She heard the moans again. They were louder this time, and as Marna Thompson lay listening, all she could think was that something was very wrong.
The slim thirteen-year-old slipped out of bed and found her bathrobe. She slipped it on quietly. Marna did not want to turn on a light, for fear that whoever was responsible for the moaning would stop before she could find out what was going on.
Marna opened the door to her room, turning the knob slowly. Carefully, she inched the door open, doing her best to keep the old hinges from creaking. She gave a sigh of relief as she slipped into the darkened hall.
Standing very still, she waited. Then she heard it, the moaning. It was coming from the direction of her mother's bedroom.
Cleo Thompson was a thirty-three-year-old divorcee. Since parting from her husband, she had made a home for herself and the two children by working as a secretary.
Because her mother enjoyed good health, Marna doubted that she was ill. Still, an emergency was always possible.
Marna moved quietly down the hall to her mother's door. It was ajar just enough so she could see inside. The sight that greeted her took her breath away.
Cleo Thompson was not alone. She was seated on the edge of her bed, her legs spread wide. Between them, Marna could see a man. His back was to her as he knelt before Cleo, and Marna could not tell who he was. His head moved up and down and from side to side as he kissed and licked at Cleo's sensitive inner thighs.
Her mother moaned again. Marna could not be sure whether the sounds were louder this time, or whether they just seemed that way because she was so close to them now. Whatever happened, she hoped her mother's moaning would not wake her fifteen-year-old brother, Mark.
"Christ, Seth," Cleo groaned, her voice tight and low. "Christ but that feels so good, so sexy. God, my cunt's dripping already, just from your kissing my legs like that. Where did you learn to use your mouth that way? You're driving me out of my head!"
The man looked up at her. "In the Far East, when I was in the Army. That's where I learned to turn women into the real, sexy animals they are."
"Well, you sure as hell are turning me into one. Don't stop! I need you to keep kissing me down there like that forever."
"Shit, baby, that's only the beginning. I got a hell of a lot more planned for us tonight, unless you're one of those snotty little bitches who won't fuck on the first night. You're not, are you?"
"Suppose you just keep working to find out, Seth." Cleo giggled.
"Hmmm, I never could resist a challenge. I'll keep this up until you're begging to be fucked. What do you think about that?"
"Sounds like music to my ears. Let's see if you can do more than make my cunt leak. I want to be turned on and horny all over. Do you think you learned enough in the Army to do that?"
"Never had any complaints yet. I'm going to start all over with you. I'll kiss the inside of your knee and go all the way up until my hot mouth's right on your panties. Then I'll suck the juice right through them out of your hot little cunt. You're going to get the lay of your life, Baby. I'm the man to do it. Just thinking about it makes my cock so fucking hard. I'm going to make sure you never forget tonight."
Marna could see that he had already peeled her mother's pantyhose off. They were hung over the foot of the bed, the first trophy of the man's loving attack. But who was he anyway? He didn't look like anyone Cleo had brought home before, at least not that Marna could remember. Cleo had called him Seth, or something like that. The name didn't ring a bell.
Whoever the man was, Cleo was enjoying him. The blonde woman threw her legs wider apart. Another deep moan escaped her parted lips. The man's lips and wildly licking tongue moved upward.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Seth! You're setting my whole body on fire. Keep on. Kiss my legs. Lick me like that all over! Oh, oh my God, that feels so fucking good!"
"Christ, you got beautiful legs," the man growled. "They're so white and so smooth, I can hardly believe it. I want to eat them up, to feel that silky skin against my teeth and lips."
"Go ahead. Use your teeth on me a little. I'd fucking love it. Go on! Do it now, before I get so hot I start screaming and wake up the kids."
The man dropped his head once more, this time with his eyes and mouth wide open, zeroing in on the smooth, soft skin of Cleo's inner thighs.
Marna could hardly believe her eyes. This was the most exciting thing she had ever seen. She had heard plenty of stories from the other girls at school about what men and women did together, but the stories were nothing compared to this.
Mama's thighs tingled as she watched the stranger eat between her mother's outspread legs. Marna reached down into her pajamas until her trembling hand found her youthful, hairless cunt.
"Oh, God, God," Cleo groaned. "That hurts so nice. You know the way. Hard, bite hard! I want to have bruises there to remember you by."
As Marna stood peeking through the door and stroking her fingers into her moist twat, she saw the man's hands move up along the outsides of her mother's legs. He slid them up under her short skirt and did something with them that made Cleo yelp. "You like that, don't you? You like me to finger your cunt like that, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, oh Christ yes! It feels so fucking great! Keep on, keep on. Make me come with your fingers! Oh, play with me!"
Mama's mother fell back onto the bed, giving the man complete access to her pussy. He pushed her skirt up around her waist, and Marna could see that his big hands were rubbing all over Cleo's crotch, directly on the white fabric of her bikini panties. Quickly, the man grabbed the elastic band at the top of the panties. He gave a pull, but they would not come down.
"Lift up, Cleo. Come on, help me a little bit. I got to get these panties down and have a look at, your beautiful twat."
"And what if I say no?" Cleo asked mockingly. "Then you won't get fucked, that's all. It's as simple as that. I don't think you'll say no. Am I right?"
Cleo lifted her buttocks off the bed. Quickly, the eager man pulled the white panties down over her legs and off. He held them up and looked at them.
"Hey, I see you're already as hot as you said you were, you little bitch. Your panties are soaking wet."
"Did you think I was lying to you about how much you turn me on, Seth?"
"Naw. I'm just amazed that you leaked so much cunt-juice already. You didn't come did you, just from playing around a little?"
"Shit no. It takes more than a little licking on my legs to make me come."
"What does it take, Cleo? Tell me. Come on, I want to hear about it."
"You know what it takes, Seth. After all, like you said, you learned a lot in the Army."
The man lifted the crotch of the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. He rubbed the flimsy panties against his face.
"Of course, I know, but I want to hear it from you, Cleo. Come on, tell me. What makes you come?"
"Lots of things. Sometimes I'm so hot all I have to do is brush my hand against my clit and I'm flooding like hell."
"Like this," the man said. He sat down on the bed beside Cleo and ran the palm of his hand over her pussy.
Marna stared at the fuzzy place on her mother's slim body. How she envied it. That hair was so sexy, so exciting. She wondered if her own bald twat would ever look like her mother's. Running her fingers over it now, she could detect the slightest bit of sparse hair beginning to form. Well at least that was something. Maybe someday she would have a bush like her mother's.
She watched as the man's blunt fingers combed through Cleo's pubic hair. His fingers probed, looking for something specific.
Mama's questing fingers found her own small clitoris. She grasped the erect bud between her fingertips and squeezed, new thrills of passion running through her body. She did her best to keep from moaning her pleasure aloud. With great effort, she managed to keep silent.
Cleo did not. As the male fingers found her hard, erect clit, she moaned aloud once more, her head tossing from side to side in delirious pleasure.
"Oh, Christ! Christ, how you can do it," she groaned. "Stop, stop, please stop!"
"Why should I? Don't you like my playing with your clit?" the man asked, continuing to run his fingers up and down the sex bud.
"Yes, yes, I fucking love it! But if you don't stop it right now, I'm gonna come. I'll shoot juice all down my legs like I do when I'm all by myself."
"What's wrong with that? I'd love to see you come."
"You damn fool, wouldn't you rather have me come with your fat cock stuffed up my twat? Wouldn't you? Huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, I would. You know I would."
"Then cut out diddling my clit, or I'll come and you'll never get it into me."
"Okay, I'd rather make you come with my cock anyway. You don't mind if I do something else though, do you?"
"What's that?"
"Just this," the man said, moving his hands up to the buttons of Cleo's blouse. "I want to feel your tits a little. Can I do that, or are you afraid that'll make you come too?"
"Don't make fun of me, you shit. I'd love you to play with my titties. You can suck them if you want to."
The man nodded, concentrating on opening Cleo's tight blouse. His fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons. Growing impatient, Cleo took over for him, and in seconds she had the blouse open. She sat up to slip it off, and Marna could see that her face was a mask of lust. Her mother's eyes sparkled with greedy passion.
Cleo fought for breath, trying vainly to calm her sexually-agitated body.
Cleo dropped the blouse onto the floor and then reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
"Do this for me, will you? It's so goddamn awkward. I hate having to wear a fucking bra."
"Then why do you?" the man asked, busily unhooking the bra strap. "A lot of women don't." "Well, I have to. You'll see. I've got the biggest, floppiest tits you've ever seen on a woman my age. If I didn't wear a bra, I'd probably break my back."
"Besides that, you'd probably drive my father crazy," the man laughed.
Mama wondered what he meant by that. What on earth could her mother have to do with this stranger's father?
"That wouldn't be hard to do," Cleo said. "I get the feeling he gets turned on pretty easily."
"Yeah, I guess he's been horny ever since Mother died. I mean he's always talking to me about how he wants to fuck some woman or other."
"Does he ever mention me?" "He has once or twice." "What did he say about me?"
"Look, did you bring me home to play with you or talk about my father?"
"You don't have to get nasty about it. I was just wondering what he said about me, that's all. Besides, you brought it up."
Cleo slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and removed the skimpy garment.
Marna was overwhelmed with the sight of her mother's tits. They were huge, the size of melons. The teenager compared them to her own small breasts. Cleo's tits were immense. The nipples were in perfect proportion. Brownish pink in color, they stuck out from the ends of the jugs, looking like big tongue tips, stiff and erect with excitement.
"God, my God, your tits are beautiful. Christ, what a pair of beauties!"
The man's palms cupped under the jutting tits. He squeezed the undersides, eyeing them hungrily as he jounced them up and down. He licked his lips.
"You like those, do you?" Cleo purred, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah, yeah, I love your tits. They're just beautiful," the man mumbled, sounding as if he were hypnotized.
He touched the erect nipples, and Marna saw her mother shiver with excitement under the man's caress. He took the nipples between his big fingers and pinched them.
"Ouch!" Cleo squealed.
"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"Hell no. It feels good, great! Don't stop! Keep playing with my tits as long as you want to. I love it when you do that."
Marna fingered her own small breasts. She stood there in the hallway, wishing she had three hands. It was almost painful for her to take her hands away from her dripping cunny. At the same time, she simply had to play with her tits. They were itching for her touch.
She wished suddenly that she could be in her mother's place, having the man play with and pinch her tits. Her hands felt good on her tits, kneading and exciting them, but she could imagine that someone else's hands would feel all the better. Someday she would be free like Cleo, with no one to hold her back, and then she would have lovers of her own, as many as she could entice into her bed.
"Don't you want to suck them a little bit?" Cleo asked, her voice breathless with passion. "Don't you want to suck on them like you were a baby?"
"Yeah, I want that. I want to eat your tits."
"Then go ahead," Cleo said, arching her back to make her tits stand out even farther.
The man leaned forward, his mouth wide open. With a moan, he closed his hot mouth over the woman's nipple.
Marna could see that he held only the tip of it between his lips. He sucked them gently, pulling at the hard, sensitive flesh.
Cleo groaned. "Yes, yes, that's the way! Start nice and easy. I love that. Now use your tongue a little, right on the end. Oh, yes, that's the way! That's what I like!"
Taking the man's head in her hands, Cleo lay back on the bed once more, pulling him with her and keeping his mouth against her nipple. She spread her legs again, and Marna could see her gaping twat. Drops of cunt-juice dotted the lush bush, shining like bits of dew.
Marna turned her attention back to the man. He was straining, working, trying to get as much of Cleo's huge tit into his mouth as he possibly could.
"Oh, yeah, that's it! That's the way to eat it up, baby. Take it all, all of my big tit. Take it in'your mouth and run your fucking sweet tongue over it! Wash it down with your hot spit, honey. Eat it all up!"
The man got to his knees. Letting one tit slip from his mouth, he bent over Cleo's outstretched body to take the other.
As his body lifted from the bed, Marna could tell that something was tenting out the fabric of the slacks. She knew how men were built. She had seen her brother Mark in the shower enough times to know what guys had hanging between their legs. This man must be huge, at least by the way the bulge in his pants looked to her at the moment.
As the man dropped to her swollen nipple, Cleo apparently spotted his burgeoning hard-on. She reached out and grabbed it, clutching it greedily in her hand.
"Well, well, there it is. Hey, you got a big cock, don't you?"
The man grunted in reply. He was too busy sucking Cleo's tit to answer her playful dirty talk. She continued to play with the big cock-lump through the fabric of the pants, running her hand all over his prick.
At the same time, the man put his hand between Cleo's legs. Gently, he cupped her hairy cunt.
"Oh, baby, oh yes!" she hissed, her teeth clenched with passion. "Finger-fuck me good. Get me ready to take this big prick up my snatch. I'm going to have it if it rips me wide open. You're going to shoot the biggest load ever, baby! I can feel how throbbing hard that cock of yours is right now. I just know you're going to fire a gallon of your hot, sticky gism clear up my twat!"
The man's finger snaked its way in between the fleshy lips of the woman's cunt.
As she watched, Marna moved a hand back to her own dripping slit once more. Imitating the man's movement, she slipped her middle finger deep into her trembling cunt.
"Oh, yeah, that's right! Finger-fuck me, Seth. Finger-fuck me and suck my tittie all at the same time. Christ, I'm so turned on. I feel like I'm going to blow up! I'm so fucking hot!"
Without lifting his head from the melon-shaped tit he was sucking, the stranger inserted a second finger into Cleo's twat.
In the hallway, Marna did the same thing. She found that the second finger hurt, stretching her cunt as she pushed it in. As the finger squeezed in beside the first, the girl" felt cunt-juice dripping from her stretched crack. Soon, her cunt felt full and warm. Marna could smell the odor of her turned-on cunt.
"Take your clothes off now," Cleo ordered. The sound of her voice was almost a growl.
The man raised his head and looked into her lust-twisted face. "What? What did you say?"
"I said, get out of your fucking clothes and right now! Understand?" "Yes, I understand."
Marna could not understand her mother talking 'In that tone of voice. She sounded exactly as she did when she was angry at her or Mark, ordering them to stop arguing, to go to bed because it was getting late, or something of the sort. It didn't seem right that she should talk to this handsome man that way, especially when he was obviously making her feel so good.
Without another word, the man got up and stood beside the bed.
"Christ," Cleo growled. "You look like you got a big cock. Show it to me. I want to see it, and then I want the fucker shoved into my box!"
"God, I love to hear a woman talk like that. Keep it up, and I'm gonna come in my pants. Will you suck it for me if I show it to you?"
"Maybe, but just a little bit. I don't want to take a chance on your shooting your hot wad before you get that prick up my twat."
As Marna watched, holding her breath in anticipation, the man unbuckled his wide, leather belt. The way his pants were bulged out, she was certain that his prick would be huge. She wondered what his balls would look like. Would they be in a smooth sac like Mark's or would it be hairy?
The man unsnapped the top of his slacks and reached for the zipper slide.
"No, let me do it!" Cleo demanded.
Mama's mother sat up and reached for the fly. Her expert fingers located it, and she slid it down quickly. She pulled the pants downward. They fell into a heap around the man's ankles.
He was not wearing underwear, and Marna could see the circumcised head of his prick and half the shaft sticking straight out between his shirt tails. His cock was huge, thick and long. The shiny head flared dramatically at the tip, angry red in color. The deep piss slit was crowned by a glinting drop of clear fluid. The shaft looked as hard as steel. It jerked in rhythm with the man's excited heartbeat.
Marna watched with eyes wide. She wondered how that huge thing would feel sliding its way into her girlish twat. She could imagine that cock nosing its way into her cunt, demanding and claiming her virginity, making her scream with pain and bleed with pleasure.
When some man took her, Marna wanted his cock to be as big as that one. She wanted to know she had been fucked. Her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her cunt-slit, and her breathing became harsh.
She wanted to hold off coming as long as she could, to assure herself full enjoyment of the scene she was witnessing, but she could not control her hands. It was as if they belonged to someone else. She felt that they belonged to the man who was about to fuck her mother. She wished that they were his, and that his big, blunt fingers were probing into her pussy at this very moment, preparing the way for that huge, jerking prick he was now stroking gently.
"Take your shirt off now," Cleo ordered.
The man slowly unbuttoned the shirt, exposing more and more of his broad, hairy chest.
Cleo got rid of the short skirt that she had hiked up around her waist. She unzipped it, then slid it down over her long legs, throwing it on the floor. She lay there naked, her long fingers playing up and down her legs.
"Christ, Jesus, I just can't wait to have that big prick of yours plugged into me. Hurry it up! I'm so horny I can hardly stand it. I feel like I got to come and piss and shit all at the same time. I'm on fire, and that big cock of yours is the only thing that's going to put it out!"
Through all the time she had been spying on the couple, Marna had been amazed at the way her mother was talking.
Cleo Thompson usually came across as such a complete lady. As far as Marna had known, her mother would shrivel up and die before she would say anything more forceful than damn. Now she was saying every foul and lewd thing Marna had ever heard whispered in the girls' locker room at school. The shock of hearing her mother talk like that was adding to Mama's excitement.
Cleo's language apparently excited the stranger as much as it did Marna. In seconds, he stood beside the bed completely nude.
To Marna, he was the most beautifully-formed creature on earth. He was tall, and every inch of his body was well-toned muscle. His shoulders were broad and his chest was covered with black hair.
Most impressive of all, however, was his huge cock. It jutted ten inches in front of his body and was crowned with a thick bush of pubic curls. Under the long, thick prick swung a huge pair of balls.
They looked to Marna as if she couldn't cup them in her hands, they were so big. She certainly wanted to try. The sac was wrinkled and hairy, hanging very low and strained with its heavy load of nuts.
"My God, you're beautiful," Cleo said.
"That's a strange thing to say."
"Why? You are."
"Oh, it's just that no woman ever said that to me before, I guess."
"Well, get used to it. I say what I mean, and you're beautiful, especially that big prick of yours."
"How about sucking it a little bit?" the man asked in a low, tight voice. "I'd like to feel your hot lips around my prick."
"How about my hot cuntlips? Mine are quivering for you."
"In a little while. Right now I want to get sucked a little."
The man held his prick, offering it to Cleo.
The slim woman licked her lips as she stared at his cock, her eyes glazed with passion.
"Sure," she mumbled. "Sure I'll suck it. Will you eat me out at the same time?"
The man leaped onto the bed, placing one knee on each side of Cleo's head. He dropped his head directly into her crotch, and Mama saw his long, red tongue snake into her mother's crack.
Cleo moaned deeply as the wet tongue moved up and down the length of her long cunt. Raising her eager head, she capped the shining head of the thick prick with her lips, then she slowly pulled the shaft into her eager throat.
Now it was the man's turn to groan, making animal grunts in response to the hot flesh surrounding his cock, while he continued to lick and suck at the fresh cunt-meat.
Mama's cunt was leaking freely now, soaking her fingers with fresh, cunt-juice. She had never in her life been so excited as she was at this moment. Marna watched her mother and the strange man making love in the sixty-nine position. The man was digging his tongue so deeply into Cleo's twat, burrowing in between the quivering walls, that Marna imagined his whole head being swallowed up by it.
As for the giant prick, almost all of his cock had slipped down Cleo's throat. Marna could see her mother's throat expanding and contracting as she sought to suck the very life out of his cock.
The man raised his head. His face was shiny and soaking with Cleo's cunt-juice.
"Goddamn it, I got to come. If you don't stop sucking like that, I will. You gotta stop if you want me to fuck you. You're milking the cum right out of me!" *
Cleo let the hard prick slip from her mouth.
His cock was harder and thicker than ever, and Mama's body trembled at the sight of it. His prick was wet and shining from her mother's spit.
The man turned around so that his face was above Cleo's. Smiling down at her passion-crazed face, he asked, "Are you ready for it now, baby? Is your twat just aching to have my meat shoved up it?"
"Yes, fuck, yes. Do it! Fuck me so hard I'll scream! I want to know you're in there. Make it hard. Shove it all the way into me!"
The stranger grabbed his throbbing prick. He aimed it between the woman's legs, finding her soaking crack with the flaring head of his cock. When he was certain the end of his prick was nosing its way between the gaping lips, he shoved forward suddenly.
Cleo cried out as half the* long shaft plunged into her dripping twat.
"Oh, Christ, you feel so strong! You feel so good in me! Give me all of it! Give me every hard inch, you fucker!"
"Yeah, take it, you bitch! Take it! I'm going to nail you to the bed! I'm going to break through your guts and make it come out your asshole! Do you want that?"
"Yes, yes. Anything! Just give me all your cock! I want it all, and right now. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me."
. The woman threw her legs over the stranger's strong back. She locked her ankles over his trim ass and pulled him into her cunt, demanding all the cock he had to give.
"Baby, eat me up! Eat me with your tight cunt! Swallow all my prick! Yeah, that's it!" The man bucked his hips into Cleo's groin.
Marna stared in excited disbelief.
So this was what fucking was all about. She had tried to imagine what it would be like so many times. Never had she imagined the true animalism and complete release of passion she was witnessing at this moment.
She was frightened that this powerful man, rutting and grunting, was hurting her mother, and yet, her mother continued to force him into her cunt, pulling with her feet and legs, hoping to pull his entire body inside her gaping cunt.
As she watched, the teenager wished nothing more than that she could be in her mother's position, having that long, thick cock spearing into her. She watched the two sweating bodies twisting together, she knew that she had to find a way to open the doors to her own sex as soon as possible.
Cleo put her arms around the man's neck. She pulled his head down to hers and began sucking and licking her own cunt-juice off his face. The loud sounds of her greedy sucking, mixed with the harsh slapping of the two overheated bodies against each other, heightened the sexual excitement of the whole scene.
Mama's wet fingers flew in and out of her dripping cunt. She gasped for air. She was no longer afraid that the couple on the bed would hear her. They were making so much noise now in the throes of their fucking that there was no way they would ever hear her.
Marna had to get fucked! She knew that. If only it were she on that bed right now instead of her mother. She longed to have the stranger shove his meat in and out of her.
"Christ, baby," the man moaned. "I'm coming, I'm fucking coming, baby! Get ready to take my load. Here it comes!"
"Yes, yes. Give it to me! Give me all your hot jizz, Seth! I'm ready for it! I'm hot for it! Squirt it into me, man! I'm coming too! Right now, now, now!"
Cleo's legs flew wide apart, flailing high in the air. She pulled the man's face to hers once more, and their wet mouths smashed together. Their hips and buttocks heaved high off the bed. Their excited moans filled the air.
"Oh, God, I can feel it, Seth! I can feel your hot jism pouring into my cunt! I can feel it way up in my belly!" Cleo screamed, tossing her head from side to side.
"Yeah, baby! Take it all!"
Cleo groaned, her hot cunt-juice running out of her and bathing the man's prick and balls with sticky cunt-cream.
As her mother climaxed, so did Mama. Her cunt-fluids gushed into her hands. Her knees sagged. Lights flashed before her eyes. Nothing had ever felt like this before in all her young life.
For a blinding moment, it was almost as if she were with them on the bed, brought to completion in some magical way by both her mother and the stranger's efforts.
Wiping her drenched hands on her robe, Marna staggered back to her room, her mind racing. She had to find a way to fuck with a man, a man like Seth, the handsome stranger. If she didn't have a cock like his stuffed into her soon, she felt she might die.
Somehow, though, the opportunity would present itself. Of that, she was sure.
Chapter Two
When Marna got home from school, the telephone was ringing. Picking up the phone hastily, she shouted, "Hello!"
"Is that the way a lady answers the phone?" asked her mother's voice.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I was outside and couldn't get the key in the door and thought I was going to miss getting here on time, and I didn't want you to hang up before I got here, and ..."
"Yes, yes, dear. I understand. I'm glad you made it too. Now calm down. I have something to tell you. It's important that you get it straight. Are you listening?"
"Yes, Mom. What is it?"
"A friend of mine should be arriving there at the house very shortly. I promised to meet him this afternoon. I thought I could leave the office early today. We had an emergency, though, as usual. You know how it is, dear. Anyway, I can't leave now, and I'm probably going to be late getting home tonight. So when he comes, just tell him I can't see him now, that I'll call him later. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mom. I'll tell him. But how will I know if it's the right person?"
"He's tall with dark hair. His name is Seth."
"Oh, okay. I'll tell him, Mom. See you when you get home."
Marna could hardly think as she put down the receiver. Her heart was pounding with such excitement that she could scarcely breathe.
The handsome Seth, the man she had watched fucking her mother nearly out of her mind the night before was coming here.
Marna had been dreaming about him all day long. She had been unable to keep her mind on studying or what the teachers were discussing. All she could think of was how the man's muscular ,body and big cock had looked as he stood naked beside her mother's bed and how his ass looked as it flexed again and again, forcing the long prick in and out of her mother's gaping twat. Now he was coming here!
Marna had to smile to herself at the idea of her mother as her rival. What a strange thought that was.
Then the image of the huge, plunging cock flashed through her mind once again, and Marna resolved that she was not going to lose her chance. She would figure out some way of telling the man what she wanted from him.
After all, why should her mother have a monopoly on all the fucking? Wasn't there room for her as well? Just because Cleo was divorced and free to date any man she wanted, Marna felt that she still did not have exclusive rights to them.
Just as Marna was wondering about how she should dress to meet the stranger, there was a knock at the door. Again, she was thrown into panic. What would she do? What should she say? How could she let him know that she wanted to lose her cherry to his big, probing cock?
Well, she would just have to decide that as she went along.
Taking a deep breath, Marna opened the door. The tall man was wearing a tight-fitting sport shirt and Levi's. The pants were tight and faded, revealing the huge bulge at his crotch. Little did he know that the girl knew in detail what the bulge looked like in the flesh.
"Hi," he said. "You must be Marna. Is your mother here?"
"Come on inside," Marna said, her voice ringing in her ears. Seth followed her into the hall.
She closed the door. "Won't you sit down in the living room? Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.
"I'm here to see your mother. Is Cleo at home?"
"Yeh, well, I mean . . . Please sit down, won't you?" Marna said, pointing out a chair.
The man sat down, obviously confused by the girl's failure to tell him whether Cleo Thompson was at home or not.
Marna sat down in a chair opposite his.
"It's been a nice day, hasn't it?" Marna said.
"Yes, very nice. Maybe you didn't understand me, Marna. I asked if your mother was here. I was supposed to meet her here this afternoon."
"Ah, yes, Mother did call," Marna said, trying to stall. Then, with sudden inspiration, she blurted, "She asked me to entertain you. She's been held up a little bit."
"Oh, I see. At the office?"
"Yes, at the office."
"One of Dad's emergencies again, I suppose."
"Dad's?"
"Yes, my father is Ray Scott, the man your mother works for. She's his secretary."
"Oh, I see," the girl said, her mind racing, trying to figure out what to say next.
"Is your brother here? Mark, is that his name?"
"Yes, Mark. No, he's out for sports at school, so he had to stay for practice. He won't be home for about an hour."
"So it's just you and me?" the man asked, smiling at her.
"Yes, that's right," Marna replied.
"Well, my name's Seth Scott, and I'm glad to have a chance to visit with you. Cleo's told me such nice things about you."
"How long have you known Mother?" Marna asked.
"Just since yesterday when I had stopped by my father's office. He introduced me to his new secretary, and that was your mother. We got acquainted really fast."
"I'll say you did. Especially last night."
"How did you know I was here last night?"
Marna could not help smiling to herself. Suddenly, everything was taking care of itself.
"I saw you," Marna said flatly.
"You did?" the man asked, his voice cracking and betraying his surprise. "Where?"
"In my mother's room. I was standing out in the hall when you and she were in there together. The door was ajar."
"What did you see?" the man stammered.
"Everything," Marna replied, looking him straight in the eye.
Seth looked down at his feet, embarrassed and unable to meet Mama's gaze.
Suddenly, Marna found herself feeling sorry for the man.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't be upset. I'm not."
"But, if you saw me with your mother, and saw us, well ..."
"Fucking?" Marna finished for him.
"Yeah, that," Seth said, swallowing hard.
"Look, to be honest, there's only one thing that bothered me."
"What's that?"
"That it was Mom you were fucking and not me," Mama stated flatly.
"You mean that?" Seth asked, his mouth falling open and his eyes big.
"Sure I mean it. The minute I saw you standing beside the bed with all your clothes off, I started shaking all over, I wanted you so bad."
"But you're so ... so young."
"So what? I'm old enough. I been bleeding for six months now. I'm ready, as ready as any woman."
"Ready? Does that mean you're a, well, a virgin?"
"Yeah, that's right. Does that scare you? I thought men were supposed to like that."
Marna let her legs fall open. Slowly and deliberately, she reached down and pulled her short skirt far up her creamy thighs, making sure Seth could see all the way up to her white panties.
"You'd like to break my cherry, wouldn't you, Seth? Wouldn't you like to fuck with a virgin? Someone like me?" Marna whispered.
"Yeah, yeah, I sure would," Seth mumbled, his eyes glued to the white-covered crotch.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Marna's fingers were between her legs, running over her crotch, outlining her cunt crack for the staring man.
"But what about Cleo?"
"She doesn't have to know anything about it."
"But isn't she coming home soon? You said she told me to wait."
Marna could see Seth's prick swelling and nosing its way down his tight pants leg. It was becoming as big and stiff as it had been when she saw it last night.
Seth licked his lips with excitement, and Marna remembered how that red tongue had looked tickling its way into her mother's gaping twat. Soon, she knew now, it would be snaking into her own pussy.
"I lied about my mother. She's not coming home until late. She can't meet you here this afternoon."
"Is that true? How do I know you're not lying to me right now?"
"Why would I do that? I don't want Mom to catch us fucking any more than you do." Marna thought a minute and then added with a grin, "Or any more than she would have wanted me to catch the two of you in bed last night."
"I suppose that does make sense."
''Listen, you don't seem very excited about all this. Maybe you're not interested."
"Sure," Seth replied quickly. "Of course I'm interested. I'm just wondering what to say, that's all. I mean, it's not every day a guy gets a chance to fuck a virgin, let alone have her practically throw herself at him. Of course I'm interested."
"Then why don't you show me?" Marna asked, still fingering her cunt through her white panties.
Seth stood up. His long, stiff cock protruded along the leg of his tight Levi's, fully inflated now and jerking with life. He moved across to where Marna was sitting.
Marna's legs were spread and her skirt was hiked up.
The man knelt before the teenager. He reverently placed one hand on each of her knees, pushing her legs even farther apart. Looking up into her face for a moment, he smiled, his eyes already glazing over with lust. Then his gaze moved down to the white spot between her legs where her young slit was so clearly outlined by the flimsy fabric. He moved his head toward the spot, his mouth opening and closing, hungry and ready to begin exploring the heart of her virgin cunt.
Seth opened his mouth as wide as possible and pressed it against the smooth, white fabric. Probing at the cloth with his eager tongue, he began running it along the crease of her pantied virgin twat.
Already the panties were growing damp as the first drops of Mama's cunt soaked through them. Seth probed a little more, bringing more and more of the cunt-juice to the surface. Greedily he sucked it through the fabric into his hungry mouth.
"Do you like that? Does it taste good?" Mama moaned.
"Yeah, I like it. It tastes great, sexy, wonderful."
"As good as my mother's?"
"Yeah, better, fresher, different from hers," Seth answered, impatient to have to stop to reply to the teenager's questions.
Seth was turned on now, bent upon fucking this slim young girl, and nothing could stand in his way. He sucked harder, pulling more and more of her cunt-juice into his mouth.
"Oh, that feels so good!" Marna moaned. "I never knew anything could feel like this. Don't you want to take my panties off, so you can suck me even more?"
The man grunted and reached upward, grabbing at the thin fabric of the white panties, trying to drag them down Mama's slim legs.
She helped him, hooking her thumbs under the elastic and pushing the panties down her thighs.
Just at that moment, there was the sound of footsteps on the porch.
"Oh, oh, stop! It's my brother, home from football practice. He mustn't see us like this!"
Marna pushed Seth away from her with such force that he fell backward onto the floor. She had no more than smoothed down her skirt, when her brother, Mark, came bursting in.
He stopped, looked in amazement at the man flat on his back on the carpet.
"What's going on? How did this happen, Marna? Is he hurt?"
"No, nothing's wrong, Mark. He just tripped, that's all." -
As Seth scrambled to his feet, Marna tried desperately to pretend that nothing was wrong.
"Mr. Scott," she said. "This is my brother, Mark Thompson. Mark, this is Mr. Seth Scott. We were just leaving."
"Leaving? Where are you going?"
"Just out. I'll be back in a little while. Mom won't be home till late. I'll fix your supper as soon as I get back."
"Okay ... I guess. You sure you ought to be going off like this without getting Mom's permission?"
"I did get her permission. She called here and I asked if I could go. Besides, it's none of your business anyway."
"Okay, okay. Nice meeting you, Mr. Scott," Mark said, disappearing into the kitchen.
"Come on, Seth. Let's get out of here. I know a place we can go."
"Are you sure? I'm not sure it's all right."
"What are you worried about, that I'll rat on you? I want this just as much as you do, maybe more. Come on!"
Marna went directly to his car and got in.
With a shrug, Seth slipped in behind the wheel.
"Okay, where to?"
"Drive to the park. You know, the one near the edge of town."
He started the car. "You sure no one'll see us there?"
"Positive. I have a secret place there, a place where I go when I want to be alone. Nobody else even knows where it is."
Chapter Three
They drove toward the park in silence.
Marna glanced over at the man's lap. She could see that his hard-on had deflated.
Marna was concerned with keeping Seth hot for her. She did not want to take a chance on the man's cooling off and backing out, at least not until she had gotten what she wanted out of him.
Marna slid close to the man. Before he could protest, she slipped her fingers down into his crotch and closed them around his soft prick.
"Hey, what are you up to now?" Seth asked.
"Don't you know?" Marna giggled. "I want that great big dick I saw last night to come back. Where did it go, Seth?"
"Well, when your brother came in like that, I guess I just lost the urge all of a sudden."
"Do you mean to tell me you let a scrubby fifteen-year-old like Mark scare you?" Marna asked, running her fingers up and down the limp shaft, squeezing it through the fabric of the Levi's.
"Yeah," Seth grinned. "I'm afraid I did."
He opened his legs slightly, giving Marna access to his prick and balls.
As she continued to stroke along the length of the fleshy shaft, the girl felt a stirring. She could tell Seth's prick was coming back to life. It was thrilling to her to feel the big piece of meat begin to swell, to know that it was happening because of her loving caresses.
"Hmmm, that feels good," Seth murmured almost under his breath.
"Good, I mean it to. I can feel you getting hard. I like that."
"Not as much as I do, I bet. How much further do we have to go?"
"The park's just up ahead there on the right. Pull in through the main gate and into the lot."
Seth made a right turn and proceeded through the tall, stone gates of the county park. He pulled into a space and stopped the car.
"Now what?" he asked Mama.
"We walk down that path there. That's how you get to the secret place."
"Good Christ," he moaned. "How am I going to walk with this boner you gave me?"
Marna giggled. "That's your problem, I guess. I'm sure you'll find a way to make it."
The man put his hand down into his tight Levi's. He scooped his rocklike shaft out of his tight pants leg and adjusted his cock.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get to this secret place of yours, before I shoot cream all over my belly."
"Don't you dare! I want every drop of it. Follow me."
Marna led the tall man into the deep underbrush.
Seth cursed as the brambles slashed at his face and clothing, but he followed along, enticed by the sight of the teenager's pert little ass ahead of him.
Mama stopped at an old, tumble-down bath-house, a facility abandoned by the county years before. The windows had been broken out years ago, and the roof had caved in. Still, there was one section of the old place that looked intact.
That was where Marna took Seth.
"Watch your step," she warned. "You have to be careful. There's broken glass."
Marna ducked under the edge of the fallen roof and into the part of the bathhouse which was still usable. Seth followed, picking his way carefully.
He looked around. They were in a small room, one wall of which was formed by the flattened roof. It was warm and cozy. On the floor in one corner was a stained mattress.
"See," Marna said. "Almost all the comforts of home."
"Well, I admit it's better than it looks from the outside."
"Come on, let's strip."
"For a virgin, you sure don't waste any time do you?"
"Why should I? Besides, being a virgin is something I intend to get over very soon, and you're going to help."
"I sure will, you hot little piece! You want to know something?"
"What?" Mama asked, unbuttoning her blouse quickly as they talked.
"Hot pants must run in your family. Boy, you should have heard your mother last night."
"I did, remember? Come on, I want to see you naked."
Quickly, Mama finished removing her clothes. She stood before Seth, rubbing her hands over her body, inviting him to fuck her.
He was quick to comply. Never taking his eyes off the girl, he shucked his tight shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes and peeling down his socks at the same time.
Finally, he stood facing her, as naked as he had been the night before. His ten-inch cock jutted out in front of him, looking exactly the way Marna remembered it, right down to the glistening droplet of pre-cum oozing from the cock-slit.
Everything was the same, except for one thing. Today, Seth was all hers, and her mother was nowhere around.
"God," she whispered. "The sight of your cock makes my twat drip."
"Those are big words for such a little girl."
"If you don't believe me, feel for yourself," she said, pushing her groin forward in open invitation.
"Hmmm, don't mind if I do."
He stepped forward and reached out with both hands. He grasped Mama's hairless mound with eager fingers, running them all over her sensitive crotch, moistening them with her leaking cunt-juice.
"Oh, yes, that feels so good," the girl moaned, sighing and swaying back and forth under the big man's touch.
"Want to lie down on the mattress?"
Marna moved over to the mattress and lay down on her back. Seth crouched over her body, his face only an inch or two above her trembling cunt.
She could hear him inhaling deeply, sniffing her as though he were a male dog exploring a young bitch in heat. Mama parted her legs, her cunt-lips opened, inviting the man inside.
"Oh, oh, God, you smell so good! So fresh, so inviting. Can I eat you, just a little bit? Is it okay with you?"
"Of course," Marna giggled. "You shouldn't even have to ask me a thing like that. I can't wait."
The man burrowed his head between her smooth legs. He kissed his way over her thighs, just as she had seen him do with her mother the night before. The feeling was so fantastic, she could hardly keep from crying out.
Just the feeling of Seth's face against the skin of her tender thighs made the girl feel as if she were going to come. She had to hold off. She was determined to make this last as long as possible, not gushing until Seth's huge prick had pierced her pussy, opening her up for all time so she would be ready for all the passion and pleasure men had to offer.
"Oh, oh, yes, Seth," she moaned. "Tickle me like that! I love it! Get right up against my little cunny! Oh, yeah, that's the way."
The man nuzzled his chin against her hairless cunt, opening it and pushing inside the small opening.
The girl shrieked with passion, stimulated beyond anything she had ever imagined possible. This was only the beginning. No wonder her mother had appeared so excited. Mama felt a whole new world opening up to her at this very moment. Even after all the times she had rubbed her cunt to climax, this was completely new.
Now she felt Seth's tongue begin snaking its way up and down the length of her throbbing crack. It was like a small cock fucking into her.
"Oh, Seth! Oh, baby! Eat me out! Eat me out good! Make it nice and wet and slippery, so your big cock slides in real easy."
Marna threw her legs wide, opening her crotch completely to the man's mouth. He sucked hungrily, no panties in his way this time. He smacked his lips happily as he drank of the juice of the young cunt opened so generously before him. His hands strayed up the length of the girlish torso, petting the creamy smooth skin.
The fact that Marna was so willing, was practically begging him to take her cherry, made it all better. The very lewdness of having a thirteen-year-old as petite and sweet-looking as Marna talk to him the way she did, only served to heighten his excitement. The idea of a child-woman like this one talking foul language was tremendously stimulating to the man.
He ate the teenager's cunt furiously, thrusting his powerful tongue deep into her trembling cunt, as if he were trying to pierce her hymen.
Seth's hands moved upward until they were poised over the small, firm tits. He had them in his hands, pushing his palms against them and smashing them into Mama's heaving chest. At the same time, the man never missed a stroke with his tongue on the quivering cuntflesh.
"Oh, Seth! Oh, you feel so good! Oh, yes, play with my tits! Make them hot! Oh, oh, oh!"
Marna squirmed beneath the big man, her body alive with passion. She felt every nerve ending screaming out for attention. Right now, she knew instinctively if the curly-haired man asked her to lap up his piss or eat his shit, she would do so gladly, eagerly, moaning with excited passion as she performed his bidding.
Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with the need for the man's big cock. She wanted it in her mouth, to taste it, to suck the life out of it, just the way she had seen her mother do with it the night before.
She had to see his cock shining with her spittle, throbbing with a life of its own, coaxed into erection by her hot, sucking mouth.
"Seth, Seth," she moaned.
"What is it?" the man asked, raising his head and looking up at her along the length of her trembling body.
"Turn around so I can suck your cock. I want to know what it tastes like. Will you let me eat you, just the way you're eating me?"
"Sure, but I got to warn you about one thing. You got me so hot already that I feel like I'm going to pop my wad anytime. I'll let you suck my cock, but you got to promise to stop right away as soon as I tell you to. If you don't, I'll shoot it down your throat instead of up your twat, and I don't want to do that, I want to cream it clear up into your guts."
"Yes, yes, Seth! That's what I want too. I want to feel your hot jizz inside me. But, please, let me suck you just a little. I have to find out what it tastes like. I never tasted a man's cock before. I'll stop when you say so, I promise I will."
Seth adjusted his position, moving around to lie beside Marna on the dirty mattress, his feet at her head. Grabbing her by the hips, he gently turned her over on her side, so that they lay facing one another. He pillowed his face against her thigh and went back to his frantic eating of her twat.
Following his lead, Marna rested her head on Seth's hairy leg, her face now only a few inches from his log-shaped prick. She gazed at it with mounting excitement.
Her mouth watered at the sight of the cock so close to her. Her nostrils were filled with the earthy scent of his prick.
She flicked her tongue out and over the satiny smooth prick-tip.
As soon as her tongue touched his sensitive cockflesh, Seth let out a deep moan.
Marna felt his prick jerk beneath her eager tongue. She grabbed the hard shaft, held it steadily, and began to lick at it as if it were an ice-cream cone. She laved it again and again, getting it very wet and tasting the musky flavor.
Mama's heart was beating so loud that the sound seemed to fill her ears. She was finally doing it, licking and getting prepared to swallow a man's hard, throbbing cock. She had dreamed of eating cock a thousand times. Now, here it was. Her head was pillowed comfortably on Seth's thigh as her wet tongue played back and forth over the hot flesh of his cock.
It was hard for her to keep her mind on what she was doing, however, because of the sensations Seth was creating in her cunt. His stiff, demanding tongue dug in deeper and deeper, exciting the girl beyond endurance.
Marna felt certain that any second she was going to let go and come all over his eager face. The man nipped playfully at the vulnerable, hairless lips of her virgin cunt, and he sucked greedily at her freely-flowing juices. His tongue moved up and down the length of the open crack, until Marna felt as if she were about to piss, shit and come all at the same time.
Opening her mouth wide, she slipped it over Seth's burgeoning cocktip. She closed her mouth over it, just as she had seen her mother do, and experienced the full excitement of holding a man's meat within her mouth. She pushed forward, feeling the flaring crown slide easily across her tongue. The prick in her mouth was impossibly exciting to her. She could feel Seth's heart beat in his cock.
Suddenly, the long cock hit the back of her throat. Marna choked and sputtered, pulling away and letting the prick flop out of her mouth.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Seth asked.
"I guess I just tried to take too much at once, that's all."
"Well, that's probably just as well," he said. "You almost made me spill my load."
"I wish you had, Seth. I can't wait to taste it."
"If it tastes half as good to you as you do to me, baby, you'll like it just fine."
"I know I will."
"I feel like I want to rape you or something."
"Hmmm," said Marna, snuggling against the man's leg. "Sounds wonderful."
"How about it? Are you ready for that? Are you ready to have me slam my big cock into your cunt?"
"I thought I was, Seth, really I did. But now, when I see it up close, it looks so big. I'm not sure I can take it."
"Hey, there's no problem. I got your pussy all nice and wet and juicy, ready to swallow anything. Believe me, you'll love it."
"But, but, I'm afraid I'll bleed."
"You probably will. You'll feel a little pain when your cherry gets torn away. I guarantee you though, it'll never hurt again. After this first time, all you'll ever feel is pure full pleasure."
"But I'm scared."
"Look, I could say the two of us should just eat each other until we come and then pack it up and go home. But that wouldn't really be fair to either one of us. For one thing, I'm so hot to shove this cock of mine up your twat, that I'm half crazy. Besides that, if I don't pop your cherry for you today, you'll just have to get it done later on, and maybe by somebody not as understanding and careful as I am."
"I suppose you're right. But still..."
"Of course I'm right. Look, all we do is this. I lie on my back and you straddle me with your knees on either side of me. Then we just let you lower your cunt onto my prick, just like a fireman sliding down a pole. You're in charge. If it hurts, all you have to do is back off. Come on."
The big man rolled onto his back. His ten-inch prick stuck straight up like a thick candle.
Marna gazed at it in fascination. She could hardly believe that that huge trembling prick could ever fit inside her cunt. At the same time, spasms of excitement and longing were shaking her entire being. Her desire for this man's prick was the most intense feeling she had yet experienced.
As she stared at the shaft of steely flesh, she could think of nothing but how it would feel nosing between the lips of her twat and up into her warm belly. Marna knew that if ever she was going to have her hymen ripped, it had to be now.
"Well, what do you say? You going to fuck it or not?"
"I want to, Seth, really I do. But I'm still not sure. I'm so afraid it's going to hurt," the girl whimpered.
"Come on," Seth ordered. "I'll help you make up your mind."
"What, what are you going to do?"
"Never mind. Just get up here and sit on my face. Come on. Now's no time to be afraid."
The girl moved into position over his face.
"Sit down so you can look at my big, dripping prick. That's it. Hunker right down so your cunt's right over my mouth. Push down hard. You won't hurt me. Ah, yes, that's the way."
Marna eagerly pushed her sopping cunt down over his open mouth. He stopped trying to talk and began licking at her pussy eagerly, making the girl moan and shake as he turned her on all over again.
The teenager rocked forward and back, her head hrown back, as his tongue tickled her twat-lips.
Between the trembling cunt-lips, Seth snaked his )ig tongue into her pussy, slurping up as much of he fluid as he could get.
Seth clamped his hands firmly on the girl's trim lips. He bent her forward, handling her roughly. Phen, raising his head slightly, he gazed directly nto her tiny, pinkish-brown shithole.
Overwhelmed by the vulnerable beauty of her asshole, he inhaled deeply, catching the spicy iroma. Then, without pause, he speared his long tongue directly into the hole, still holding the girl's lips so she could not pull away. Marna gasped.
"What are you doing?" she squealed with delight. "Oh, oh, that feels so good. Oh, you're setting me on fire! My whole ass tingles!"
Without replying, Seth forced his tongue even deeper into the yielding shit hole, twirling it around and tickling the teenager's sensitive rectum from all angles. At the same time, he made sure his chin was brushing against Mama's cunt.
The girl whimpered with passion and fantastic excitement. She had never guessed her asshole could be made to feel like this.
Her passion-glazed eyes were fixed on the man's stiff, jerking prick. It seemed even harder and thicker than before. Marna wondered how that was possible. It had been the biggest thing she had ever seen. Now it looked even bigger.
Marna watched the crystal stream of pre-cum as it drooled out of the piss-slit and down the length of the huge prick to pool in the lush pubic bush.
She knew she had to have the tingling cock inside her. She no longer cared whether or not she would be hurt. Seth's tongue working in her ass and his chin rubbing against her twat had taken care of that.
Now all she could concentrate on was the idea of being stuffed full of the man's beautiful, strong flesh and the prospect of being sprayed with his hot, sticky jism.
"Now!" she screamed. "I'm ready now, Seth. I'm going to sit on your big cock now. Let me up. I have to fuck you!"
Marna fought to rise. Seth pushed her up.
She staggered to her feet and stood with one foot on either side of his hips, her body alive with anticipation and sensual desire.
She was ready, and they both knew it.
Marna knelt. Reaching between her thighs, she grasped the man's pulsing cock and aimed it, bringing the tip to rest at the gateway to her pussy.
Slowly, she began to lower her cunt, feeling the blunt, mushroom-shaped head start to part her trembling cuntlips. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, ready for the pain of entry and willing to endure it.
"Well," said a voice behind her. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
Chapter Four
Mama was so startled by the voice that she lost her balance and went plummeting straight down the length of Seth's prick.
She screamed as the steely shaft ripped its way into her pussy, puncturing her hymen and burying itself far up into the base of her belly.
Seth cried out as well, his cock bruised by the sudden force of entry into her virgin cunt.
The pain was so intense that Marna could not think. Her body shook with agony at the sensation of pain that coursed through her. She sobbed with pain and anger.
She could feel the blood dripping out of her cunt, drenching Seth's prick and groin with its warm redness.
Marna looked up, trying to determine in the half light who it was that had disturbed them. At first, all she could see was a shadowy figure standing above her. She blinked as if to clear the pain from her eyes. Then she saw who it was.
"Mark, you sneak! You goddamn, fucking sneak! What the hell are you doing here?"
The boy laughed. "I'm spying on you. What else? By the way, I'd be a little careful about calling anybody a fucking sneak, at least if I were-in the position you are now."
Seth, who had been lying quietly beneath Marna, hoping his cock would stop hurting, suddenly began to shake. His belly bounced so rapidly that Marna thought his cock would slip out of her pussy. The way he was pushing his cock into her wasn't helping her pain one bit.
At the same time, the man began to gag. Marna thought for a moment that he had started to cry.
She looked at him.
"You're laughing. For God's sakes, you're laughing!" she shouted.
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, but what your brother just said is pretty funny. In fact, this whole situation is pretty funny when you think about it."
"You would if you could see yourself," Mark said.
"You go to hell!" Marna snapped. "Just what the fuck are you doing here in the first place?"
"Aw, come on, don't be so hard on me. I was trying to protect my little sister, that's all. What was I supposed to think? You walked out of the house with some guy I'd never seen before. I'd noticed the car when I came home, so I just rode around on my bike until I found it. When I saw it in the park here, I figured this old bathhouse was where you'd be."
"I thought you said this was your secret place," Seth said to Marna.
"It is. It is my secret place. I don't even know how my dumb-ass brother knows about it."
"Christ, every kid in town knows about this place," Mark said. "I been coming down here with the other guys to smoke and jack off ever since I been old enough to get a hard-on."
"Well," Seth said. "That explains why the place smells like cum."
"Shit. Mark had no right to come here and spy on us!"
"Spy on you? I thought maybe you were being raped or murdered or something. It wasn't till I walked in here that I saw who was doing the raping. You fuck pretty good, Sis, I have to say that for you. By the looks of that blood, this must be a first for you, unless you always bleed like that."
Marna looked down at her prick-filled pussy. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "What a mess."
"Boy, I'll say it is," said Seth. "Are you okay, Marna?"
"I guess so. I mean, it still hurts in there, but not as much as it did. I suppose we might as well call it quits, since my dumb brother's here," Marna said regretfully. She hated to end the session, despite * the interruption. Seth's prick was beginning to feel good buried deep inside her cunt.
"Oh, don't stop on my account. I'd love to watch."
"Go to hell," Marna said, raising her body and letting the blood-covered cock slip out of her pussy. "What a deal, having my first real fuck ruined by my damn brother."
"You are being a little hard on him, Marna,"
Seth interrupted. "After all, he thought he was saving your honor."
"Oh, sure," Marna answered, grabbing her panties and mopping the blood off her crotch and legs. "And I suppose he hasn't been enjoying this. Just look at that bulge in his pants."
She pointed an accusing finger at her brother's crotch, where a lump showed itself prominently.
"Well, after all, both of you are naked, and the guy did have his cock in you."
"Hey, you look like you got a pretty big prick for a kid your age," Seth said.
"I do all right, considering I'm only fifteen." "Marna, there are a hell of a lot of girls who'd be pretty pleased to find their brother getting a hard-on for them."
"But he's my brother!"
"So what? He's built the same way I am, or any other guy, for that matter. What do you say, Mark? Would you like to slip it to your little sister?" "Not when she's all bloody like that." "She'll never be that way again. I guarantee it. From now on, it's all play and no pay, and from the way she turns on, I'd guess your hot little sister here would be a nice little handful for a horny young guy like you." "Yeah," Mark said. "Maybe you're right."
"What about me? What about asking me what I think about all this? You sound like you just auctioned me off to the highest bidder. Do you think I'll just fuck with any man that comes along?"
"Frankly, yes," Seth smiled. "It sure didn't take you long to turn on to me, and I bet you could get pretty excited about your brother too."
"Yeah, Marna, cut the bullshit. I know you watch me when I'm in the shower, just hoping to get a look at my cock."
"So? What about it?" the girl asked angrily.
"So if you're so anxious to look at it, you probably wouldn't mind doing a lot more than that."
"He's got a point there, Marna," Seth said. Then, looking at the bulge in Mark's pants again, he added, "And a shaft to go with it, by the looks of things."
"What about you?" Marna snapped, whirling to face Seth. "Why are you interested in my brother fucking me?"
The man shrugged. "I get off on the whole idea of incest, that's all. Most people do. They just don't admit it."
"Incest? What's that?"
"Brothers and sisters and other family members fucking and sucking together."
"Oh, that's what I thought it was."
"There's a big taboo about it, but there's no good reason for it any more. I mean, like I say, you and Mark are both horny, and if you want to fuck each other, why not?"
"That does make sense," Mark said. He stroked the bulge in his pants.
"Sure it makes sense, and maybe you'd even let me watch you two fucking sometimes."
"You'd like that?" Marna asked, finding herself turned on by the idea. She looked at her brother's cock-bulge. "I guess he's not so bad at that. I'll think about it."
"Good. I hope you decide to fuck. Tell you what. Why don't you two sneak away and meet me sometime tomorrow?"
"Sure. We can come back here after school. I'll skip football, I don't mind."
"Well, I do!" Marna cut in. "I said I have to think about it, and I meant it." e
"Okay, okay. I'll give you a number where you can call me. If a woman answers, hung up. It'll be my mother. Here."
Seth scrawled a number on a piece of paper and gave it to Marna.
"Okay, I'll call you from school."
"By the way, Marna, even if you decide against fucking your brother, I'd really like to get together with you again myself. Even though I did break your cherry, we just barely got started. I'm still hot for a good fucking with you."
"Don't worry about that, Seth. I feel I owe you one."
Chapter Five
Marna and Mark walked into the house in silence. A quick look around told them that their mother was not home yet.
"Wow," said Marna. "That's a relief."
"You can say that again."
"Look, Mark, I really feel filthy. I'm going to take a quick bath. There're some hot dogs in the refrigerator I can heat up for dinner. You set the table. That way, if Mom gets home, she'll think we've been here all the time."
Marna went into the bathroom and discarded her rumpled clothing. She had thrown the blood-stained panties into a trash can at the park, not even bothering to bring them home.
She filled the tub full of hot water and sank into it, sighing as the warmth of the bath closed over her aching body.
"Well," she said to herself. "One thing's taken care of anyway."
She heard Mark answer the telephone. In a moment, he came into the bathroom.
"What do you mean by walking in on me when I'm in the tub?"
"So listen to Miss High And Mighty! There's less of you showing now than there was at the bathhouse."
"Yeah," she giggled. "I guess you're right at that. Who was on the phone?"
"Mom. She called to say she won't be home for dinner. Her boss asked her to eat out with him."
"Seth's father?"
"I don't know. All I know is Mom's having dinner with him. Something about their having to work late. Hey, is that who Seth is? The boss's son?"
"That's right. Your little sister gets around more than you thought."
"I got to hand it to you, Marna, you've apparently started to figure out how to get what you want," Mark said, sitting down on the rim of the tub.
He watched with interest as his sister soaped her young body.
For a moment, Marna was ready to protest Mark's presence in the room, and then she thought about what he had said. He was right. There really was no point in her pretending to be coy any longer.
He had seen everything about her that there was to see, including a man's big prick stuffed up her cunt. In many ways, being on this new footing with him was a relief. Now she admitted freely how much Mark turned her on with his lithe good looks, and his firm, nicely developing body.
"Can I wash your back for you?"
"Sure, I guess so," she answered.
Marna leaned forward, and Mark moved around to where he could reach her back.
"Mmmm, that feels good," she sighed.
Mark reached for the soap. Mark stirred up a thick handful of lather. Slowly, he began applying it to Mama's back, enjoying the satiny feel of her flesh against his palm.
When he reached for the bar of soap a second time, it slipped from his hand and into the water, disappearing with a splash.
"Whoops, I dropped it."
Mark dunked his hand into the water and began feeling around for the soap. In a few seconds, his fingers found their way to Mama's buttocks.
"I hope you don't mind. I'm looking for the soap."
"Why would I mind?" Mama asked, almost whispering. "Keep looking."
She raised her asscheeks slightly, and Mark slid his hand under her, his fingertips coming to rest on his sister's asshole. Remembering how good it had felt when Seth had swirled his tongue into her ass, Mama lifted her asscheeks higher, openly inviting Mark to finger-fuck her asshole.
His fingers rubbed back and forth over the small hole, and soon he had his sister moaning.
"You like that? Does that feel good?"
"Yeah, yeah, I sure do like it. It feels great. Seth touched me there. I never knew it felt so nice there."
"You mean you never played around with your own asshole?" he asked. "I do that all the time. I can get two or three fingers up my ass and when I come, man, does it give me a jolt."
"Mark, would you like a bath too?"
"You mean right now, with you?"
"Yeah, that's what I had in mind."
Mark jumped up and peeled off his sweat shirt. He untied his tennis shoes and kicked them off and unzipped his pants. In a moment, he was naked.
His hard cock stuck straight out from his smooth body, jerking and bobbing with excitement. He grabbed it and stroked its length, showing his eagerness to shoot his load of hot jazz.
Mark's prick was long. It was not as long as Seth's, of course, but then he was only half Seth's age. Nevertheless, the boy had a good eight hard inches, and it looked more than ready to find its eager way into his sister's pussy. His balls were big, swinging below the stiff meat of his cock. The boy's body was almost hairless, like his sister's, but around the base of his cock was an already lush blond nest of soft-looking curls.
As Marna stared at her brother, she was overcome with desire for his prick.
Right then she made up her mind. If Seth wanted to watch her fucking with Mark, that was the least she could do to thank him. If he wanted to join them actively, that was so much the better.
Mama would call him and set the date for tomorrow afternoon. Right now, though, her brother needed her undivided attention.
"Come on in, Mark, the water's fine," she said.
Mark stepped into the warm water, facing his sister. Before he could sit down, Marna caught his swinging balls in the palm of her hand. She could almost feel the tiny army of semen swimming frantically inside, eager and prepared to shoot out.
"Those are nice big balls you got, Mark. Do you like me to milk them with my hands . . . like this?"
"Yeah, I sure as fuck do," the boy moaned.
"Then just stand there for a while and let me play around with your balls. I want to give you a good feeling over, just like I've really wanted to do everytime I sneaked a look at you in the shower."
Mark leaned back against the tile wall, his eyes tightly closed. He surrendered his body completely to his sister's caresses, knowing he would have his chance to explore her sexy body in return.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good! So piss-fucking good! I want to come, Marna. I want to shoot my hot cum right up your pussy! You want me to do that? Don't you?"
"Sure, honey. Sure I want that. I want you to drown my cunt with your jazz. I can hardly wait to feel it boiling into me. You can fuck me right here in the water. Would you like to do it that way?"
"Yeah, yeah, to fuck you in the tub. That's what I want," the boy groaned, tossing his head from side to side.
A drop of clear preseminal fluid had now appeared in the deep slit in the tip of his throbbing cock.
Quickly, Marna leaned forward and flicked out her tongue to catch it. She drew the liquid into her mouth, smacking her lips loudly.
"Oh, God, you taste so good, so young and fresh."
"You love the way my juice tastes, huh?"
"You're fucking right, I do! I love it more than anything."
"You want it all? You want to swallow a whole load?"
"Sure, but I want'to have you fuck me too."
"We can still do that, even if you suck my cum. I can shoot three or four times with no trouble at all."
Marna attacked her brother's swollen prick, sucking it into her hot, wet mouth until the blunt tip of it bumped against the back of her throat. Without choking, she eased the flaring head down into her throat.
"Ohhhh, God, that feels sooo good!" Mark moaned, throwing his head back as his knees sagged under the passion that filled his tight young body.
Marna sucked harder and harder, getting to her knees in the bathtub so she could cram all of Mark's eight inches into her throat.
"Take it. Take it all!" he moaned, grabbing Mama's ears and pulling her against his crotch.
His sister's nose was buried deeply in Mark's ;urly blond nest. The hairs tickled her nose as she breathed deeply of the combined odor of sweat ind dried urine. The smell turned her on more than ;ver, and her loins itched with the desire for ;limax.
Much as she enjoyed eating Mark's stiff, pulsing meat, Marna was impatient to have it fucking her pussy, stretching her cunt the way Seth's big cock had done earlier in the afternoon. This time, there would be no pain to slow her down or dampen her feelings of passion.
Marna could hardly wait to suck the load out of Mark so they could get to what she was really waiting for-her first complete fuck.
Having Seth's prick rammed into her so suddenly had only whetted her appetite for a real fucking. Despite the pain and the blood, she had found herself the willing victim, a true devotee of prick. She could hardly wait for her brother's eight inches probing its way into her cunt, unlocking new sensations of pleasure and excitement.
Marna let the eight-inch prick slip out of her mouth, until only the flaring tip was still encased. Her lips nibbled around it, caressing it tightly. Then she let her sharp teeth nip playfully at the fleshy coronal ridge.
Mark's reaction was immediate. He cried out in passion. He arched his hips, flexing his buttocks muscles and indicating how much he longed for his sister to swallow his cock to the hilt once again.
Marna complied and sucked the eight inches of throbbing muscle all the way down her narrow gullet.
The boy groaned as his prick swelled even larger in his sister's mouth.
Marna caressed and fondled Mark's heavy balls. As her fingers ran across the satin smooth skin, the girl felt her heart pounding even faster. If she did not get that pulsating cock up her twat soon, she was going to come without it.
Her cunt-juices were running freely, and she could feel them dripping down her legs and into the water. Marna was certain that if she so much as touched her throbbing twat at this moment, she would come as she had never come before.
Mark grabbed the back of his sister's head and frantically pushed it against his cock. Then he pulled her away again, burying his demanding fingers in her hair.
As he pulled and pushed faster and faster, he began moaning deeper, cursing under his breath, completely carried away with sensual excitation.
Mama allowed Mark to manipulate her head as he wanted, knowing it was useless to fight him, even though the blunt tip of his prick was battering the back of her throat without mercy. The boy's labored breathing and animal groans told her that the punishment would not last much longer.
"Oh, Christ fucking Jesus! Marna! Here it comes! I'm going to shoot! God am I going to shoot! Drink it up, Sis! Here it comes!"
Marna felt her brother go stiff, his knees nearly giving out. His big balls contracted, slipping out of her fingers.
Marna pulled ba V, sliding the swollen cock out of her throat and letting it rest on her tongue. She was intent on tasting every drop of her brother's hot load as it spilled out of his cock-slit.
"I'm commming, Marna! I'm commming, auuugggghhh!" the boy screamed, throwing his head backward, his mouth gaping.
Suddenly, Mama's mouth was filled to overflowing with her brother's steaming seed. She gulped it down, determined that none of it would get away from her. The flavor, with all its starchy freshness, was an aphrodisiac for the thirteen-year-old, and she groaned with passion as she continued to suck the hot liquid out of Mark's shivering body.
At long last, she had drained her brother completely. His legs gave out as she pulled away from him, and he slipped slowly down the tile wall into the tub, coming to rest in the warm bath water. He opened his glazed eyes and stared into his sister's face. ,
"Shit, Marna, that was the greatest blow job. That was the best come I ever had in my life."
"Good," Marna grinned, rubbing her hand across her mouth. "I'm glad I did a good job."
"Good ain't the word, baby. Good ain't the word. You're great. You're the best cocksucker in the world!"
"You look like I almost did you in."
"Shit, I guess you did. I feel like I came my guts out. You swallowed it all too, didn't you?"
"Sure," Marna said, nodding her head proudly.
"It tastes great."
Chapter Six
Marna took her brother's spent prick gently in her hands.
"Look, Mark," she said. "If you're too fucked out to do what we talked about, it's okay. We've got plenty of time for that later."
"Fucking, you mean? Hell, I'm not too fucked out. I'm just getting a good start. We can go on all night long if you want to. Just give me a couple minutes to catch my breath. This hot water feels good on my balls. I can feel another load of cum building up there already."
"You want to do it in the tub, or would you rather go to my bedroom?"
"Shit, let's fuck here in the water. That ought to be great."
"Good. That's what I was hoping you'd say. Want to play with my tits a little? That should help us both get ready," Marna said, cupping her young breasts and offering them to her brother.
Mark reached forward, almost reverently, taking one breast in each hand. He closed his fingers over them, kneading them softly.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," Marna mumbled, her eyes closed.
"It feels good to me too. I'm getting hard again. Being with you, it doesn't take me long. You're a real turn on, Sis. I wish we'd gotten together a long time ago."
"Yeah, me too. But that's okay. We'll just make up for lost time now."
"Sure thing," Mark agreed, letting one hand fall to his sister's cunt and massaging her trembling pussy.
"Ahhhh, that's so nice," Marna hissed through clenched teeth. "But be careful. It's not going to take much to push me over the edge."
Mama could see that Mark's cock was completely hard again, as hard as he had been before his frantic come of only a few moments before. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the eight-inch rod.
Mark made no move to stop her. He spread his legs farther apart, resting his feet on the edges of the tub, giving her access to his cock.
Marna reached below the low-hanging balls and ran her fingers over his asshole, at the same time continuing to squeeze his tube of pulsating cockflesh.
Mark began to moan again, as hot as he had been earlier in their session.
"Christ, Marna, I feel like I can come again right now. Jesus, your fingers feel so nice on my ass! You make me want to shoot another hot wad right now, right away."
"Then maybe you better shove it into me. If you don't, I'm going to come without you even fingering me. I'm really hot to go!"
"Okay. Lie back in the water and put your feet up on the rim, like I'm doing right now."
Mark adjusted his position, getting to his knees in the water, while his sister leaned back against the tub and raised her feet as he had instructed. Mark looked straight into the gaping cunt. Her pussy looked ready to swallow his throbbing prick.
"Oh, Jesus, Marna, do you have a nice cunt! There's not a man in the world who wouldn't give his right nut to get into that fresh meat of yours."
"Right now I'm not interested in any man in the world. All I want is your cock right in here. Shove it in all the way and do it hard! I want to feel the fucking thing go in! Split me right in two with that big cock of yours!"
Mark moved closer, easing his body between Mama's legs, the water splashing around them in small waves, lapping against them.
Mark held his eight-inch cock, pressing its reddened tip against her yielding crack.
Marna held her breath, fearing that she would come just from having the super-hot cock-tip pushed against her. She tried to think of other things, hoping to hold off climax for as long as possible. Still, she found it impossible to think of anything else. It seemed as though she had been waiting all her life for this one moment, waiting to let her juices gush forth under the stimulation of a hard male prick.
"Go on, shove it in! Do it fast! Do it now!" she ordered, her voice ragged with lust.
Mark's hips lunged forward, burying four inches of his flaming prick in his sister's cunt.
Marna moaned with pleasure. There was no pain this time. Seth's battering cock had done its job. Mark had an open channel of seething flesh in which to sink his eager cock.
"Oh, baby! That's so nice and hot around my cock! Christ, Sis, you're one nice piece. God, I ought to rent you out to all the guys on the football team."
"To hell with that. Just fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Marna demanded. "I got to have screwing, rough screwing, and I got to have it now!"
Marna lifted her ass off the bottom of the tub, shoving upward with her crotch, forcing her brother's prick into her cunt all the way.
Their bodies slapped together, and it was Mark's turn to moan as his prick was buried all the way to the fuzz in his sister's burning hot flesh. The water lapped around them, seeping into Mama's pussy along with her brother's rigid cock, lubricating and easing the way for their frantic fucking.
As she held Mark's hard cock inside her, Marna knew that she was born to fuck. She felt as though she had no purpose in life other than to accept a male's probing cock in her cunt.
She longed to have Mark dig into her pussy even deeper, forcing his cockmeat way up into her heaving belly. What she wanted to have was a cock so long that it would shove right up through her and out her mouth.
"Fuck me, fuck meeee!" she screamed, thrashing about in the tub, splashing the water with such force that it spilled over the edge and onto the floor.
"Yeah, I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you so hard you'll feel it forever!" Mark moaned.
He fucked into Marna as though his life depended on it. He truly wanted his sister to remember this first fuck between them.
Their bodies lunged into one another, both desperate to reach crashing climax.
"Screw me, fuck meee!" Marna yelled again and again at the top of her lungs.
"Yes, by God, I'll fuck you! I'm going to cum an ocean! I'm going to drown you in cum."
They rolled and splashed in the tub, spilling more water over the side until the floor was flooded.
Marna thought her guts were on fire as the rigid cock plunged again and again deeply into her suctioning cunt. Her legs flailed the air, helpless in their wild spasming. Spittle bubbled out of her moaning mouth and ran down her flushed cheeks.
Mark buried his face in her neck and groaned deeply, shoving his cock in as far as it could possibly reach. He rotated his slim hips, pushing against his sister's inner cunt-walls and raping her from every angle.
Marna could tell that he was aching to come just as desperately as she was. From the way he was fucking she was sure that his second climax would be as wild as the first.
Mama's guts were now burning with such passion that she knew her jolting climax was only seconds away. She had fought to hold it off, to experience as much pleasure as possible, for as long as she could. Release was rolling over her, whether she was ready for it or not.
"Mark, Mark, I'm coming! I'm commming," she screamed raggedly into her brother's ear. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck mmmmmeeeeee! Kill me with your big cock!"
Her brother redoubled his efforts, shooting his eight-inch cock in and out of her cunt without regard for whether he was hurting her or not.
Marna brought her legs down over Mark's back. She beat at him with her heels, driving him on to plunge into her vulnerable cunt harder and harder.
Then there they were, together, writhing with passion and coming at the same second.
"I'm shooting! I'm fucking shooooting!" Mark yelled.
Marna could feel her brother's searing load spraying into her cunt, whitewashing her pussy until her body could not hold all the jism. It oozed around the rigid prick and was washed away in the bath water, along with her cunt-juice.
Chapter Seven
Across town, Cleo Thompson sat in a posh restaurant, completely unaware of what was going on at home. She was finally getting something she had been wanting for a long time-romantic attention from her employer, Ray Scott.
Ray Scott was fifty-five, but not in bad shape for a man his age. He looked like an older version of his son, Seth, and that was what had, in fact, attracted Cleo to the younger man. Since the father had given little sign of being interested in her, she turned to the son.
Now, Ray suddenly seemed to be available. It had all happened quite suddenly.
They had been working late, which annoyed Cleo, because she had made a tentative date with Seth. When it became obvious that Ray was going to keep turning out priority work until very late in the afternoon, Cleo had had to call Marna to relay a message to Seth when he arrived.
At about six, Ray had asked her out to dinner.
Cleo accepted quickly. She had been attracted to the man from the first day she went to work for him. The trouble was, he always talked about his loving wife and what a great family man he was.
Cleo suspected that anyone who had to talk about his wife and family as much as Ray Scott did was probably trying very hard to convince himself that he really felt that way about them.
"Would you like a drink, Cleo?" Ray asked.
"Only if you have one," she smiled, hoping a little liquor would help loosen him up.
They ordered martinis, drank them, then ordered a second round while waiting for their dinners to arrive.
When the second set arrived, Cleo said, "Oh, dear, I'm really not used to two drinks. I really don't know what I might do. You'll have to watch over me very carefully, Mr. Scott."
"Don't worry about it, Cleo. I'll take care of you. It'll be a pleasure."
Cleo eyed the handsome older man sitting across from her. He was better looking than his son, she decided. Age gave him character.
Cleo had always enjoyed older men, finding them to have more sexual skill and more ability to please a woman than their younger counterparts. She had a strong feeling that Ray Scott would be no exception-if she could just bring him around to a position where she could get him into bed with her.
"Do you want to go back to the office when we finish eating?" she asked, slurring her words slightly to give him the impression that she was feeling the liquor much more than she actually was.
"Maybe for a little while," Ray replied. "There are a couple more letters I want to dictate. I can use the machine, though. You won't need to come back."
"Oh, but I insist. I mean, I really have to pay you back for this nice dinner, and coming back to the office with you is one way to do it, at least it shows my gratitude."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I would appreciate it. I hate going back there alone. Ah, here are our steaks."
As the waiter put down a sizzling platter before each of them, Cleo said, "Oh, I just love steak. It always means sex to me."
"What?" he asked, almost choking on the last of his drink.
"Oh, Mr. Scott, please forgive me! It must be the martinis talking. What I mean is, well, whenever my ex-husband took me out for steak, that always meant we were going to have a real good time in bed that night, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, yes, Cleo, I think I do."
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Mr. Scott."
"Call me Ray, Cleo, and don't worry about embarrassing me. It takes a lot to do that."
"Oh, really? You always seem so proper, such a family man."
"Don't let the things I say around the office fool you. To tell you the truth, Evie, that's my wife, really doesn't understand me."
"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry to hear that. If I'm not speaking out of turn, Mr. Scott, I mean Ray, you deserve better. You're such a nice man."
"Do you really think so, Cleo?"
From then on, Cleo Thompson knew she had her boss exactly where she wanted him. She found it a simple matter to keep maneuvering the conversation in ways so she could indicate her willingness to give him the comfort and understanding.
By the time they had finished their afterdinner drinks, she was reasonably sure that, once they got back to the office, any work that took place would be done on the leather couch in front of her boss's desk.
Cleo leaned against Ray Scott, pretending to be unsteady on her feet from all the liquor she had drunk. The man's arm found its way around her waist almost instinctively as he helped her to the car.
"Hmmm, Ray, you're such a strong, such a forceful man. That's what I find so very attractive about you. You're strong in everything you do."
"Oh, no, not really. In many ways I'm very gentle."
"Of course you are. You're a dear, dear gentle man. But I mean something different. When I say you're forceful, I mean that I feel you take anything you want, no matter what it might be, and that nobody ever denies it to you. Am I right?"
"I don't know, Cleo. Maybe you are."
"I'm sure of it."
The watchman let Cleo and Ray into the darkened building, and they took the elevator upstairs.
Ray said little, and Cleo hoped it was because his mind was on what might happen when they were alone in the office.
The older man opened the door.
"My, it just seems so lonely here at night, doesn't it, Ray? There's nobody to disturb us at all, nobody on the whole floor. I bet the only person in the whole building is the night watchman."
"Yes, that's probably true. Excuse me, please. I have to call my wife."
Scott closed the door to his inner office. Cleo went to her desk and, after a moment, picked up the telephone.
"Hello. Hello, Seth?"
"Yes, Dad. What can I do for you?"
"Is your mother there?"
"No, she's gone out. Some club meeting or other."
"Oh, I see. Well, when she comes back, please tell her I had to work late."
"What time shall I say you'll be home, Dad?"
"Oh, it'll be several hours. I have a lot to do."
"Oh, I understand. Dictating some letters to that secretary of yours, huh?"
"Yes, that's right, Son. Good-bye now."
Cleo put down the phone.
Well, at least one thing was settled, she thought to herself. Ray Scott had told her he only had a couple of letters to dictate, but just now he told Seth that he would not be home for several hours. Hopefully, the man intended to spend those hours in the same way she wanted to-fucking.
Cleo felt her pussy getting warm. Soon it would begin to twitch in anticipation of Ray Scott's big meat being shoved into it. He may be twenty-five years older than his son, but Cleo bet he could get his prick just as hard as Seth's.
The door to the inner office opened, and Ray stuck his head out. "Will you come in please, Cleo?"
Cleo picked up her steno pad and smoothed her dress down over her asscheeks. She walked into Ray's office.
He motioned her to sit down on the leather couch while he paced the floor. The horny woman tried to think of an excuse to get him to sit down beside her, but could not come up with one.
"Cleo, you have children, don't you?"
"Yes, Ray, a son and a daughter," she answered, wondering what the man was driving at.
"Maybe you can advise me what to do about my son, Seth. You have met him, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have."
"I don't know what to do to help him. Ever since he came home from the Army, all he's done is drift. He can't seem to get interested in anything productive. Sometimes he just disappears for several hours. Never tells his mother or me where he's going. He doesn't look for work. I even offered to give him a job, but he's not interested. At thirty, a man should be interested in bettering himself, shouldn't he?"
"I don't know, Ray. Maybe he's just going through a phase, as they say. The Army does funny things to men. My husband was never the same when he came back. I guess that's why we eventually broke up."
"Well, I've taken some action about the boy, at any rate. If he won't find a job for himself, I'll force him to find one. I've told him he's to get out of my house and make it on his own. I won't support him any longer."
"Isn't that a little harsh?"
"The best thing for him. He's not a boy."
"No, I suppose not," Cleo sighed, remembering
Seth's ten-inch cock. He definitely was not a boy, he was a real man.
She patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Why don't you sit down here, Ray. It makes me nervous to have you pacing around like that."
The man sat down beside her. "I suppose we ought to get to those letters I was going to dictate."
"Oh, come now," Cleo cooed. "Can't we just relax a little? I mean, after all, we just had that lovely steak dinner and all."
"I suppose so," Scott said, sighing and stretching his legs out.
Cleo's eyes fell to his crotch. The bulge she saw there convinced her that Seth had inherited his big prick from his father. Her thighs twitched, and she could feel the moisture gathering at her twat.
She had to have her boss's cock. She would not be satisfied until she did.
"Let me slip your shoes off, so you can really relax," Cleo said.
Before the man could protest, Cleo slid off the couch to kneel at his feet. She pulled off his loafers.
"There," she said. "Now, isn't that better?"
"Yeah, it is," Ray admitted.
Cleo began to gently massage his feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Just giving you a light foot massage. It's an Oriental idea. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes, it does."
Cleo continued to work on first one foot and then the other. As she massaged his feet, she deftly pushed her skirt upward with her elbow, exposing more and more of her upper legs.
Glancing up, she saw that her employer's eyes were glued to her crotch. She also detected a twitching in the lump at his groin. The man was getting interested in more than relaxing. She was sure of that.
Soon, Cleo knew she would get what she had been longing for-a taste of Ray Scott's long prick. If he was half as good at fucking as his son, Cleo knew she would be completely happy.
Cleo's finger strayed up Ray's leg, and she saw his cock-bulge twitch more urgently than before. She moved up farther.
"Hmmm, that feels good," he mumbled.
"Yes, a leg massage is even better than a foot massage. Why don't you lie down on the couch, so I can do your legs and back for you?"
The man started to lie down on his stomach, but Cleo stopped him.
"No, no. On your back."
"On my back?"
"Yes. I have my own way of doing things. Lie on your back."
She didn't want to tell him that she actually wanted him on his back so she could keep an eye on his lengthening cock.
Cleo knew that she could excite the man enough to get what she wanted. It was important for her to know just when to make the grab for his prick. Experience with shy men in the past had taught her that the best moment was the one at which they achieved full erection. That gave a girl something worthwhile to grab onto.
From what she had seen of Ray Scott so far, she was sure he had plenty of cock to grab.
Cleo bent over his feet, letting her skirt ride far up the back of her thighs, hoping to give her boss a good view of what she had to offer him.
She had hardly started working on Scott's legs, when she felt his hand snake its way in between her sensitive inner thighs. She pushed backward slightly, letting the man know he was welcome to explore her as much as he liked.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand, cupping his palm against the thin fabric of her panties, where they stretched between her legs.
Cleo pushed downard, pressing her crotch and ass against the hand.
"Hmmm, it's nice and warm there," he said.
"It's even warmer now that you're touching it, Ray."
Cleo let him slip his hand up against her dripping cunt. He explored it with his fingers, pushing against the filmy fabric of her panties.
Dropping any pretense of coyness, Cleo caressed the growing bulge in Ray's slacks.
"Hey, you don't fool around, do you?"
"There's not much point, is there? We both know what we want, why not take it?"
"That's a very sensible viewpoint."
He reached up and threw Cleo's skirt up over her back, exposing her large, soft thighs and asscheeks. Running his hands over them greedily, he moaned with pleasure at the feel of the silky, peachlike softness.
Cleo shivered. She could feel that her sex juices were already soaking through her flimsy panties.
With one quick motion, she unzipped her boss's pants. Reaching inside, she found the gap in the front of his boxer shorts. She fumbled her fingers through it and grasped his hard cock-shaft. She tried to pull his prick out, but it was so big and so stiff that she could not get it through the hole.
"Come on, let's get naked so we can be comfortable," he said.
In seconds, the two of them had stripped off their clothes, enjoying each other's bodies to the fullest.
"Sit on the edge of the desk here, Cleo. I want to eat your cunt out."
Cleo could hardly wait for the sensation of the older man's sucking mouth on her cunt. She hopped up to perch on the edge of the big desk, spreading her legs wide in preparation for his reaming mouth.
The man knelt down before her, his face even with her gaping twat. He looked lustfully at the moist opening, sniffing at her cunt like a dog, and enjoying the musky aroma of the woman's hot cuntflesh.
"Eat me, eat me! Don't hold back! I can't stand it, all this waiting. Sink your mouth right into my cunt, now. Do it now!"
Still the naked man held back. "What will you do for me if I eat your pussy?"
"Anything! Anything you say," Cleo moaned.
"Will you let me fuck you?"
"Of course, anything. Just hurry up and eat me out! Shit, man, I'm so hungry to feel your mouth on me I can-hardly stand it! Eat me now. Please, please eat me!"
Ray pushed his face hard into Cleo's dripping cunt. Moving his head rapidly from side to side, he laved his wet tongue over the quivering flesh, eagerly lapping up the woman's oozing juices.
Cleo held the man's head close to her crotch. She pushed it, forcing Ray's tongue and lips against her leaking crack, demanding that he ream her pussy out completely.
He grabbed Cleo's legs and threw them over his shoulders. She lay back on the desk top, giving him full access to her cunt.
Starting with the crack in her ass, he ran his wet tongue all the way up to her swelling clit. He wiggled his mouth over it wildly and then retraced his path down and back to Cleo's trembling shit hole.
"Oh, Christ, you do that so good. You lick so nice. Shit, keep on, keep it up! Make me come just like this! Keep eating me forever!"
He continued to lap at her tender ass and cunt. Each time he completed the circuit from back to front, he paused for a long time to concentrate his frantic efforts on Cleo's erect clitoris. Catching the little bud on his eager tongue, he rolled it around and around, making the woman moan and croon with pleasure.
Cleo was ready to explode. She was fearful that she would come at once, shortening the ever-increasing pleasure she was now experiencing.
That must not happen. This had to go on as long as she could possibly endure it.
Her hands moved to her naked breasts. She caught the big nipples between her fingers and started twisting and pinching them, bringing them to quick and aching erections.
Her body felt raw all over. She was sweating now, completely aroused by the man's constant licking of her cunt and asshole.
As he licked Cleo's boiling flesh, he grabbed his hard prick. Frantically, he began to milk it, beating his steaming meat as fast as he possibly could, wanting to bring himself to a crashing climax while never taking his mouth from the delightful cunt before him.
Cleo was completely out of control. She tossed her head from side to side, moaning and groaning, her body aflame with raw passion. There was no letup.
Ray's tongue darted from place to place, with every sweep hitting hundreds of screaming nerves and making her groin burn hotter than before.
She had been set on getting fucked. However, the wild feeling of Ray's hot, questing mouth on her sensitive, shivering cuntflesh was driving all thoughts of fucking out of her mind.
She was speeding wildly toward climax, intent on release, no matter what might stand in her way. She sensed that there was no longer time to waste while the man got into position to ram his cock into her cunt. She would be spilling over long before he could ever get it in.
"Do it to it, baby! Do it to it!" she screamed, her hair tossing wildly on the wooden desk top.
Ray fucked his own fist, his hand a blur as it flew up and down the length of his searing-hot, steely shaft. He licked and nibbled at his secretary's soft, velvety cunt, his face smeared with her freely-leaking juices. He ate like a man who had starved himself for years, lapping up every drop of cunt-juice he could get his tongue on.
Never did he forget to give special attention to Cleo's jerking clitoris. The little sex organ throbbed under his tongue, as he caressed it again and again, never failing to bring new moans from the woman's passion-racked throat.
The two of them, employer and secretary, were well on their way to completion, their bodies shaking, their chests heaving with their labored breathing.
The hot juice flowed out of her pussy, flooding his eagerly gulping mouth with its sticky, bitter sweetness. The man sucked greedily, swallowing tier juices as quickly as he could, trying to keep from losing a single, precious drop.
Cleo's lush body was shaken by jolt after jolt of :limax. She moaned and yelled. Again and again, she came in multiple orgasm, each time offering her lover a fresh supply of cunt-juice to gulp down.
As he drank, Ray felt his balls boiling over. The huge spheres contracted against the base of his cock and then blasted their hot load up through his swollen cock and out to splash against the side of his polished desk.
He moaned and groaned as the white starch jetted out of his cock, his body shaking with the force of his climax.
Just as the two of them passed their peak and were catching their breaths, their sexual concentration was suddenly shattered.
From the doorway came the sound of deep male laughter.
Chapter Eight
Nearly falling to the floor in his surprise, Ray turned to face the intruder.
There stood his son, Seth.
"Well, well, Dad. Are you having a good time? I must say, you present a pretty picture kneeling with your head buried in a woman's twat. Too bad Mother didn't come along with me. I'm sure she would have gotten a big kick out of this."
"Seth, what the hell are you doing here?"
"It's like this, Dad. Something about your telephone call just didn't ring true, especially since I've seen what your secretary looks like. I just thought I'd come down to the office and check out my suspicions. Funny thing, it turned out they were exactly right."
By this time, Cleo was up and had managed to slip into her skirt. It was a reflex action. She did not stop to think of the irony of her hurrying to clothe herself in front of Seth, a man who had fucked her.
"Hi, Cleo, how are you tonight?"
"Fine, I guess," she stuttered.
"You're looking good, particularly with those big tits hanging out."
Cleo decided it was best for her to play this as cool as possible.
"How the hell did you get in here at this time of night?" Ray snapped.
"It was easy. I just told them I was your son. You're a famous man around these parts, Dad."
"Well, now that you found us, what do you intend to do about it? Tattle to your mother?"
"Maybe, Dad, just maybe. I'll tell you one thing, if you use that tone with me any more, I'll give it some serious thought. It would be fun to see Mother's reaction. I was thinking of something else, though."
"Something else? What?" Ray said, clumsily getting into his pants.
"That maybe I could be persuaded to keep my mouth shut if you dropped that crazy idea of yours about my leaving home."
"That's blackmail!"
"Call it whatever you want to, Dad, but that's my offer. Take it or leave it."
Cleo finally spoke up. "Seth, that's got to be the dirtiest thing I've ever heard anybody try to pull, and on your own father too!"
"Well, well, listen to Miss Pureheart. I wouldn't say the position I found you in just now gives you the right to pass judgment on anyone."
"I don't care what happens. I want you out of my house!" Ray broke in.
"That's a shame, Dad. I guess all I can do is tell Mother all about your working late with Cleo here. It's a pity, but it probably will finish her in this town when the story gets out. What will you do, Mrs. Thompson, pack up your children and move somewhere else?"
"Seth, I don't care if you are my son, you're nothing but a bastard!"
"Excuse me," Cleo broke in. "I think I may have a compromise. The main thing you want is to have Seth move out of your house isn't it, Ray?"
"I suppose so."
"And you, Seth, you just don't want to have to go to work right now, isn't that so?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It's not that I'm so hot to live with my parents. I just don't want to shell out for food and an apartment, that's all."
"Then, Mr. Scott, why don't you just give Seth a monthly allowance?"
"What would his mother say to that? She'd wonder why I was doing that all at once."
"Well, make a job for him. You're president of the company. Put him on the payroll."
"Cleo, that's perfect. You're brilliant, that's what you are."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Aren't you going to thank him for the mouth job too, Cleo?" Seth asked mockingly.
"Look, Seth, now that we've come to an arrangement for paying you off, I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head, especially as concerns Mrs. Thompson."
"Sorry, Dad. I didn't realize you had decided she was your private property," Seth said. Before his father could reply, he turned and left
Chapter Nine
Cleo did not reach home until after eleven. She had hardly put her coat in the closet, when Mania called her from the top of the stairs.
"Mom, is that you?"
"Yes, Marna. I'm sorry to be so late. We had to work late."
"I know, Mom. A man named Seth Scott called here. I think he wants you to call him back."
"Tonight?" Cleo's mind was racing. She had seen Seth in the office less than an hour before. What could he possibly want now?
"Yes, and he said it was important. The number's on the pad beside the phone. He said he was at some kind of a club."
Mama neglected to tell her mother how pleased she had been that Seth Scott had called. It had given her the opportunity to set up a meeting for after school the next day. She and Mark could scarcely wait to see the man again.
Cleo went to the telephone and dialed the number on the pad. There were two rings, and then a voice answered. "Catnip Club. Who do you want?"
"Is Seth Scott there please?" "Yeah, he's sitting here at the bar. Just a minute."
In a moment, Seth's voice came over the phone. "Cleo, is that you?"
"Yes, it's me. What do you want?"
"My, my, you don't sound happy to hear from me. Have you forgotten the great time we had fucking the other night?"
"No," Cleo said, her voice icy. "But I also remember the little scene we had in your father's office an hour ago."
"Don't tell me you're upset about that."
"Of course I'm upset about it, you blackmailer."
"Now, now, don't use words like that. I thought I made it clear I don't like to be called names."
"Well, what would you call yourself?"
"Someone who takes advantage of opportunities. But I didn't want to talk to you about what we should call me."
"Why did you call anyway?"
"To tell you I'm coming over."
"Come over? What for?"
"Can't you guess? For a little fucking, of course."
"Are you crazy? I wouldn't let you touch me after what happened tonight."
"Oh, I bet you will. I have a little deal to offer you."
"Deal? What kind of a deal?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, it's a little like the one I made with Dad tonight."
"What do you mean?" Cleo asked, suddenly afraid.
"Let me put it this way, Cleo. My old man's hot for you, right? Well, Baby, how do you think he'd feel if someone were to tell him that his favorite son got it on with you before he ever had a chance himself?"
"Seth, you wouldn't!"
"Of course I would. Tell me, Cleo, how long do you think it'll take you to find another job as good as the one you have now, especially after you've been fired."
"You sonofabitch!"
"Sometimes I think Dad's a bitch too, but I didn't know you did, particularly after tonight. Shall we fuck at your house, or do you want me to pick you up and take you out somewhere. I know a charming little bathhouse in the park."
"I... I don't know. Let me think. I'm not sure I can do this."
"Not sure you can do it? That's a laugh. You'll be fucking when you're four days dead. Just think about how long you can keep your kids fed without a job. See you in ten minutes." He hung up the phone.
Cleo stood there for a moment with the receiver in her hand, and then she hung it up. She could see no course of action but to go along with Seth Scott's demand. Being a secretary to the president ]f a company paid well. It was a job she did not vant to lose.
There was nothing to do but give Seth what he ranted. Maybe it would not be so bad. It certainly had not been before. But then she had felt much differently about the young man.
Cleo went up the stairs. She had decided to find out whether Marna and Mark were asleep. If they were, she would tell Seth they could do their fucking here in the house.
It would certainly be more comfortable than wherever he wanted to take her in the park. Cleo felt like a whore, an unwilling whore.
She peeked into Mark's room. The boy was sound asleep, breathing heavily. He had kicked his blankets off and lay there in the nude, his legs flung wide apart and his prick half hard.
Cleo gazed at her son with pleasure. Her son was getting to be quite a man. For a brief second she wondered what his prick would feel like inside her, and then she put the thought out of her head. Cleo tiptoed into Mama's room. "Is that you, Mom?" the girl whispered. "Yes, dear. It is. I just wanted to tell you I have to go out for a little while."
"But it's awfully late. Where are you going?" "Just on an errand, Marna. Don't worry about it. I'll be back as soon as I can." "Okay, Mom. Good night." "Good night, dear."
Chapter Ten
Seth and Cleo drove to the park in silence. The man was angry because he had been hoping to fuck her in her own bed where they could be comfortable, rather than fucking in the dank and musty bathhouse filled with the smell of urine and old cum.
Luckily, he had brought a candle along just in case.
Seth pulled into the parking lot.
"Get out," he ordered.
Cleo did as she was told, not eager to cause any trouble. Seth started down the path, and the woman followed meekly along behind. She nearly ran into the back of him when Seth reached the spot where they had to turn off into the underbrush.
"Watch where you're walking, you clumsy bitch!"
"I didn't know you were going to stop so suddenly!"
Seth turned around and slapped Cleo hard across the face. She reeled back, almost falling to the ground.
"Don't talk back to me, you goddamn whore!"
Cleo whimpered, rubbing her mouth.
"Come on. Follow me, and hurry up about it!"
Seth went crashing through the brush, and Cleo followed along, picking her way over the rough ground as best she could in her high heels.
If she had had any idea where the man was really going to force her to go, she would have worn different clothes. Now there was no choice but to push on.
Cleo was frightened. She had not seen this sadistic side of Seth before.
When they reached the bathhouse, Seth grabbed Cleo by the arm and pulled her inside. He shoved her into the secret room Marna had shown him.
Striking a match, he lit the candle he had brought.
"Lie down," he ordered, pointing at the stained mattress. "Strip and lie down." "But it's so dirty."
"I don't give a bloody fuck! Do as I say and be quick about it."
Seth knelt down and placed the lighted candle beside the mattress.
Cleo stood there, not sure what she should do. If she tried to make a run for it, Seth would surely catch her. If, by some miracle, she did manage to get away, she was not at all certain she could find her way home.
Seth grabbed Cleo by the shoulders. He shook her unmercifully until she could scarcely breathe. Then he pushed her backward, knocking her against the damp brick wall.
Cleo sagged against it, whimpering, as Seth stood over her menacingly.
"Don't hit me, please!" Cleo sobbed. "Then get the fuck out of those clothes, and be quick about it."
Her hands shaking with fear, Cleo removed her clothing, trying to pile it in a reasonably clean spot on the floor.
"Just drop it. What the hell you taking so long for?"
"I was trying to keep my clothes from getting soiled, that's all."
"Ask my father to buy you some new ones. I'm sure he'd be happy to, now that you're his little fuckmate. Hurry it up!"
In a moment, Cleo stood naked before Seth.
"Good," he said. "Now lie down so I can give you the fucking of your life."
As she moved toward the mattress, Seth suddenly changed his mind.
"No, I don't want that, not just yet. Stand there, right where you are. I'm going to teach you to appreciate a good thing when I offer it. I'm going to show you what happens when you take so long to strip when I tell you to."
Quickly, he unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it out of the loops. He fingered it lovingly, feeling the smoothness of the heavy, polished leather against his hands.
"Do you like this belt, Cleo? I got it when I was in the Army. They do nice work in the Far East. All hand-tooled, and much thicker leather than you can get here."
He doubled the belt and snapped it loudly.
Cleo flinched.
"Oh, I see that little noise made you jump. It's nothing like the jumping you'll be doing in a minute or two. Lean over with your hands against the wall."
"Please don't, Seth! Not that! My husband used to do that sometimes. I can still remember how it hurt."
"I said bend over, and I mean it. This is going to be just like the old days, bitch! By the time I finish, you'll be begging for more."
Cleo braced herself. She waited in silence for the pain to come, gritting her teeth.
Seth brought the leather down hard across the woman's bare back.
The snapping sound echoed through the dank room. Cleo remained silent.
Seth waited a moment, until he saw a deep red mark appear. Then he brought the belt down again, this time slapping against her round, soft ass.
"Do you like that, Cleo? Does that leather excite you? It does me, Cleo. I love the sound of it. I love the welts it raises on that white skin of yours. Tell me, Cleo, do you like it?"
The woman did not reply.
"Can't make up your mind, huh? Well, in that case, I'll give you some more so you can decide."
Seth slammed the heavy belt down again and again onto the woman's bare back, listening for sounds of crying or whimpering.
But Cleo, determined not to satisfy the man's sadistic lust, remained silent. She clenched her teeth and bore the pain, refusing to make any sound.
"Tell me how you like it! Goddamn you, you whore-ass bitch! Tell me how it feels. Do you like this hard leather biting into your shit-fucking back? Goddamn it, I'm going to keep on beating you, until you say something!"
Still, despite the threats, Cleo said nothing.
She leaned against the wall, rivers of sweat pouring down her face.
Once more, Seth began the beating. He slashed her again and again, bringing the belt down over her back and ass until there was not an inch of flesh that did not glow red. In a few places, the force of the blows had broken the skin, and tiny streams of blood coursed down the woman's sides.
At long last, Seth could do nothing but give up.
Cleo would not cry out. She had won this round.
Grabbing her hands, Seth looped the belt around them, tying them securely. Holding Cleo around the waist, he threw the end of the belt over a beam and pulled, forcing her hands and arms upward. Cleo hung with her feet just barely touching the dirt floor.
"Now that's a pretty sight. That's just the way I like my women to be-completely helpless. Think about it, Cleo, you bitch, you can't do a fucking thing to defend yourself."
As Cleo watched, her eyes wide with fear, Seth went over and picked up the lighted candle. Slowly, waving the flame back and forth in front of him, he moved back over to where Cleo was hanging.
He brought the candle up close to her face. "See this? See it, Bitch? This is what I'm going to take your cunt fuzz off with. It'll be as good as a shave. I'm going to set your bush on fire. For once in your life, you're going to be hot enough around your sloppy twat, just the way you like it best. It's gonna feel better than any cock you ever had."
Quickly, Seth grabbed a lock of Cleo's pubic hair between his fingers.
She bit her lips, still determined not to cry out as he pulled the bunch of hair out as far as he could.
He looked at her pubes in the light of the candle.
"Christ, you got stiff, wiry hair down there. I thought it was awful scratchy the other night. That stuff of yours is scratchier than a beard. Well, Cleo, you sweet whore you, I'm just going to fix that for you right now. You're going to be smooth as a little baby girl when I burn all this hairy shit away from you."
Cleo could hardly believe what was happening. She had been hoping that Seth had only been trying to frighten her, that he did not really intend to hurt her.
But now she could feel the heat of the candle flame near her crotch.
Seth touched the tip of the flame to the lock of hair he was holding. As the acrid smell of burning hair reached her nostrils, Cleo screamed.
Then she fainted.
Chapter Eleven
When Cleo awoke, she was lying on her back. For a moment, she had no idea where she was. Then, the odor of urine hit her, and she remembered.
She opened her eyes. Seth stood at her feet.
"What happened?" she stammered.
"You fainted, you dumb bitch! That's what happened."
Cleo tried to rise. Like lightning, Seth sprang forward and pushed her down.
"Don't move! Don't try to get away! I'm not finished with you."
"You were going to burn me. Did you do that?"
"Naw. What the hell? That's no fun when you're passed out. You should have seen what a couple of other guys and I did to a woman in Viet Nam. We strung her up between two poles and struck a match to her cunt hair. Only we splashed gas on it first. You should have heard her scream."
"What happened to her?" Cleo asked in horrified fascination.
"Nothing much. We doused the flames before she got burned too bad. She was so grateful that she gave each of us one hell of a fuck. Speaking of that, how about a fuck?"
For the first time, Cleo became aware that Seth was naked.
He knelt between her legs now, his prick soaring to its full ten inches.
Cleo was so thankful that he had stopped beating her, had untied her, and let her lie down, that she was ready to do anything he suggested, even fuck him.
Seeing Seth's pendulous cock and low-hanging balls brought back the memory of how good their past sexual pleasure had been.
Cleo raised her knees and spread her legs wide in open invitation.
With a satisfied grunt, he moved forward.
Cleo could tell he was in no mood to bother with foreplay of any sort. She braced herself for a raping.
Holding his prick, Seth probed it against the gaping slit.
The look in his eyes told Cleo that he intended to show her no consideration. He was intent on getting in, getting his rocks emptied, and pulling out. Whether she came or not was of no concern to him.
Cleo felt a momentary stab of pain as the man shoved his big prick into her cunt. Then there was only the satisfying warmth of being filled with throbbing male flesh. She was careful not to let her face betray the pleasure she was experiencing. Something told her that it was vital that she let Seth keep thinking he was hurting her and subjecting her to the deepest humiliation.
Cleo grimaced, pretending that her guts were writhing in pain.
"Good, good," moaned Seth. "I'm ripping your cunt out, you useless whore! I'm reaming this prick of mine into you and ripping you to pieces."
Seth plunged his ten inches of thick meat deep into Cleo's twat.
She felt his huge balls slap against her body. The walls of her pussy trembled with pleasure as the stiff shaft slid between her sensitive cuntlips.
Cleo arched her back, throwing her head back, ready for any cockwhipping Seth chose to give her.
"I'm hurting you! Yeah, hurting you bad!" Seth yelled as he fucked into her.
Cleo could scarcely answer; she was enjoying the sensation of the hot cockflesh being shoved into her cunt. Her pussy was tingling with pleasure. She found herself praying that he would increase his speed, rub his steel pole in and out of her even more roughly. The chafing was all part of the pleasure.
"Tell me. Tell me how much this is hurting your cunt!"
"Oh, yes, yes, you're hurting me!" Cleo replied, trying to make her voice sound convincingly fearful. "Stop, stop! Oh, God, please stop!"
"No, not now. I'm not going to stop till I burn your cunt with my hot cum. You're going to take it all up your squirming twat, and you're going to like it."
Cleo's clit was on fire. The feelings of passion, like lightning, rushed through her body, stirred and heightened by the huge prick scraping in and out of her cunt.
Cleo felt at this moment as if she could hold a prick twice the size and girth of Seth's. Her cunt gaped wide, eager for hot male meat. She wanted to tell the passion-shaken man to double up his fist and shove it in beside his stiff prick.
Her twat hungered to be full. She was leaking hot juice, bathing Seth's cock with her musky cunt liquid. At the rate she was going, Cleo thought she might come before he did.
"You like this, don't you?" Seth said, his tone betraying his surprise.
"Yes, fuck yes! Screw my cunt! Harder, harder! Nail me to the floor!" Cleo screamed.
"Shit, yes, I'll nail you down, you bitch!" Seth fucked into her harder, ramming his prick in the full length and then jerking it out again until only the throbbing head was still encircled by her cuntlips. Faster and faster he fucked, Cleo's hips arching off the mattress to meet his onslaught.
Their breathing became more ragged as they gasped for air, plunging toward a mutual explosion.
Cleo's long legs flailed the air on either side of Seth's body. Her body was controlled by her unbridled passion. All her energy was concentrated on the flames becoming hotter and hotter in her pussy.
"Jesus, Jesus, you are so fucking good! You fill me up so good. Give me all of it, you beautiful fucker you! I want it all, all the white sex syrup you got stored up in these big balls of yours! Give, give, give!"
"Fuck, bitch! It's all yours! Every drop is going right up your hot-fuck cunt! Take it, take it, you whore-ass cunt! Take it all!"
Flexing his thighs and pushing forward once more, Seth buried his pulsating cock to the hilt inside Cleo's grasping cunt. Like a hungry mouth, the superheated pussy sucked at his heavy prick, seeking to drag all the hot cum out of it.
"God, God, God, so good, so fucking good! I can feel you all the way up inside me, pushing into my belly! Up, up, deep up. Push till it comes out my mouth! I want to suck cock at the same time you fuck me!"
Cleo's arms flew around the man's neck. She pulled his face down to hers and planted a hot, wet kiss hard on his lips.
Their mouths sucked at each other, their tongues dueling wildly, the spit flowing freely between them.
Cleo's long nails dug into Seth's broad back. She was a rutting tigress, determined to take all the cum that he had to offer her. All thought of being raped was gone.
Now, Cleo was the rapist, wallowing in the man's body for her own satisfaction, using him up as if he had been created for her personal fulfillment.
The hot sex juice came gushing out of her cunt, drenching and drowning Seth's rigid prick in sticky fluid. He could feel his cock soaking in the woman's cum. The hot liquid leaked out around his prick and soaked their thighs.
Seth fucked in and out, rolling his cock in the wetness of Cleo's twat, his ears filled with her passionate screams.
Then it was his turn. Cleo felt the big prick go rigid.
Seth began to unload.
"Take it, bitch! Take it all! Milk me dry! Here it comes!"
Cleo could feel the hot jazz jetting far up into her willing cunt. She knew the man was planting a huge load into her, filling her up with his hot jism. He came with such force that she thought for a second that she could taste his cum, that it had squirted clear up into her mouth. She wished it had.
She was hungry for the taste of a man's juice. She dreamed that she was sucking another man's prick at the same time as Seth was fucking her. Maybe it was his father's cock. Maybe it was her son's. But she knew it could be anyone's prick, just so long as she had a thick slab of hot meat to chew on while Seth came in her pussy.
Finally, he was spent.
Seth collapsed onto Cleo's body, his head lolling beside her own. He was heavy on her, almost as though he were dead.
Cleo knew she had given him the fuck of his life. She smiled. He had started out to rape her and had ended up being raped himself. His cum and his cock were hers. Her powerful cunt-muscles had sucked the jism right out of his balls.
Chapter Twelve
Even though he lay heaving and helpless now, Cleo knew there had to be some way to get the upperhand. There must be some sort of method by which she could turn the game around to her advantage.
Perhaps she should simply tell Ray that she and his son had been sex partners, telling him how Seth had blackmailed her into fucking with him tonight. But that was taking a terrible chance.
The chances were better than even that Ray would be so angry with her for fucking with Seth in the first place that she would probably be fired on the spot. That would lose her any advantage she had gained with Ray as her employer. Besides that, she would lose him as a lover.
The older man knew how to mouth a woman's twat, how to bring her to the heights of sexual passion with his educated tongue. There was no end to what the two of them could do together. They had every opportunity, as long as Cleo was working as Ray's secretary. It would all be destroyed if she told him about what had happened with Seth, and she didn't want to take the chance.
There had to be another way, but she simply could not think of it now with Seth sprawled over her body.
She was still a little frightened of him, she realized now that her passions were beginning to cool back to normal. #
The young man was unbalanced. There was no doubt of that. He would surely approach her again, demanding that she fuck him.
Seth began to stir. His deflating prick was still buried deep inside Cleo's cunt.
"Christ, you are a real lay. You know that?"
"I do all right."
"My father knows a good fuck when he sees one, I'll say that for him. It's no wonder he set things up so he could eat your twat tonight. He hasn't fucked you yet, has he?"
"No, he hasn't.""
"Christ, I sure would like to be there to see it when he does fuck you."
"You mean be there to spy on your own father?"
"Sure. Just like tonight. What's wrong with wanting to do that? It'd be sexy."
"I don't know. It just seems wrong, like incest."
"What's wrong with incest? There's nothing gets me off like watching a brother and sister go to it. We used to do that all the time in Nam. Whenever we took a village, we used to find out who was part of the same family. Then a bunch of us would get together and make them fuck with each other while the rest looked on."
"But what if they didn't want to do that?"
"They always did it. We told them we'd kill them if they didn't. I remember one time we made an old man screw his granddaughter, while his wife and daughter, the kid's mother, watched. The old guy was pretty shook up, I guess. Right in the middle of fucking the kid, he had a heart attack or something. Hey, it must be late. We better get dressed and get the fuck out of here. You have to go to work tomorrow, don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"Then you better get some sleep so you're fresh in the morning. The old man'll probably want to fuck you as soon as you get to the office. God knows, he doesn't get pussy at home."
"He doesn't?"
"Naw, Mother dried up years ago. They sleep in separate rooms."
"Poor Ray," Cleo sighed.
"Poor Ray, hell. He's always ahead of any game. Years ago, he started cultivating his little playmates. There's always been some whore for him to dump his load in. You don't need to think you're the first."
"If you knew all these years that Ray was playing around behind your mother's back, why did you wait until now to blackmail him? Or have you tried it before?"
"Naw. This is the first time. For one thing, I never caught him in the act before." Seth paused a moment. "There's something else too."
"What's that?"
"Well, before I was in the Army, I used to have all these big ideas about what I was going to do, you know, maybe be a doctor or something like that. Now, I don't need to be anything. All I need is enough income to get by on, and with what I got on the old man now, I got that. I'm going to spend my life just fucking from now on. Doesn't that sound great?"
"Yes, I suppose it does," Gleo said quietly.
Chapter Thirteen
Early in the day, Marna began to realize that she might have been better off staying home from school.
She found it impossible to concentrate on anything any of her teachers said. She was much too busy thinking about what would happen after school was out.
Mark had shown her in the bathtub what a really great fucker he could be. She could hardly wait for another round with him. The idea of Seth Scott watching them made the excitement and anticipation almost unbearable.
Marna had to figure out a way to get him to take part. That should not be too hard, she decided. Once her brother and she were stripped and doing exciting things to one another, the sight would surely arouse Seth to the point where he would strip and take part whether they said anything or not.
"Marna! Marna Thompson! I asked you a question," Miss Peters said, the math teacher.
"What? Oh, yes. Oh, I'm sorry, Ma'am."
"What's the matter with you today anyway? Don't you feel well?"
"Oh, yeah, that's it. No, I don't feel well."
"What's the matter?"
"My stomach, and I think I got a fever." Marna clutched her stomach as though she were suffering from at least appendicitis.
"Well, you had better go home. It's only a little after noon. Will there be someone there to look after you?"
"No, Ma'am. My mother works."
"Well, your brother goes to school here, doesn't he?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Mark's here."
"Come with me. We'll just go to the principal and see to it that you and Mark are both excused. That way he can see to it that you're looked after."
As she and Miss Peters walked down the hall to the principal's office, Marna could hardly believe her good fortune. Not only was she going to get out of school for the rest of the day, but so was Mark. The two of them could go home and ball each other for hours.
Now, if they could just get hold of Seth and tell him to come over right away instead of waiting until after school, they would be set for a perfect afternoon of wild sex. They would not even have to find somewhere else to go, like the dank old bathhouse. Instead, the three of them could get it on right there at home. Her mother would never know the difference. They would have the whole place put back in order before she came home from work. - 0
"Marna," Mark said as they left the school. "Are you really sick? You look okay to me."
"Of course, I'm okay. I just put on a little act. Miss Peters gave me the idea, even though she didn't know she was doing it."
"Wow! You mean to say we can fuck all afternoon?"
"We can as far as I'm concerned. I'll try to call Seth as soon as we get home."
"I got a better idea, Sis. Why don't the two of us make it first? I want to fuck you all alone before that guy gets there and starts telling us what to do."
"Okay with me. Like you said, we got all afternoon. Sure you won't get too worn out if we fuck alone and then once or twice when Seth gets there?" -
"Shit, you got to be kissing! I'm so fucking ripe and so fucking hot that I could go on from now to breakfast and still have a load to squirt on my pancakes."
"I love the way you talk," Marna giggled. "Imagine-eating cum on pancakes!"
As soon as they got home, they put their books down on the hall table.
"Well," Marna said. "Where do you want to fuck this time? In the bathtub again?"
"Naw. All that water's such a mess to clean up. I was afraid we wouldn't get it all mopped up before Mom got home last night."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Want to go up on my bed?"
"Sure. That's fine. Let's go."
They bounded up the steps and into Mama's room.
Mark jumped onto the single bed and lay on his back.
"What the hell are you up to? We can't fuck with our clothes on," Marna yelled.
"Come on. Let's make out a little bit before we strip. It'll get us hotter."
Marna threw herself on top of her brother. They wrestled back and forth, Mark grabbing Mama's youthful tits.
After a moment, he pinned his sister under his hard body and began kneading her firm tits with both hands.
"You like that? You like the way that feels, you little bitch?"
"Ohhhh, not so hard! That hurts. Mmmmm, that's more like it. Just play with my tits nice and easy. That's the way."
"Your tits sure feel nice, Marna. They're so soft and spongy. I like playing with them like this."
"I bet you'd like to play with some really big ones though, wouldn't you? Some big, floppy ones like Mom's?"
"Yeah, maybe I would."
"I wonder if Mom would let you do that."
"Hay with her tits? Of course not."
"I don't see why not. She likes men to do that."
"How do you know that?"
"All women like it, silly. Everyone knows that."
"She sure wouldn't let me do that. Hell, I'm her own son."
"You're my own brother, and I'm letting you do it right now."
"That ain't all I'm going to do to you either."
"I know," Marna giggled.
Without warning, she made a grab for Mark's crotch. She felt the big lump of his cock and balls through the fabric of his jeans and squeezed hard.
Mark let out a yelp, squirming to get away.
"Goddamn it, that hurts, you little bitch!"
Marna giggled again. "It's supposed to, dummy! I meant it to hurt."
"If you twist the fucker off, I won't be able to fuck you. You don't want that, do you?"
"Don't be silly. I won't twist it off," Marna yelled, squeezing harder.
Mark writhed around, his face contorted with pain. He tried to get off the bed, to get away from his sister and her viselike hand.
Marna wrapped an arm around his neck, and struggle as he might, Mark could not get away.
In self-defense, he grabbed her small tits again.
He smashed them in his hands, kneading and pinching the flesh until Marna was afraid he was going to twist them right off her body.
She bit her lips, determined not to cry out with pain. She continued to squeeze his balls and cock.
"Jesus Christ, Marna! You're shoving my balls clear up into my belly! Cut it out, or I'll be sore for a week."
"Tough-fucking shit, man! Can't take it, can you? Your little sister's too rough for you. Some big man!"
"Come on, Marna, cut it out, please? I want to fuck not fight."
The girl stopped squeezing Mark's balls.
"Oh, all right. I just wanted to see how much you could take, that's all. You're no fun at all."
"Don't say things like that until after we fuck. Shit, all I wanted to do was keep you from bruising my cock so bad I couldn't shove it into you."
"Yeah, well you know I wouldn't want anything to get in the way of that."
"I promise you, if you clamp down on my prick with your cunt as hard as you did with your hand, I won't complain, not at all."
"Let's just see about that, shall we?"
Marna pulled Mark's shirt-tails out of his pants. Then she ran her cool hands up under his shirt along the deeply indented ridge of his backbone.
Mark started to unbutton his shirt.
"No, wait. Let me do that," Marna said. "Let me be the leader this time. Pretend you're a male whore or something like that, and I've bought you for the night."
"Yes, lady. Do you want me to lick your ass? I got a nice soft tongue."
"Later maybe. Right now, I want to strip you down to the skin, real slow. Just lie back while I undo your shirt."
Mark was intrigued by the new game Marna had invented. The idea of his sister being the aggressor was exciting. She would be calling the shots. She would be the strong one this time. Whatever paths Marna wanted to lead them down were hers to choose.
Marna finished unbuttoning her brother's shirt and pushed it back to expose his broad, hairless chest. She stared at his nipples and thought what strange little buds they were compared to her own or the huge ones of her mother's. Still, there was something beautiful about them.
Marna traced a fingertip over one of them.
Mark shivered.
"Does that feel good?" Marna asked.
"Yeah, it kind of tickles and feels warm at the same time."
"That's sort of how my tits feel when you do that to me. I didn't know men got a reaction like that. Look, now it's standing up hard just the way my nipples do."
Marna let her hand stray over to Mark's other nipple. She pinched it gently between two fingers, and her brother crooned with pleasure. Suddenly, Marna sucked his nipple.
Mark let out a shout of surprise and pleasure as his sister's lips closed over his nipple. He writhed on the bed as her tongue whipped back and forth over the sensitive pink bud.
"My God," he yelled. "I'm on fire. You're setting me on fire. Oh, oh fuck, that feels so gooood!"
Marna lapped harder, licking her tongue greedily over the surface of her brother's nipple. Slowly, enjoying the salty flavor of his flesh, she moved her mouth across his broad chest to the other nipple, already erect under the workings of her fingers. She sucked it into her wet mouth, opening her lips wide and seeking to get as much of the hot, smooth flesh inside as she could.
"Ohhhh, God, Marna, that feels so fucking good. I love it, love it! Keep on forever."
But Marna had other plans for her slave. As she continued to suck and lick his nipple, her hand traced its way down his chest until it reached Mark's navel. She put her fingertip into it in a tiny fucking motion. As she swirled her finger around, Mark began to groan once more, excited now by the feel of Mama's probing finger into his belly button.
Never stopping her sucking and tonguing of his erect nipple, Marna moved her hand slowly toward what she knew was concealed in Mark's tight pants.
She moved her fingers tantalizingly over the smooth flesh, moving closer to the hot, already rigid cock.
Finally, her fingers closed over the jerking tube of flesh. She wiggled them around, trying to make more room for her hand in Mark's tight jeans.
Mark moaned as his sister touched his prick.
"You like that, don't you?" Marna said, lifting her mouth from the sensitive nipple.
"Yes, oh, yes! I like it so fucking much."
She opened the belt buckle. Finding the zipper slide, she eased it down, her eyes wide as more and more of Mark's cock was revealed. The pubic bush came into view.
Marna paused a moment to run her eager fingers through its curls.
"What are you doing now?" Mark asked, impatient for his sister to really start working on his throbbing prick.
"Just combing your hair a little bit. It's so nice and soft. It's a lot softer than Seth's hair is. He's like a wire brush."
"Well, forget about Seth for a while, and let's concentrate on me. I'm hot to pop my nuts."
"Okay, I'm getting to it. Lift your ass so I can slip these pants off you."
Arching his hips high, he allowed Marna to pull down his tight jeans, grinning with pleasure as his eight-inch cock sprang free, slapping up against his belly. His cock was large and inflated, completely ready for action. A drop of clear preseminal fluid oozed from the cock-slit.
Then, the obstacles of his clothes cleared away, Mark was eager to see what Marna would do next.
Starting at his ankles, she began running her palms slowly upward, taking plenty of time to cover every inch of her brother's smooth flesh as she moved steadily up his legs.
"Hmmm, that feels good, exciting, sort of," Mark mumbled. "It's almost like a breeze, a sexy breeze. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Marna replied, almost too busy with what she was doing to answer.
When she reached Mark's thighs, she saw Mark's hard prick jerk with excited pleasure.
Marna knew that by the time she reached his cock, he was going to be so turned on that all she would have to do was breathe on his cock and he would come. She was playing an elaborate game, performing an experiment. She was finding out how long a male could be stimulated before he was forced to beg for fulfillment. Now, she didn't care how she got Mark off. She was deriving so much pleasure just from playing with Mark like a musical instrument that she could feel her cunt leaking with her excited sex juices. /
"Aren't you going to strip and join me?" Mark asked.
"Not just yet, Mark. What I want to do now is get you as hot as you can possibly get. I want you so hot that the cum comes boiling out of you."
"Seeing you naked would get me hotter than I already am."
"In that case, I'll strip right now."
Marna jumped up and began to rip off her clothes. Then she stopped.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, really. I just thought it might heat your rocks up a little more if I did a striptease for you."
"Shit, Marna, I'm so fucking hot right now, I'm ready to pop my load."
Marna turned abruptly and left the room.
"Where the hell are you going now?" Mark yelled.
"To call Seth. It's starting to get late. We better get him over here. I'll call him."
"Look, if you don't hurry back, I'm going to jack off."
"Don't you dare!"
"Sis, I got to come so bad, my nuts ache! Have a little mercy on me."
"Look," Marna said, sticking her head back into the bedroom. "When I get back, I'll blow you. Is that good enough for you?"
"Shit, yes! And it won't take more than three or four sucks either."
When Mama returned a few minutes later, Mark was just as she had left him-his prick throbbing hard and standing up straight as a telephone pole.
"Did you get hold of Seth?"
"Yeah, and he's on his way over. I told him to come right up to the bedroom."
"Come on, hurry up and blow my wad before he gets here. That way I'll be ready to shoot another load up your twat by the time he gets here to watch."
"Christ, Mark, you nag like an old woman."
"Just shut up and suck my cock, whore!"
Marna knelt beside the bed and lowered her head to Mark's groin. She inhaled deeply, her head spinning at the sexy odor of young cockflesh and dried piss. She flicked out her tongue and ran it lightly over the reddish tip.
Mark's prick jerked with excitement.
"Don't just tickle it, suck it! Suck it hard! I want to come big! It ain't going to take much! Just suck my cock!"
Marna opened her mouth wide and pushed her head down over her brother's eight-inch cock. The blunt head hit the back of her mouth, and she nearly gagged, then she swallowed the shaft into her slippery gullet.
Mark moaned with passion, his groin on fire from what his sister was doing to him. He was so hot, had such a short fuse, that the very action of his cock being shoved into his sister's throat was enough to pull him off.
"Oh Christ! Feels so good! So fucking good! So hot, so wet! Milk the fucking shit out of my balls, baby! Now, take it all right now!"
He arched his trim ass high off the bed, forcing his prick all the way down Mama's throat. She fluttered her throat muscles, caressing the full length of her brother's long, pulsing prick.
With a loud yell, Mark shot, his whole body trembling with passion.
"Agggghhhh! Oh, oh God, Christ Jesus! Agggghhh, I'm commming, I'm shit fuckin' commmminggggg! Take it, you bitch! Drink up my cum!"
Marna suctioned the hot, acrid spurts of sperm greedily, striving to get every drop that came pumping out of her brother's hard prick.
Mark kept jetting out stream after hot stream and splattering it down Mama's milking throat. She kept his dick buried in her gullet long after Mark had finished, still sucking it, hoping to coax out the last drops of the white starch she loved.
"Well, I see you two couldn't wait till I got here," said a voice from the doorway.
Marna was startled. She pulled her head up quickly enough to bruise her throat and Mark's prick.
"Seth, it's you!"
"Who were you expecting-Jesus Christ? Of course it's me. Why didn't you wait for me?"
"Aw, relax, Seth," Mark said. "That was just my first cream. I got plenty more where that came from. My nuts are so churned up right now, I could keep coming all night long."
Chapter Fourteen
Slowly and seductively, Mama began removing her clothing, treating both males to the striptease she had promised her brother earlier. Undulating her firm, young body, she carefully stripped off the tight sweater, moving it upward inch by inch, revealing more and more of her creamy torso. Just before her tits came into view, she decided to let
Mark and Seth wait a bit longer before she showed them her twin beauties.
She slipped off her shoes, then reached up under her skirt. Lifting it, she hooked her fingers under the elastic of her pantyhose and pulled them down.
Until now, the males had watched in quiet appreciation. Now, Mark could resist speaking no longer.
"God, Marna, I love your body."
"Hmmm, you say the sweetest things, Brother," Marna said.
"You really are trim," Seth said. "That's what makes you such a hot little fuck. You know how to move it around and you got the muscles to do it."
"So do both you guys. We make a pretty good trio, I guess."
"Cut out the talk and get the rest of your rags off. Let's have some action."
Marna peeled her pantyhose down her long legs and threw them on the floor.
"Now," she purred. "Who wants to tell me what to take off next. All I got on is this little skirt and my sweater. That's all that's standing between us."
"Cut the crap and finish stripping," Mark ordered. "I'm about ready to go again."
'Well, you're romantic, I must say. I just sucked you off five minutes ago, and now you're ready. Christ, you've got the hottest balls in town."
"His aren't any hotter than mine," Seth broke in. "Get your shirt off. I want to see you two fuck."
"Mark and I were talking about something even better than that. Weren't we, Mark?"
"What's that?"
"You know. What were we talking about last night?"
"Oh, you mean one up the front and one up the rear?" Mark asked.
"Hey," Seth said. "You think you can take cock up your ass, Marna? Most girls are scared of that. They think it'll hurt them."
"I don't know if I can take it, but I'd sure as hell like to try, especially when I got two guys as good as you. I'd be a fool not to give it a chance." "You ever done it, Seth?" Mark asked. "Not since I got home from Nam. We used to do it to women we'd catch there. Man, that was really something. Those little Oriental cunts and assholes. Christ, sometimes you could even feel the other guy's cock inside there when you got in. It was a real kick. Boy, some of those little bitches really screamed."
"If I scream, you've got to promise to stop."
"Maybe we will and maybe we won't. That's the chance you take. Right; Mark?"
"Right," Mark laughed. "Come on, Marna, get your shit off so we can try this out. Who gets the asshole?"
"You better take it. You're smaller."
"Not by that much," Mark said defensively.
"Take it easy, Man. You're only fifteen." Marna peeled off her sweater and undid her skirt, too excited to bother with the striptease any longer. Naked, she jumped up. on the bed, crouching at Mark's feet.
"Come on, Seth. Aren't you going to strip?" Seth ripped off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor. In seconds, the older man stood before the two teenagers in all his naked glory.
"Christ," Marna breathed, her eyes glittering with lust. "You are some sexy man."
"Thanks, bitch," Seth answered, pulling his prick, coaxing it to full hardness.
"Come on and tell me how to do this," Mark said, getting up to kneel behind his sister.
The boy moved his hard prick over Mama's smooth ass, making the girl shiver with anticipation and fear.
Mama's heart was pounding at the idea of being so completely full of rigid, living cockflesh. She could think of nothing else but being sandwiched by Seth and her brother, feeling their flesh rubbing her flesh, thrilling to their hands manipulating her body for their own lustful pleasure.
She wanted to be used, to be degraded, to be stretched open wide from back to front. The two cocks sliding around in her guts excited the girl beyond measure.
Seth came over to the side of the bed. He crouched down and began running his fingers over Mama's silky ass-flesh.
"Just relax, baby. Just relax so it can happen. You got anything to grease yourself with?"
"What do you mean, grease ourselves?" Mark asked.
"You know, like Vaseline. You need something to help your cock slide in. An asshole's a lot tighter than a cunt, at least the first time you pop it."
"Yeah," Marna said. "There's some in the medicine cabinet. I'll go get it."
She ran to the bathroom and returned in a moment with the small jar of jelly.
Seth opened it and poked his finger in, picking up a big blob of the stuff.
"Now I'm gonna shove my finger up your ass and spread this stuff around. Mark, smear a bunch of it on your cock. Get it all over the shaft. That's the way. Christ, you got a nice big prick for a kid your age. Okay, Marna, here comes my finger. Tell me if it hurts."
Seth's finger poked against the tiny asshole. The muscles held tight.
"Come on. Relax, damn it! Do you want me to rape your ass with my finger. Ah, that's more like it."
His finger started to disappear up Mama's tight little asshole. He worked it in, wiggling it from side to side to make sure he was spreading the jelly everywhere along the shit path.
Mama winced at the pain. She was sure that the pain would subside, just as the first time Seth poked his big prick into her virgin cunt.
"Christ, that's a nice tight little hole. I envy you, Mark."
"You can have it first, if you really want it."
"Naw, I broke her other cherry. You're entitled to at least some of your sister's virginity. Christ, there's nothing turns me on like brothers and sisters fucking each other. There, that ought to do it. How about it, Mark? You pretty well greased up?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm so fucking hot again, I feel like I'm going to blow my nuts before I even get in there."
"You goddamn better not," Marna said. "I want that cream up my ass and nowhere else."
"You heard the lady, Mark. Better concentrate on not coming until she gives the order."
Marna crouched at the foot of the bed, her ass pointing toward Mark. He knelt behind her, bringing his hard cock up against the crack in her trim ass. He probed around until he found what he was looking for-her tiny, rose-colored asshole.
"Okay, you're on it," Seth said. "Now just ease it on in. Just push easy so you don't hurt her too bad all at once."
Mark pushed forward clumsily. Nothing happened. He pushed again.
"Jesus, this is like trying to screw a brick wall!" Mark grumbled.
"Come on, Marna-baby, come on now. You got to relax. Open up your ass and let your brother inside."
Seth stroked the crouching girl's ass-cheeks, massaging them gently in hopes of exciting her and taking her mind off her fear of being injured.
"I want to, but I don't know how!"
"Okay, tell you what. Mark, you just keep your prick right there at the gateway. Keep pushing gently, easy. Don't force it at all. Just be ready to let her take you inside. Marna, bear down. Pretend you're crouched down like that to take a shit. Push down, just like you were trying to get rid of a load."
Concentrating on her anal muscles, Marna tried doing as Seth told her. She did her best to expand and open her asshole. She wanted it to happen. She wanted her brother's hot eight inches up her tight rectum.
At the same time, the fear would not subside. Marna could feel the blunt head of Mark's greased prick nosing impatiently against her sensitive shithole, but she knew her asshole was too tight.
"What we gotta do is make you a little bit hotter. We gotta make you beg for it," Seth said.
He positioned himself on his knees at the foot of the bed. He was looking directly into Mama's fragrant, dripping cunt. Her knees were parted and, in her crouching position, the entire quivering slit was open to him.
"Mark, get her tits. Let's really turn this bitch on."
Seth ducked his head in between Mama's thighs and sniffed.
"Ah, there's nothing in the world better than the smell of good fresh cunt. I'm going to bury my whole head in there and eat you out so good you'll never forget it. You want that, baby? Tell me."
"Yeah, Seth, I want it."
"How bad do you want it?"
"Real bad. More than anything. Fuck, I want it! Want to feel your hot mouth on my fuck hole!"
"You want it bad enough to take your brother's prick up your ass?"
"Yes, yes, I want it that bad!"
"Then you're going to get it," Seth said.
Instantly, he buried his face in the girl's pussy, nosing and licking his way into it, lapping wildly at the trembling cuntlips, catching and savoring her hot juice and rubbing his face over her soft, hairless flesh.
"Oh yes, oh, Seth! That's the way! That's what I like! Oh, the feeling!"
Mark reached around Mama's body. His hands cupped her firm tits and started caressing them slowly and tantalizingly.
The girl was immediately out of her mind with passion. Having two men stimulate her and play with her at the same time was even better than she imagined it to be. She felt like a pagan goddess, worshipped by the males of her tribe.
As her brother's hands played over her tits, reaching and pressing her sensitive nipples, making them erect with passion, Seth thrust his tongue deeply into her cunt, sucking and licking at the soft inner flesh.
Marna moaned. Her body was aflame. The two men played her like a violin, bringing forth a moaning song of deep pleasure.
"Oh God! Eat me! Fuck me with your mouth! Feel my titties! You're making them itch. Oh, oh, so nice, so good!"
The girl's twat was leaking so much that Seth found himself sucking hard to get all her fluid into his mouth. He had seen women pour out less when they came. This teenager was really hot. He knew she was built for fucking, had seen that the first time he saw her. Now he had the chance for a double fuck with her and her sexy brother. It was perfect.
"Now, Marna!" he said, "Now bear down again and get Mark's prick up your butt!"
Marna pushed, opening her anal muscles. To her amazement, her brother's hot prick began to slide into her ass. It moved easily, lubricated with the slippery jelly. Then the pain became intense. Mark's cock-head had popped inside.
Once again, Seth looked up from the twat he was eating.
"How you doing?" he whispered.
"It hurts! Hurts bad!" Marna mumbled, sweat breaking out on her forehead.
"Hold up a minute, Mark. Just hold it right where you are. Don't pull back and don't push in. Let her get used to your cock. Her ass needs time to accept that big cock of yours."
Mark knelt on the bed, holding perfectly still except for his hands. They still played with Mama's creamy breasts.
Marna was panting, doing her best to fight down the pain in her ass.
"It'll go away, baby," Seth said. "Just be patient. It'll go away just like the pain in your cunt did the first time. Pretty soon all you'll feel is warm pleasure. Mark won't move until you give him the word. When you're ready, just tell him to go again. You're the boss."
Sweat poured down Mama's face and filmed her firm body. She felt as if a spear was being thrust up her ass, reaming her out and cutting her rectum to ribbons. At the same time, she felt pleasure as Seth went back to eating out her cunt and Mark continued playing with her tits.
Mark pushed the nipples inward, burying them in the fleshy tits and then letting them spring out again, fully erect. He ran his tongue over the back of his sister's neck and nipped lightly at her shoulders.
Seth's fingers played with her inner thighs as he thrust his tongue into her cunt.
Despite the pain, Mama's passion was circling up and up until the stabbing pain was only a memory, something she had left far behind her and lost somewhere in a sea of pleasure.
"Now," she whispered, "Now, Mark! Give me more!"
Slowly and deliberately, her brother pushed forward, easing more of his prick up Mama's ass, his flaring prickhead nosing its way up her slippery channel.
She was being fucked in places no one had ever reached before. Again and again, she caught her breath, as new sensations of pleasure coursed through her trembling body. She could feel more and more of Mark's hot meat sliding its way into her ass.
Mama wanted it all. She wanted to hug the whole length of the big cock inside her ass.
All at once, the girl knew that she could never get enough prick meat. She knew that she would spend her whole life from now on begging for it, always seeking more and bigger cocks to take.
She wanted a cock in her mouth, in her twat, her ass, her ears and every other hole she could stuff one into. She wanted to be fucked by men unmercifully for their pleasure and her own, ready to do anything, no matter how degrading", just for the privilege of having a prick rammed into her.
"Seth," she muttered. "Give me cock! Give me your hot prick up my cunt! I want it! I want your big cock!"
That was what Seth had been waiting to hear. He stood up, his prick just a little below the level of Mama's mouth. He held it out to her as an offering.
"Suck it first. Make it nice and wet and slippery for me."
Marna opened her mouth wide. She swallowed as much of the ten-inch prick as she could, gagging with her enthusiasm.
Letting his cock slip from her throat, she licked the shaft eagerly, exploring all the big twisting veins, eager to have the prick shoved into her twat for a good, satisfying fuck.
Seth brought his hands down to join Mark's in playing with the young girl's tits. If she had been excited before, the four hands running over her sensitive tit-flesh made Marna hotter than ever.
The feeling of being fucked enveloped her more completely than ever. Having two sexually aroused men working on her front and back was unbelievable. She wished there were even more men there, each with a huge, almost unbearably large prick, ready and waiting to ram into her.
Her tongue ran over the length of Seth's cock, wetting it and making it shine. Carefully, she caught the drops of clear fluid collecting at the deep little slit in the head and tasted them, savoring their musky flavor.
"Please Seth," she moaned. "Give me it now! Let me take it in my pussy. Please? I can't wait any more!"
"Isn't one cock enough?" Seth teased.
"No, no, not enough!" she answered, her voice ragged.
"How does it feel? Does it still hurt?"
Marna shook her head, too far gone with passion to talk any more.
"Is it in all the way? Is it clear up in your guts, digging into your belly?"
"Yeah," Mark answered for his sister. "It's in. Just now. I got it rammed in clear to the hilt!"
The boy was sweating now, just as hard as Marna was. His head was thrown back, and he was gasping for breath. His eyes were shut tight, as he concentrated all his thoughts on his cock and her ass.
"How does it feel, Mark?" Seth asked.
"Tight. Hot and tight and wonderful!"
"Good. Then pull it out."
"Pull it out?" Mark asked in surprise.
"Not all the way, just far enough so the shaft is free and the head is still inside."
Mark backed off slowly until only the flaring cocktip was still enclosed in her asshole. The cold air washed over his wet shaft.
Seth aimed his steely prick at Mama's gaping cunt. The girl groaned as she felt the flaming hot tip come in contact with her hungry cuntlips.
Seth pushed forward, sliding his flaring cock-head through the gateway and into the girl's super-heated cunt.
In the meantime, Mark began shoving into her ass once more.
"Oh, oh God! You two are filling me up with hot cock! I want it. I want to be stuffed full of it. Fuck me! Screw the shit out of me! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
The two males rammed their cocks into her willing body, Seth at the front and Mark at the back. They squeezed the girl tightly between them.
Marna felt like a long tube of flesh, stuffed with cock. She imagined the two spongy cockheads meeting inside her, rubbing each other to climax, while she helped by caressing them on all sides with her smooth, moist flesh.
The men found their rhythm, and the three bodies fucked together. The small room was filled with the odor of sweating bodies, and the air was alive with the sounds of moaning and labored breathing.
They moved back and forth, taking their cues from one another, the two studs fucking in and out of Mama's body.
The girl was momentarily insane with passion. All she knew was that her body was on fire, consumed with lust and passion stroked by the two big hunks of cockflesh that raked into her asshole and cunt.
"God, fuck harder! Fuck harder! Shit, fuck, make me come! Make me come," she moaned, her head tossing from side to side.
"Fuck yes! We'll make you come, you bloody whore! You're gonna come like you never did before and so are we. We're going to drown you with our hot sperm. We're going to screw the shit out of you, you bitch!"
The three sweat-soaked bodies slid against one another. Marna wanted it never to end. She longed for the wild fucking to go on forever. Nothing in her life had come close to the sensation of pleasure she received from being fucked up the butt and the twat at the same moment.
She knew she would be unhappy for the rest of her life unless she had two cocks stuffed into her all the time.
Now she was fulfilled, her passions being satisfied by two virile men. She resolved that from now on, she was going to see to it that Mark fucked her at least once every day, Seth too, if she could convince him to do it.
She wanted to suck their cocks, take them up her ass, and have them in her cunt. If she could not get them to fuck her enough to keep her satisfied, she would sneak out and buy herself a dildo. Then she could fuck it all the time if she liked. She might even shove it into her cunt before she went to school in the morning, keeping the delightful hardness in her all day long.
"I want to come, come, coooommmme!" she screamed.
Seth fought for breath. Spittle ran down his chin. Seth was as out of control with excitement as Marna and Mark.
"I'm screwing your ass, Marna! I'm screwing your fucking ass! I took your ass cherry, Sis. It's mine. I'm going in here again and again as often as I feel like it from now on. You understand that?"
"Yes, oh yes. Any time, all the time!" Marna groaned.
The three partners were nearing the absolute peak of sexual emotion. They could do nothing now to pull back, even if they had wanted to.
"Tell us when, Marna!" Seth gasped. "We won't shoot till you tell us to. We're all going to come at the same time, and you're going to call it. Tell us. Tell us how to do it!"
"Yeah, I'll tell you. I'll fucking tell you. It's not gonna be long now."
In a few more seconds, Marna suddenly went stiff. Her body was burning up. The ocean waves of passion crashed together. The time was now.
"Now, now. Come now!" she cried. "Commmming, I'm fucking commmminggggg. Agggghhhh, fucking, shitting commminggggg!"
As the sex juices squirted out of her, bathing and soaking Seth's thick cock, the man reached his own climax, jetting gallons of hot, sticky cum deep into her pussy.
"Agggghhhh, I'm there! I'm commmmingggg, coming too!" he yelled.
Marna could feel the hot sperm jetting into her cunt. The contractions of her ass muscles brought Mark to the brink and pushed him over. Forcing his cock as deeply into his sister's rectum as he could go, he climaxed.
"I'm coming! I'm filling your fuckin' ass with a gusher! Suck it in, bitch! Grab it up with your hot little buns! I'm commrnmingggg! Ahhhh, yeah!"
Again and again, Mark spurted streams of jazz up his sister's gripping ass. He had never had such a come. His big balls ached and throbbed from the effort. He felt as though he might never come again, as if every drop of boiling love juice was running out of his cock for all time to come.
The three of them were spent. The two males still had their semi-hard pricks buried deep in Mama's flesh. There was nothing anyone could do. They were too fucked out even to move.
Chapter Fifteen
"My God! Oh, my God!" screamed a choked voice.
Marna opened sweat-glazed eyes to see her mother standing in the door.
Mark pulled his prick out of his sister so fast that Marna thought he had taken part of her ass with it.
Marna screamed with pain as a result of her brother's panic. He dived for a blanket and threw it over his naked body, but not before his mother got a good look at his shit- and cum-stained prick.
Seth was so startled that he fell over backwards, tearing his cock out of Mama's cunt and ending up on his ass on the floor.
Cleo strode into the room.
"Well, this is a pretty sight, I must say. I'm not really sure how to react, to tell you the truth. Nothing like this ever crossed my mind. My old boyfriend fucking my daughter while her own brother, my son, screws her in the asshole. Worse yet, it's perfectly obvious this is no rape."
"No, Mom, it's no rape," Marna said, looking her mother straight in the eye.
Cleo slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up! I don't even want to hear your voice, you young slut!"
"It was my fault too, Mom," Mark spoke up.
"I know that, you fool. I'll take care of you later. The two of you get your clothes on and go down to the living room. Your friend here and I have some talking to do."
The two teenagers stumbled into their clothes and made a meek exit, closing the door behind them.
Cleo turned to Seth, a cruel smile on her face. "Well, well, it looks like the tables have turned around now, doesn't it?"
"What do you mean?" he stammered.
"I mean, your hold over me has just evaporated. One word of your story about you and me to your father, and I go straight to the police and tell them what I just saw. Mama's thirteen and Mark's fifteen. The police ought to find it all quite interesting."
"What makes you think they'd tell?"
"They're my kids. They'll tell. Besides, how long do you think it would take a good lawyer to get the story out of them? You could be put away for a good long time, maybe even in an insane asylum. That'd give you plenty of time to think about all those women you fucked in Viet Nam."
"Okay. I promise I'm never going to say a word to my father. Now can I just get out of here?"
Cleo laughed. "Did you think that was all I wanted?"
"What else?"
"You, you stupid ape. You may have thought you were raping me yesterday, but I discovered I loved every second of it. What I want from you is rough fucking, and I want it whenever I say so."
"That's no punishment. I'll love it."
"We'll both love it."
"Let me get this straight. You intend to keep on fucking with me and my father both?"
"Yeah. Let's just say I'm a woman who needs a lot of cock to keep her purring right."
"But what about the kids? Aren't you upset about my coming around when they're here, especially after what happened today?"
"Look, Seth, you can do anything with my kids you want to, just so you don't hurt them. If they enjoy your cock as much as I do, that's great."
"I should tell you that they're getting pretty involved with each other. They fuck every chance they get, from what they say."
"So what? It keeps them off the streets. I was raised in the mountains, Seth. Before I was Mama's age, I was getting it on from all three of my brothers. It didn't hurt me at all. In fact, it got all those fucked-up ideas about sex being sacred out of my head before they could mess up my life. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind getting it from Mark myself. He's developing quite a prick."
"Yeah, he sure is. Listen, how often do you think you're going to want me for fucking?"
"As often as I can get you, starting right now," Cleo said, already unbuttoning her dress.
"Great. Shall I call the kids to come up and join us?"
