The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation's finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs.
And what of the facade of righteousness and puritan morality practiced in the American Midwest?
What really goes on behind those freshly painted doors? Is depravity an exclusive right of the ghetto-dweller, as many of the more fortunate would like to think?
The serious and shocking story of one young girl and how she helps to bring down the wall of hypocrisy surrounding her strait-laced, church-going family.
DAUGHTER LEARNS HOW-a novel that goes beyond the facade and into the reality of today's world.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Vera's cunt clenched, spewing more fuck juice against the already-soaked crotch bands of her Sunday best panty hose and of her lacy blue panties, as she watched her brother glance furtively all around before he sneaked into the granary. Even at this distance, across the barnyard, Vera could see that Andrew carried the latest copy of the sales catalog from a mail-order company.
Andy's secretiveness excited Vera. Her tits tingled. Her pussy twitched.
What kind of solitary games-sinfulness--was her brother planning?
And on Sunday, right after church, at that?
Vera Kerr made a quick survey of the farmyard, and the public roadway in front of the farm, to make sure no one else was in sight to witness her movements. She, too, headed toward that granary. Both of their parents were nodding and napping over the Sunday edition of the daily newspaper, after their usual hearty after-church dinner. She could follow unobserved to spy on Andy.
Her heartbeat drummed in her ears. Her breaths came faster. Her left hand raised to clutch and squeeze the small schoolgirl mound of her left tit within the frilly bodice of her blue dress. In habitual masturbation, she massaged the sensitive nerves of her yearning tit, through the taut thickness of the confining bra. Familiar lightning flashed through her tits, zipping downward to intensify the fires of passion aching in her belly. She knew exactly where to locate the delicate center nib of her nipple. She pinched and pulled. Sparks soared upward to sear her brain.
From long-ingrained habit, the fingers of her right hand poked the flowing skirt of her Sunday dress, and the ruffled slips underneath, back between her thighs. She deftly stroked the all-powerful control switch of her clit. Every petting pressure triggered more internal spasms.
Even while she walked, her flanks jerked forward, dry-fucking her rubbing hand. Trickles of fuck juice ran down her legs. The sheer knit of her panty hose clung itchingly wet to the tender skin of her inner thighs.
Vera had been cursed with this sinful lack of control of her feverish lusts ever since her tits had ballooned, and now curly fur bushed on her pussy. Such evil eroticism was so contradictory to the high moral standards of the Kerr family. Her parents were puritanical and strict. All her relatives were saintly. They all belonged to the same church.
She feared there was something wrong with her glands or her hormones or something. She seemed to be in heat all the time.
Growing up observing the mating habits of farm animals, she knew that a cow or a bitch dog rutted only during breeding season, to produce babies. Then, for a while, in heat, any female went crazy. No matter how docile an old milk cow was at other times, the bossie in heat acted wild and reckless, hunting a bull. She jumped fences, if necessary, to get to a snorting brute with a good stiff cock to fuck her.
In spite of all Vera's good intentions to behave herself and remain innocent, a nice girl, compulsive demands deep within her cunt burned day and night. She could not ease the agony. She even experimented with many different ways of hand-fucking herself. She seemed destined to destroy her soul with carnal sins.
During church services, she had not listened to a word of the sermon. How could she, when her, brawny cousin, Leon Snyder, had come in and sat down in the pew behind her, somewhat to her left?
Vera had had the hots for that hunk ever since he grew tall, with coarsening facial features, broadening shoulders, and such big hands. She had heard that the size of a guy's fingers indicated the size of his cock.
At school, Cousin Leon always had a prominent bulge in the crotch of his snug blue jeans. She had often tried to picture just what his huge prick and massive balls must look like, nestled in the snarled brush between his legs.
She really did not know that much about the changes puberty brought in boys. She and Andy had seen each other naked at times. So she knew that guys had more to show than gals.
But she was afraid to mess around with any school friend old enough to get hard-ons. Every hard-on was potent. Her mother had warned her often enough that most young bucks were after only one thing. She never would allow any randy stud to fuck his stiff cock into her cunt. She did not want any baby-seed spurting from his balls into her womb.
She knew for a fact that only one shuddering and panting hump of a bull on the backbone of a cow produced a calf the next spring. Despite all the maddening cravings within her pussy, she knew she must remain virginal, and avoid getting knocked up.
Facing determinedly forward toward the pulpit, Vera rolled her eyes sideways to peer back over her left shoulder. Leon was slumped with his knees flung wide apart. Yes, even in church, the heap of his fucking equipment was plainly visible in the front of the trousers of his brown Sunday dress suit.
Her cunt lurched and quivered. More moisture trickled down her inner thighs, flooding the crack of her ass.
She wished she knew more about cocks. Fantasy scenes were difficult to visualize when one must only guess how cocks reacted.
What control did a fellow have over his erections? Could Leon make his prick get hard at will? Vera sometimes felt stupid about such things.
The way Leon was staring at the back of her head made her blush painfully hot. He ogled her hair-do, her neck, her shoulders.
Her tits tingled when she caught him peering at her armpit, trying to catch glimpses of the curve of the side of her tit.
Was that a movement she detected in the bulge in the crotch of his pants? Was he getting a hard-on, just from looking at the back of her?
Leon quickly clapped his knees together.
She thrilled to the idea that he was not fast enough to prevent her seeing the knob end of his prick jerk upward. She felt sure the cockhead was briefly outlined in the fabric of his trouser leg.
Vera's pussy contracted in tight spasms. Her tits burned with unendurable yearnings.
How could she stand to wait until after she got home-until after Sunday dinner-to play with her pussy and her tits?
She would then pretend that Leon was passionately petting her. And then maybe she would get to fondle his wonderful prick.
It was while searching out a place to carry out her masturbation fantasies about her cousin that she had spied her brother Andy scurrying toward the granary with a catalog under his arm. Her fantasies would have to wait until later. Her interest was piqued, and she had to follow him and find out what he was doing.
Why was Andy carrying a mail-order sales catalog?
She cautiously peeked around the door frame of the east grain bin, which she knew to be empty of wheat. Andy was not in there. She was surprised and disappointed.
Had she been mistaken about his destination?
She turned toward the opposite bin, half full of wheat. Would he choose that one for his hideout?
She could hear his heavy breathing before she could see him. That noise sounded familiar, like the way she herself panted while playing with her own pussy.
In the dim interior, her eyes were slow to focus on the kneeling youth. She had followed Andrew soon enough that he was just starting to open the front of his Sunday best trousers. She stoped, gasping. His zipper sneaked downward. The white triangle of his knit briefs appeared in the tented opening. She was startled at how prominently his cock shoved forward the stretching underpants.
Her own brother must be almost as well hung as Cousin Leon. She had lived in the same house with Andy all these years without thinking about all the goodies he carried around between his legs.
Vera opened her mouth to silence her excited gulps of air. One hand mauled a tit. Her other hand raked savagely between her legs.
Andrew shucked down the gray-plaid trousers of his Sunday suit. The contours of his flanks and ass were basically the same in his underwear as they had been when dressed. Yet now every hollow and valley and curve and roundness were temptingly accented.
She clawed her cunt more wildly. Watching Andy strip revived all her passions while she was still lusting for Leon. She was on the verge of orgasm. She risked tripping the trigger that fired all those uncontrollable blasts inside her pussy. She wanted to hold out until she observed what kind of wicked games her brother was playing.
The basket of Andrew's prick and balls pouched the white knit forward even more. He must be starting to get a hard-on in anticipation of whatever solitary experiment he intended to try.
Vera quivered and stifled a sob. She had to get at her own cunt more directly. She hooked a wrist under the hem of her long flowing blue skirt and reached her fingers straight to the slimy wet surface of the middle seams of her lace-trimmed panties. She stuffed the layers of fabric into the crevice of her hot aching cunt.
How swollen and sensitive her poor feverish pussy lips were to every touch today. She was all primed for wild sexual activities. The near-pain of every rubbing movement of her hand added to the biting stimulation of the forbidden drama before her.
Andy's total unawareness of her voyeuristic presence also increased her excitement. She would learn all about hard-ons, and the games guys played with their cocks, without getting personally involved. No risk of getting pregnant this way.
She had trouble quieting her panting breaths as the tantalizing strip-tease progressed in the grain bin. Her brother impatiently peeled down his white knit underwear.
Her cunt spasmed, now so close to climax.
Andy's puffy-looking prick was dangling limply, swaying from side to side with the movements of his arms and body.
Behind it, the two egg-shaped balls were much bigger and hung much lower than she expected. She was fascinated by the way one of the balls was suspended so far below the other.
She could see that Andy's prick was lengthening. The larger bulge of the cockhead within the protective foreskin slid down his thigh like a crawling snake. Her questions were still unanswered. How much did her brother have control over the size and reactions of his cock?
She gawked as the prick expanded, growing wider. She envied her brother, and all other guys, this extra-special mechanism attached to their bodies.
The marvelous cock was stiffening, now. Andy's prick lifted away from the sac of balls, like a predatory animal.
The skin of Andy's cock, as well as the pouch of his balls, was darker than the rest of his body. As his cock tightened, the stretching skin was laced with prominent patterns of bulging purple blood veins. The tip of the cock-knob, peeking out of the ruddy blossom of the wrinkled lips of his foreskin, was brownish maroon. The hair of her brother's belly was darker, more curly, and thicker than hers, Vera noted.
With ever-increasing wildness, Vera wantonly jerked the hem of her blue dress up to her waistline out of the way of her stroking arm. She glanced down at her lacy white slips, thinking that Andy-or any other randy stud-would get a thrill out of seeing the silhouette of sunlight between her legs through the thinner material.
She hastily raked up the underskirts, too. She must be free to more easily rub all the delicate nerve ends hidden by the front panel of her blue underpants. Every digging touch of her passionate fingers sent shock waves upward through her cunt to her very womb. The earthquake jolts shuddered and rocked her body.
Today she was getting sexual stimulation--new and different fantasy material--from both Leon and Andy.
She had thought her brother's prick impressive in size when elongating after he first pulled down his shorts. Amazingly, his cock was ballooning bigger all the time.
Vera gawked at the indecent exposure, squeezing a tit and clawing her cunt.
Clasping his foreskin with thumb and first finger, Andy glided back on the sheath of skin. In her mind, she compared the shape of the bulb of the brownish-purple cockhead to half a plum. That was one of the most fascinating features of her brother's cock. The contact of his own hands caused the cock to stiffen.
Her cunt constricted in mutual reaction. She shivered with excitement as she watched muscles in the marvelous prick bunch, levering the length of his cock upright. Cords and veins seamed the sheath of skin.
Vera gasped, mouth open, trying to stifle her panting. The length of cock was so big!
She did not see how any hard-on could ever fit into any girl's cunt, especially one as small and tight as hers. No wonder fucking was traditionally painful for women. Any young hussy that fucked around a lot, like some of her school friends, must have their pussies all stretched out of shape.
She stared, hypnotized, as his balls bobbed, jerking up. Cuddling closer to the roots of his hard-on, they writhed slightly within their wrinkled and hairy pouch.
The dangerous baby-seed, his cum, was in those balls. Just what kinds of signals triggered the spasms that shot their jism out through his cock?
Andrew opened the sales catalog. He flipped the pages, searching until he came to color pictures of junior misses in panties and bras. With a snort that was almost a bellow--reminding Vera of a bull on the rampage-he jabbed the knob of his cock against the crotch of one of the smiling young models. His hips surged forward, fucking.
A shock jolt went through Vera's belly. She was crazed to even greater lusts by his male thrusts. Yet she was horrified that her own brother was a victim of such a perverted form of sexual activity.
Why didn't he just go and fuck some of the sluts that were free and easy at school?
With his forefinger, Andy pretended he was rubbing the tit in the bra of another of the cute and curvy young maidens. His erection lurched. A drop of dew soaked the panties of his first victim.
Vera's cunt squeezed so tight, it hurt. She could not suppress a sobbing whimper.
In growing frenzy, she stripped her blue panties down to her knees. She wished Andy could see her, now, standing there in her sheer panty hose. The dark bush of her pubic thatch and even some of the pink edges of her pussy were visible through the tissue-thin fabric.
Her brother became more noisy, growling and grunting as his cock rammed the seductive dolls.
Was this the way he habitually jacked off? Would she get to see him spurt his cum against those catalog pages? Wouldn't Mama recognize the kind of crud staining the paper if he took the soiled book back to the house?
Vera shoved her panty hose down, to prod her fingers directly into her pussy. Oh, how sore and sensitive her poor pussy was becoming, with all this rutting abuse.
Andy raised the catalog to kiss and then tongue the pictured bras. His erection rammed into his navel. His cock was swelling tighter and bigger by the moment. The purple-brown cock-bulb was bloated until it looked like it would burst like a balloon.
So her brother had a fetish for titties, did he? Well, hadn't he noticed that hers were developing so they pushed out a good-sized bra cup?
She feverishly unbuttoned the bodice of her blue dress. She reached inside to pummel a tit inside her blue bra. This was not good enough. She wanted to be able to pinch and pluck her nipples.
She pushed the blouse of the dress back off her shoulders and slipped her arms from the short sleeves. The blue fabric dropped to remain bunched about her waistline. She reached back to unhook the clasp of the band of her bra. The two balloons of her tits sprang forward when released from confinement.
Her firm young tits were beauties. Her nipples tingled and her pussy pulsated.
What was her brother trying to do, now?
Still ogling the inviting young tarts in the catalog, he leaned forward, like a mounting bull. He tucked his flanks forward, plowing through the surface kernels of wheat with his rigid cock.
Vera, as voyeur, nearly wailed. Surely, if the crinkled rosy edges of his foreskin were anywhere near as delicate as the lips of her pussy, those hard granules must hurt.
Was her brother really this perverted?
Of all the crazy experiments she tried while masturbating none were as sick as fucking the wheat crop. Yet the very deviance from all the ways of jacking off that she had heard of was what excited her.
Andy backed off. Grains of wheat clung to the moist tip of his puffed cockhead. Other kernels lodged in the groove between the rim and the edges of his furled foreskin. Some were tangled in the snarled hair on his balls.
Her brother took hold of his bloated hard-on and pointed the cock-knob straight down.
He lowered his weight, writhing his hips to drill a hole downward with his hard-on. The length of his prick gradually disappeared from view. His body began rocking, surging to fuck deeper and deeper into the wheat. His gasps for air were roaring growls.
The shock of witnessing her brother act so insane, was too much for Vera. She wailed her anguish louder than his ravings.
His head turned toward her. Suddenly, his frightened gaze met hers.
CHAPTER TWO
Their reactions were simultaneous and quite similar.
Andrew was terrified. He whirled facing away from her, to hide his cock.
Vera jumped back, keeping her nakedness out of his sight beyond the door frame. A lifetime of inhibitions kept her confused and timid. She wished she had never come to the granary. She wished she was clothed, so she could run back to the house.
Andrew snarled, "Don't you dare tell anybody!"
She was still horrified by the perversions she had just witnessed. "Why do you do such awful things to . . . to . . . to . . . " She gestured embarrassedly toward his cock. "No worse than the way you play with yourself!" A gleam of lust replaced the guilty fear in his eyes.
Vera realized he had seen more in that first glance than she had thought. Not only had she exhibited before him a bared tit, but he had caught her toying with her own nipple and beating off her own cunt.
She flared back at him: "I 'spose you'll blab to all the guys you've seen me naked. " If word got out that she masturbated in the presence of her brother, she would be pestered by all the randy studs in their school.
His face softened. "I wouldn't tattle on my own sister. "
She knew she could depend upon good old Andrew to play fair.
But how could she gracefully back out of such a shameful predicament? Her state of half-undress was evidence enough of her passionate involvement in his perversion.
He continued to stare at her bare arm and shoulder, and the edge of her rib cage, and some of the roundness of her bare hip. He was hoping she would reveal more smooth young flesh. Vera grew bolder. She felt more in command of the situation. "I didn't know this was the way boys jerk off. "
"How much did you see?"
"All of it. "
"All of what?"
"Everything you did. Pushing your . . . your thing against the, uh, between the legs of the girls. " She gestured toward the opened pages of the catalog. Her cunt writhed as she remembered.
"This'll be our secret. Okay?"
"Okay. But didn't poking it down into the wheat hurt?"
Andrew shrugged. "My cock is tough. "
He was not so careful to keep his back turned. She could see that his hard-on was softening and drooping.
"It's made to ram into places, isn't it, when it gets stiff?"
He smiled. "I sure try everything. Trying to find out what feels good. "
She allowed her eyes to twinkle. "I get kinda rough with my . . . pussy, sometimes, too. Playing different kinds of games. "
The fact that she admitted masturbating offended him. He recoiled from her, again.
An awkward silence followed. Vera assessed the situation, waiting for some indication from him what the next move should be.
She knew that she wanted her brother to see her naked, or she would not have stripped down so near to him.
She edged out a few inches, more into his sight. The increased glint in Andy's eyes told her he was tempted. He took hold of his cock, and rolled the sheath of skin forward and back.
She feared he would be satisfied to jerk off, just ogling her bare flesh.
With wanton resolution, Vera stepped out into full view for him. His cock jerked upright, and something like water gushed from the tip. His stare went from the dark bush between her legs up to her twin bouncing tits and back down. He peered at the crinkled pink edges of the lips of her pussy.
She advanced toward him, reaching for his prick. "Here! Let me pump that old thing of yours for you. "
He winced, feeling further disillusionment, but more arousal. "How do you know about pumping pricks? You been messing around with some of the wild guys?"
"You know I haven't!" she flared. "Don't you trust your own sister?"
"You're acting kinda funny. "
She jeered at him, amused. "I just offered to do for your cock what you showed me you like having done to it. "
He was still bothered by her boldness, by her use of forbidden words. "If any creep ever bothers you, I'll rip his balls out!"
She giggled. "I can take care of myself. "
"How do you mean that?" He was alarmed. "You ain't on the pill or wearin' any device are you?"
"What kind of a low opinion do you have of me?" she snapped, angrily. "I'm still virgin. If that's what you're asking. "
With the daring caused by increasing passions, she threw her knees as wide as the hobbling panty hose and panties would allow, then spread the rosy lips of her cunt with both hands, as if she expected her cherry would be visible inside.
At sight of all the satiny pinkish inner flesh, his hips rammed his hard-on ceiling-ward. Whitish sap oozed.
"Stop that!" Andrew's face darkened.
"Can't take it, huh?"
"We mustn't do this!"
She cackled. "Why not? Afraid for your chastity?"
"It's incest!"
"I hope you're not intending to make a bastard baby in me. We can have lots of fun without running any risks. "
"What's come over you? You're acting like a slut!"
"Haven't you heard? Girls get horny, too. "
"Behave yourself!" Andy began fumbling with his shorts and trousers, intending to dress and leave.
Someway, she must tempt her brother into providing her all the petting thrills that other girls got when they messed around with the hard-ons of young studs.
"You like my titties?" She plucked at a rosy nipple. She stretched her small mound so it bounced and quivered when she let go.
His erection lurched. He hurriedly tried to enclose his cock with his clothing.
This was a time for desperate action. She grabbed his cock. She could feel muscles spasm in response to her soft touch. Her cunt constricted. Every nerve in her body quivered to this new experience-long yearned for.
The outer sheath of skin was surprisingly soft and velvety. The entire tube of skin glided so easily up and down. Within, the tensely corded muscles made the prick, so flabby a moment ago, hard as bone.
Andrew shrank back. He struck at her clasping hand, trying to knock it aside. She squeezed his prick tighter and stroked faster. Her fingertips rippled over the taut rim of his cockhead inside the foreskin as she rolled the protective shield forward and back. Her brother's hips instinctively fucked ahead.
"Feel good?" she asked anxiously. "Am I petting your prick right?"
"You can't do this! I won't let you!" She cackled and pumped more rapidly. "I'm doing it, ain't I?"
"But I'm family!"
"I know. That's why I'm safe playing with your prick. You won't rape me, and knock me up. "
"Quit it! Right now!"
In spite of his protests, his hips strained forward. The purple-plum bulb of his hard-on was bloated so tight the glazed surface looked like a rubber balloon stretched to the bursting point.
"Don't you want to feel me up? Play with my pussy?"
Vera took his hand and pressed it into the soppy soft folds of her cunt. A shudder shook him. His cock bucked in her hand. More milky dew gushed from the tip.
Andy's fingers moved, exploring her long-hidden cunt. Every fumbling touch sent lightning flashes through her guts. Her pussy palpitated, leaking fuck juice all over his hand.
Andrew began panting and grunting. "We shouldn't! We mustn't! Oh, God! No!"
His hairy belly strained forward. His hard-on jerked up and down. His balls bobbed.
A gob of white paste shot from his prick. The scum splattered against the far wall of the grain bin, and oozed downward.
His cock went into uncontrollable convulsions within her grasp. She could feel constricting muscles inside propelling the next pellet of jism. His entire body twisted and strained. He gasped noisily for air.
Vera knew exactly how he was feeling. Her orgasms tossed her around this same way.
She exulted triumphantly that she had finally, at last, had a chance to jack off a guy.
She was on the verge of cumming. She had been on the edge all the time they messed around. But, somehow, she failed to get the release of a climax. Feeling the surges of her brother's body knotted her pussy worse than before. His spunk ripped through his hard-on, right inside her hands. Yet her pussy could not let go and spasm, to cum along with him. Every nerve strained to squeeze out fuck cream on his prodding fingers.
She gawked, wide-eyed, as bullet after bullet of his scum hurtled from the recoiling cannon of his cock, which she clasped. Gobs of the pale slime splashed on the surface of the brownish wheat. As powerful as her own orgasms were, they never gushed out this much gunk. She marveled. "How much of this . . . this . . . snot do your balls hold, anyway?" He puffed, wheezing. "My balls sure store up a lot of jism. Especially when I haven't jerked off, lately. " Vera was intrigued by the suggestion of frequent masturbation. They were more alike than she had realized. "How often do you play this way, with your prick? Empty your balls?"
"Every few days. At least once a week. Or else I begin going so crazy for a fuck I'd ram this cock into any kind of hole. "
"Me, too!" She wanted to confide in him.
Sharing secrets drew them closer together. Again, Andrew was shocked. He wanted to refuse to think of any nice girl-like his sister--having the kinds of lusts and temptations he suffered so frequently.
As her brother's contractions subsided, the whitish goo oozed more slowly from the tip of his cock. The reddened hard-on began softening, even while she stroked.
Now that he had shot his load, Andy became remorseful. He felt guilty about acting so depraved with his own sister.
Once more, he fumbled for his clothes, wanting to cover his nakedness, and get away from this sinful scene.
Vera was desperate. She had to get the reward of cumming before this drama ended. She grabbed one of his hands and used it to savagely rub up and down her sloppy pussy.
"Isn't diddling me better than messing with some hussy at school who'll broadcast it all over the neighborhood?'
"Cut it out! I won't corrupt you!" In spite of this objections, his lingers caressingly traced the crinkled petals of her pussy lips. Her hand moved up and down his limp cock. "How do I know you won't confide in your best friends about incestuous screwing with your brother?" he asked, trying to sound adult.
"Oh, no! This is our secret! I wouldn't think of telling anyone. "
"This is wrong! We can't do this!" While he protested, his hand rubbed lustfully up and down within the soapy trough of her pussy.
A volcano seemed to boil within her cunt, so close was she to cumming.
"Oh, Andy! You make my poor pussy feel so good! I swear! I swear! This is special, just for us!"
His cock was still discouragingly relaxed, soft and spongy in her clasp. With the recklessness of driving passions, she grabbed his balls. He winced back, with a sharp grunt. His fascinating balls must be easily hurt-just as her mother had told her as a method of self-protection against a rapist. She would handle his balls with care.
"Sorry!" She drew back, uncertain how gentle to be.
"You can cuddle 'em! I want you to! Feels real good!"
"I'll learn how to pet your balls if you'll milk my tits. " She thrust out her chest, to offer her small tits to him.
Vera gasped in utter delight at this first thrilling contact of male fingers pinching and twisting her nipples.
No wonder other girls were so willing to take off their bras during dates at drive-in movies.
The upstrokes of her brother's fumbling bumped her clit. She wished he would concentrate more on her clit button. He surely would appreciate hints on how to improve his technique in foreplay with girls.
She approached the subject indirectly. "Where are your most touchy spots?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where should I pet your cock to give you the strongest sensations?"
He indicated the raw-looking neck of his cock, between the rim of the knob-head and the wrinkled ring of his foreskin.
"Every time your finger hits that, fiery shocks go all through me. "
"I know what you mean. " She moved his forefinger to her clitoris. "This little bump, right here, is the tip of my clit. Rub it to make me go crazy. "
His cock jerked upward, much stiffer as his fingers explored. When he stimulated the vulnerable nerve centers, she gasped and her body writhed. Maybe he could still finish her off with finger-fucking. She redoubled her efforts to fully arouse his lusts by churning his cock.
"When I jack off, I picture the kinds of games we might play, " he suddenly admitted.
Vera abruptly turned and dropped to all fours before her brother.
His erection jerked up, thumping his belly. He leaned forward over her ass. His cock strained rigidly. The sac of his balls swung between his thighs, reminding her of the balls of a bull.
The sight of her asscheeks tempted him beyond protesting. Like any rampaging male animal, he eagerly mounted, sprawling on her spine. He clutched a small tit with each hand.
Vera whimpered when the leaking knob of his bloated cockhead prodded her asscheeks. This seemed so natural, so right, so rewarding.
"Oh, Andy! Andy! Why have we waited so long?"
Her brother snorted and grunted, back of her head. The stiff pole of his prick slipped between her asscheeks and jabbed against the sensitive ring of her asshole. She wished he would push harder, and force that great cock inside. Anything to join them together, fucking. He simply had to finish her and bring on those convulsive climaxes.
Thrusts of his cock slipped downward, his prick finally bumping the lips of her cunt. She had a strong temptation to reach back between her legs and redirect his cock. She wanted to guide his prick into her pussy. She was crazed by rutting heat.
"Fuck me! You strong brute, you! Fuck me!"
Above her spine, Andy groaned and leaned far forward. He began twitching and twisting. His entire frame jarred with internal explosions.
It was happening! So soon after he had supposedly emptied his balls, she could feel the squishy gobs squirting against her asshole and her cunthole.
Andy pushed and grunted and writhed on top of her, jerking with the violence of his eruptions. His jolting movements rocked her from side to side and threatened to topple her on her face.
His balls must have cooked up a lot more cum. The splashing mush trickled down the backs of her thighs.
CHAPTER THREE
Her brother collapsed, exhausted, on her backbone. His ribs heaved. He gulped air in loud rasps.
It was still a good feeling to be needed by him. But she had not shared his release. Her cunt roiled more demandingly than before.
His prick was wilting, no longer punching against her asshole. Someway, she had to keep him randy until he finally diddled her off.
Andrew rolled off limply. He flopped on his back, sprawled on the wheat. His poor abused cock was fast shrinking to a shadow of its former self. She found the sheath as well as the head of his prick slimy with fresh cum. The slippery cock was too limber to pump as she had earlier. She fingered the delicate nerve ends of his cock. She was pleased to sense some stirrings of response in his weary prick.
She carefully cuddled the hairy pouch of his balls. "How do they feel, when empty?"
"Sort of aching. Popping off twice, so soon, " he gasped.
Toying with his balls brought more visible reactions in his shriveled cock. Her anticipation of more action grew.
She stuffed one of his hands into her drooling cunt. "Play with my pussy! Make me cum, too!"
He shrank back every time she referred to her own lusts. "We just can't be acting like this!"
"It ain't fair! You've got your jollies-twice! And nothing's happened for me!"
"How'd we ever get into such a mess?" The way his conscience bothered him, he would be difficult to revive, she realized.
She threw some of his own statements back at him. "Wouldn't you rather I let you diddle me instead of getting myself knocked up by some selfish stud?"
"Just behave yourself! Stay nice!"
"Too late for that. " She faced a great problem, educating her puritanical brother to accept her passions as being just as demanding as any guy's. "Are you willing to take a pledge that you'll never jack off, ever again?"
"I told you that to stay in control, to protect you and other girls from me, I have to relieve the pressure in my nuts every so often. "
"That's exactly my predicament. Now be a good brother and bring me off. "
She wallowed one of his hands in the crease of her cunt, bumping against her cut. The fingers of his other hand she placed against a tit, where he eagerly plucked at her nipple. To increase his temptation, she stroked his cock and fondled his balls.
"What the hell's going on, here?" the voice of their father barked angrily from the doorway of the granary.
Vera froze, reddening with shame, and still clutching her brother's pecker and his balls. There was no way she and Andy could deny what they were doing. Her cute young tits were bared, visible above the crumpled wads of the clothing about her waistline. She crouched, leaning over her brother, so he could conveniently tug at her tits.
The dark bush of her cunt was also plainly visible to her stern sire. Andrew's other hand was half buried inside the folds of her pinkish pussy lips.
Over his shoulder, Dad yelled, "Jane! Come here!"
Vera wanted to melt away out of sight or even die. After all the years of lectures about purity and chastity, she did not want her mother to see her like this.
Mom arrived panting, and alarmed. "Who's hurt? How bad?"
At sight of the nakedness of her two offspring, she reeled back, like she would faint. "Oh, no! Not you, too?"
Dad stomped into the wheat bin. His eyes glinted in rage-or in lust?-as he gawked at his daughter's small tits and then stared at the rosy petals of her pussy lips within the furry fringes.
He roared at Vera, "how bad is it? Are you going to have a bastard brat out of this?"
Vera tried to answer. Only wailing sobs came from her throat.
Andy was more defiant. "Don't worry! I wouldn't fuck my own sister. "
"What the hell else you call what you're doing?" Their father gestured to the tangled wetness of Vera's pussy.
"She jacked me off, that's all, " Andy said.
"You're lying!" Dad bent lower, peering at his daughter's cunt. He reached, parting the crinkled edges of her inner pussy lips.
An electrical shock jarred Vera. As thrilling as messing with her brother had been, this forbidden contact with her puritanical father was much more overwhelming. She wrenched back like she was injured.
Her father must have felt somewhat the same kind of jolt. He backed off dazedly.
He motioned to his wife. "See if she'd been breed. "
He referred to his daughter like she was just another cow.
Even Mom's fingers tickled and thrilled as they prodded inside Vera's pussy.
The concerned mother announced, relieved, "She's still untouched. "
"Are you sure?" Dad asked.
"Relax, will ya!" Andrew growled. "I told you she was virgin. "
As Mom stepped back, she looked at the smears on her fingers, then smelled them. Vera's heart lurched. She was sure her mother had found some of her son's cum on her daughter's crotch.
Why didn't she mention it? Bring out all the evidence? Pronounce the punishment according to the crime?
She merely repeated what she had threatened years before: "If we can't trust you two to behave yourselves, we'll have to keep you separated. "
To Vera, it seemed more destiny than coincidence that her cousin, Leon Snyder, sat across the aisle from her in church the following Sunday. Even if she had not seen him come in, she could sense his presence. Those electrical rays of the macho maleness were radiating from him, or so it seemed to her.
Her cunt constricted. Already, she was wetting her pants in public.
The past week had been terrible. Her passions had driven her wild worse than before. She had masturbated often, anytime she could sneak away and be alone, remembering every detail of her forbidden sex games with her brother. She pretended her hands were Andrew's hands pummeling her pussy and her tits.
She relived the crucial moments when the shoving end of his rigid cock prodded her asshole, and even against the tender lips of her cunt. In her fantasy world, she dared to imagine his prick had rammed inside her virginal pussy. Although she did not know what real fucking felt like, she could go through all the thrashing motions of cumming along with the fantasy brother fucking her.
Each time she reenacted the scene with Andy, the script was different. She thought of new positions to try. She rubbed her cunt and tore at her nipples until they were sore. She wracked her body with orgasm after orgasm. And yet she was not satisfied. She was constantly more horny than before.
When Leon turned his head and boldly grinned at her, right there in church, she blushed painfully hot and nearly had a convulsive fit of a climax. His face reddened, too. He was trying to act like a friendly relative, she was sure. But the way his eyes went over the two bumps of her tits, the curves of her hips betrayed what a temptation she was to him.
He suddenly shuffled his feet to bring his knees together-just like last Sunday when he was behind her. Like a picture on the movie screen of her mind, she recalled the glimpse of the hard ridge of the head of his cock in his trouser leg, before he managed to hide his hard-on.
Her cunt knotted and ached at this repeated evidence that her cousin sat in church lusting for her. She trembled as her passion-crazed mind envisioned what his aroused cock must look like.
What a wonder of nature the cock was, Vera thought. What else about the human anatomy could compare to that fascinating half egg-shaped prick-knob? No other muscles tensed and stayed locked hard like a hard cock. And the repeating-rifle way jism shot out of a cock was beyond comprehension.
And a guy's balls. So spongy, so vulnerable. Yet so marvelous. Manufacturing all those microscopic tadpoles that could start a baby growing in any girl's belly.
How much would Leon's cock look Like her brother's prick? Judging by the size of her cousin's hands, his cock should be bigger than Andy's. His wrinkled sac of balls must be huge.
What about the shape of Leon's cockhead? Did pricks differ as much as noses? Just what shades of brown or purple or pink was Leon's cock-knob? Did he have a long shielding foreskin, or was he circumcised? Did veins and cords bulge in his sliding sheath of skin, like the bark of a tree, the way Andrew's did?
Oh, how she longed to get hold of that hunk of cock Leon had hidden in his pants, and pump the spunk out, as she had for Andy.
Was her cousin, like her brother, still inexperienced at how to diddle a girl? That did not seem probable, as sexy as Leon was.
But had he actually fucked anyone? Actually fucked that battering ram of a prick right up inside a girl's pussy? Had he let go all cautions and really allowed his balls to blast infectious seed right into her womb? Was the slut anybody she knew?
The possibilities grew in Vera's fantasies. Maybe Leon was a cocksman, fucking around a lot. Had he a secret sex life none of his relatives knew about? Some of the hussies at school were crazy about him. Would they undress for him in orgies? Would he have naked young whores sprawling all around him?
Vera's cunt itched and yearned. She played with her pussy so much at home, she had trouble keeping her hands away from her crotch, even in church. She would go crazy-aroused by all these mental pictures of Leon's sex life-if she could not massage her clitty until all hell broke loose in her cunt.
She was too caught up to notice when her knees spread. The hem of her short brown skirt, which she wore this Sunday, was pulled upward along her nyloned thighs.
Wearing jeans so much, she was habitually indifferent about how she sat. And with the popularity of shorts, she, like other girls, assumed legs were always on public display.
Vera caught Leon darting nervous glances at her silken knees. The glint in his eyes said that even that much display of undress excited him.
Her pussy pulsed. The knowledge that she was tempting her cocksman cousin increased the burning hungers in her pussy. Added fuck juice dampened the middle seams of her panty hose. The clinging doublets were too squeezing tight across the swollen lips of her cunt.
Her lacy Sunday bra was also too confining across her developing young tits. Especially when her tits were erected with passion. She would have to ask Mom to buy some with larger cups for her.
Leon shifted on the bench of the church pew. She kept hoping he would forget to press his legs together, that his hard-on would bob up into view.
Vera glanced around at all the pious faces of the older women worshippers, and wondered how many of the sanctimonious biddies would be shocked at such an indecent exposure.
The way Leon furtively ogled the displayed expanses of her soft-fleshed thighs made her tits prickle and her cunt convulse. Her knees jerked outward. Her dark skirt rode higher across pale skin. She no longer cared. Let Leon look. Let everybody know Leon was looking.
The public evidence that her nearness aroused her cousin's cock to rigidness made her feel wild. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her tits arched, protesting confinement. Her cunt knotted, painfully.
Shuddering tremors shook Vera. She was so close to cumming, right here in church.
If only she could be alone with Leon's hard-on. She could pleasure him, as well as ease her own torture.
Vera closed her eyes, posing deep religious meditation. Her imagination drifted away into her own secret world of fantasy.
Vera pretended her cousin reached across the church aisle to boldly and publicly squeeze her silky knee with one of his massive and strong hands. As powerful as the male-female contact had been with her own brother, the electrical shocks had to be many times more overwhelming when sparked by this cocksman cousin.
She imagined the burning sensations as his clamping fingers sent jolting currents up the inner sides of her widespread thighs, right into her pulsating pussy. She opened her legs wider, to encourage him to feel-up higher.
She daydreamed that Leon's lust-driven fingers kneaded and rubbed, inching upward along the slinky surface of her Sunday copper-tone stockings. She shuddered with building passions. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
Vera's hands twitched. She pictured how she would summon the courage to return his petting. She would bravely reach across the church aisle and grab that jerking ridge she knew to be bobbing in Leon's pants leg.
Such mutual sinning in church was daringly stimulating.
How would playing with her cousin's pecker feel, compared to jerking off her brother? She shivered. Some day, the way Leon was tempted, she might actually find out.
She imagined Leon's caressing fingers edging upward under her hiked skirt, closer and closer to her quivering cunt. The anticipation was agonizing. Her breaths came in short gasps.
She teetered on the verge of cumming, just from make-believe sex. What could she do to hurry her petting partner to finish her before the services ended?
Instinctively acting out the scene, Vera slid along the church pew toward the aisle and toward Leon. She envisioned her cousin shuffling nearer, to meet her halfway.
Her legs twitched wider. Her flanks fucked forward, welcoming the imagined fingers.
She heard a startled gasp--almost a curse--in the audience. Her eyes snapped open. She recoiled back, stunned by the shock of getting caught in the disgrace of her public exhibitionism.
Uncle Henry Snyder, Leon's dad, was leaning forward, staring around other worshippers, right up between her legs, under her high-riding skirt.
Her cunt constricted, winking at the stern churchman. She hastily clapped her knees together, and swiveled aside, tugging at the hemline of her too-short skirt.
She wished she could melt away or die or something right there.
She was in terrible trouble, now.
Uncle Henry, her mother's brother, was one of the church officers, a pillar of the congregation. He would not tolerate the sacrilege of sinfully trying to seduce his son during a worship service.
She was in deep shit how, she was sure.
CHAPTER FOUR
Vera Kerr was horrified to learn that her mom had accepted the invitation of Aunt Sarah, Leon's mother, for the Kerr family to eat Sunday dinner at the Snyder home. Such frequent exchange of hospitality was common among close relatives.
Of all Sundays, this was the worst of all days for Vera.
How could she face Uncle Henry after the scandalized scowl on his face while he gawked up between her wide-flaring legs, to the soaking wet crotch band of her lace-trimmed tan-colored panties.
Could it be possible that Auntie Sara and her parents had already been informed about her disgraceful exhibitionism, and this was the called meeting for the two families to discuss her sins, and decide the punishment?
The fact that Uncle Henry was to be one of her judges was especially devastating. Her mother's brother had often told her she was his favorite niece, partly because she looked and acted so much like his sister, Jane, had at that age.
Aunt Sara was a wonderful cook. But Vera did not have any appetite. She kept her attention downcast to her plate during all the lively discussion around her. The dialog seemed quite normal. Her kinfolks were covering up well their deep concern over her wanton wickedness, she knew.
Uncle Henry tried to tease her, as usual. She did not sass him back, as she had in recent years. Some of his remarks she ignored, as she minced at her food. Others she acknowledged by flicking a smile of appreciation.
She expected Aunt Sara to make a fuss over her, asking if she did not feel well. But, of course, Auntie knew the puritanical court proceedings to follow, Vera told herself in the midst of her depression.
The men finished eating, got up from the table, and went out to the shade of the lawn, without her case coming to trial. Then she got another idea.
Maybe this kind of perversion was a sickness only the women were qualified to deal with.
The chatter between Mom and her sister-in-law was lively as Vera helped them clear the table, store the scraps in the refrigerator, and wash and dry the dishes.
Uncle Henry sauntered back into the kitchen as the plates were returned to the cupboards. He beamed at Vera. "I know something that will cheer up our little miss. "
Her silence did not discourage him.
"The old yellow puss has just had another batch of kittens. Want to see 'em?"
Listlessly, Vera asked. "What colors are they?"
"Come and see!"
"Where did she hide out to nest, this time?"
"Up in the hay loft. "
"I'll see them later, as they get older and run about. " Then a sickening possibility hit her. "Unless you get rid of them. "
How could anyone be so cruel as to drown them?
Her uncle nodded. "We'll give them away. People have already asked for some of them. "
At this moment, she did not care if she ever saw new-born kittens. But he had given her an ultimatum. She would never know the variety of colors and patterns of spots if she did not accompany him now. As embarrassed as she was over the scene in the church, she did not believe she could act as casual as before if alone with him.
As she walked beside her mother's brother toward the barn, her cunt dribbled in her panties. For some reason, she was all too lustfully conscious that he was male and very muscular. Such impulses toward him had never bothered her previously. She had always romped with her favorite uncle without any risk of their play being misunderstood.
She did not have to talk. Her escort was straining hard to put her at ease. He bubbled with remarks about the individual farm animals she was acquainted with.
How could such a strict man act so tolerant, after witnessing her lack of control in church?
In the big cattle barn, she headed up the ladder to the hay loft where she had played so often. Partway, she glanced down and saw his upturned face grinning like a mischievous school boy. She was startled to realize that her short brown skirt swayed so open that he could look up her legs all the way. He was amusedly watching her asscheeks tuck and rock in panty hose and lace-trimmed brief underpants. She blushed hot. This sanctimonious church elder had one more count of lack of modesty against her.
But this evidence, that even a middle age man was fascinated by her, made her cunt lurch. She wet her pants again.
The embarrassing diversion caused one foot to miss a rung, Her leg shot downward. Her dropping weight tore her fingers raspingly from the upper rungs. She shrieked as she fell backwards.
Uncle Henry chortled. His strong farmer's arm hooked around her descending knee. Her ballooning skirt enclosed his head. Her thigh slid down in his encircling grasp until her cunt landed on his hand. The contact with male flesh set her pussy fluttering and leaking.
Her uncle roared with laughter, still inside her skirt. The vibrations tickled her navel. Her cunt knotted and fuck juice squirted her underpants, which were pressed against his hand.
She could not believe any of this was happening. Her prudish uncle would never be amused by such an erotic accident. He must be making this a trick test, to find out just how far she would go messing around with a man.
She began scrambling, flailing with her suspended legs, hoping he would lower her so she could get out of this disgraceful trap. Every movement wriggled the soft folds of the crevice of her cunt deeper on his supporting fingers.
Unbelievably-shock of shocks-Uncle Henry's arm clamped tighter, holding her high, pressed against his hard-muscled chest. His fingers shifted, lustfully feeling up her hidden cunt slit.
Her pussy spasmed. Her tits ached.
There no longer could be any doubt-the puritanical man she had adored all her life was stroking her cunt through her underclothes. He knew exactly where her clit was located within her cunt. Every upward rub bumped the touchy fuck button. Then his forefinger centered on this center of her strongest sexual responses, massaging the nib.
He was driving her out of her mind. Her entire body writhed and quivered. Andrew's fumbling had been clumsy compared to this expert diddler. Never had her own masturbating fingers felt so good.
Chuckling, Uncle Henry leaned forward, depositing her on her back on some straw bedding on the barn floor. His head still tented her skirt. His fingers continued rubbing her crotch.
Vera panicked, going alternately hot and cold. What did this terrible predicament mean?
Before the eyes of her saintly relative, she was shamefully sprawled with her wickedness exposed in soggy wet underpants.
What kind of punishment would he recommend for such a sinful attempt at seducing him?
Vera tried to sit up and straighten her clothes. Her uncle grinned broadly as his face reappeared from under her hiked skirt.
"Take it easy!" His tone was soothing. "Just be still!"
She floundered, continuing to struggle upward. He grabbed her hem, and flipped the bottom edge of her skirt up, leaving her panties even more uncovered to her waistline. Lifting her nyloned leg, he flung it aside, spreading her thighs wider apart. The strength of his motion forced her shoulders back to the floor.
Feeling helpless, in his power, she cowered, gaping up at him.
This was the man she had always trusted. But this was no playful romp. His flushed face, and gleaming eyes, made him look more like a rapist. His huge menacing hard-on bulged out the front of the trousers of his gray Sunday suit.
Should she scream for help?
Was saving her-her virginity-worth causing the bitter family fight that was sure to follow the making public of his sexual assault on her?
She had worshipped Uncle Henry too much to ever associate him with anything as sinful as sex. She had never even thought of including him in any of her fantasy scenes while masturbating. She was so astonished by his perverted behavior that she lay helplessly undecided about what action a supposedly nice girl like her should take against him.
His lustful fingers excitedly poked her soggy panties into the crease of her cunt. Every touch of his hands made the muscles in her legs jerk. More fuck juice gushed against the thin covering and sopped his cunning, petting fingers.
This was an experience of discovery that she had long dreamed about. Every sensuous nerve in her body vibrated to his knowing stimulation. She could not deny this wonderful uncle his obvious pleasure in playing with a fresh young pussy. Especially when she wanted him to keep right on thrilling her this way.
It would not take much of this foreplay to make her cum.
Her eyes followed the movements of his hands as he reached for the top elastic band of her tan-colored panties. His breaths rattled louder as he peeled down the clammy silken triangle. He gawked fascinated-surprisingly now acting like a bumbling schoolboy-at the bushy dark tuft of her pubic fur within the knit panty hose. His fingers caressed the pinkish petals of the lip edges of her pussy inside the sheer veiling. Sparks flashed far up into her belly.
How marvelous he made every contact feel. Her hips fucked upward against his hand.
Uncle Henry grinned triumphantly. "You're a hot one, aren't you?"
He stripped down her panty hose. She was completely exposed before him. She wanted this game to progress to orgasm. Whatever that took.
Should she be bold enough to open his pants and pull out his cock and jack him? Or would he be offended by her wantonness as Andrew had been? Macho studs still wanted to believe they were the aggressors.
Kneeling between her legs, he gazed worshipfully at his niece's forbidden secret cunt slit. He traced lovingly, with lightly caressing fingertips, every ripple of the pretty rosy petals of her pussy.
What a glorious sensation he knew how to produce in this important erogenous zone. Her entire body trembled and writhed. He was accomplishing what Andy had failed to do, bringing her to the brink of a quick climax.
Fondling her cunt with one hand, Uncle Henry reached for the top button of Vera's white blouse. Passion-driven as his petting made her, showing off her tits was the next step of their sex session that she was willing to help him with.
She began stripping the buttons of her shirt from their buttonholes. Glancing down into the lowering neckline, she hesitated, apprehensive. Lying on her back this way, her flattened tit mounds looked much smaller than usual. Her favorite uncle would be disappointed. She wanted him to be proud of her developing tits. She wanted to tempt him with her sexy tits.
Uncle Henry finished opening her blouse for her. "You're really rounding out, these days, aren't you?"
"Not very big, yet!" she apologized.
"Who needs drooping balloons?"
His gleaming eyes showed only admiration for the two hills in the cups of her peach-colored bra.
Reassured, she shoved the shirt out to the points of her shoulders, to present full view of her tits in their lace-trimmed coverings. His finger impatiently prodded her soft flesh under the edges of confining fabric. Sometimes, his fingernail snagged the delicate nerve-center of her erected tit. Vera raised on an elbow and reached behind her shoulders to unhook the clasp of the bra band. The twin ovals of cloth dropped the length of their shoulder straps, resting just under the edges of her tits.
Her uncle seized a nipple as though she had the most fabulous tits in the world. Lightning flashed through her. The pinching-pulling milking action drove her wild.
She whimpered and sobbed and shivered.
Toying with her tits made his cock lurch in his pants.
Uncle Henry purred, "How about getting the old boy out where you can get hold of him?"
Vera watched, entranced, with her cunt fluttering, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped the trouser fly of his gray church-going suit. His erection tented far forward the front of his knit briefs.
What would his cock look like? Was his that much bigger than Andy's? What changes, if any, did long years of fucking make in a man's cock? Vera would soon find out.
She held her breath as her uncle shucked down his white underpants. Any sight of a cock was overwhelming. This old cocksman had a massive prick. But, in a way, she was disappointed. She expected his cock to be longer, to be able to prod farther into a woman's cunt. The width made his prick look stubby. Her brother's cock could fuck a girl just as deep as this experienced fucker.
Her uncle's cock stood proudly upright, nodding to every beat of his heart. Cords and veins bulged the dusky sheath of skin. The foreskin drew back to display the chocolate-brown cock-knob. Fuck juice dribbled from the little mouth in the tip.
Vera gaped, enthralled by his balls. If frequent fucking developed the size of balls, her Uncle Henry had shot his load many times during his life.
She had never thought of Aunt Sara as being sensuous. She wondered what that saintly acting mother of Leon thought of being fucked regularly by this randy stud.
Or could it be that, from the way he was coming onto her, his teen-age niece, he liked the variety of fucking other women and girls.
Vera shrank back as the big man towered over her. His hips rammed his cock forward, fucking toward her tits. There seemed no question about what he planned to do to her.
Her natural inhibitions and her mother's repeated warnings urged her to kick free of him, desperately flounder up and escape. Otherwise, he would knock her up, and disgrace her.
Yet her sensual side yearned to finally discover what real fucking felt like. Who else would she rather make a woman of her than this favorite uncle?
Her cunt fluttered and dripped in anticipation.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vera Kerr tensed, choking back sobs of terror, as her favorite uncle took hold of his belly-thumping cock and pointed the angry-looking bloated prickhead downward into her fur-trimmed pussy.
This was the crucial moment of her life. This was what she had been wishing for, and waiting for ever since puberty. She was finally joining all of her school friends who fucked around.
The knob of Uncle Henry's rigid cock jabbed against her clitoris. Shock waves jolted her. Her knees fanned out and in. Her cunt arched toward the massive prick of her mother's brother.
Rotating the drooling tip of his cock Like a giant finger, this wonderfully considerate man massaged her powerful clit button. Never had her sensuous system been honed to such agonizing keenness. She moaned and shuddered and writhed.
Delaying the ultimate penetration, Uncle Henry grinned his triumphant approval of her physical demonstrations. He plucked at one of her nipples. Every touch shot fire through her chest. His hard-on fucked into the upper folds of her long-secret cunt, rubbing across her clitty. His swinging balls bumped her asshole.
She whimpered. Her hands clutched and clenched. Her head rolled from side to side.
This was what life was all about. Why hadn't she coupled with some cock, long before this?
What right did her parents or anyone have to deny her this kind of opportunity?
From now on, she would fuck every chance she had. With whoever's hard-on was available.
The mounted male lowered his head and smashed his mouth on hers. Sparks flashed behind her eyeballs. This added male-female connection intensified all the sensations he was creating in her tits and cunt.
Her uncle's tongue stabbed at her lips. She willingly parted them, inviting him to enter. He tapped her gums and pried at her teeth. As her jaw went slack, the stiffened tongue rammed inward Like another erection. Voltage increased in all three places he petted.
His tongue fucked the roof of her mouth and wrestled with her tongue. The electrical currents buzzed outward to every fiber of her body. She gasped and wailed and twisted.
She could no longer hold out for the crucial instant when he ripped her cherry, and she felt for the first time a hard cock distending the walls of her pussy. His foreplay tuned her nerves to their most sensual tautness.
A volcano erupted in her belly. She squeezed his balls until he winced. Her legs thrashed about. Her asscheeks bounced on the barn floor. Belly muscles jerked and strained. She panted, wheezing. Great gushes of cum puddled the straw she lay on.
Uncle Henry grinned. His cock stroked her clitty. His fingers milked a tit. Every stimulation prolonged the spasms that rocked her. She squirmed and shook and sobbed beneath him.
Vera wanted to reward this benefactor for all his precious gifts. She reached for the low-swinging egg-shaped balls in their hairy bag between her uncle's thighs.
The first pressure of her fingers on the spongy balls made his entire body twitch. His flanks thrust forward, stabbing more demandingly.
Vera reveled in the discovery of the power she had over this stud horse. Manipulating his vulnerable balls would surely hasten his fireworks. He would want his cock inside her cunt when he fired.
As she hoped, her uncle drew back. With his hand, he guided his rock-hard cock to prod lower in her pussy. He leaned forward.
Vera braced for pain. Would ripping her tough cherry be as much torture as she had heard? Would her freshly torn cunt be too sore to enjoy the rest of the fuck?
She thrilled to the electrical currents as the tensed rim of his hard cock glided inside the delicate leaves of her cunt lips. Any second now, he as the bull would breed her as the heifer, or so it seemed in her innocent farmgirl mind. Anticipation and dread were driving her wild. Her vulva churned. Fuck juice drenched her asscheeks.
The thrusts of her uncle's prick jarred against the closed gates of her cherry. She saw the surprise on his face. After all her exhibitionism in church, he had probably expected she fucked around. Especially with his son.
Her uncle grinned.
His hips bucked back. He evidently was positioning his cock to drive through her cherry more forcibly.
She locked every muscle, determined not to be a cry-baby, no matter how much her first fuck hurt.
Instead, he surprised her by climbing out from between her legs, and kneeling beside her shoulder. He pressed the head of his cock down toward her face.
"Wanta lick my lollipop?" he asked.
"What?"
The unexpected change in plans left her bewildered. She stared dazedly at the nearness of this prick. The chocolate-colored bulb was smeared with the whitish slime of her own creaming. The thought of tasting anything out of her own cunt hole was sickening.
"How about sixty-nining?"
He apparently assumed that if she did not allow boy friend's to fuck her, she knew alternate ways to empty their balls for them. Vera was not quite sure what he meant, by sixty-nine.
Her uncle shuffled around, reclining beside her, facing her feet. His cock bobbed against her chin. She was appalled when he extended an arm across her hips, turning her flanks toward him. His head dipped down. His lips, which had been kissing her mouth, closed on the erected nib of her clitty.
Vera's gasp was almost a shriek. The sucking sensation was different from any other petting her delicate nerve center had ever experienced. She felt like he was pulling her pussy inside out. At the same time, his fingers toyed with the feverish lips of her cunt.
Her previous climax had hardly ebbed away. At the prospect of getting eaten out, her passions quickly rose. This adorable man certainly knew how to drive a girl crazy.
One of her uncle's hands returned to tweaking a tit. Her repeat orgasm hit her Like an uncontrollable seizure. She was tossed about by internal explosions that made her arms flail, her feet kick, and her head strain far back.
Her attacker chuckled as he slurped her cum with his tongue. Carried away by her convulsions, she forgot to be nauseated. During the most violent of her spams, she even dared to lick timidly at the chocolate knob of his cock.
She was too wantonly wild to longer care how it tasted. Maybe somewhat of a fish flavor. Really quite bland.
Her hips strained upward and twitched, fucking the face of her cum-eating uncle. Her tits felt Like he was actually drawing milk.
Oh, how she loved him and worshipped him for making her entire being float in such supreme ecstasy!
She was fascinated by his huge hairy balls which drooped sideways from the base of the trunk of his tightly gorged prick. She lifted the sac, to cuddle the weight and cushiony softness. Every touch made his cock more nearer. Fluid leaked from the tiny slit in the tip.
Vera lapped up her Uncle Henry's fuck juice. Rasping her tongue across the vulnerable nerves on the underside, just behind the rim, brought his prick shoving at her face.
Her uncle chewed at the meager stub of her clitty. The intensity, almost torturous, of the near-pain brought on another series of constrictions of her muscles. Adding on to the orgasms that were only partly subsiding.
Her fuck hole poured out plenty of pussy juice for this snorting assailant to slurp up.
Vera opened her mouth and allowed her uncle's cock head to pop inside. Immediately, his pelvis lurched ahead. The cock fucked in and out. She gagged as the prick head jammed too far back in her throat.
If cock-sucking was what Uncle Henry Liked, she would suck his cock no matter how distasteful.
Her tongue pulsed against the bottom of the rubbery prick-bulb. His secretions blended with her saliva to fill her mouth. She gulped and swallowed. She enjoyed the way his fucking tool kept surging, trying to invade farther. She knew she must be really pleasuring this randy old man.
What other crazy tricks was he doing? He parted the cheeks of her ass with his fingers, and his raking tongue began stroking way down at her tail bone, tickling across her asshole. Why would anyone Like her shit hole?
But the different sensation felt kind of good when the tip of his tongue paused to pry into her puckering ass-ring. This wondrous cocksman knew every touchy nerve in her body. The funny reactions in her ass set off still another round of internal quakes.
He was sure seeing to it that she got her jollies today. Never even when masturbating, with her wildest fantasies, had she had such repeat spasms.
His cock swelled tighter and more rigid. She sensed that the prick was priming for the great cannonade. She actually was sucking off her uncle.
His hands rubbed harder. His tongue battered her clitty. His cock jerked and stabbed, bucking in her mouth. A great gush of mush splashed against her throat, shutting off her breathing.
She flopped about, choking and coughing, trying to back away. The cock fucked deeper, spraying its cum. She gagged, drowned by jism. In what seemed her throes of dying, her pussy twisted in another and more violent series of convulsions.
She finally, frantically snuffed in air through her nose. Jet after jet of goo filled her mouth. She could not swallow fast enough. She floundered in desperation.
Uncle Henry laughed and withdrew his spouting cock. Warm splashes of spunk daubed her lips, chin, nose, cheeks, and even eyelashes. His powerful ejections seemed to go on and on, forever.
What a load of jism his huge balls carried!
Imagining the cum-smeared mess her face must look was sickening to her. But the sight of the production of his potency excited the man more. His fingers and his tongue redoubled their efforts to thrill her more.
In spite of her revulsion, her body was wracked by another tidal wave of uncontrollable contractions.
Her brother, Andrew, had changed moods as soon as he shot his wad. He collapsed, weakened and weary. His lustfulness vanished into groveling. He felt so guilty about the incestuous attack on her that he was apologetic.
Uncle Henry acted different. Emptying his balls once seemed to arouse him to greater passions. He continued his petting of her erogenous zones. His lusts demanded further sex play from her.
He was also more talkative. "When I was young, rubbers were hard to get. I mean, I was too bashful to ask for them. And girls did not have the pill to depend on."
Remembering excited him more. His cock jerked upward, bloating tighter.
Was he telling her that his generation of youths had to abstain?
"That's why we tried all kinds of alternate ways of fucking. We did not know at the time that some of our methods were as old as the history of the world. "
"Like sixty-nining?"
"Like corn-holing. "
"What?"
"Fucking a girl's asshole. " Her mental image was repulsive. She had always associated shit with stinking filth. The corn-hole term had to come from the fact that when whole corn was eaten, some of the kernels appeared undigested in the shit. Her line of reasoning made the entire reference that much more sickening.
"Isn't that sort of . . . of like rape?" Her asshole ached, her just imagining this big erection being rammed in.
"The gals were eager. Said that was the next best thing to screwing in the cunt. And it was completely safe. "
"You mean you . . . all of your age messed around that way?"
"The girl friends of my school that I took out riding sure were willing. "
So her uncle had started fucking at an early age, after all.
"Did you . . . did all the guys like fucking that way?"
"When you've got balls full of cum, you'll do anything to relieve them. "
"But the girls-you make them sound kind of wild. " Where were all the modest and chaste young ladies that Mom held up as examples to her?
He snorted. "You know very well from the fire in your belly that every girl wants to fuck just as much as any guy. "
"But Mom says-"
Her mother's brother roared. "Jane was getting her ass reamed regularly long before she was as old as you are. "
Vera refused to accept any such concept of her puritanical mother. "How do you know?
Maybe guys were lying about how far she'd go with them. "
Uncle Henry was working himself into a frenzy by bringing back old memories. "I was there, too. "
Vera could not believe that her mother, or anyone of their more restrictive era, went in for group orgies.
Vera did not resist when he hooked a hand around her far hip and flopped her over toward him on her belly. Again, his fingers parted the cheeks of her ass. His cock slapped his navel at sight of the delicate pink pucker of her asshole. He swiped up fuck cream from her asscheeks and lubricated the tight opening.
Vera panicked. "You aren't going to try doing it that way, are you?"
"You'll thank me for it. "
"No! Your . . . your cock is too big!"
"You've shit turds this big, haven't you?"
"No! I don't think so! Not that big!"
"Ripping through your cherry would hurt worse. "
Without any hesitation, he went right ahead prodding in her ass with his fingers, to grease the inner surface of her asshole. His fingernails snagged the delicate lining.
"Please! Don't!"
"You'll want to be broken in sometime. "
"I'll get some young boy with a smaller prick to start with. "
"By the time they're old enough to get hard-ons, their pricks are pretty much the same size. "
Inserting his hands under her, he boosted her hips until her legs hinged downward to kneeling position. Vera cringed and tensed and whimpered, when she felt the blunt nose of his cock pushing against her asshole.
"Just relax! Enjoy it!"
He reached one hand under her chest, tugging at a tit. His other hand went directly to her clitty. Her sensual body could not resist the renewed stimulation. Almost as a continuation of her last climax, her vitals wormed and jolted with more internal eruptions. As her cunt opened and closed, she could feel her asshole also twitching.
Her hips twisted and rocked too much to fight off the stiffened hunk of meat poking farther and farther past the sphincter muscles guarding her asshole.
Her uncle muttered and panted. "Oh, Jane! It's been so long! Too long!"
He had often said she looked and acted like her mother had at this age. But this was a peculiar time to be reminded of his sister.
Distracted by other thoughts, she could endure the strained feeling of muscles being stretched too wide. There were other more pleasant sensations farther up in her guts. She teetered on her knees and swayed her hips to help work the cock into her ass.
Strangely, the heat of the cock radiated some of his lustfulness, as if the lining of her bowels detected and shared the tingling in his penetrating prick.
She had yet to be fucked the "right" way, in her pussy, so she had nothing to compare this sensation to. But her uncle had been right. A girl could really go for these thrills, so much more intense than mere finger-fucking.
The magnificent cock was all the way inside her ass. His swaying balls bounced against her ass, sometimes rapping her cuntlips. This was indescribable glory. Her body contained such ecstatic sensations, she was discovering.
She could feel her uncle's cockhead ballooning. Her innards responded with added churning.
His flanks surged and shoved against her ass. His jism spurting inside her bowels was like hot lava. She shared his every straining contraction.
She rocked and writhed under his weight. She had lost count how many times she had been torn apart by explosions since coming to his barn with him.
CHAPTER SIX
Vera's brother had nervously avoided being caught alone with her during the week since their folks said they could not be trusted together. He was still bashful in her presence, feeling guilty about the incestuous "attack" upon her.
Vera was eager to teach him some of the tricks she had learned from Uncle Henry. Her burning passions made her defiant of parental rules and regulations. She intended to get fucked regularly from now on. And her brother was the most available male. She would be unable to make excuses to sneak aside with Uncle Henry very often.
Her mother's brother was the most horny man she ever expected to mess around with. Even while she was cuddling some of the newborn kittens, after dressing, his big hands squeezed her ass and mauled her tits. He had an immense hard-on. She felt sure they would have fucked again if she had not been so concerned about getting back to their families. She feared they had been gone so long there would be questions-she would be too embarrassed to answer even evasively.
Vera saw that Andrew was now quite alone, feeding the hogs. She went around the orchard to approach the hog barn from the side that would not be visible from the house or barn, in case either Mom or Dad was where her movements could be observed. After the ultimatum about staying away from Andy, their parents would be quickly suspicious.
She was in luck. Her brother appeared back of the building as he finished feeding and watering the sows with young pigs. Seducing him would be easy because, as she sneaked toward him, Andy unzipped the fly of his blue jeans and fumbled inside his pants until he pulled out his prick. Apparently he was feeling randy and intended to jerk off.
Vera gasped. Her pussy palpitated. Even in this relaxed condition, a prick was a wondrous sight. She could not wait to get hold of it. His soft cock would be so soft and flabby and cuddly, so seemingly useless, except as a hose to pee through.
By playing with her brother's cock and tempting him with a view of her nakedness, she was sure she could persuade him to "break parole. " She would coach him into going one step farther than last time, fucking her in the doggie position. Any horny male would be glad to fuck his cock inside either her mouth or asshole. But her ultimate aim was getting fucked in the cunt.
What was the use of having a brother living in the same farm house if not to use the cock he carried in his pants?
She was almost disappointed that Andy did not immediately masturbate. Maybe he was not feeling as horny as she had hoped. He took hold of his limp prick with thumb and finger, to raise the dangling cockhead. His hips bucked forward. With chauvinistic pride, he shot a yellowish stream high in the air. The flowing rainbow arched a surprising distance out across the hog lot.
Directional pissing was just one more talent that boys had that Vera envied. She wished she was near enough to Andy to turn his nozzle various directions, feeling the rippling of the water power through his prick.
If he did not finish too soon, before she could reach him, she would take down her own jeans and piss with him. That would be a natural way to undress and tempt him.
Out of habit, one hand went to the crotch seams of her pants, and the other to a tingling tit inside the mannish shirt. All her erotic thoughts were so much more keen when she stimulated her touchy nerve centers.
Nearly close enough to make her presence known, Vera was shocked to discover she was not the only one stalking the young stud. But she was more horrified to see that the other person was her own mother.
What reason did Mom ever have to come to the hog barn?
Andy jerked back and tried to turn aside to hide his prick when he became aware he was not alone. His mother was gleefully triumphant, catching him with his coveted prick out of his pants.
Vera was appalled to see her own very strict mother, who preached modesty and chastity, clawing up her skirts as she neared her shocked and entranced son. Her female charms were displayed in plain white panties. Her thighs were bare, because during warm summer months she wore no stockings around home.
Mom's voice was raspingly harsh: "Ever since I saw your cock in the granary, I haven't been able to think of anything else. I've tried to stay away, but I can't wait any longer for you to fuck me. "
Vera had never before heard her mother use four-letter words.
Mom's face was flushed, and her eyes were feverishly glazed with lust.
How could this wanton whore be the housewife and church woman that Vera had always known?
The brazen temptress impatiently shoved down her underpants. Andy's cock bounded up, quickly gorging bigger with blood. The young cock bobbed, rigidly erect. Yellow piss spilled down the stalk of the hard-on, soaking the front of his blue jeans.
Digging at her own crotch, Vera gasped at the secret thatch of her mother. Her cunt twisted, wetting her panties.
Mom's dark fur patch covered nearly the entire width of her flanks, and grew well up over her belly, almost to the socket of her navel. The long curly fronds were tangled and matted with dried secretions.
Vera was sickened and hurt. She did not want to accept this physical evidence that her own mother was in heat as badly as she herself was tormented.
How could puritanical-acting Mom hide such powerful passions, all these years, while instructing her daughter to remain pure and virtuous?
Vera was fascinated yet repulsed by the stretched and sagging brownish inner lips of the older woman's cunt. They were blotched by purplish stains, like from old bruises, and crisscrossed with dark blood veins.
Vera knew that pink maidenly nipples turned brownish during pregnancy. Possibly cunt lips did, too. But did repeated use and abuse of a pussy result in such disfigurement? Had her mother fucked that much?
How could Andy be tempted by such an ugly fuck hole?
The wanton woman strode right up to the hypnotized Andrew and seized his leaking cock. His flanks rammed his pecker skyward. She deftly rolled his foreskin up and down over the edges of his cock head. She took one of his hands and buried it inside the folds of her smacking wet cunt.
She panted, "You don't have to mess around with that ignorant sister of yours, when you have a real woman who knows how to satisfy a fellow. "
Andy tried to back away in protest as he had with Vera in the granary. The stigma of incest was strong in his mind. But his balls jerked upward. His crotch bucked upward, fucking the caressing hands.
Watching, Vera opened the front of her jeans to more directly rub her clitty through the single layer of cotton panties. She could imagine every movement of her brother's hands in her mother's cunt, and pretend he was petting her pussy.
Mom choked, "It's time we came to an understanding. A young stud like you needs a cunt to fuck. And I need a fresh virile cock to fuck me. Somebody handy, anytime I need you. "
Vera could not believe what she was hearing and seeing. She wanted to plug her ears and close her eyes. Instead, she leaned forward to listen. And stared, spellbound.
The strange-acting woman, with so much resemblance to her mother, followed Andy and pushed her belly up to his. She rubbed her soppy cunt against his cock and balls. He tried separating their bodies, with his arms, pushing her away. She backed him against the side of the hog barn, where he could not retreat.
Vera gasped and peeled down her underpants to get her clawing fingers directly in her cunt. The sex-starved woman in the drama before her lowered the knob of her son's prick to jab his cock into her hairy cunt crack.
Vera shuddered at the stud-horse sound of the groaning snort of her seduced brother. His knees bent, and then straightened with a violent upthrust. He drove his hard-on full length up into the pussy that had birthed him. His balls bobbed. His hips shuddered. His entire body jarred to the recoils of his spurting cock.
"My God!" Vera moaned, softly. "He's doing it to her! He's fucking her!" She jabbed fingers fiercely up into her own cunt and fucked them in and out. Her hand was flooded by her fuck syrup.
The crazed woman twisted her torso, surging her crotch downward on the cock, battering his ass back against the wall. She keened deep in her throat, muttering words Vera could not distinguish. , Andrew strained upward on tiptoes. His hips moved far forward, pushing to fuck his prick deeper and deeper into his mother's pussy.
Vera had to suppress shrieks. The close blood relationship between the two before her made the entire episode unbelievable. She wanted to object. Yet the depth of their sins made their fuck all the more exciting.
She danced about, fucking her own hand. All the familiar passions roiled in her guts. The climax hit her like a bolt of lightning. She floundered about, dizzily, struggling to stay on her feet. Her guts spasmed uncontrollably. She whimpered and sobbed.
She feared the other two would hear her and see her. But they were making too much commotion themselves to be aware of her spying presence.
Vera's contractions intensified as she watched the usually staid woman stagger around, clutching her son's ass, smashing his hips against hers. Mom's knees flapped in and out. Her belly jerked with internal explosions. Her wails of pleasure were near screams.
Andrew's ejections had been slowing. Suddenly, the strong stimulation of his mother's cunt spasming around his young cock set him off on still another round of fireworks. The two danced close, each hurled about by responses to the other's climaxes.
Several feet away, at the edge of the orchard, Vera rocked and teetered in empathy.
As his spurting quieted for the second time, Andrew drew back, once more ashamed and guilty. His shrinking peter slipped out of his mother's pussy. His drooping prick glistened with the slime of their combined cumming.
He stuffed his exhausted prick back into his pants so he could leave. His mother had other plans. The party was just beginning for the crazed nympho.
Vera gawked when her mother opened her blouse to offer her tits to her son. Her Mom's tit mounds, in a white cotton brassiere, were several times bigger than her own schoolgirl tits.
Now that his balls were drained, remorseful Andy was not too interested in the enormous tits in the white bra presented so close before him. Mom pulled his belt from its buckle in spite of his protesting hands. He objected much more as she helped his snug jeans to sag downward from his slim boyish hips.
Vera's attention shifted to the pile of her brother's prick and balls, which he had just put away in the front of his white knit briefs. She thrilled to the sight, impressive even when Andy's cock was relaxed and shrunken.
The suggestiveness of usually hidden underwear-both the woman's plain bra, and the youth's bulging crotch in his underpants-made the scene of their partial undress in each other's incestuous company more erotic for the spying girl.
Ignoring Andy's embarrassed hindrance, Mom hooked her thumbs into the top elastic band of her son's briefs and stripped the meager garment all the way down to his knees. Vera's pussy pulsed as she gazed once more at her brother's most private parts. His prick dangled over the double sac of his balls.
Mom grabbed his cock and slid back the foreskin. Ripples of reactions went through the prick. Her thumb and lingers played tunes on the sensitive nerve endings just back of the cock-head. His cock lurched.
With her other hand, Mom lifted his balls, turning and caressing them. His cock stiffened. She pumped his prick and rubbed the bottom of the bag of the two egg-shaped balls. His prick bulged still more tightly, gorged with blood.
Watching, Vera raked her clitty with renewed passions, maintaining the orgasms bubbling in her belly.
Reassured that her son was aroused too much to abandon her, Mom took time out from playing with his cock and balls to reach back and unfasten the hook on the band of the bra, behind her shoulders.
Vera stared in awe as her mother's balloons expanded still larger when released from confinement. Andy's cock speared upward, so hard that cords of muscle rubbed the sheath of skin.
As voyeur, Vera tore open her shirt and pain fully pushed up her bra to get her own titties out where she could finger them. Such contrasts in tits. The pink nibs of Vera's nipples were small. Mom's nips were long and brown, reminding Vera of the teats of an old ewe.
Vera was glad her own little nubs were still firm and tempting.
Vera's tits ached when Mom pressed her son's face to her tits. Vera pinched and tugged her nipple as she watched Andy eagerly take a wrinkled dark nip in his mouth, nibbling. His cock rammed upward between their bellies. Mom patted his head and cuddled him closer to her tits.
Andy sucked the nip that had once given him nourishment. One of the woman's hands dropped to his ass. She kneaded the soft flesh.
Vera watched with increasing excitement as her mother's fingers worked farther around into the crease of the youth's ass. Vera was finding out that everyone had obsessions about asses. Mom's forefinger rotated on the puckered ring of Andy's asshole. His cock speared upward. The finger disappeared inside his asshole. His cock fucked her navel.
Vera's asshole tingled as she relived the sensations of being broken in to sodomy by Uncle Henry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Satisfied that she had her son fully aroused, ready for more action, Mom said, "Let's get more comfortable. "
Holding to his erection as a handle, she dropped back and sat down on the hard-packed clay of the hog feedlot. She spread her knees wide, and smiled up at him.
Andy stared at her wide-flaring cunt. His cock knotted and bucked in her grasp.
Pulling him down after her, she lowered her shoulders. He kneeled between her opened legs, leaning over her.
The suggestiveness of their positions gave Vera new surges of lusting. She rubbed her clitty and tugged a tit.
Mom's hand rapidly shuttled the sheath of skin of her son's cock up and down. His hips moved forward, straining his prick toward his navel. He milked one of her long brown nips and massaged the mound of the other tit.
Mom cried, "Fuck me, big boy! Fuck me!"
She tilted his cock downward, to insert the cockhead into the cunt hidden in her forest of dark pussy hair. He instinctively fucked forward.
Vera wanted to scream, envying her mother.
The passionate woman raised her bare legs skyward, turning her crotch up to provide her son a more direct channel into her pussy. Andrew fell forward, burying his cock to his balls.
"Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it all to me!" the rutting mother urged.
Andy instinctively fucked his prick in and out. Vera wished he was mounted on her, fucking her. She tried to imagine what his cock would feel like in her cunt, as compared to getting her asshole plugged with Uncle Henry's hard-on.
Andy's strokes were soon shorter and faster. The overwhelming sensations of getting his cock into a cunt were too much to endure for long. He let go all restraints and squirted out his cum.
"Pour it to me!" his mother yelled. "More! More!"
Her hands clawed his back. Her legs strained upward, toes pointing. Her body jarred to the explosions of joining him in cumming.
Andy fucked and panted. His mother writhed, shuddering under him. Spying on them, Vera was tossed about with additional uncontrollable convulsions.
"Oh, Hank!" Mom yelled in ecstasy. "You make it so good!"
Hearing the name of her uncle at this time shocked Vera. What was the matter with the older generation that they could not keep individuals sorted out in their minds? Uncle Henry had called her Jane, her mother's name, in the flurry of fucking. And now Mom was calling her own son by her brother's name.
How much could human emotions endure? Vera was exhausted from watching the other two and trying to match their climaxes. Andrew quieted very soon after his second spending. But their mother was still ready to go.
She tried unsuccessfully to revive Andy's cock by shaking, squeezing, and rolling the tube of skin forward and back. She fondled his pair of balls. She rubbed one of his hands in the sloppy wet ravine of her cunt and urged him to massage a tit with his other hand. She kissed him, long and wantonly, with her tongue in his mouth.
"I'm too tired, " Andy said. "I'm kinda sick. "
She turned over on her hands and knees, with her ass exposed to her son. Again, as he had with Vera in the granary, Andy ogled a woman's plump asscheeks, with fronds of hair and lips of her cunt visible between her thighs. His cock began puffing bigger.
She spread her legs and reached back to part her asscheeks to better display her tempting playthings. She fingered her own asshole.
"Wanta stick your prick in there?"
Andy was appalled. "It'd never go in such a small hole. "
"Oh, yes, it will. "
"But that'd hurt you. "
"I've done it that way before. "
"But why? That ain't right! Against nature!"
"Tighter fit for your cock. Try it and see. "
Andrew was intrigued, but hesitant. He shuffled closer on his knees. With his hand, he directed the bloated cockhead to the upper aperture of the proffered ass. He leaned forward, pushing his prick against the puckered ass-ring.
Watching, Vera reached back between her legs and poked the tip of her finger into her own asshole which her uncle had fucked.
Finding resistance, Andy backed off. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down in the groove between his mother's asscheeks. His hard-on bulged tighter and more corded with each new stimulation.
Vera's hands stroked faster in empathy.
With a groan, her brother fucked his hardon full length into the older woman's cunt from behind.
Vera almost wailed her envy of the coupled pair.
Instantly, the youth shuddered and bucked and rammed, shaken by his third explosion within only a few minutes. Fascinated, Vera watched his balls jerk up close to his crotch. His thigh muscles strained with the violence of his ejections.
As voyeur, Vera was hit by one or more of her weakening series of orgasms.
Every shot jolted and rocked Andy's entire body. He sobbed and wheezed, apparently in agony from the repeated drain on his young balls.
In the midst of his wracking spasms, the woman he fucked was seized by another thrashing fit. She keened, tossed about by jerking arms and legs. Her hips fucked forward. Her huge pendulous tits flopped from side to side.
Andy wrapped arms around her ribs, and clung to her bucking spine. He surged his flanks forward to fuck his prick deep, spurting his cum into the womb that had carried him.
Vera collapsed to the ground, torn apart by too many continuous climaxes.
Vera Kerr sauntered leisurely across the pasture, to round up the milk cows and herd them home for milking. She loved this sundown time of day. Dew on the grass was beginning to dampen her canvas shoes. There was a fresh ness about everything, after the afternoon heat.
From long habit, as soon as trees screened her from the buildings and she felt the freedom of escaping from parental supervision, one hand crept to her crotch. Being alone made her feel daring and sensual.
Her fingers rotated on her clitty through her jeans. She clutched a small tit mound on her shirt and massaged. Nothing happened. Her erogenous zones were deadened. In fact, even the thought of anything sexual was sickening.
For once in her life since puberty, she was sated. Finger-fucking while she watched her brother fuck their mother had turned her off until she probably would never masturbate again.
What a relief to not be controlled by her driving lusts anymore.
"You don't have to diddle yourself!" rasped a male voice beside her.
Her heart leaped in terror. She had trouble catching her breath. With guilty embarrassment, she jerked both hands away from her petting points.
Her father stepped out of some bushes. She was scandalized to see his cock standing up above his balls outside of his trousers.
Her cunt twisted. Never in her life had she expected to see the fucking tools of her own father.
Like noses, no two cocks were ever exactly alike. Her mind made comparisons. Twice recently, she had become well acquainted with his son's hard-on. This prick was bigger, more brownish, and more roughly knotted with cords and veins. Certainly, their old man had balls developed by plenty of fucking.
Yes, she had to admit, this indecent exposure presented to her in open daylight was even more magnificent than Uncle Henry's display of his potency in the barn.
Her dad's cock would stretch her asshole wider than Uncle Henry had, if he corn-holed her. What a crazy thing to think of, at this time, her conscience repoved. Of course she was not going to mess around with her own father. That was incest of the worst kind.
Yet, just gazing at his stud horse horniness made her pussy start dripping.
Dad stepped nearer. He took hold of his cock and leaned forward, offering his prick to her. "If you want something sexy to play with, pull on this. "
With thumb and forefinger, he rapidly shuttled the foreskin up and down. The glimpses of the distended cockhead set Vera's cunt to constricting in a sympathetic rhythm.
She retreated. "What's the matter with you? Leave me alone!"
"Don't he to me! Don't try to pretend you're so damned innocent. Not the way you finger-fuck your own crack. Not the way you seduced your own brother in the granary. "
His judgment was all too true. She had become a sinful slut. She knew that. As exhausted as her sexual nerves were, after spying on her mother and brother, she could only be contrite.
"We didn't mean to act that way. It just sort of happened. " She was too loyal to Andy to accuse him.
"I've been watching you. You're getting to be a whoring slut, Like so many modern girls. Just because your generation has the pill, you think you can act Like bitch dogs in heat. "
"But I've never--"
Her pussy pulsed as she remembered the touch of his fingers, parting the Ups of her cunt-slit; and the hasty and shamed way he had jumped back. His attitudes toward her had changed since that incestuous contact.
Right there before her, he pumped his cock and rubbed his balls, causing a tighter, blood-gorged and angry-looking erection. Whitish whey dripped from his cock.
In spite of her resolve to cut this incestuous scene short, she felt her cunt wet her panties.
Her dad edged nearer. She had never seen such a fiendish glitter in his eyes. Was her father really a rapist? Would she have to fight off her own father to avoid allowing her cherry to be ripped?"
She tensed, ready to turn and run.
His next words were gentle. "Your boobs sure are rounding out nice. About Like your mother's tits when I first dated her. "
Vera gasped. "Mom's tits were little?"
He nodded, sadly. "Until after you kids tugged at 'em. "
She still could not adjust her concept of the prude she had always known to the nympho she had seen with Andy back of the hog barn. "I guess she was raised pretty strict. "
"Her folks tried. But she could fuck like a mink the first time I got into her bloomers. "
Vera protested, "Not my mother!"
"Hell, yes! You've inherited her hots. "
"But she's always preached to me to stay nice. "
"She's always hoped you'd avoid the torment she's been through. "
"Torment?"
"Putting on a saintly act for the rest of the community. "
The intimate revelations of the conversation softened her wariness. She did not object when her father began unbuttoning her old shirt. Let him look at her titties in her bra and compare the sizes of the tits to his memories of the tits of his long-time-ago sweetheart, her mother.
With narcissistic adoration, she glanced down at her own tits. Her tits were fining out to really stuff the white cups these days. The added lusts in her daddy's eyes were reward enough for allowing him this privilege of undressing her tits.
Of course she should have known he would not stop there. He supplied the shirt from her shoulders and tossed the garment aside on the grass. His hand went directly, from long practice with other bras, to the clasp in the back of the bra band.
His eyes glittered. His cock rammed upward toward his belt.
Vera's eyes glittered. His cock rammed upward toward his belt.
Vera's shoulders twitched to the wonderful sensations shooting through her tits at the first touches of her own father's fingers. Some corner of her conscience still objected to the incestual implications of this relationship.
But, after all, if she was a born whore, as he said, why should she have any scruples about messing around with any stud with a hard-on?
Her most natural reaction seemed to demand taking hold of that cock standing up close to her belly. What a thrilling feeling in her hand, sending fresh flashes of lightning through her cunt. His cock was bloated to such bone-hard tightness. Did she really excite his lusts that much? His cock must be about ready to pop, this soon, before any foreplay.
Her own man certainly had not lost any of his virility. This erection was just as tensely rigid as his teen-age son's hard-on.
This older cocksman had the deft caresses of long experience. Every pinching and pulling movement of his fingers on her nipples drove her blind with passion. She showed her appreciation by pumping his cock faster, and by lifting and cuddling his huge balls.
His hands unzipped her jeans. Letting her daddy undress her must be all right, she told herself.
This randy man liked to ogle her in plain white cotton everyday panties. Her cunt responded by convulsing, and dampening the crotch of the underpants.
"I knew it! You're a hot one!" her father ranted.
Like a curious schoolboy, he poked the wet fabric into the trough of her crotch, feeling up her pussy. He especially fumbled with the upper pocket of her cunt groove, stimulating her clitty.
She jerked and thrust forward. She could not refuse him now. She wanted more and more.
Of course she would allow this randy older man to strip down her white underpants. He had earned the right to look at, touch, and explore her most secret core.
Tit for tat. She got a big kick out of jerking him off in exchange for all the wondrous sensations he caused by manipulating in her tits and finger-fucking her pussy.
For a gal who had since the hog-barn incident sworn off sex forever, she was getting a lot of nerve-tingling excitement out of this lustful stud's cunning petting.
Vera peered down at her own underbelly, where one of his hands was partly buried, rubbing among dark curly tufts of hair.
Her daddy's grand cock which she stroked was getting more purplish and angry-looking all the time. Inner muscles of the hard-on constricted in her grasp. The mammoth stalk of the cock lurched forward. Her father's balls drew up.
Once more she was accomplishing the magic trick, as she had for Andrew and for Uncle Henry. Any second, now, Dad's cock would fire. Gobs of the gunk that she had pumped out of his balls would come hurtling out of the tiny mouth of the tip of the cockhead into daylight.
Her father stopped stroking. She moaned her disappointment, and shuttled the sheath of skin on his cock more rapidly and violently.
"Why are we standing around?" Dad quipped.
What a relief to learn he was just changing positions. Allowing her parent to lower her half-dressed body to the sod seemed right and expected. Dad's strong hands tried to spread her thighs. The hobbling panties and jeans at her knees hindered his lustful intentions.
Vera felt, with increasing gratitude, her daddy yank her pants and then her underpants down her legs and off her feet. She looked down the length of her torso with mounting passion. She was totally naked except for her sports shoes in the presence of this rampaging male animal. Her tits stuck upward proudly erected.
How masterful he was. He flung her legs far apart, and kneeled between them. His throbbing erection dripped on her cunt. One hand reached for a nipple. The contact produced another electrical shock. Her pussy throbbed.
How wonderful sex was with a knowing man. They lived in the same house. They could pet like this all the time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her father's shoulders were bent between her eyes and the setting sun. Never had his face looked so adorable. She loved this older man. He was so kind and considerate. His every touch thrilled her so. She was learning from him. She would play this sex game any way he wanted to play it.
Dad took hold of his hard-on and guided the bloated cockhead into the wet envelope of her cunt. Vera gasped and moaned. Her daddy's rubbery prick-knob dragged along the delicate petal edges of her pussylips. Her hips twitched. The involuntary reactions were agonizing. More fuck fluid gushed from her pussy, trickling down her ass.
His cock-bulb pressed against her clitoris. She squealed. The ecstasy was almost beyond endurance.
That was too much. All hell broke loose in her guts. She yowled like a pussy cat in heat. The violence of the convulsions seemed to be rippling her inside out.
Her hands clenched. Her toes curled. Her head rolled from side to side. She creamed all over her ass.
Dad laughed. "Just like your Mommie!"
He moved the end of his cock lower. She could feel the rigid pecker prodding to enter. She no longer cared. In the midst of thrashing fits, nothing mattered but the turbulence within.
There was a peculiar strained ache as the cock butted against her cherry. Daddy hesitated, surprised. Had he forgotten she was virgin?
With his balls about to eject their load and her tossed by this rutting orgasm, she would not have expected any man to resist the temptation to fuck her proffered cunt.
Her father exclaimed. "Here goes, Honey!"
He grabbed a tit in each hand, crushing painfully tight. His head leaned down, his mouth smashed her lips, and his tongue pried its way inward. Like a rampaging bull's, his hips thrust.
She felt like her entire lower torso was ripped apart, split her in two. Her scream was muffled by his deep kisses. The raw torn edges of her cherry stung her to tears, as the hardness of his cock rubbed inward.
For the first time, she knew that the sensation of this invader stretching the sidewalls of her cunt was even better than Uncle Henry's pecker spreading her asshole. So this was what real fucking felt like.
The spasming linings of her pussy clutched the penetrating cock, as the hardness delved deeper and deeper into her vitals. Like palpitating fingers, constricting muscles squeezed and massaged her daddy's cock.
Her liberated fuck channel could sense the burning demands of his lusts.
Vera whimpered and sobbed. This was all too wonderful. She could understand why any girl would become a nymphomaniac, once she found out what genuine fucking felt like.
Daddy's balls rapped her ass. She bit his tongue as his cock drew outward. Rough veins and cords rasped across freshly ripped remnants of her cherry. Her hips lifted, following his retreat. Now she wanted nothing else but the full length of his hard prick.
His cock fucked slowly in and out. Every stroke stimulated marvelous reactions in her. She could not stop the cumming.
She arched her knees, instinctively offering her cunt for a more direct alignment for Daddy's thrilling thrusts.
He fucked still deeper. His cockhead bumped against delicate nerve centers far up in her belly.
She hooked her hands back of his ass, pulling his cock even more savagely into her long-secret pussy. His tempo increased. The way she had primed his passions by pumping his cock, she expected his testicles would soon go out of control.
As voyeur, she had witnessed her brother dump his load out of his balls as soon as his cock entered his mom's pussy. But this old pro, their dad, knew how to prolong the pleasure for both partners.
She wanted to stay right here in the cow pasture with Daddy, under him-fucking-for the rest of her life.
Vera no longer knew when one climax ended and another started. Her vitals wretched and wormed continuously. Her naked body groveled on the grassy ground. Her arms and legs twitched and flopped. She keened and sobbed past the tongue ramming down her throat.
Her daddy's loving fingers tweaked her titties. Sparks flashed behind her eyeballs. She was becoming accustomed to the irritation of friction on the torn cherry. His pelvis pounded her clitty. Lightning seared her guts. Every forward thrust of his cock strained to touch base with magical sensations far up inside her abdomen.
She could tell that this experienced cocksman reveled in her continuous stamina, her ability to keep cumming. She was proving to be a good fuck. Her spasms thrilled his cock. Her daddy would be back for more of the same kind of fucking around, many times in the future, she was sure.
He could not hold back any longer. The clutching muscles of her cunt jacked off his marvelous cock. More than ever, she had proof that male and female fuck organs could blend mutual orgasms. She could feel the extra buildup of heat and the tensing of all muscles and cords in his prick just before the first spurt.
The jabs of his hard-on came shorter and quicker. She felt the cockhead bob up and down in her newly opened pussy channel. The blast of his ejection rapped against delicate nerve centers.
Vera squealed as her own explosions intensified the sweet ecstasy.
He braced himself, digging the turf with the toes of his shoes, to drill deeper. Every recoiling shot jarred his heavy frame.
She sobbed her anguished joy. Nothing mattered but the rapture of the moment. Her conscience nagged-both the incest and the certainty of conception-but she would worry about those matters tomorrow.
His lurching balls tickled her asshole. His cock bucked in her belly. His stiffened tongue fucked the roof of her mouth like a second hard-on. His hands played spark-flashing tunes with her tits.
His cock seemed to have an endless supply of cum bullets. Where the flurry of spending was all over with quickly for Andy, their old man could fuck all evening. His endurance wore down the sharpness of her persistent cumming.
There were limits to the attention spans of sex drives, even to a teen-ager in heat.
She was relieved when his surges quieted, and he slumped down, smashing her into the green grass. His inert body was really too heavy on her nakedness, but she would not complain.
Vera was grateful that her daddy was no selfish rapist.
But one shooting session was not enough for him.
She could feel his cock softening, and shortening, drawing back in her cunt while he sprawled on top of her belly, with his sides heaving. She wriggled her ass in protest, hoping to keep his prick stimulated.
When his prick finally slipped out, smeared with sperm, she was amazed how badly his cock had shrunk.
Believing the celebration was finished, she twisted around to reach for her clothes. His eyes renewed their gleam, ogling the jiggling of her tits. His cock stirred.
She smiled, glad to know her sexiness still affected him. Her jeans were more than an arm's length away. She turned, leaning far ahead. His cock filled out fatter. Her cunt spasmed.
When her naked ass rose up before him, his prick jerked upright, thumping his navel. Her pussy pulsed. So soon again after feeling sexually drained, the sight of a hard-on set her fuck juice to flowing.
She reluctantly drew her garments nearer. She wished they had more time to romp freely here.
Her daddy took hold of his prick and began rolling the foreskin up and down. The cock swelled and tightened still more. Drops of moisture dripped from the piss hole in the tip. Her passions zoomed higher.
How could their wonderful session end so quickly? They were both wanting more.
Her hand went to her clitty. She would have to masturbate hurriedly while watching her father jerk off. What a disappointment. Finger-fucking herself could never again be satisfying after a genuine fuck with such a stud.
"Here! Let me do that for you!" Dad ordered, crossly. He still could not get used to the idea of her being wanton.
She eagerly seized his cock to exchange petting. She arched her hips to push her pussy toward him.
He had the magic touch. Every wiggle of her clitoris by his fingertip zapped electrical sparks through her guts.
She forgot the milk cows she had come to take home. She forgot the warnings of the lateness of the lowering sun. She existed only as a cunt ready to get fucked, again.
She pulled his prick toward her crotch. "Put it in!"
"You little mink!" the aroused man chuckled.
She interpreted that chuckle as just one more indication that her horny daddy intended to fuck her often from now on.
"Oh, Daddy! I love your cock when it's so hard!"
His attention shifted from her soupy cunt to her small and firm tits. "You're beautiful! Simply beautiful! Your tits are just the right size!"
She glanced down at her tits. She usually felt apologetic about her lack. If her daddy said her titties tempted him, they must be sexy.
"You make my tits feel so good when you play with them. "
"My old cock would like to become closer acquainted with your pretty tits. "
"What?"
"Here! Let me fuck your tits!"
"But-How?"
"Try leaning back on your elbows. "
Following instructions, semi-reclining, Vera was pleased to note how her chest thrust forward prominently, making her tits look bigger.
Her father straddled her. The swaying bag of his hairy balls dragged ticklingly across the socket of her navel. Every variation in contact with her randy father offered fresh thrills. He gripped his cock and rubbed the gaping lips of the miniature mouth in the tip of the hard-on across her nipple. Lightning
zigzagged through her. Hotter fireworks sizzled in her cunt. Her pussy juice puddled on the sod.
He mashed the tit back into the sensitive soft pillow of its mound with his cock.
Her shoulders bucked forward to fuck more fiercely against his cock.
"Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h!" she gasped.
His other hand returned to her cunt. Her hips jerked every time his fingers scrubbed up and down in her sloppy wetness. His upstrokes always collided with her clitty, sending electrical shocks up through her belly.
Tit and clit seemed equally sensitive under his double caresses. She just could not take this clever attack without cumming, again and again. Great tidal waves rushed through her. She squealed and panted. Her hips fucked her cunt against her daddy's hand.
During the worst of her contortions, he shifted to rest the length of his cock in the valley between the small globes of her tits. She had often wished the mounds were larger, but he took her hands and demonstrated how she could shove the soft flesh inward from both sides, to encircle the up-gliding cock.
To her surprise, she could sense in her own tits the tingling expectancy he was feeling in his hard-on. The feverishly hot contact of the distended club of his lusts sent surges of increased passions throughout her.
If she had known about this position in the past-getting such powerful thrills without risk of being knocked up-she would have encouraged young studs to fuck her tits long before this.
Sometimes her daddy fucked his prick so far upward between her tits that the bulb end of his cock bumped her chin.
"Want to lick my prick?" he panted.
"Can't reach it. "
In spite of her excuses, she lowered her head and was able to lap her tongue briefly across the exposed underside of the vulnerable neck of the hard-on. The extra jerking of the muscles in the length of the prick indicated that she had scored a hit.
So close below her eyes, the end bulb of the cockhead darkened more purplish, gorging tighter with pre-ejection tension. The bulging cords and veins in the skin of the prick foretold the roiling in his bobbing balls.
Daddy wheezed, "Open your mouth!"
"How can I suck cock so far away from me?"
The answer came in the next upward straining pistoning. Only inches from her gaze, the great whitish gob of cum spurted from the tiny orifice in the tip of the angry-looking bloated prickhead. The slime spattered on her neck and chin. The second squirt blasted her lips and nose.
Too late, she dropped her jaw. Her aim was not true. More prick pudding smeared her cheeks. She felt triumphant when the flying cum pellets smacked more directly against her tongue.
This was, indeed, a variation on the game of sucking cock.
She swallowed, hastily, and opened her mouth wider for the next bullets. They were smaller and less powerful.
Watching her daddy spend his cum set off new eruptions in her belly. Her cunt gulped like a hungry mouth, snapping at his stroking fingers. Her entire ass was drenched with her fuck juices.
The violence of her orgasms seemed to be tearing her to pieces. Her bare ass ground against the roughness of the turf. Spears of grass tickled her asshole.
"You're a holy terror!" her father puffed, admiringly.
"Nobody ever made me feel so . . . so horny as you do!" What a crazy time to try to carry on a conversation. She gobbled more flying jism.
"I've been watching you blossom. Watching your hips and your tits round out. Waiting and wishing for this day!"
Had he deliberately planned incest? That was contradictory to everything her parents had taught her.
She no longer cared about the rules and regulations of high moral standards. The only thing that mattered was the extreme ecstasy this man knew how to bring her.
"Iwant you to fuck me all the time. Every day. "
Her father chuckled. "That's scarcely possible. Around where your mother and other people might catch us. "
Should she tell her daddy that his own wife was equally guilty? Screwing around with their teen-age son?"
Such a disclosure of incestuous infidelity would surely cause a family fight. Maybe make her parents separate.
Better to allow the incriminating incidents remain her secret.
Later, as they trailed the milk cows homeward in lowering darkness, he had instructed her with concern, "Your mother keeps douching supplies behind her panties and bras in the back of the left hand top drawer of the dresser in our bedroom. Go flush out as soon as you can. "
"But I have milking to do. And I'm really late. "
"I'll find some excuse to cover for you. Don't delay. Do a thorough job of spraying way up inside. "
His anxiety started her to worrying and feeling even more guilty.
CHAPTER NINE
The following Sunday was the annual church picnic. Never before had Vera Kerr dared to dress so revealingly in this sanctimonious crowd. She knew now that neither of her parents were in any position to protest her sudden lack of modesty.
If her mother criticized her choice of clothing or her liberalized attitude in any way, she would hint around publicly that she had evidence that her own saintly-acting mom was a two-faced hypocrite.
Her old man had proved to be a good sport about their new relationship. Not only had he told her where to find Mom's douching equipment in the dresser drawer, but the next trip into town he brought his daughter a good supply of birth control pills.
What more proof did a gal need that she was going to get plenty of fucking right here at home?
Flushing his jism out of her cunt canal was another first-time experience for a recent virgin. The forcible squirts of water were thrilling. Almost like getting fucked again.
For the picnic, she had put on a pale blue knit tank top without any bra. Her nipples tensed in anticipation of the shocked responses of the religious prudes as she wickedly displayed her pert little tits. She saw with mounting passions that the two erected nips stretched the fabric like two poking fingertips.
She wore her briefest blue short-shorts, which she had never had the courage to appear in before. They were so form-fittingly snug they molded to her cute belly and drew into the hollows. With added excitement, she saw that the ridge of her mound was clearly outlined. The dark fabric dipped inward slightly between the lips of her pussy.
The skimpy pants were so short they scarcely cupped the cheeks of her ass. So when she bent forward, the round cheeks of her ass slid out into plain view.
At the picnic assembly grounds, Vera looked around and was soon satisfied that she was the most revealingly exposed-and thus the sexiest-girl present. Her tits tingled and her cunt dripped at the way she drew the lascivious stares of the deceptively religious males, from ogling white-haired grandpas, who probably could no longer get hard-ons, down to school brats who had not yet thrilled to the nerve-jangling sensations of erections.
She was also receiving strongly disapproving reactions from scowling and muttering wives and mothers. As well as the envious resentment of less daringly attired church-school friends.
Already, her nipples were erected. And the short-shorts clung damply to her feverish pussy.
She was especially happy to note that Uncle Henry Snyder rolled his eyes to sneak glimpses of her bare skin, every chance he got away from Aunt Sarah. She had the titillating assurance that she could cum through another long fucking session with him anytime they could get together. Maybe this time he would fuck her cunt as well as her asshole.
But today she planned to concentrate on seducing her cousin, Leon Snyder. She had lusted for his cock for a long time. Now that she knew how the real fucking game was played and need not fear getting knocked up, she intended to revel in the forbidden ecstasy of feeling his prick spew its incestuous cum directly into her womb.
Available space at the picnic tables were soon occupied by parents and small children. Managing to sit near Leon on a blanket on the ground among a group of young folks proved easy.
Looking around her, Vera was convinced more than ever that she and her young friends were merely rutting animals. They came together apparently motivated by hunger for food and social fellowship when actually each one secretly anticipated sexual release.
Certainly, her long bare legs below the short-shorts were on display more temptingly than they would be tucked under a table. Shivers of delight ran through Vera when she caught horny young studs peering at the hollows in the inner sides of her thighs, so near her cunt, half hoping to see sprigs of pussy hair.
Glancing at Leon, she found his scowling face reddened. His disapproval bothered her at first. She wanted him to like her. How else could she get him to fuck her?
Most of the other girls came in shorts, too. Some others wore sun dresses. To compete in nakedness, certain ones raked up their hemlines high across their bare thighs. Others sat on the sod with their knees arched so the crotch bands of their panties were visible to the boys.
Studying the sun-tanned legs of each church girl in turn, Vera decided that not only did she dare to expose the most soft thigh flesh to male ogling, but that she had the most shapely and sexy legs. She could not allow Leon to spoil the fun of the attention she was attracting.
She found excuses to flop her knees about while perched on the blanket, spreading her thighs, giving the guys a good crotch show. Peering down, she verified that the front fly of the blue shorts was darkening with flowing moisture.
As her eyes swept around the group, she noticed that Andrew, like Leon, objected to her wanton baiting of the boys. With brotherly pro-tectiveness, he was both embarrassed and angry.
Her temper flared in response. After Andy's incestuous lack of control, mounting his own mother like a stallion, what right had he to judge his sister's passions?
Vera observed that while some of these fellows were lovers of her bare legs, others watched every jiggling bounce of her half-covered tits.
Some of the other girls had come bra-less. The exact shapes of other pert schoolgirl tit mounds, with fabric-punching center nibs, were on public display for randy admirers. Vera's nipples twitched under the gawking gazes of tempted youths as she peeked down to make sure she was exhibiting more of the upper halves of her tits than anyone else dared. Her rosy tits were scarcely covered. In fact, some of the darker part of one areola was visible above the neckline of her knit top.
Vera had always assumed her church friends were remaining chaste, like herself until now. From the liberated actions while eating on this blanket, she began to wonder which ones had already lost their cherries, as she had so recently.
Appraising each girl, she tried to detect some facial expression, some gesture, or some merry chatter that would betray whether she was fucking around.
Which of the other sassy misses hoped to lose their cherries here today?
Vera surveyed the bulging crotches of the sprawling guys. She tried to picture what their schoolboy pricks must look like, squeezed up inside their briefs. Was any one of them particularly well hung?
What measurements would she find if she lined them up naked and with hard-ons?
What an exciting sight that would be!
Vera's pussy pulsed, squeezing out more fuck juice at the mental image.
How many of these innocent-acting religious youths had fucked his prick up inside some girl's tight little pussy, and shot her womb full of baby seed?
Was it possible there were still virile teen-agers afraid of getting into paternity trouble-Like her brother Andy had until Mom broke him in-in spite of modern pills? Besides douches and rubbers?
Would any of these impatient young male animals know various tricks of foreplay or different positions Like Daddy?
She doubted that any of them was as good a lover as her own father.
During the picnic, Vera sought reasons to lean far forward across the blanket, reaching for casseroles. She gloated in the awareness that many eyes, both male and female, followed the swaying of her small but pendulous tits. Spectators hoped that her swollen tits would slide out of the low-scooped neckline of her blue tank top, she was sure.
She loved the way she had all these supposedly puritanical young jocks gawking.
She still wished her cousin, Leon, as well as her brother, Andy, would get into the right spirit. She did not want trouble from either of them, trying to stop her from getting a piece of ass.
Vera smiled her satisfaction at being a bad influence. To compete with her, other girls gradually imitated her exhibitionist actions. Schoolgirl legs spread wide. Blouses were unbuttoned far down, showing off more cleavage.
Guys, too, were no longer afraid to allow stiffening cocks to tent out the fronts of their shorts or trousers.
What a mock orgy this was turning out to be, right here within sight and hearing of their parents!
She wished somebody would be brave enough to strum her clitty where everybody could watch.
She saw Leon rising up with fists clenched. He would be crazy enough to try to fight off all her admirers.
She quickly chased caressing hands away. "Stop it! What's the matter with you?"
She hastily straightened the knit top to hide all of the spheres of her small tits.
Leon settled back. But he was still glowering darkly.
Vera's cousin also had unexpected allies among the jealous girls. Tempted youths departed with them, skulking.
Couple after couple disappeared into the bushes. Only Vera with Leon and Andy with Susie were left on the picnic blanket.
Her cousin was even more bashful than before. She had work to do here, seducing him.
Vera chirped, cheerfully, "See that tall apple tree over there? Want to go chew green windfalls?"
"Them sour things? After all these sweet deserts?" said Leon.
"They're not as sour as you're acting. Picking fights, and everything. "
"Well, you shouldn't let 'em paw you. "
"Don't you want me to have fun?"
"Not that kind. With such rowdy fools. "
"Sometimes I wonder about you. You used to play nice with everybody, " Vera said.
"Things are different, now. "
"What things?" She knew well enough what he was protesting.
"You know! Your . . . your shape!"
"My tits? My ass?"
She enjoyed the way both Leon and Andy winced at her crude language.
Vera continued, "You wouldn't want me to stay that straight stick of a little girl, would you? While you've grown to be such a big strong muscle man?"
His chest puffed out. "I coulda made them sorry they bothered you. "
"I can take care of myself. Girls do as they please, nowadays, you know. "
Leon squirmed in protest. "Why can't you stay nice?"
"I'm growing up. Aren't you?"
He did not like the sound of that. "There's differences of fun. We can't lose our souls to worldly sins. "
She had heard that kind of shit all her life. How could her dad denounce carnal desires, then fuck his own daughter? How could her mother lecture her about chastity, then seduce her own son?
She sneered at Leon. "Do you really believe all these horny kids are going to Hell?"
Andrew spoke up: "They sure aren't acting very saintly. "
Vera whirled on her brother. "What about the times you jack off in the wheat bin?"
Susan gasped. "How would you know that?"
Vera bobbed her head and smirked. "Andy knows how I know. "
Vera hoped Andy appreciated her kindness at not revealing to these others that the only reason he had not fucked her in the granary was because they were both afraid he would make a baby in her.
Leon bristled. "What right you got going spying on him?"
"What degrees of difference are there between self-pollution and what's going on over there?" Vera pointed toward the moaning sounds of a girl in orgasm beyond the trees.
Andy said, "When a guy's balls get full, he's in pain till he empties 'em. "
Susan flared at him, speaking for Vera and all females, "What about when a gal gets the hots?"
Leon accused both of them. "Nice girls don't!"
"Let me tell you, there isn't any such thing as a nice girl. " Susie was very impatient with Leon's shitty ideas.
Andrew argued, "You don't have the trouble of blue balls. "
Susan spread her knees and rocked her hips forward to indicate the wetness of the crotch of her shorts. "And you don't have the trouble of creaming all the time you're around the opposite sex. "
Vera saw her brother's cock lurch in his shorts. She pointed to the bulge. "Ho, ho! You better jerk off, quick! Or your balls will swell up and bust!"
Leon whirled away in disgust. "You're both acting sinful!"
Susan snarled, "We're both looking for action! Same as all the other girls!"
Leon stomped angrily around a clump of trees.
CHAPTER TEN
Vera followed Leon. She had accomplished one part of her strategy, being alone with him, out of sight of their parents and other people.
"The apple tree is over this direction, " she said.
"Go ahead. If you Like sour apples. "
"I don't like sour grapes, " she replied. "Don't be mad and take it out on everybody because you want something you can't reach. "
"Don't know what you're talking about. "
"You know very well you've been wanting to get between my legs ever since you've been old enough to get hard-ons. "
Her frankness offended him still worse. "I simply don't know you any more. "
"Isn't letting nature take its course between a guy and a gal less sinful than beating off alone?"
His steps lengthened, to get away from her. "I don't even want to talk to you!"
Vera laughed. She ran and caught up with him, and took his elbow. She steered him toward the apple tree.
Leon was still jittery. He flinched when her erected nipple in the thin knit tank top brushed his bare arm.
She sure had a lot of work to do before she could hope for his cock in her cunt.
His embarrassment increased and he hung back when the found other young people already under the apple tree, munching the tart fruit. She had to make difficult choices, of turning aside with him or joining them.
One of the youths sighted them and darted over to playfully wedge an apple in the cleft between Vera's tits, exposed above the scooped neckline of her blue tank top. "There! You got three tits!"
"Her biggest boob is in the middle, " spitefully snipped a girl with big tits.
"I kinda like hers, just the size they are, " another guy said. He boldly cupped the underside of a mound, to lift and display its shape. He nearly pushed her nipple out of the neckline.
The contact created all that old wonderful buzz in Vera's breasts. Her pussy pulsed. She could feel added new drippings down her thighs for everyone to see.
Vera was quickly surrounded. Hands were on her tits, her ass, and even between her legs.
"How about this?" One of her school friends dared to reach inside the thin knit, fumbling with her tit as he placed an apple against her nipple. The roundness projected outward like an over-padded bra.
"Kinda lopsided, ain't she?" Not to be outdone, another guy deliberately massaged Vera's other tit before locating a second apple inside her blue top.
Vera's cunt vibrated. She had never expected to be the center of such a wickedly erotic game. She loved everything the boys were doing to her. This could easily turn into a gang bang, if she were lucky.
Leon flew at her attackers with both fists hammering. "Leave her alone! She isn't that kind!"
Their school mates grabbed his arms and stopped him.
As he struggled, raging, one of the girls shrilled, "What you need is something hard poking out the front of your pants. "
She reached inside his shorts with an apple, leaving the roundness bulging his fly far forward.
Another girl giggled. "That's bigger than his real prick, isn't it?"
"Let's see!"
Taking advantage of his helplessness as the boys held him, a simpering group of girls unzipped Leon's fly and fumbled inside for his prick and his balls. By the time they maneuvered his cock outside into daylight, their caresses had his prickshaft swollen and half-hard. Their eager hands rolled the foreskin forward and back.
Vera stood gaping at her cousin's long-secret cock. Even though she had been seeing and handling other pricks, this cock seemed very special to her, because she had lusted for him so long.
As Vera had hoped Leon's cock was expanding to larger than average size. Her pussy quivered, anticipating the feel of that male hardness penetrating the very core of her sensuality and stretching the walls of her pussy.
"No! Don't!" Leon kicked and flailed his arms, tearing loose from his captors. He whirled and dashed away, with his cock flopping from side to side.
Vera's admirers tried to detain her for more fun and games. But she knew her first responsibility was to her distraught cousin. "I better go after him. "
"You won't get any jazzing from him, " one boy said.
"He shouldn't be alone, right now. " She dutifully trotted after Leon. The two apples bobbed in her knit top, rubbing her tender tits pleasantly.
After a raging charge, her cousin slowed. He wandered about, bumping blindly into trees. His softening prick still dangled from his fly. When Vera caught up with him, his face was distorted with wrath and tears flooded his cheeks.
"Why? Why, oh, why do people have to be so sinful?" he cried.
"They're just acting natural. "
"Why does human nature have to be so wicked?"
"After all, we're just animals that have to mate. " He winced.
With heart-beats pounding in her ears, and cunt clinching, Vera timidly took hold of the long-sought plaything of his prick. Her pussy spasmed as the cock lurched at her touch. The wonderful prick began lengthening and swelling in her grasp.
Feeling a hard-on always sent such marvelous sensations through her tits and cunt. This prick was extra special. She was finally making real one of her most potent sexual fantasies.
She lovingly rolled back the shielding foreskin and gazed at the wide-flanged tightening prick-knob. She hoped to soon feel this cock scraping deep inside her.
Leon jumped back, wrenching the half-hard weight of his prick from her fingers. "No! Don't be Like all them other sluts!"
"But, big boy! This messing around with me is something you've been wanting for years. "
"No! We can't!"
"I've seen the longing in your face. In your eyes. Even during church services. "
"No! No! That's sacrilege!"
Even while he denied his temptations, his gaze swept lewdly from the ridiculous extremes of the apples padding her tits in her dark knit top, down to the wetness of the front of her meager crotch covering.
Vera thrilled in anticipation as her cousin absently took hold of his own bloated cock and began rapidly shuttling the foreskin forward and back. Muscles and cords tightened, levering the hard-on upright. Whitish dew dripped from the puffed tip.
With increasing wildness, Leon dug inside his shorts and also dragged out the wrinkled and hairy pouch of his balls. He squeezed his balls and rubbed the undersides of the two egg-shaped seed-producing glands, while he viciously pumped his prick.
Vera realized her cousin was angrily jacking off in protest of the stimulation he could not suppress while standing ogling her near-nakedness. What better proof did he need that they should be doing something about their mutual temptation?
She had to get into the act before his cock blasted off, and wasted his jism in mid-air. "Here! Let me whip the pudding out of your cock for you!"
For the second time within minutes, her driving passions gave her courage to grab that bone-hard prick. The powerful reaction throughout her own body was a long-denied fulfillment of her erotic dreams.
Oh, what a glorious event in her sex life this church picnic was bringing her! She wantonly seized his hand, and rubbed up and down in the soft trough of her cunt, inside her soaked shorts so he could enjoy in turn all the thrills of mutual petting. For an instant she believed she had him hooked. His fingers moved instinctively, to feel up her offered pussy.
With his cock in her hand, her hips fucked her cunt against his stroking hand. Already the pressure on her clitty had her right on the edge of cumming.
"No!" Leon raged, "We can't! We mustn't! This is incest!"
He tore his pecker out of her grasp. He staggered away into the bushes, wrathfully beating his own meat.
Vera saw with great disappointment that he was trying to finish himself off, to cool his own lusts. Her hands went to soothe her burning cunt and aching tits. The two-way diddling left her so near release she had to trigger her orgasm, too.
She had failed, so far, to trap her cousin into messing around with her, to satisfy her as well as empty his balls.
She needed better bait.
She must take a more direct approach.
Glancing about, fearing watching eyes, she unfastened the waistband, and unzipped the fly, of her blue shorts. The meager garment slumped slowly toward her bare knees. She bent forward to gaze, with added passions, at the wet and snarled curls of her cunt fur.
How could any male resist the temptations of such a provocative sight?
Her fingers lovingly caressed the delicate pink lips of her pussy and toyed with her clitty. She strode after her masturbating cousin.
She could only hope she could revive his lusts for her before he wasted the fire-power of his cock in midair.
Ahead of her, Leon abruptly quit hammering his hard-on. He leaned his head forward to listen. He held up a hand to stop Vera's approach. His fingers on his lips signaled for her to avoid speaking or asking questions.
Vera heard the whimpering, too. She recognized the gasping ecstasy of a female caught by passion. Stumbling upon such an erotic scene here in the woods set Vera to digging deeper into her cunt and mauling a tit.
Despite his puritanical refusals to get sexually involved with Vera, Leon excitedly inched forward to lasciviously spy on another couple fucking. His fist shuttled the sheath of skin up and down his cock faster than before. Watching him, Vera was miffed that he would rather masturbate than pet with her. They were both headed toward cumming solo.
The female voice beyond the bushes shrilled, "Remember the first time we tried doing it this way?"
The blood seemed to freeze in Vera's veins. That voice were all too familiar. The speaker certainly did not sound Like any giddy young schoolgirl. Vera's conscience rejected impulses to identify the individual as any of the women of the church whom she knew so well.
"I was so proud to show you my first hard-on, " a man repUed.
Vera recognized the voice as one she had heard often. Her mind still balked at accusing anyone.
Leon stalked within sight of the panting pair. He stopped short and staggered back. His hands were suspended in front of him, suddenly forgetting to churn his cock or rub his balls.
Apprehensively, yet driven by curiosity, Vera tiptoed forward. She, too, was unwilllng to accept the harsh evidence before her eyes.
That just could not be her own mother sitting on the sod, so nearly undressed. Mom's skirts were raked up around her waist, and her panties had been tossed aside in the grass. Her legs were flung wide, offering the flaring brownish lips of her cunt to the man's hand.
She discarded her blouse and brassiere, leaving her naked from midriff up. Her huge and usually drooping purple-veined tits jutted out, tensely aroused. Male fingers plucked one of her dark nipples, which looked hard as knobs.
Still more difficult for Vera to believe was the fact that Mom's sexual partner was her own brother, Uncle Henry Snyder. Vera could understand why Leon was taking this so hard, catching his religious dad in such an incestuous situation.
The horny uncle, who had already fucked Vera's asshole, knelt behind his sister's shoulder, fucking his erection under her armpit. Mom cooperated by clamping her upper arm tight on his rigid prick. She hunched her shoulder so every forward stroke of the head of the prick bumped her tits.
The woman simpered. "At least this kept you from planting a bastard baby in my belly. "
As disillusioned voyeur, Vera raked her knit tank tops above the ledge of her tits, so she could angrily yank one of her nips. She continued to frig her exposed clitty.
Her uncle puffed, "I've always liked this position best, because you gave me my first fuck. Nobody makes me feel as randy as you do, Sis. "
Vera was appalled and further enraged.
According to their own admissions, these two trusted relatives had been messing around sexually with each other for years.
How dare Mom repeatedly lecture her about chastity?
The wanton old slut had early in life fucked her own brother. Nowadays, the old whore did not hesitate to seduce her own teenage son.
Vera could not tear her gaze from their strange method of fucking. She gaped as her uncle leaned far forward over his sister's head, prodding his prick against Mom's big tit. Her mother tucked her brother's balls under her arm, squeezing them. His torso shuddered and jerked. He grunted and wheezed. His angry-looking cockhead spurted white paste on the sisterly tit.
Mom squealed. Her legs flailed the turf. Her cunt strained against her brother's stroking hand. Fuck syrup gushed from her brownish pussy gash, to flood the grass.
Masturbating wildly, Vera muttered, "No wonder I'm such a nympho!"
At the sound of her voice, Leon glanced sideways at her. He spun from glaring in shame at his incestuous dad to ogling the two out jutting tits. His muscles flipped the bloated knob of his cock into the socket of his navel. Muscles spasmed in the trunk of his cock. Whitish they dripped from the tip.
Beyond the bushes, Uncle Henry continued to spurt sperm on his sister's tits. Mom lifted a big tit with her hand and licked up the oozing fuck juice.
Vera seized her cousin's bone-hard cock. She tugged impatiently, aiming the prickhead toward her cunt. His attention dropped to the dark patch of her cunt fur and the rosy lips of her pussy which her fingers were invitingly spreading. His balls jerked upward on shortening cords. He staggered nearer, entranced by the satiny entrance to her pussy channel.
Vera was sure she finally had him hooked.
Mom whinnied like a mare in heat as her brother strummed her clitty with one hand and a titty with the other. She groveled on the ground, rocking and squirming and panting. Her upper arm hugged his pistoning prick and caught his dangling balls on the forward strokes.
Leon's hard-on bobbed within Vera's grasp, signaling jism boiling upward from his balls. Vera raised on tiptoe and bent one knee aside, trying to stuff his stiff prick into her fuck slot before it was too late.
Her overwrought expectations were too much to withstand. All hell broke loose in her belly.
Convulsions knotted her guts. Internal explosions jolted her. Her hands clenched. Her toes curled. Her teeth gritted.
Jerking muscles in her hips strained her cunt far forward, toward her cousin's cock. Her pussy constricted and spasmed, oozing milky gushes that spattered on her dark short-shorts bunched around her bare knees.
Leon wrenched back from her in horrified revulsion.
"Damned whoring Jezebels!" he growled.
He could not tolerate the concept of his "nice" relatives as victims of carnal sins.
He still wanted to compare her sex life to the world of the livestock on their farms, where the male chased the female. She might submit to getting bred, but she was not supposed to enjoy it.
Vera had seen that Leon was repeatedly disillusioned by her wanton displays of passion. He expected her to stay innocent and pure. He believed that male lusts justified his jacking off to empty his balls at regular intervals, but she had no right to act as lewd as a guy.
Leon stood scowling at Vera as her uncontrollable fits rocked her on her feet and sent her staggering about. He glowered more resentfully at his Aunt Jane, who was rolling on the ground with her own brother-his hypocritical father. Leon vengefully crushed his balls with one hand and wrathfully whipped his foreskin up and down with the other.
His hips hinged far forward. His flanks thrust and jerked, fucking space. Great gobs of milky cum ripped from the small slit in the tip of his cock, hurtling toward Vera. One wad splashed against a nipple, and dangled as slime from the tip. Another jab smashed into the depression of her navel. A third goo of jism flicked against her chin, so close to her lips that she licked down with her tongue to retrieve and taste the dessert, the way Mom was gobbling Uncle Henry's scum.
Vera could feel the dampness of other whitish squirts of cum tangling in her cunt hair. Some sperm even smacked right between the eagerly awaiting lips of her pussy.
Vera stood gaping at Leon's endurance. Once started, her cousin's prick kept firing its ammunition on and on, for the longest time.
If only she could be sharing his fire power by allowing him to spray his cum away up inside her pussy.
Imagining the sensations, as she had often done in her fantasies, set her cunt off on another round of agonizingly violent orgasms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vera realized that Leon, like Andrew in the granary, believed he was a one-shot masturbator. As soon as the twitchings of his self-induced ejections subsided, he slumped, acting weakened and weary. His grand hard-on immediately began softening and drooping. Whitish paste still oozed from the tiny aperture in the cockhead.
Leon stared in awe at the persistent potency of his father. Uncle Henry's big cock reared up as corded and bloated as before he had blasted off fucking Jane's armpit.
Vera watched in envy, fingering her clitty and a titty as her mother flopped over on her back on the sod. The matron reached up her arms to welcome her brother who had, according to their own words, been fucking her most of her life.
Mom's brownish cunt gash, stretched by childbirth and by the fondling fingers of men, was plainly displayed to Vera and Leon between her wide flung legs. Vera stared at the protruding pussy lips amid the snarled bristles and marveled that any man, particularly a brother, should still be tempted by such a distorted mess.
Leon turned away in disgust.
Uncle Henry was still as horny as a schoolboy with his first conquest. Vera frigged herself anew, and fuck juice ran down her legs as his magnificent cock thumped his navel when he leaned over his incestuous fucking partner. His great balls in their bag swung low, reminding Vera of the prominent pouch dangling between the hind legs of a bull.
She wondered how often, during his sexually active years, Uncle Henry had called upon those egg-shaped balls to belch up new batches of cum.
He smashed his mouth on his sister's lips. Vera saw Mom's jaws open and her tongue pry his teeth apart so she could fuck his oral cavity with her tongue.
There was nothing timid about the erotic demands of Vera's mother, despite all her lectures about the virtue of staying virginal. It was obvious now the woman had plenty of experience pleasing various men-at least two, Dad and Uncle-seeking to get her own thrills.
Vera resolved once more to appease her burning cunt by fucking any cock she could find.
Her uncle, who had so recently reamed out her asshole, toyed with one of Mom's long brown nips. He cupped a palm over the other huge tit, kneading the flesh. Mom's shoulders writhed, lifting from the turf to rub her tits more fiercely against his caressing hands.
Leon was offended by the sinful romping of his once-puritanical elders. Absently fingering his limp prick, he wandered away among the trees.
Vera sobbed, imagining the excruciating sensations when Uncle Henry prodded the end of his prick against Mom's clitoris. The older female's belly surged upward to meet his every thrust. Mom gasped and moaned, keening louder and louder by the moment.
Vera, as voyeur, had trouble silencing her own reactions while she masturbated her clitty. Her cunt twisted and thumped in envy, watching her mother reach for the man's pendulous balls. Mom bounced the sac in her palm: She rolled the egg-shaped balls between thumb and fingers.
With a squeal, Mom began shuddering and bouncing with her climax. In quick cooperation, her brother lowered his aim, and rammed his cock to the hilt inside her convulsing cunt canal. Vera saw his balls jerk upward. So soon after shooting his wads against Mom's tits, he was firing scum into her womb.
In envious empathy, Vera's cunt constricted in still another orgasm.
Before Vera, her mother bucked and wrenched.
Straining far forward, to penetrate deep, Uncle Henry rode her heaving torso. His asscheeks clenched, his balls twitched, his toes scratched the sod.
Watching them, Vera was rocked on her feet by the violence of her internal explosions.
Over to Vera's left, in the direction Leon had drifted, a girl shrilled, "Get outta here! Leave us alone!"
Leon snarled, "You pig! You filthy sluttish sow!"
Curiosity and a certain sense of responsibility for her prudish cousin drew Vera to sneak over for a look.
She was startled to find her brother lying on the ground with his blue jeans bunched down around his knees. Susan Chifton squatted over Andrew, straddling his face. Her shirt was unbuttoned and her big-cup bra was tucked under her chin, offering her big sagging tits and tensed nipples to Andy's fondling hands. She clutched his gorged erection which she had been sucking in one hand and his pair of nuts in their wrinkled sac in the other hand.
Her shorts and her panties had been tossed aside in the grass. Her cunt, surrounded by tangled wet fronds, was smashed on Andy's mouth.
With sibling protectiveness and some of her former puritanical prejudices, Vera was concerned about how fast her brother was learning from this school whore positions they had always considered sexual perversions. Only so recently he had been so innocent and so ignorant.
But what the hell! Vera had been there too.
Surprisingly, in spite of his condemnation of Susie or perhaps just because of his conflicting reactions to her nakedness, Leon's cock reared upright, hard in his masturbating hands. He stood glowering at the broad ass of his schoolmate. Sue's oversized tits swayed and bounced to every massaging movement of Andy's hands.
Leon's fingers rapidly furled his foreskin up and down. He lustfully mauled his balls.
Vera's cunt thumped as she noted that the purplish-brown knob of her cousin's cock looked bloated and ready to burst. Leakage dribbled over his knuckles. His flanks rammed his erection upward, fucking midair, picturing what he would Like to do to that fat slut.
Vera tweaked a tit and strummed her clit, anticipating seeing more spunk come spurting from Leon's revived hard-on. Only a moment ago, he had been sickened on sex, believing his balls were empty.
Now he wanted to punish with his cock this naked bitch for being such a provocative whore.
Susie rolled her eyes to sneak backward glances at the indecent exposure of the youth who had called her dirty names. She seemed surprised at the size of Leon's stud cock. She raised her head from mouthing Andy's cock and began churning his hard-on with her hands. She cuddled and caressed his balls. Her crotch increased its groveling on his face.
Vera watched, with envious twinges, her brother's prick tightening, closer and closer to cumming. His hips lifted from the turf, fucking Susan's hands.
Why, oh, why, Vera anguished as she beat her own cunt, had she missed out on the thrills of jacking off her brother at home all these years?
Susan turned her head to grin seductively at Leon.
To Vera's surprised, her prudish cousin took the bait. He suddenly flung his length belly down on top of Susie's spine. One of his hands knocked Andy's fingers away from a long nip so he could pluck it. His other hand groped downward in her crotch seeking her clitoris.
Whickering, Susie rocked forward, lifting her ass from Andrew and offering her ass to Leon. She pumped Andy's prick and rolled his balls, still more demandingly.
Vera could see the tempting lavender-pink edges of crinkled pussy lips, among wisps of wet cunt hair, clearly displayed between Sue's thighs.
Leon savagely seized the invitation to mount Sue from behind. With a snort like a stallion, he rammed his cock forward. He wanted to torture her by raping her.
The end of his rigid prick jabbed at her huge ass. His slime smeared her asscheeks. He impatiently aimed his cock too far left. Then hammered too far right. He speared his leaking pecker too low. With increasing rage, he stabbed too high. The bloated knob of his hard-on dipped into the puckered rosebud of Susan's shit chute.
Vera thought her cousin intended to corn-hole Susie, the way his dad had initiated her. Her asshole itched at the wonderful memory. She resented Susan getting all this lustful attention from two of Vera's closest kin.
Susan cackled, "Wrong door!"
Even though Sue had ordered Leon away a moment ago, so she could be alone with Andrew, she reached back between her fleshy thighs to guide Leon's rigid cock into her drooling fuck slit.
Vera gasped, imagining the excruciating sensation. She clawed her cunt and milked a tit more wildly.
Leon lurched ahead, fucking his prick for the first time into a pussy. The entire stalk of his cock disappeared between the hills of Sue's asscheeks. His balls jerked upward on their cords.
Vera jammed two fingers far up inside her newly deflowered sex channel. Her nerves were quivering on the verge of another orgasm.
With vengeful urgency to blast off fast for the thrills of his first fuck, Leon fucked his cock in and out with reckless roughness. He wanted to act the part of a dominant male, raping a helpless maiden, though Susan was anything but helpless.
Vera's two fingers imitated his inward plunges, stroking the inner walls of her own cunt. Her thumb bumped her own clitty at every upward glide.
In his frenzied excitement, Leon's balls ejected immediately. The two dangling balls bobbed like a pair of yo-yos. His torso twisted. He panted and snorted. His legs strained to fuck his cock deep, to spitefully shoot cum into the womb of the school whore.
Watching Susan getting rear-ended by the cousin's cock she had long craved Vera felt her envy set off volcanic eruptions in her guts. After already cumming so often, while spying on her mother and her favorite uncle, every spasm was a separate wrenching torture. Vera felt like all her vitals were being jerked out through her piss slit.
Leon had misjudged the wantonness of the slut he spitefully rode to punish. Instead of cringing under his sexual assault, the naked schoolgirl joined Leon's climax.
Vera saw the rosy Ups of Sue's cunt possessively constricting around Leon's cock. Sue's broad pelvis heaved, rocking from side to side and thrusting forward and back. Her palpitating pussy creamed on Andy's face. She gasped and sobbed. Her hand oscillated faster up and down Andy's prick. She squeezed his balls.
The agony of Vera's orgasms increased. Watching another female twitching in the death-Like throes of cumming was almost beyond endurance. Uncontrollable reflexes jerked her about. She staggered, thrashing against bushes.
She could not stop nor retreat when she saw Susan glance up, the first to notice her peeping presence. Sue's gaze swept lustfully over Vera's bared tits, which had been pummeled by her own hands. Her eyes gleamed when they focused on the dark vee of Vera's tangled wet cunt fur. And the ruddy Ups of Vera's pussy folds flared open by inserted fingers.
The intensity of Vera's sexual seizures redoubled seeing how her nakedness tempted Susie. Sue's body flopped about wilder than ever on top of Andrew and underneath Leon's surging flanks.
Vera's cunt ached with envy of the despised schoolmate when Andy's spine arched and rammed his spasming cock through Susie's hands. Vera was jolted by more intense explosions in her guts from watching her brother's balls knotting upward into the hollows of his body.
Vera squealed her protest, feeling excluded by her own brother when cum spurted from Andy's bucking prick. At the sound of her voice, both Leon and Andrew twisted their heads around, becoming aware of Vera's nearness. Gawking at Vera's masturbating bareness increased the wildness of the fucking surges for both youths with Susan.
Sue grinned at Vera to welcome her into the four-way orgy. Sue triumphantly lowered her head to take Andy's erupting cockhead into her mouth.
Vera hated Sue for being such an old pro at cock sucking. Sue did not gag or choke at all. She wantonly enjoyed the splashes of cum back in her throat. She gulped and swallowed repeatedly, very much in control of the situation. She massaged Andy's balls to stimulate more ejections.
Vera battered her clitty, excited by the way Sue's cunt hungrily chewed Leon's like another mouth.
Vera Kerr was so weakened by continuous cumming that her knees trembled and threatened to buckle under her. She turned to leave, wanting only to find a quiet spot where she could flop down and take a nice long nap.
"Where you goin'?" Susan simpered, around Andy's hard-on. "Come here! Join us!"
"Looks like you're keeping all the pricks busy, " Vera snarled.
She was pleased that both her brother and her cousin reached out hands, beckoning her, even though coupled with another female body.
All three were still going strong, believing the fun had just begun.
Vera returned and stepped close to them. She did not see how she as a fourth person could fit into this heap of connected bodies and interwoven arms and legs.
One of Leon's hands grabbed one of Vera's tits. The other hand aimed straight for Vera's clitty. His cock pumped with renewed violence in Sue's pussy.
The male contact plus Vera's prudish sense of guilt sent fresh charges of high voltage excitement through her cunt and through the tit Leon caressed.
Vera was fascinated to see that Leon's prick was staying hard after he had already shot his wad for the second time. In spite of Vera's hesitation about getting involved, her cunt creamed anew, all over her cousin's hand.
Lower down, on his back under Susan, Andrew made the best of his prone position. Vera was surprised how thrilling every touch of her brother was, feeling up the hollow in the back of one of her knees. Her leg jerked and quivered as his fingers inched their way up along the sensitive inner sides of her bare thighs. He tickled her cunt, below where Leon's hand possessed her clit.
Andy worked his way around her flank and hip. She gasped, and her cunt constricted in added orgasms, when he grasped the protruding cheek of her ass. He kneaded her ass. His fingers still prodded between her legs, petting her pussy.
Messing around with his sister's cunt revitalized Andy's prick. He fucked into Sue's mouth with another accelerated series of jabs.
Susan loved every added taste of cock jelly.
Despite her emotional exhaustion, Vera was transported by the sex play of the three into uncontrollable fits that wrenched her about. She shrieked.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Vera Kerr was alarmed to realize that her mother and uncle had also heard her shriek. They came charging through the underbrush.
Mom acted shocked and hurt by the sinful scene of four teen-agers tangled in carnal couplings.
She blared, "What's going on here?"
Vera was angered that Mom glared more at her than Andy.
"Your father will hear about this, " the incestuous woman stormed.
Vera snickered. "I'm sure he'll want to know all the details. "
She noted with glee that Uncle Henry ogled Susan's big tits and ass with growing excitement. The knob of his cock strained against the leg of his Sunday trousers.
Mom stomped a foot. "I'll have none of your impudence, young lady!"
Vera took hold of her brother's hand and boldly rubbed his fingers in her wet cunt. "Is this any way for a lady to act?"
The veins in Mom's neck looked like they would burst. "Will I have to report all of you to the elders of the church?"
"You mean, invite those old cocksmen to a gang bang?"
Mom threw up her hands. "What'll I ever do with you?"
"I'm just copying all the screwing around you've been doing since you were my age. "
"What? How dare you accuse me?"
"Why keep lying? We saw Uncle Henry fucking his cock into your hairy crack. "
"No! Don't say such things!"
"We know you've been messing around with your brother all these years. "
Mom became fluttery. She appealed to Uncle Henry: "What shall we do? What can we do?"
Her brother grinned. "If you can't stop them, join 'em!"
He moved toward Susan, unzipping his fly.
The school whore shrugged the length of Leon's body off her spine. She rose up. She turned toward Henry Snyder, toying with her own clitty.
Vera watched her uncle dig his prick out, which had reamed out her asshole. He showed no embarrassment over displaying his cock before these naked young people.
Vera was also shocked to observe a glint in her mother's eyes as she sized up Leon's hard-on. The old bitch was always on the prowl for fresh fucking.
Susan walked to meet the older man's exposed cock. With crazed impatience, she seized the hard length of meat and opened her mouth over the prickhead. Uncle Henry's hips spasmed forward, fucking his prick deep into the young girl's throat.
Her jaws moved, tonguing and sucking. She lustfully rolled his balls to hasten his climax.
Leon lost no time recognizing the longings of Aunt Jane. He sprang up and lunged over to tackle her. With one arm clamped about her waist, he awkwardly tried to rake up her skirts. Mom beamed down at him, as if encouraging a bumbling child.
After all she had seen and heard today, Vera did not think anything else would surprise or offend her. She could not believe her prudish-acting mother was walking around in public without underpants or brassiere.
But there she was, standing wantonly before her nephew, exposing her big dark pussy forest above the apex of her fleshy thighs. Her brownish-lavender pussy lips were puffed with rutting passion.
Andrew sat up on the sod and grinned at Vera. "Looks like you're stuck with your own brother. "
"That's good! We haven't had any chance to fuck around since I lost my cherry. "
Andy shrank back angrily. "You really been letting guys poke inside you?"
"Why not? Everybody does. "
"But-not you!"
"My cunt is just as hot as Sue's. "
"She's such a slut!" Andrew gestured toward the kneeling girl who was rapidly swallowing their uncle's jism.
"I inherit my hot pussy from Mom. "
Brother and sister together watched then-mother lie down on the grass and spread her upraised knees. Mom reached arms to pull Leon down on top of her belly. She grabbed his hard-on and stuffed his cock into her pussy.
Andrew's uprearing cock thumped his navel. Pre-cum spurted from the little gold-fish mouth in the tip of the purplish-pink bulb.
Vera clasped her fingers around the wonderful cock that she had so long wanted to feel up and play with. She lovingly furled his foreskin up and back over the tensed edge of the fascinating prickhead. She palmed and bounced his balls.
Her brother's hips strained forward.
She nodded toward their mother. "She's a mighty steamy fuck, isn't she?"
Andy shrank aside. "What do you mean?"
"I saw her fuck you in the barn. "
Andrew's shoulders drooped.
Vera pumped her brother's cock faster. "Don't worry. It's not any worse than our daddy fucking me. "
"What? He did? When? Where? Why? I'll kill him!"
Vera laughed. "Just be glad we're both free to fuck whenever we feel like it from now on. "
Andrew hesitatingly turned to her. He plucked a tit, and groped for her clitty. "Are you really, finally, putting out, these days? Like other girls?"
She shuttled the sheath of skin up and down his corded cock. "I'm on the pill. Everything's safe. "
Andy was still repulsed by his sister's boldness. "We can't! Not here, where Mom can see us!"
"Our mother couldn't care less how much we play around, as long as she's got something stiff plowing in her cunt. "
Resentfully watching his mother raise her feet skyward, Andrew felt his cock clench tighter in Vera's hand. Mom's ass lifted from the ground to meet the selfishly demanding plunges of her nephew's cock. Leon's pendulous bag of balls swung to rap his aunt's spasming asshole.
With sudden determination, Andy reached around Vera's hip, clutching an asscheek. He pulled her crotch toward his cock. The bloated knob of his hard-on bumped her clitty while seeking the entrance to her fuck slot.
Inner constrictions jolted Vera. Of all the pricks in the world, she had lusted for this one the longest.
She gasped, "Not just a quickie! Everybody else is having fun! Let's he down, and do it right! Really enjoy a good fuck. "
Pulling him by his cock, she led him to the side, where they were partly screened from the other four. She dropped to the ground, and opened her legs wide.
"Wow! I never thought we'd dare to go this far!" he cried.
"This is just normal for two healthy young people. "
Driven wild by the forbidden aspects of their relationship, Andy fell to his knees between his sister's thighs. His cock bucked in his hand. He frantically attempted to jab the prick-knob inside her pussy.
A great gob of jism spurted on her belly. Another whitish wad spattered into the dark curls of her cunt hair. A third dab smeared one of her asscheeks.
To avoid missing the thrills of feeling his cumming, Vera reached down and guided Andy's recoiling cannon into the yearning folds of her pussy gash. Additional squirts splashed the walls of her cunt.
She passionately threw both arms around her brother and drew him down to smash his hairy chest against her sensitive nipples. She wormed her tits and rocked her hips to revel in the still-new marvel.
On top of her, Andy panted and shuddered as he strained forward to fuck deep.
Peering under the branches of the bushes she pointed as Uncle Henry asked Susan Chifton to turn over on her hands and knees, to present her ass to him.
"See there? That's a position so many fellows Like, " Vera said.
Her rectum burned. She knew just how Sue's asshole must hurt as Uncle Henry's huge cock stretched the ass-muscles.
"Wow! We'll try that next!" Andy cried.
Vera laughed. "Are you up to another go-around?"
"Just like real animals breed! Of course!"
It had been a very exhausting day. After supper, Vera Kerr soaked a long while in a relaxing hot bath. She put on a kimono, and sprawled in front of the television to further soothe her nerves towards sleep. But she could not concentrate on the show. Her mind kept reliving the sex scenes of the day. In spite of her intentions to seek a restful night, she was getting aroused, again.
She saw her dad and her brother darting frequent glances her way. Her restless movements caused her bathrobe to slide slowly open. At first, bare knees were exhibited in the flickering dimness before the screen. Then more of both pale thighs.
She thrilled. There might be more action yet today.
Pretending she did not notice, she allowed the garment to part still farther. Shifting her legs drew more direct ogling. Now they must be able to see closer and closer to her cunt, Vera thought.
She was really getting hot. Moisture dripped down between her asscheeks.
A slight shrug of her shoulders and one of her tingling tits edged outward. Peering down, Vera could see more and more of the tempting crescents of the inner sides of her tits.
Still no advances from either of the males.
More boldly, her knee nudged aside the dressing gown. Acting too engrossed in the TV drama to care, Vera sat so near these horny studs with her dark cunt patch exposed and erected red nipples peeping out.
In the gloom, Vera could see the ridges of hard-ons in the trousers of both family fuckers. To her dismay, she realized that neither would make a move toward her in the presence of the other.
She finally gathered her robe around her, and trotted off to bed, alone.
The visions of cocks and of hairy cunt gashes continued. With fingers pinching a tit, and another strumming her clitty, she tried to bring on the release of climax.
Somehow, it was no good. Not the same as it used to be.
She had to have a cock in her.
Later, padding barefooted toward Andy's room, she heard gasping moans. The back of her neck prickled. Only a few short hours before, his pecker had been in her pussy. He belonged to her.
There was only one other female in this house. Hadn't the old bitch gotten her fill of fucking today?
Vera pushed the door far enough to peek through a crack. The incestuous scene reminded her too bitterly of the shock the first time she had caught them fucking. Tonight, though, they were both stark naked in the semi-darkness.
Mom's toes pointed toward the ceiling. The slim hips of her son surged forward and back between her thighs. Andy's torso arched so he could suck on one of his mother's long brown nips.
Vera's fingers went to her own soppy pussy as she caught glimpse of the boyish hard-on fucking in and out, that had pleasured her so well during the afternoon. His short strokes indicated that his darling balls would soon be gushing.
Well, there was one way to get even with both of them. She rushed to her parent's bedroom.
Her daddy lay on his back, snoring. His erection tented the sheet over his flanks.
With a choked sob and heartbeat pounding in her ears, she stealthily lifted the covers. He did not move. What a grand sight in the night gloom was the stud cock of her own dad extending out the fly of his pajamas.
She placed a knee on the bed, listening for creaks of the mattress. She raised up over him, straddling his thighs. With a muted whimper, she lowered her hungry cunt over his prick. Wonderful electrical shocks zapped through her nerve system.
What else in life was as rewarding as fucking?
Dad's hands moved, groping for her. He groggily muttered, "Ah! Sweet Sarah! You're as hot as ever, aren't you?"
Vera rocked back. Aunt Sarah? Uncle Henry's wife?
All these years while Mom romped with her brother, Dad fucked with his sister-in-law.
What a crazy mixed-up family she was born into.
With a snort, Dad came awake. He glared up at his daughter, looming over him. His hand patted the pillow and then the bed beside him, where he expected his wife to be sleeping. In greater agitation, he tried to sit up. His hard chest bumped Vera's passion-swollen tits.
She slipped arms around her father and rubbed her erected nipples across the roughness of his thick fur.
She murmured, ' 'It's just me, Daddy! Just the darling little girl you love to fuck!"
"Where is she? Where's your mother?"
Vera purred, "Where do you expect?"
She thrilled to the sensation of bouncing her asshole on her daddy's cushiony balls.
"What do you mean?"
She felt sure he had already guessed the truth. "She's fucking a younger cock. But I Like your big old cock just the way it is. "
She writhed on his prick.
"The slut! The rutting old slut!" he cried.
He flung Vera aside, toppling her head-first on the mattress. He leaped from his bed with his hard-on swinging from side to side. His prick slapped his thights as he charged to his son's bedroom.
Vera timidly followed. She quaked at the certainty of a terrible family fight when she and her hot cunt were very much to blame.
She stayed behind her father when he burst in on the two fuckers.
Andrew fearfully wrenched back. His hard-corded cock slipped out of the hairy fissure of his mother's pussy.
Vera could see that his cock glistened with a glaze of the mixture of his sperm and Mom's creaming. She knew they had both been cumming joyfully.
Dad bellowed, "What the hell's going on, here?"
"Just calm down!" his wife ordered, sternly.
Mom inserted her son's prick back into her pussy and drew him closer. The length of his cock disappeared again into her cunt.
"I won't stand for this . . . this carnal sin!"
"It's time to quit pretending, dear!" Mom's cunt writhed on her son's hardness. "I know you've been fucking your own daughter for a long time. "
"I have not!"
"Don't he!"
"I mean-not until lately. "
"Well, now you can openly. Run along and sleep with Vera in her bed. "
"But-"
"I'm staying right here, all night. "
Vera's daddy dazedly turned to her. The sight of her nakedness brought a gleam to his eye. His cock jerked upward.
Vera and her father went back to bed, and they fucked each other's brains out. They gave no further thought about what was happening in the other bedroom. Nothing mattered now to Vera except being able to fuck a hard cock whenever she wanted. And with her randy family, that was going to be no problem at all.