The well-known psychologist, Rank, stated that "Sexuality is not natural to child." There is often a physical excess of tenderness during the period, wherein the mother may be unduly responsible for arousing the emotions of susceptible children.
In reading the story of Robin and Poppy Archer, the sexual awakening of the younger sister by the slightly older brother is related to a sexual incident overheard and witnessed by the still innocent girl.
As these two children were apparently well-loved, but perhaps emotionally ignored by the pillar of the family, there was no father image available, the boy takes on the male role, teaching his sister the intricacies of sex, the complexities of this frustrating for both of them, basically satisfying only their curiosity.
Robin and Poppy Archer find the male sex image replaced in their lives, when their mother marries an extremely wealthy man who offers them every advantage and privilege of abundant money. By the time they are in then-teens, and neither of them is concerned with materialistic things, their primary goal being to remain close to each other, sharing in their sexual achievements, alone, together, verbally and physically; and despite their physical encounters with others, always returning to each other. Their freedom sexually draws them to everyone with whom they come in contact. Until they have been intimate with the closest members of their family and friends, the adventures seeming to strengthen their personal relationship even more.
We watch the young girl possess each man she meets, each available woman, her brother taking turns with the same people, the two of them blissfully moving through a sexual euphoria, wanting nothing more than to be left alone, together.
The path of fate is often baffling, and a strange quirk affords them the opportunity they desire. Whether the sexual impulse is simply the expression of a need of evacuation, comparable to that experienced periodically in the bowels and bladder as one believed, or whether "all that is needed is the motor impulse to bring male and female together..." as stated by Havelock Ellis, is true, we cannot determine. Perhaps a basic insecurity thrust these young people together. We can only try to understand their need and fulfillment and follow their adventures with sympathy, possibly empathy.
CHAPTER ONE
"China, these are our new children. Robin and Poppy, this is my sister. She takes care of my house and will watch after both of you so that your mother can spend more time with me.
Stanley Wolff was the essence of the self-made man, the suave and handsome millionaire, his manner gracious and courtly as he introduced his stepchildren to his sister.
She was a poised woman, tall with a beautifully-carved body, hair pulled back severely from her finely-boned face, a face that gave no hint of age, her eyes dark and fiery, matching the sheen of her hair.
"It's good to see you again," she said to the new Mrs. Wolff. "If you will come with me, Robin and Poppy, I'll show you to your rooms. Sam, please bring their bags," she spoke to the chauffeur with the authority of the rich, a certain disdain sounding in her voice for anyone who had to work.
"Mother," Poppy's voice asked uncertainly. The young girl clung to her brother's arm, something in the woman's voice sounding ominous, the awe of the Wolff mansion frightened her.
"Now, Poppy, don't be difficult. You and Robin go with China and she'll show you your lovely new home. Oh, Stanley," their mother said, directing her conversation to her new husband, "it's going to be just perfect, isn't it." She had the glow of a young bride, though this was her second marriage.
Doris Archer had worked hard for Wolff Industries, advancing from the steno pool to become an executive secretary, her hard hours of work and hours of energy paying off when she became the private secretary to the president. She was attractive, had a good figure, and her good looks, intelligence, and level head drew Stanley Wolff to her.
He had never married and had lived for years with his sister, cultivating the business he had inherited, too busy in industry and his vast resources to find interest in anything but another dollar. Abruptly his life changed when he acquired his new secretary.
There was a whirlwind courtship, for both the man and woman, a new life. For him a companionship that he had missed and craved, for her the end of sacrifice, having been left with two children after her tragic first marriage, her life devoted solely to Robin and Poppy denying her needs to see that they were well cared-for and comfortable. There was new meaning for them in every instance of every day, but it was three years before he had asked her to marry him.
"Are you sure about the children, Stan," she asked him late one night. "Thirteen and fourteen are such difficult ages. They're just awakening to so many things. They haven't known what it was like to have a father or a man around for years. Since they were so small."
"Of course I like them. I think they're wonderful," he answered with a smile. It had been a wonderful evening for them, as every evening had been during the first weeks. This evening seemed more special, warmer and closer, and Doris had surrendered to him, given in to her hungry and long-denied need.
"Come over here, gorgeous," he said quietly from the bed. The dim bedside lamp shone on her satiny skin as she moved across the room, her hair hanging long and black, her breasts swaying slightly with her undulating walk.
"We have to be quiet, Stan. I don't want to awaken the kids. I don't want them to know," she breathed huskily as she fell into his outstretched arms, his half-hard penis throbbing and lifting as his hairy chest felt the smoothness of her body.
"They won't hear a thing," he answered as he drew her tight to him, his mouth covering hers, licking at her throat, her ears, her neck, his swollen manhood lengthening and pressing against her belly as he rolled her to her back and on top of her.
"Oh, Stan," she crooned as she felt his broad tongue flatten against her skin and begin to weave a wet trail over her breasts, his teeth gently biting at the nipples, his lips sucking in the orbs, tongue pressing the elongated point against the roof of his mouth, rolling and massaging it until it stood out firm and erect.
Her body quivered, her nerves standing on end, as she felt his hairy legs rubbing through hers, his body working downward, sliding over her as his mouth and tongue moved over her stomach and to her soft inner thigh. Her fingers twined through his thick gray hair as his palm rested on her Venus mound, his thumbs lightly feathering along her wet cunt lips.
"Oh," she moaned. It had been so long for her, and her muscles tightened as she felt his hands rubbing through her seeping juices, his breath hot against the sensitive flesh as he mouthed the silky hair of her pubis, his teeth pulling, his tongue licking wetly at the forest, his hands slipping to her breasts again to cup the full orbs, to milk and knead the firm nipples.
"Yes, oh, yes, suck it. Eat it. Just a little," she begged her body wild with her desire and passion as she pulled her legs back, spreading them as she bent her knees over his head, presenting her pussy to him like a banquet for his feasting, his lips kissing at the jagged cunt bps.
Though he had never married, he had never been celibate, and was wise to the ways and wants of women, the years of experience teaching him well. He slipped his tongue between the folds, sliding the wet tapered flesh up and down the lips, alternating to either side, making her jerk violently against his ministrations.
Deeper he shoved his tongue, wriggling it, thrusting it quickly like a snake, exploring the heated walls, licking up and down as far as his extended tongue would allow.
"Suck it. Suck it. Shit, it's been so long," she groaned, pushing her pelvis upward to his tongue, her cunt lips trying to grasp the fast moving flesh as it worked toward her clitoris. Her passion-seared body felt as if it were on fire, his tongue searing the pussy lips, his mouth flat to her cunt as the tongue lapped up the gash, spreading it wider as he found her swollen clit.
His lips consumed the tiny bud, mashing it, rubbing it, tongue rolling over it until she sobbed breathlessly, her body writhing under him. His hands stroked over her body from tits to ass as he unleashed his attack on her little knob, her body driving wantonly against him, her ass bucking up to his face, her body arching and tensing as she strained toward her climax. Her pussy hungered for his sucking, for his hard manhood, her mind wracked with desire for orgasm.
"Make me come. Make me come. I'm so close," she groaned as he covered her cunt with his white-hot mouth. He buried his face tighter in her crotch, feeling the urgency of her movements, his tongue thrusting in hard jabs, thickly and strongly, his mouth sucking at the center of her being.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" she moaned, her hands grabbing at the back of his head to pull him tighter as her vaginal muscles began to spasm her juices, spewing over his tongue, trickling over his chin, her body twisting as she moaned louder with the draining of her body.
"That was damn good," he said, licking his lips as he moved with kisses up her body, his prick throbbing as it rubbed against her flesh, until he lay beside her, the long tool pressing against the side of her hip.
Her face turned to him as she kissed him lightly, her hand reaching for his hard cock, squeezing gently as she sought his full scrotum.
"Let me," she murmured softly, her mouth nipping at his chest, his nipples, her repressed desires erupting as she covered his torso with hundreds of unused kisses, nipping and sucking gently as his cock twitched in her hand, her head moving slowly methodically, until her lips brushed against the large cock head in a fluttering kiss, butterfly touches covering the length of his dick down to the base, up the underside along the thick cord, her teeth nipping at the back of the head as her fingers squeezed the large testicles and pulled at the wiry pubic hair.
Each wet, sensuous lick made his stomach muscles tighten, his breath catch in his throat, his balls tingle, and then his body was covered with electrical shocks as her mouth covered his cock head, her teeth scraping the broadness until she bit along the back of the ridge.
She sucked him into her, her hands clasping his buttocks, lifting him, pulling him deeper, her mouth eating him voraciously like a suctioning pump, sliding up and down until she took him completely, his inches filling her mouth and edging into the tightness of her narrow constricting throat.
The tightness of the oral channel was delicious, the broad head butting against the uvula and then slipping just through the pillars on either side of the throat, dipping in and then out as she pulled away, only to repeat her movement. Her hand massaged his swollen balls, her mouth and tongue taking him higher as he felt the climax approaching.
"Not yet. Not yet," he begged, wanting the delicious sensation to last, watching her oval mouth as it lifted and fell again and again on his prick. He could see her tits shaking with her movement, her sucking growing more feverish as she coaxed his sperm from his body.
His hands pressed at her head, forcing her down as he lifted his pelvis to her, his cock driving hard into her mouth as he began to fuck back.
"Get ready. Get ready. I'm ready to shoot. I'm ready. Here it comes!" he gasped as he felt the semen begin to travel the length of his prick and spurt out the narrow eye.
"Oh, suck it. Eat it up. Harder. Hard. Harder!" he groaned loudly, the tip of his cock head spewing out his come, hosing into her mouth and throat as his balls rose and fell with the convulsions of his big meat, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she swallowed the thick globs he discharged. Ripples of delicious sensation covered his body as she satisfied his craving, his cock squirting stream after stream of white pearls into her hungry throat as she sucked and tongued his dick for the last drop.
Her cunt was aflame. The sucking of his prick made her want him again, made her want to fill that aching void in the core of her being. Sliding up his body, she poised herself over his prick, her knees straddled on either side as she let her pelvis fall, her hand guiding the slick pole against the moist cunt lips as it sank into her.
"Oh, shit, oh, shit," she chanted as her cunt muscles pulsed in reaction to the intruding thickness. She was so tight. It had been so long since a man had filled her cunt, since she had felt the wonderful sensation of thick prick spreading those layers of tissue deep inside of her vaginal vault. She widened her legs and gratefully accepted the bulbous head as it touched the very bottom of her cunt, her buttocks resting firmly against him as she sat still for the moment, delighting in the contractions and flexings of her cunt lips around this thick pole.
He looked down to watch his long, thick prick as it slid in and out of her receptacle, the woman lifting just until the tip remained, then impaling herself again until it was completely buried to the hilt. Her buttocks hollowed as she lifted, undulating in delicious circles, cunt lips squeezing and clamping, milking his thick rod as she glided up and down his length, slowly swallowing his prick in her cunt.
"Turn over. Let me fuck you," he told her, lifting her body with his pelvis, his elbows pushing him up as he rolled her straight over and onto her back, her hips writhing upward on his cock immediately, desperately, not one second lost as they changed position.
She jerked and wriggled under him, her years of waiting given up to the moment, her cunt-fucking with wild abandon, Stan pounding into her as her nails ripped across his back, her crotch rotating around his prick as she wrapped her legs tightly around him.
"It's wonderful. Beautiful. Heaven," she crooned with rapture, his brain swimming as he felt the fire growing higher within him, his balls aching again as he skewered her cunt hole, the lips sucking at him, drawing him deeper with each stroke.
Her face contorted with passion, her neck muscles standing out as she fucked him hard, mouth gaping open like a fish gasping for breath, nostrils flaring, her body perspiring and sliding against his. Her wet cunt clung to his pole, pulling him inside her, holding him in a vise, making the meat grow longer, thicker, pulse harder.
"All of it. I want all of it. Give it to me, Stan. Give it to me."
Their rocking motion, their heavy breathing, the moans of passion filled the room as he bore into her, frantically plunging the inches full length of his thick joint into her deliciously-wet snatch, his hands clasping her buttocks, lifting her cunt higher for his pummeling dick. He lifted himself and then dropped onto her with his full weight, his cock driving deep until it struck the back of her vagina, her eyes widening with a glazed expression, her buttocks flexing and relaxing in his hands as he drew her onto his cock, her thighs widening more to open her flowered cunt as she accepted each inch that fucked deeper into her cunt hole.
His cock split her crotch again and again, the strokes growing stronger, more powerful, his mind caught up in the erotic delights of their bodies, her prick ramming forcefully, making her grunt with pleasure as she clung to him, his buttocks revolving, his prick moving in every direction possible, plunging and ravaging the hot, wet pussy as she ground and slammed her pelvis back against him.
Doris whimpered as he tried to go even deeper, the cock head battering against her cervix, his scrotum bouncing against her buttocks and dredging through their crevice, his balls aching, swelling bigger as he fucked for release.
"Beautiful. Oh, beautiful." Her nails raked across his back and down to his buttocks, her hands gripping the flexing muscles as they pistoned his cock into her. Her fingers fumbled the crease of his ass cheeks, searching until it found the soft, puckered flesh of his anal entry. His cock pounded into her and his brain reeled as he felt the finger prying into the tiny slit, his sphincter working against the probing digit as he fucked furiously into the slick cunt, the tiny opening wet with his sweat, defenseless against her touch, the finger pushing and prodding until it wormed inside.
"Oh, sweet shit," he groaned, the invading finger making him double his tempo, the persistent fingering fucking into the tiny hole as she held him in her grasp.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," she choked out, feeling him trying to escape the unnatural impalement, but her screwing cunt drove him on, the heavy dick gliding wetly as she matched the tempo, making him expand and flex inside of her, making him grunt as she poked the finger into him, both of them burning with fire, his prick tunneling into her, their animal grunts echoing in the room.
Her thighs held him tight above his waist, opening and closing, squeezing his rib cage so tightly that he could hardly catch his breath, her head rolling from side to side, her body a mass of gyrating heated flesh, her cunt fucking wildly at his drubbing prick as she savagely fingered his ass-hole, buttocks weaving and swaying over her, both of them growing closer and closer to the ultimate sensation of climax.
"Harder. Faster. Fuck me, Stan. Fuck me," she groaned loudly, her crotch screwing up to him, her ankles locked high on his back, hands clenching his buttocks as she rode his cock desperately until her body began to tremble.
Drawing her legs back until her heels rested on his shoulders, he pushed against her body, his shoulders forcing against her legs until his pelvis and balls smacked wetly, firmly, brutally, driving his prick mercilessly into her fully upturned crotch. He bit at her lips, his tongue driving into her throat to suck at her tongue, to drink her saliva as he felt her driving harder against him, felt the quivering of her cunt walls and the shuddering of her body. His rock began to be bathed in hot fluids, the juices smothering his iron-hard phallus, flooding out of her seething slit down through her crotch, over his balls.
"Fuck me. Fuck me," she screamed.
"Oh, shit, yes," he answered with a groan, her body contracting and spasming under him.
"Fill me with your hot come," she begged, her body still in the throes of her orgasm, his thrusts and plunges triggered by her hot cream making him shoot his load, making the giant load of come spurt out into her wildly sucking vagina.
Her cunt thrust higher to him as she felt the love muscle flexing and filling her with his hot load, the jetting spray white-washing the heated walls, her arms holding him tightly, her finger slipping from the tiny entrance as she felt the throbbing, her cunt still sawing up and down, his prick grinding in and out, the love muscle plundering her depths as he filled her with his molten liquid offering, their passionate moanings filling the room and unknown ears.
Poppy didn't know what had awakened her. She could vaguely hear noises, and to her thirteen-year-old ears, they sounded like screams, like agonizing pain, like someone being beaten, and it was coming from her mother's bedroom.
Cautiously she got out of her bed, her mind filled with panic, not knowing what she could do to help, but moving quietly toward her door and then into the hall. She could see a narrow slit of light barely shining under her mother's door, and as she drew closer she could hear voices. There was someone in that room with her mother.
She couldn't believe it. The squeak of bedsprings, the constant even rhythm, the low animal moans. All the noise was coming from that one room. Her heart pounded as she pressed her ear to the door and then dropped to the floor, her eye peering through the keyhole.
Her eyes widened as she saw the large, thick prick stretching the tight lips of her mother's cunt, saw the white buttocks thrusting upwards against the onslaught, the face contorted with an expression she had never seen before on her mother's face.
These were the things young girls talked about in school, that her mother had warned her about, and her eyes became hypnotized by the thickness of the hard cock as it slid in and out of the pinkness of her mother's cunt. She couldn't stop staring at it, couldn't believe that the long, thick rod, could possibly fit into the tiny slit of her mother's bucking body.
Her finger's pressed under her sheer nightgown feeling over her mound and her tiny opening. No wonder her mother moaned. He must be hurting her. But she seemed to like it. Poppy watched with fascination. Her mother seemed to be enjoying it. Her cries weren't from being hurt, they were from pleasure. The young girl felt ripples of excitement course through her body, her ears filling with the soft, squishy sucking sounds of the fucking couple.
Her fingers clung to her virginal lips, and she jerked as she felt the moisture seeping from the soft flesh, the lubricated fingers rubbing, filling her with strange wonderful sensations unlike any she had known. Her finger moved tentatively into her slit and her body shook. She had touched herself there before but never had she felt the warm heat rising, felt the slickness of lubrication, felt the strange spark and quivering in her stomach.
She couldn't take her eyes off the huge penis in her mother's hair-lined cunt, the large balls and full scrotum bouncing against the buttocks as she moaned for him to do it harder and harder. She knelt transfixed as she watched the man's buttocks hollow with his muscular flexing, watched the huge phallus plunge between the white thighs and bury itself deep inside. She could hear her begging for more.
"Do it more. Give me more," her mother was saying as she pulled her knees up and back, her buttocks screwing up on the great pole as it plunged in, then withdrew. Her eyes widened as the long slickness pulled to the tip, and the shiny length made her gasp and press harder with her hand into her soft yielding flesh.
"Fuck me. Fuck me," she heard her mother cry, and she was shocked to hear that word coming from the woman's lips. She heard the girls say it at school, but she had never uttered it knowing it was wrong, that her mother would be hurt and disappointed if she did. And now she was screaming it to the man. She finally saw his face as he pulled back momentarily from her mother. She recognized Stanley Wolff, her mother's boss, getting only a glimpse of him as her mother pulled him back into her, her legs tight around his waist, the thick, full cock disappearing again into the hungry cunt.
His hands cupped his mother's buttocks and Poppy mimicked the man as she ran her hands over her own firm, young buttocks, her body delighting in her touch. The wet sounds grew louder in her ears and she felt again of her young pussy, her finger drenched with her juices, her mind still confused at her mother's reactions to the drubbing cock.
Poppy groaned as she delicately touched her own still-forming breast, her body shivering as she squeezed the fullness and watched the prick sliding in and out of the pink, glistening cunt. She could hear the bodies smacking together, the giant cock driving deeper into the female softness, and Poppy felt of her nipples, amazed to find them so full, strangely sensitive and swollen, burning against her touch.
Her knees widened as she watched, her hands exploring her crotch, her fingers spreading the lips, her body shuddering as she fingered the forbidden area. She could hear her mother scream about coming and then they stopped. There was a deafening silence.
"I better ask Robin," she told herself, and stealthily she went toward his room, her young body burning strangely inside, her fingers wet with virginal juices. Lightly she knocked on his door and turned the knob.
"Robin," she whispered. "Robin, are you awake?"
She could see his bed, and moving closer she saw a miniature tent-pole in the middle of the sheet. Her brother stared at her.
"I'm awake," he whispered huskily. His voice was strange, uncontrolled, almost as if he couldn't talk and was out of breath.
"I've got to talk to you. I've got to tell you what I just saw," she said as she sat on his bed.
"It's about Mother and Mr. Wolff."
"I've been listening," he answered. "They've really been going after it."
"You heard them?" she asked incredulously.
"I wouldn't be in this condition if I hadn't," he answered, pulling back the sheets to reveal his well-formed, naked body, his young prick rearing high into the air over his body, young, strong and indicative of a great size to be expected with his growth.
"Ohhh, Robin," she said, sucking air in through her pursed lips, fascinated as his hand continued to stroke up and down slowly.
"Listen," she began. "Let me just touch it. Mother seemed to like Mr. Wolff's." Her fingers reached out, and gently grasped the hard cock, feeling gingerly of it as if it were a piece of china.
"It's so big," she said admiringly, her grip growing tighter as she watched the eye wink at her each time she moved the foreskin back and forth to uncover it.
"Bigger than anyone else's," Robin answered confidently.
"Feel mine, Robin," she offered, lifting her nightgown and widening her thighs. His prick throbbed and twitched as he turned slightly, not enough to remove his cock from her grasp, but enough so that his fingers could slip through the few pubic hairs and over her wet slit.
"You're all wet," he said.
"I know. I don't understand. It just happened when I watched them. Robin, think we could do what Mother and Mr. Wolff were doing? I feel so strange, like I'm burning between my legs. Have you ever done it before?"
"Nope. But I think I can. Get into bed," he told her and began to help her pull the nightgown over her head. She slipped in beside him, both of them nude, shy but inquisitive, little tingles covering her body as she felt his body touch hers, the nearness of her soft body making his prick grow harder.
She had always wondered what it was like when two people made love. She had seen movies and television, had watched the tube and screen, but never anything as violent as her mother and Mr. Wolff, and certainly never had anything felt so hard and satiny as her brother's big prick. She felt that quivering between her legs again and closed her eyes as she imagined that cock skewering her mother, imagined it wet and glistening, pushing into her own cunt.
Awkwardly, Robin climbed onto her, Poppy spreading her legs to accommodate him, waiting tensely and curiously as she felt him touch the curls of her pubic bush. Her body jumped at the foreign touch, her body trembling slightly as his fingers spread the virginal cunt lips and explored just as she had done to herself minutes before.
"That feels good," she whispered softly, his fingers feeling the throbbing of her flesh as he pressed the slit open. He massaged her buttocks as she reached for his penis, growing more amazed at how hard it was, her mind wondering if he really could stuff it up her tiny hole.
His fingers seemed to be all over her as she rubbed up and down on his prick, teasing the nipples, squeezing her buttocks, probing into her vaginal entrance, her body wriggling until he lowered himself on her and pressed his young penis against her tight opening.
Poppy's legs widened as he tried to push crudely into her wet trench, something in his awkwardness frightening her, causing her to wriggle away from him. His fingers had felt good against her hot body, and as he started to lick at her breasts, intuitively knowing to suck the flesh into his mouth, she began to relax again, her curiosity again aroused.
Robin was burning up. He wanted to bury his cock in her. He knew that's where it should be, and there was no one he had ever wanted to do it to more than his sister. He lay still for a moment, not knowing quite what to do next. He took her arms and put them around his shoulders.
"Hold on to me," he breathed in her ear, his tongue darting into the shell-shaped opening, a little moan coming from deep in her throat. He butted his prick against her slit several times but failed to gain entrance, Poppy was electrified by the contact as his mouth covered hers, his tongue licking tentatively at her lips. She responded to the caress, thrusting her tongue against his, delighting in the sensation and the taste of her brother's mouth, feeling him worm the head in slightly only to fall out.
She began to worry again that she couldn't take something that big in her and tried to pull her legs together again to avoid his thrusting.
"Don't do that. Don't do that," he said. "I feel like I'm going to explode every time you move." Her body rubbed against the sensitive cock head, the drops of immature semen beginning to leak from the eye, lubricating him, making his cock jump and throb, filling him with the new sensation he had found this year, the wonderful convulsing feeling that his inquisitive hand had given him every night.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," he began to groan as she tried to twist away, the frictioning of her body against his cock triggering his response as he began to throb out a hot stickiness over her Venus mound and her sparsely-lined cunt. He panted over her, his body jerking with his premature ejaculation, Poppy feeling the liquid heat stream down between the slit of crotch.
"Is that all that happens," she asked, unimpressed with what had happened, wondering why she hadn't enjoyed it.
"No," he answered catching his breath, his prick still hard and strong, slipping between her cunt lips with his lubricating young sperm covering them. He felt the cock head slipping in again, the rough intrusion making his sister moan with pain. With a hard thrust, he drove his pelvis forward, the head of his penis jamming against the membrane as it tore it away, his cock slipping tightly into the sheath as the blood covered it and trickled wetly down her crotch.
She wanted to scream and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was afraid her mother might hear her. Robin thrashed over her, plunging awkwardly in and out several times, and then felt his orgasm burst through him, out and into her violated channel.
"Is this what love is," her young mind wondered, her body ached as she felt the strong young penis soften and slip from her body. She knew she had missed something.
Even with her young years she knew there should be more than just some amount of pain, and the burning was still here.
"Did you like it, Robin," she asked as he lay on top of her.
"Yeah, did you?" he asked in return, his body feeling more manly, more aggressive, luxuriously satisfied. At least for the moment. "Want to try it again. I'll make you come, too," he offered with new confidence. "Did you feel anything? I'm sorry I hurt you."
She liked the feel of his male body against her, and with the receding pain she pulled closer to him, feeling his prick lengthening inside of her, the growing expansion adding an itch to the still-burning fire. She felt the walls of her abused pussy flutter around his thickening dick, and slowly she flexed the muscles, tightening the cunt walls, the muscular action making her brother moan as he gently began to massage his tool in and out of her channel.
"In me. I want you to put all of it in me," she breathed in his ear, his cock feeling alive in her, all pain replaced by the electricity of his movements, by the burrowing tool that moved deeper with each stroke, filling her, stuffing her until there was no more. She licked at his lips, her innocent tongue dueling with his as the cock stretched the cunt walls wider, Robin feeling the wet throbs of his sister's pussy as it opened and closed around his young rod.
She experimented, rotating her hips, feeling her movements help him, finding that she was able to fuck up on his dick as he plowed into her furrow. She gasped for breath, her young body awakening to the new sensations as she felt the cock throb, Robin beginning long, hard strokes full length into her ravished vagina.
"Oh, Robin. I love it. I love you. We'll never be apart. Never." Her love for her brother, the new delicious and forbidden feelings filled her young mind with romantic images.
His body held her in position as she thrust up to him in new-found sensations, his cock slipping in and out of her newly-opened pussy hole, tiny moans escaping from her mouth as she thrilled to him, Robin fucking with greater authority as he felt the juices of her young pussy flowing around him, felt her body straining just as his had for orgasm.
They could hear the sucking wet sounds of their fucking as his cock sawed into her, the young sister squirming under her brother as she felt the earth-shattering sensations tighten and center low in her belly.
"It's happening. It's happening," she groaned in his ear, her teeth clinching tightly to keep from screaming, his breathing hard and labored and he fucked on, his prick drowning in her first fluid gush of come, the sticky warmth suffocating the plunging thickness as he slammed into her now-unresisting cunt and began to spew out his come again.
For the first time she felt the hot cream with pleasure, her vagina widening gladly with the throbbing of the spewing cock head. She sobbed as her cunt walls clasped involuntarily at the thickness, her chest heaving as her spread crotch absorbed the lessening pounding of Robin's slowing strokes, his cock giving one last pulse as he lay still on top of her.
'Just think, Robin. We can do this every day for the rest of our lives. We never have to be apart. Never." Her body quivered as her legs splayed to either side of her brother. This was what love was. At their young ages, Robin and his sister, Poppy, began to establish a routine that would direct their life style and draw them closer with every day and year.
CHAPTER TWO
China Wolff coolly appraised the young boy and girl as she led them through the hall and up the staircase to their rooms.
"She looks like a hot little number. I'll bet she is ready to go anytime. And the boy is something else," she said to herself. She had not missed the tight and prominent bulge in his pants, the handsome face and strong lean body, the well-muscled buttocks covered with straining fabric, her mouth watering at the thoughts of his pile-driving ass and obviously generous endowments.
"It's very strange the way they cling to each other. The way they hold hands and talk so quietly and closely together," she mused as she watched them. "Very strange indeed."
"This is your room, Robin. I think you'll find everything you need. If you don't, just call for Sam on that phone. He does everything around here from butler to chauffeur to handyman." She moved through the room with them with a slow grace, opening doors and drawers to make sure Robin was provided for completely.
I'll bet she has a cunt as big as the black-hole of Calcutta, Robin said to himself as he watched her move elegantly about the room. I don't think I like her. I'd like to fuck her, but I don't think I like her. I'll bet she'd raise hell if she found about me and Poppy.
"Everything looks fine," he said to her. "Where is Poppy's room?"
"Yes. Where's my room. We don't like to be separated," Poppy joined in.
"You two really are close, aren't you?" China commented, a sly smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "Poppy's room is just down the hall. Don't worry, Robin. She won't be far away," she teased, still thinking how strange it was for a brother and sister to hold hands, to be so concerned about each other.
She had never had a brother that was concerned about her. Stanley had never thought about her any more than one of the horses in the stable. He gave his dog more attention than he did to her when they were growing up. Their father always had him with him, taking him to the huge conglomerate of offices whenever he wasn't in school. And with the death of their mother, China's only companion was her nanny, their housekeeper for years. Now that she was gone, China ran the house and took care of Stanley and her own needs. Perhaps the years with the nanny and no one else were the reasons for her well-developed sexual tastes.
As she showed Poppy to her room, she admired the girl's well-developed body and her pretty face. China had been as pretty a young girl as Poppy, and had matured into a handsome, regal woman. She had one other thing in common with the teenage girl, and that was her early introduction to sex.
China had been an exquisitely beautiful child, and with no mother to care for her, the housekeeper became her sole companion, worshipping and adoring the girl, giving her the love that her father and brother never found time for. China would never forget the hands roaming over her young body helping her dress, undress, bathe, prepare for bed. The nanny did everything for her, even giving her little kisses over her body, the older experienced lips pausing perhaps a trifle too long over the undeveloped nipples causing new sensations as China's young body began to awaken.
I wonder if she knows what it's like to be kissed all over her body, China mused as she showed the delicate, feminine room to Poppy. She should, with that figure. I wonder if her brother might have, she asked herself.
She could remember the first time her body had been covered wetly in kisses, like love surrounding her, covering her, as the companion licked at her little body while in bed. The warm, wet tongue covered her all the way down to the pink, untouched slit, feelings coursing through her, not understood, but enjoyed to the point that she had asked for it again and again, the feeling created in her one that couldn't be forgotten, the lips and tongue leaving kisses where no one had ever seen or touched.
China grew accustomed to the lingering, loving hands, accustomed to the point of their being commonplace as they continued to help her dress and undress and complete her toilet. When she entered her early teens, her body ripening, she became aware that the touch excited her in new and more intense ways, especially after her riding lessons.
Her father kept a stable of horses, unused except for her and her brother on occasion. After each session, she looked forward to getting to her room, her long, hot bath, and then the luxurious, relaxing massage that her nanny always gave her.
Her body always tingled with the athletic exercise and fresh air, and the stimulating touch of the massaging hands filledher with sensual tactile delight. There had been none of the body kisses for several years as she had grown into puberty, the nanny still touching and massaging, but not going any further.
The woman was attractive and China couldn't help but notice her large, womanly breasts while she massaged her one day. She compared them with her own, and found her young body lacking in comparative size. The large breasts swung over her, hanging invitingly, free of any restriction, twin globes of juicy flesh swaying as she kneaded and massaged the young shoulders, hands working expertly down her back to the waist and the top of the firm buttocks.
"My China is the prettiest girl in the world," the woman said, her voice full of love, warm and friendly, as she worked at the small of the girl's back, the tender, sore muscles at the top of the young ass.
"That's so sore," China commented as the woman squeezed and rubbed the muscles expertly, a new sensation beginning to form in the center of her being, a boiling heat between her legs that she had never felt before. The fingers pressed firmly and deeply into her buttocks, China squirming as the hand tightened on her waist.
"Did I hurt my baby?" China was asked.
"Oh, no, it feels good. Really, so good. Don't stop." She became more excited by the fingers, feeling them tickle down over the crevice of her buttocks, the nanny becoming more reckless as she bent and kissed the soft flesh of the round cheeks. China quivered with the strange intimate feeling, not knowing what to do, but parting her legs for the feathering fingers, allowing them to slip between the two mounds. The nanny continued to massage her lithe back, her exploring hand seeking out the tender sphincter muscle, chills covering China's body, her spine tingling.
She moaned slightly as the finger barely penetrated the virginal opening, feeling the finger pause and then withdraw. The nanny massaged the parted thighs, concentrating on them, fearing she had gone too far with her explorations, her body growing more excited by her young ward, the delicious flesh of the smooth inner thighs satiny to her thumbs as she pressed hard just below the buttocks.
With the exerted pressure, China spread her legs even wider, sensing that something wonderful was going to happen as she felt fingers begin to lightly run up and down the almost hairless crack. She lifted her hips as the woman grasped her thighs and bent down to kiss the sweet young ass again, the tongue licking flat against the skin.
"No, oh, don't. Please don't," the young girl murmured, making the woman stop abruptly. "I don't understand why I feel so strange. It feels good when you do that, but it's so different. Maybe if you did it again, but not so hard," she continued, turning over on her back and looking at her nurse of many years.
The mature hands moved from the girl's shoulders down to the just forming breasts to rub with a practiced touch. China's toes curled as she felt the hand cup and squeeze her little orb and she thrilled with delicious sensation as she felt the soft wet feeling cover her tit, then move to repeat the action over the nipple of the other small dome, a hand moving down to her waist.
The expert mouth filled her with new ecstasy, her body ripe and awakening, the caresses and titillations filling her with wonder. Fingertips softly touched her belly, the silken mouth following in a wet trail to kiss her navel, fingers exploring into her crotch to find the dual openings, her legs spreading as the burning sensation grew.
She twisted as the hand covered the innocent mound, fingers rubbing and stimulating, moving over the slit as China lifted her buttocks, arching slightly to try to force the fingers to enter, the mouth continuing a licking trail over her stomach to the downy mound of her cunt.
Tenderly the fingers probed around the vagina, slipping between the lips to slide up and down, wetting with the secretions of China's young body. Intuitively she knew that she wanted to feel that finger press inside, the teasing and toying movements of opening and closing the fleshy folds making more slimy moisture cover the opening.
A hot mouth covered the mound as the finger slipped inside, slowly moving, slowly probing the adolescent body heating with the saliva-covered tongue. The magic finger worked back and forth, spiraling as the tongue moved over the thigh, the young girl writhing in new-found passion, not knowing the reason, but caught up in the thrill of the cause.
Her hand reached for the large breast, her small fingers encompassing and squeezing the exposed brown nipple. She was hypnotized by the huge tit, and like a baby she seized it and began to suck at the nipple, chewing and biting, her young mouth making sucking noises as her virgin pussy opened and welcomed the plunging forefinger, the flesh yielding warm and wet to the digit.
"Do it more," China begged, her words whipping the woman into frantic movement, China widening her legs and shoving back against the invader. She chewed and sucked hard on the tit as she felt something begin to happen in her body, a strange feeling erupting in her stomach, the muscles tensing, convulsing, clamping on the finger to hold it inside, to pull it all the way in until the palm rubbed against her tiny clit. Suddenly her body tensed.
The young girl heaved against the methodically-moving finger, teething on the large nipple as she exploded, her first orgasm bursting through her body, covering the woman's hand with oily juices, her body shaking with each throb of the new climax, her body trembling against the rhythmically moving finger.
Before the fires in her cunt were completely extinguished, the companion moved the girl's legs as wide as possible, pressing her mouth over the drenched crease, licking all around the sensitive area, her tongue tasting the sweet cream, the salt sweetness of first orgasm. The nanny gently opened the cunt lips, her tongue licking up and down over the tiny clit, China's hands pulling the head tighter as she raised her legs and wrapped them around the woman's strong shoulders. She felt the tongue move over her cunt lips and thought she would faint with sensual excitement.
"Suck it. Suck it," China cried. "It's beginning to feel the same way again. The same way!"
The long tongue pushed hard into the steaming cunt, licking at the velvet, heated walls. The woman could feel her own orgasm rising as she tongued at the tight little hole, fingering her own pussy, expertly massaging her clit and dripping hole. The girl jerked wildly, pulling her nurse's head tighter between her thighs, the tongue responding, darting in and out, hips moving against it like an opponent.
Tongue and finger worked in unison, the orgasm beginning to grow for both of them, worked until each had achieved the delicious sweetness of coming together, China having just been initiated into new, subtle pleasures of love. The first experience had been explained away so that she had no guilt feelings about natural functions of the body; however, when she grew older, China sought others to satisfy her and it wasn't long before nothing thrilled her as much as a big thick dick.
"Do you ride?" China asked Poppy.
"Oh, I have once or twice," she smiled back at the woman.
What is it about her that I don't like. I think she hates me, and she doesn't even know me. Why can't Robin be here? Why can't he have a room next to mine? she asked herself.
"We have a stable of excellent horses and a fine groomsman who can teach you. I ride often. Perhaps you would care to join me one day." China wondered how far the girl had gone, how far she would go sexually, and was determined one day to find out.
"Could Robin learn, too?" Poppy asked, her eyes taking in the beauty and fine furnishings of her room.
"Of course he could, my dear. He looks very athletic. You know, this was my room when I was your age. I hope you will enjoy it. If there's anything you need, I'm just down the hall. Don't hesitate to knock on the door or call me," she said as she left and softly closed the door behind her.
Poppy stared through the lattice-work curtains at the expanse of manicured lawn below, acres and acres of flowers and trees all belonging to Stanley Wolff, his sister, and with sudden realization, to her mother, her brother and herself.
"I don't like being alone. I wish Robin were here. I wish someone were here. What I really wish is that I had a good fuck." Poppy's sexual appetites had grown with her, her brother teaching her well, Robin experimenting and soon learning that girls liked his big cock as much as he liked cunt. Everything he did he told his sister, and in the closeness of her room, showed her, led her in new sexual adventures.
Poppy had plenty of sex, not only from her brother, but many of his friends, alone, in twos and threes, and at one time, six of Robin's friends had taken her. Never had she been more fulfilled, more satisfied, but Robin was always the one who thrilled her, filled her, and made her love to fuck.
That time with six guys had really been something.
At first she was reluctant.
"Well," he answered, "since Mom's gone for the weekend and said we should have fun."
"Did she say that?" Poppy asked.
She sure did."
All of the teen-age boys agreed loudly, smiling at Poppy broadly, their well-scrubbed faces shining like innocent cherubs as they looked around the room, Robin putting records on the stereo, another boy grabbing her and pulling her in a vague dance movement with the blaring music.
"Robin, do you think we should without Mother's permission?" she asked her brother, her body moving against Robin's friend, her breasts jiggling and hips rotating in time to the pounding rock music.
"Don't be a drag, Poppy. It'll be fun. Just relax and have a good time." Robin's eyes gleamed as he watched his sister's body dancing around the room. The other boys admired her full breasts and narrow waist, the bouncing of buttocks, each of them ravishing her young body.
She liked their looks of admiration, her body moving more seductively, her mind projecting images of Robin dancing with her, tight and close the way they did when their mother was gone.
Hands grazed her thighs, brushed against her ass, brazenly slipped against her breasts as she swirled around the room, the heavy beat of the music, the adoration of so many males, igniting her body like a fuse. Someone grabbed her from behind and bit her hard on her juggling ass cheeks, and she slapped her hand at the face, hearing Robin laugh as she was pulled struggling to the floor.
"Oh, come on. Poppy. No one's going to hurt you. Come on, guys, let me show you how," Robin intervened as hands fell on her, hot mouths panting around her as the boys wrestled with her on the floor, her body growing hotter as hands sought her private parts.
She didn't struggle as Robin pulled her dress over her head. All she could think of was what her mother would say if she could see what was happening in their living room.
She smiled a slow, sleepy sensual smile as she saw the pairs of eyes looking at her, eyes that widened as her ample breasts came into view, and leaning back on her hands, her back arching, she thrust the uncovered beauties toward them, making them gulp and swallow as Robin slowly and gently pulled at a nipple with his thumb and finger, the frictioning massage elongating it, making it erect and firm.
One of Robin's friends moved quickly toward her, his mouth covering hers, tongue driving into her throat, making her gasp as she thrust back at him, their tongues alternating mouths as Robin watched and milked her tit.
She felt her nerves tingle with electricity, her arms circling around the youthful neck pulling his body tighter to her, pulling him down with her until he lay half on top of her, their bodies rocking against each other, Poppy trying to rub her pelvis against his.
Robin's prick felt as if there was a fire raging in it.
"Let her have it. Let her have it," he said softly to the young friend, his eyes greedy, heavy with lust as he waited to watch his sister get fucked. He moved slightly away, his body stretched out beside the young couple, the other boys bug-eyed as her pelvis rubbed against their friend, both bodies undulating up and down, his hand grabbing for her tit as it flattened under his body
"Put it in," Poppy groaned, Robin leaning close to pull away the restricting fabric down and off her body.
She moaned softly.
Her legs quickly widened, pelvis thrusting upwards as the boy's big pink cock shone. He jerked up his hips and readied himself to shove it inside of her , into her hot cunt, Robin's hand slipping between them to open the lips wider, the pelvis rising against the touch, his friend pressing his iron hard tool down against the cunt lips as he dived in.
It felt so good.
It felt so fucking good.
The air was stuffy and quiet in the room as their ears filled eyes closing as he rubbed his erect penis through his pants.
The boy panted fiercely.
Everyone in the room moaned.
Poppy groaned with the attack, pushing back harder, pulling her legs higher, lifting her pelvis so that he could sink deeper and deeper, the young teenager's stiff phallus pistoning through and deeper.
They pushed at each other frantically, balls slapping against her upturned buttocks, vaginal walls contracting and flexing, sucking in the young cock, squeezing and milking it, begging for more length, groans echoing in the room as they drove higher and higher toward climax.
"Harder. Harder," she groaned.
"Give it to her. Stick it in there."
"Ram it to her. Let her have it."
The watching boys urged him on, each of them feeling their own pricks filling her, Robin stroking himself and smiling, knowing better than any how snug her cunt felt.
His cock made loud sucking noises as it sawed into her, grinding deeper, searing her cunt walls with its hot length, both of them slamming into each other until they felt the peak and all movement ceased. The entire room was filled with the throbbing of their orgasm, the walls seeming to pulse with their organs, all breath stopping, the minutes suspended until the two of them pulled apart. His still erect cock shone with their juices, a string of come joining his cockhead to her pussy lips.
"Too much," Robin muttered, looking at Poppy's satisfied expression. The merest glance at him filled her body with fire and she could feel her pussy alive and quivering for him.
"Robin," she said, her legs splaying wider, her cunt opening wider for his huge size.
"We can't be rude, can we?" his eyes mocked playfully.
"I'm the biggest. Can I do it next?" the young voice asked. He had unzipped his fly and pulled his pecker out of his pants. With his tall thin frame, his cock looked longer than anyone there, the shiny head bright red and the balls large in the hairy scrotum.
Poppy's eyes widened. He looked bigger than Robin by several inches. It wasn't as wide and thick, but the length was uncanny.
"I don't know if I can take that," she muttered. "Robin?"
He could tell she was trying to chicken out. "Be a good sport. Just give it a try. Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it?" he laughed. "And that might be a good idea, Poppy."
She had found that she loved to suck dick, Robin loving her head bobbing up and down on his meat, the two of them sucking and licking each other clean after each night of sex.
"Let her suck you off," one of the boys said, pushing his friend toward her face.
"Go on, Poppy. See if he gets any bigger," Robin coaxed.
She touched the huge dong, the boy trembling and shaking as she drew it to her lips and ran her hand up and down the length. It was incredible in size, monstrous feeling in her hand, and growing harder and stronger as she massaged up and down the shaft.
All eyes were on them, the boys breathing deeply as they watched her young mouth, each of them feeling her lips as she breathed the hot breath out to make the boy groan and twitch. Then she lashed out at the cock head with her pink tongue.
"Oh, shit," someone said.
"I can't wait," another answered.
Hands groped at their hardened organs. Zippers slyly opened as they began to caress their hardened penises in anticipation, eyes watching intently as she took the head between her lips and into her mouth, her tongue circling around the broadness. Her hand massaged the massive length as the other squeezed gently at the hairy scrotum, pulling the lemon-sized balls, playing them between her fingers. The boy grabbed at her shoulders, her hair, his body out of control as he began to fuck in and out of her mouth.
She felt the cockhead swell in her mouth, the immense joint pushing deeper and deeper until it banged into her throat, the molten heat of his dick scorching her lips as it jammed in and out of her mouth. His fingers pulled at her hair, his body pressing forward and still deeper, Poppy choking with his constant, unending fucking motion.
His hands held her hands firmly. Never had he felt such a sensation. Never had his cock been so thick, long and swollen. The sweet sensation was almost an agony as he began to pull her mouth backward and forward on his great love joint.
She knew he was ready to come. His movement was urgent, frantic, desperate, the pistoning motion like a machine gun as he began to groan above the sound of her slurping mouth.
She felt the first hot glob hit against the back of her throat, warm and thick, bitter sweet, spraying again and again as his buttocks hollowed and flexed with his fucking. She tried to swallow, her cheeks bulging as she gulped, but it was impossible to gulp the size of his load.
Over and over his cock squirted out his love-juice, the other boy's eyes widening as they realized that he was still coming. That great cock was still jetting streams of white pearls into the girl's mouth, more come than she could take in her painful slurping. He hung suspended over her, his body not moving, every muscle tense as he savored the delight of the convulsions of his love muscle and the thickness filling his crotch. Finally his body relaxed and he pulled the limp prick out of her mouth, Poppy gasping for breath, her color pale as she closed her eyes and lay quietly on the floor.
"Robin," she whispered as she lay with closed eyes. Her cunt was hungry again with the cock sucking, and only Robin could answer and fill it. "I'm here, Poppy," he breathed, his penis burning, his hands slipping over her body, her breasts and stomach, her buttocks and thighs, his mouth beginning to suck at her tits as he began to play with her come-soaked pussy lips.
"That's not fair. You get it all the time," someone said, but Robin didn't listen. Poppy didn't hear as the finger penetrated her twat. The mouth sucked in the flesh of her breasts, Robin's body now covering hers, nude, beautiful and muscular, every vein, nook and cranny known to her as well as her own.
His long thick dick found her cunt lips as if by habit, the turgid head slipping in and then sliding completely inside her vault, the thickness making her moan as she felt it glide full length until he had stuffed her full. The hot walls enclosed around his dick, grasping and clamping, giving it butterfly kisses in rippling muscular fluttering as he pulled backwards, almost out and slowly let the weight of his body sink the great cock full inside of her.
Her cunt burned because of him, for him, with him, the walls flexing and releasing about his cock as he felt her buttocks, his finger slipping between the slowly humping buns to find the tiny puckered opening. Deftly he inserted his finger up to the knuckle and made her squirm with delight, her ass heaving down on the penetrating digit pushing it deeper inside, the penis pounding into her as she lifted upwards, her voice groaning as she rocked back and forth.
"My goodness, look at her go," someone commented breathlessly.
"It's Robin," someone added. "Everyone says he knows how to fuck better than anyone else."
Eyes were riveted on the scene in front of them, and all of them agreed silently that Robin knew his craft, and that his sister was no sluggard.
The finger and the penis filled her with hard desire, a satisfying fullness that could only be complimented by an incredible coming, by feeling her brother's thick cock as it spewed out his come into her heated channel. The cunt walls grabbed at his rigid penis as Robin pummeled her open twat, her pelvis pushing back so hard that she was lifting him into the air and almost catching him on the rebound.
The boys sat watching, their hands clutching their cocks, the unsatisfied finding it difficult to wait as they watched the splendid exhibition in front of them, the breath catching in their throats, their cocks throbbing and pulsing as Robin pounded into his sister, Poppy responding like a well-oiled, and certainly well-practiced machine. The smell of sperm filled the air, of her cunt juices and their orgasms, the sucking sounds of cock and box filling their ears. It felt so good.
But then the sexual stroking lessened as Robin concentrated on short, hard jabs, the huge prick moving faster and faster, the thickness pulling out less and less as it banged and expanding as he began to find his orgasm.
She knew he was ready and strained to make it with him, her ass circling against cock and finger, her cunt lips grabbing and milking as she felt his hot juices begin to flood her canal, spewing out to sear the velvety walls as she began to answer, her own love offering joining his as her cunt filled to capacity and overflowed, the watching boys whistling as the overflow gushed out over Robin's balls and down through her crotch and buttocks.
"You're the best fuck in the world, Poppy," he whispered in her ear as he lay still on top of her, his body thrilling at the last convulsions of her cunt.
"We're the best in the world," she said pointedly, her teeth nipping at his ear lobe as her arms hugged and held him tight.
Gently he withdrew, his thick cock scraping out the come, making it spider web from her cunt to his slimy prick. He wiped it away and lifted his finger to his mouth, his tongue savoring the taste of their juices. Calmly, now completely satisfied, Poppy took the remaining boys, fucking them and satisfying them, her mind and body totally happy with the thoughts of Robin and his love for her.
"Hey. Guess what I just found out."
Her thoughts had kept her from hearing Robin entering the room. She could tell that there was something secret in his breathless manner.
"I didn't hear you come in," she said, running to him and throwing her arms around him, her lips covering his face with kisses.
"It's like you've been gone for days," she muttered. "Not now, Poppy. Listen," he said, drawing her to sit next to him on the bed. "I just learned that Stanley Wolff has his own private jet. How about that?"
"So? What does that mean?" she queried.
"Well, you always said you wanted to go away with me to some small island and live forever. All we have to do is find a way to learn to fly it, or find someone to fly us. And I don't think I'm going to like it here."
He grabbed her and pulled her with him down on the bed, his mouth covering hers, his teeth biting at her lips and tongue searching into her mouth, both of them happy to be alone together and with each other. Their dreams of a desert island seemed only moments away.
CHAPTER THREE
"I hope you've found everything to your liking," Stanley Wolff said to his new family. The breakfast table was resplendent with proper appointments, and Sam quietly and efficiently served them.
"It's wonderful, Stan," Doris assured him, her face still beaming like a new bride.
"I hope so. I'm sorry China isn't here, but she's--likely to sleep late every morning," he chuckled. "And she usually has good reason," he thought to himself, knowing his sister's appetites for any form of debauchery.
"I have to be in the office most of the day," he continued, "but we have a stable for riding, and there's a pool, if you haven't noticed it yet. Doris, why don't you go with me, drop me off and spend the day shopping. I want you to be happy." He fondly covered his wife's hand with his. "I think the kids can manage nicely by themselves, can't you?"
"China said I could learn to ride," Poppy interjected. Her face was glowing, her body lithe and young, still full of satisfaction with Robin, but still apprehensive about their new surroundings.
"Of course you can, Poppy. Sam will introduce you to Willie. Willie is our groomsman. One of the best around. Has a great way with horses and should have you riding in no time."
"I'd love to go with you, Stan," Doris joined in, happy to find her husband still so considerate after their marriage.
"I may just swim a bit. Could I get to see your plane?" Robin asked.
"We'll have to take the time for that. It's a couple of miles away, but I'd be glad to show it to you. I'll arrange it and maybe we can take a fast hop. I keep a pilot on call for business. There's no reason why we couldn't use it for pleasure. It's all tax deductible. Just like your clothes, Doris," he laughed.
"I've finished, thank you. Could Sam take me to the stables," Poppy asked rising from the table.
"Of course he can, Poppy. Anything you want and I don't think he's too busy." Stanley Wolff looked at the young girl. He intended to be a good husband, but there was nothing to restrict the wanderings of his eyes.
Her figure has really blossomed, he thought. I'd love to have that again. Years before, one night when he and Doris were in her apartment, he had left her bedroom to go to the bath and had seen her scurrying from Robin's room back to her own, her young body dimly revealed through the sheer covering. His body was still tingling with the hard fucking he had given Doris, but his appetite wasn't completely sated.
I can imagine what those two kids have been doing, he told himself as he stood in the bathroom. And if she--likes his young dick, she would go crazy for a bigger more experienced one, he rationalized. He had had just enough to drink that evening to be reckless. With all the women he had fucked, he had never had a girl as young or as ripe. Waiting for the minutes to pass, his mind conjured fantasies of her young body, of what he would do to it, images clear in his mind and provocative until his cock was again erect as if he had not just fucked his future wife.
Stealthily, he opened the bathroom door. The house was quiet, no bouncing bedsprings, no lights except for the dim slit under the mother's bedroom door, the warm bed he had left some minutes ago.
Cautiously, his mind intent with one purpose, he opened the door to Poppy's room wide enough, to allow his body to enter, and softly closed it behind him. Standing in the dark he could see her young body, nude and ghmmering in the light filtered through the windows.
His prick throbbed as he stood by the bed looking down at here, her curves just forming, her breasts budding, the love-mound covered with little more than down. He could discern brownish-red flecks along the slightly parted inner thighs and dried patches of clear crystallized moisture.
That little son of a bitch just got her cherry, he told himself, his intuition correct, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation, his fingers creeping up the soft thigh of the unconscious body, Poppy's legs spreading as he found the moist cunt lips. Gently spreading them, his prick stiffened more, his finger slipping to the clit, massaging it slowly, thoughtfully, until it was erect.
Her body reacted with his touch, unknowing and unaware, but finding stimulation in the sensation as the finger moved down into her stretched, newly abused cunt. He could smell the young, feminine odors, the salty scent of male semen, as his finger slid into the tight vagina, slowly working, slithering wetly, moving in and out of the hole, a natural tension flowing into the cunt lips as his hand began to fuck like a cock into the cunt.
The thrill of the snug pussy on his fingers made him more excited, made him want to fuck her at that very minute. Another finger sneaked into her cunt, his thumb continuing to rub over the little clit.
I must be crazy to want to fuck a girl this young, he tried to tell himself, finding it easier to rationalize away the urging of his morals than the pulsing of his hard dick as he admired the satiny skin between her legs, the palpitating cunt lips that surrounded his two intruding fingers, the small but pretty tits flat on her chest.
His cock jutted straight out, strong and alive, over-sized in normal erection, and stretched even more with the exercise it had given Doris and the anticipation of the body in front of him.
Any man loves a tight cunt, and the thought of the resisting channel opening with the force of his thick dick made him yearn to enter her, and the tighter it was the better his coming would be. His large balls rose and fell in his hairy scrotum, his breath coming harder in his throat as he sat on the edge of the bed, bending forward to flick at the small nipple with his wet tongue.
His lips closed over the small breast, the tongue flattening and circling over the nipple, his cock throbbing as his mouth made contact with her flesh, his saliva warm against her skin, his teeth nibbling gently, casually, luxuriating in the feel of the puckered flesh. He sucked more, firmer, feeling them grow firm in his greedy mouth, Poppy's sleeping body reacting naturally, her mind still attuned with sex and Robin.
He loved feeling the young nipple in his mouth, his mouth beginning to move slowly down her body, the tongue flicking into the navel, over her belly and to the sparse pubic hair and down. Spreading her legs gently, he eyed the swollen cunt lips and then covered them with his face. Her body moved slightly, tentatively, responding to a new sensation, not awakening, but reacting to the massaging of his experienced tongue as it lapped over the lips and up to the clit.
Skillfully he nursed it to erection just as he had her nipples, his tongue tasting the mixed juices of her recent fucking. He slurped at it, the tapered flesh dipping into the unresisting but tight hole, moving his tongue up and down the entrance, parting the lips to explore the slippery walls.
His cock felt as if it were pounding, his desire growing more intense as he continued to tongue fuck her vagina, licking and savoring her wet juices as she began to add secretions to the residue.
I'll show her what fucking is. She thinks her brother can fuck her. Wait till she feels this. His hand gripped his huge penis, rigid and hard, a monster of swollen flesh burning to penetrate the tight snatch.
Spreading her legs and moving between them, crouching to guide his cock to the entrance, his body tingled at the first electric touch of his cockhead against the wet cunt lips. Slowly, positioning his body lower as he knelt, he cautiously thrust forward, the broad head sliding between the lips only a fraction of an inch, enough for him to feel the warm, wet elasticity of her flesh as they parted for him.
With another controlled thrust the turgid head slipped deeper, halfway imbedded in the entrance, stretching the lips as he wormed his way.
Going slowly he was feeling the head being completely consumed in the cunt hole, the hot resisting tunnel challenging him. The exquisite sensation was more than he could bear, and with maximum effort he forced himself to restrain from plunging into her full length.
His cock spread the walls as he pushed in further, his eyes glazed with sensual delight as he continued to inch inward, resting a moment, slipping deeper, resting again, stretching and widening his way as the cunt became more distended and absorbed his gigantic width and length.
Now she knows how to suck a big cock, he thought to himself. And she'll never be really satisfied with anything smaller. His lips curled in a smile as he felt the head butt against the womb, his mammoth joint now completely buried, skewering her, impaling her like a telephone pole up her snatch.
Waves of ecstasy covered his body as he knelt there, his cock and body unmoving except for a pulsing that was becoming too steady as the heated flesh clamped tightly around the immense length.
Oh shit, I'm going to come, he thought to himself as he felt her young cunt become more accustomed to his great size, slowly beginning to move his dick, the movements delaying any premature ejaculation, withdrawing partially and then thrusting back in, his balls slapping lightly with his stroking, his prick working with rhythmical strokes, deep thrills of pleasure coursing through him as he thrust his prick in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, she feels so good. So tight. The tightest I've ever had;" he moaned softly to himself. His pushing and pulling movement with his thick joint almost dragged her body up and down with him like a knife held in a tight sheath. He braced himself with his arms on either side of her rib cage, his buttocks and cock seeming to work as if an entity to themselves, his brain thrilling with the sensual delight they gave him. Deep, satisfying thrills throbbed through his penis as an unconscious grinding began to start in Poppy's pelvis.
"Robin, Robin," came the small voice. Poppy's head rolled slightly from side to side, her tongue slipping between her lips, her psyche awakened to sexuality, her subconscious answering the questioning thrusts of the imagined body of her brother.
"That's right, Poppy. It's Robin," Wolff whispered, his buttocks flexing as his thrusting became more regular, the tempo even and smooth, a master at his craft, the powerful strokes burying the thick dong deep in her belly, making her begin to writhe with pleasure.
He watched her face contort with sensual grimaces as he methodically pistoned into her, squirming his buttocks to wriggle the prick against the bottom of her cunt, to force the tip of the head into the womb, to stretch the opening until he fucked her up to her belly.
He began to jam and ram harder, pulling out and driving deeper, her body answering as the cunt took him to the root of his hairy base, his balls smacking against her crotch and buttocks, his knees spreading to widen her legs for more access to her now dripping cunt.
He watched as his cock disappeared into her body then came out glistening and slimy with her juices. Bending his elbows, he lowered his head to mouth her tits, the ring of vaginal muscle tightening automatically with the touch of his hot mouth on her body.
He penetrated her completely, arching his buttocks and pelvis forward, his lips clinging to her nipple as her cunt made small thrusting movements against him. He could feel the steady throbbing beginning in earnest this time, could feel the thick muscle between his legs, deep in his crotch, begin to stiffen as he fucked urgently into her cunt.
He knew he was about to come. He couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted it to last, wanted to feel the young pussy wrapped around his immense tool, but there was no holding back. She was too tight. Each stroke was like being squeezed with a velvet glove with ten live fingers.
He thrust into her with a last convulsing jerk, the spewing semen filling her belly with the heat of his copious cream, his prick jerking in twitches as he held himself immobile over her, his chest heaving as he shuddered in incredible ecstasy of coming. Withdrawing slowly, the broad cockhead raked out the cream with it, the string of clear white juice stretching from the tip to the cunt lips, his big load spilling out of the lips and into her crotch.
Reaching down, he wiped some of the transparent liquid away with his finger.
"This will give her something to think about tomorrow," he chuckled and swiped the juice over her upper lip just before leaving her room.
"Maybe I'll go with you and then take a swim later," Robin said as Poppy began to leave the table.
"You know how to ride," his mother interjected. "He had a few lessons when he was young. You haven't forgotten, have you Robin?"
"I guess it's like riding a bicycle," he joked. "A horse is a horse."
"I have a new stud you can try. He's really very gentle, but ordinarily I don't let anyone touch him but me. Tell Willie I said that Robin could ride him, will you Sam?" The black jack-of-all-trades nodded as he cleared the dishes from the table.
"Let's go change, Robin," Poppy said with a broad smile. "I don't have anything to ride in, though. I guess I can ride in a skirt," she wondered aloud.
"My mother did," Stanley Wolff added. "However, we don't have any English saddles any more. China doesn't ride and there haven't been any ladies calling for them."
"I don't know English from Oriental," Poppy joked back.
"You'll know western because it had a big saddle horn," Robin said to her pointedly. "That's to hold on to in case you fall off." He laughed as he teased her.
"I'll meet you downstairs in a minute," she said, excusing herself and going to change.
Sam was waiting with Robin when she returned.
The stables were gleaming white and clean, and the stalls contained several horses that looked in good condition and were all immaculately groomed.
"Hi," the young man greeted them.
"Hi, Willie," Sam answered. "These are Mr. Wolff's new family. Poppy and Robin. This is Willie. The best groomsman in the state."
"State?" Willie joked back. "The world." They laughed at his exaggeration, the bright sun and pleasant surroundings matching their good moods.
"Mr. Wolff said that Robin could walk that new stud out. I don't know what to do about
Poppy," Sam volunteered.
"Do you ride well?" he asked Robin. He smiled at the boy, his eyes impressed with the physique and more with the excessive fullness between his thighs. Few people knew of Willie's proclivities, knew that his sexual appetites could be satisfied by male and female alike.
"I know how to ride," Robin said, aware of the look in the groomsman's eye and remembering that China had looked at him the same way.
"Think you can hold this one," Willie asked him as he showed them the stud. The horse was magnificent, graying in color, his big eyes black and wideset, his main lighter than his coat and well-brushed.
"I think so," Robin managed to muster being awed with the size of the horse.
"And what about you, Miss?" he asked Poppy.
"I don't know how. Could I ride double with my brother?" She clung to his arm, smiling at the groomsman as she begged.
"It's not good for the horse, but you really don't weigh much. I suppose so. But both of you be careful." Willie looked at Poppy with the same look he had given Robin, but looking at the brother again, he had the urge to, lick his lips the way he wanted to lick over that crotch.
"I'll saddle him for you," he said, bringing his mind back to the business at hand.
"And I'll get back to the house," Sam said. "You two be careful," he cautioned and turned to leave.
"It won't take you long to get the feeling of him," Willie told Robin, thinking how he'd like to get the feeling of the seventeen year old. "He's very gentle and responds to reins with the slightest movement."
"Well be all right," Robin said as Willie helped him mount, and then Poppy was lifted to sit behind him on the rump of the horse.
"You sure that's comfortable?" Willie asked her.
"Just perfect," she answered wrapping her arms around her brother's waist, her skirt riding high across her thighs.
"Stick to the roads and don't run him very much. He's going to be used for servicing next week and we don't want him worn out," Willie laughed. "I'll be in my quarters in the back when you return. Have fun," he yelled as Robin guided the horse away, the huge animal moving sleekly, easily as Poppy bounced lightly behind him, her round buttocks flattening with the gait, her thighs spread over the back of the horse, the rear of the saddle rubbing against the soft flesh just above her Venus-mound.
"It's so wonderful being out here like this, isn't it?" she said.
"Just the two of us," the brother agreed. He could feel her full breasts pressing into his back and her arms were tight around his waist, the friction of their lightly bouncing bodies causing her nipples to become erect so that he could feel the two points like swords pressing through his shirt.
Robin remembered his riding lessons well, taking the horse from a trot to a smooth gallop, their bodies rolling together in the smooth rhythm, working together in an even tempo, Poppy holding firmly, her hands dropping lower, down past her brother's belt to his familiar thighs. She could feel the hard muscles of his legs flexed tight against the saddle.
Her fingers wandered slightly back and forth, moving closer to his crotch, she could feel the bulge in the fabric, feel the twin globes of his balls, the long mound of his penis. Gently she stroked in time with the movement of the horse, her hand grasping lightly, covering his maleness. Back and forth their bodies moved, her hand working methodically until she felt her brother's cock lengthen and harden.
"Wonderful," she crooned behind him, never getting-enough of him. Quickly her hands found the buttons of his levis and worked to undo the fly.
"Ooohhh," she breathed quietly as she touched the wiry pubic hair, insinuating her hand further until she could feel the silky skin of his erect phallus.
"Lovely. Lovely," she said huskily, squeezing his balls through the fabric with one hand, the fingers of the other busy working his cock out of his pants.
"Ouch. That hurts. You can't bend it like that," he told her.
"Why don't you let me ride in front of you?" she asked, giving the huge cock a firm squeeze. Quickly he slowed the horse, stopping only for a moment for her to change places. Moving in front of him she sat with her legs over his, dangling one on either side, her back to him as they continued to ride.
Robin moved his hand under his sister's skirt which was riding high on her legs, his fingers finding no restrictions, no panties. Familiarly he stroked her buttocks at the side as he caressed the skin of her inner thighs. Slowly he entwined his lingers in her pubic hair, pulling and scratching, his nails biting into her skin. "You take the reins," he told her. "But Robin, I don't know what to do," she protested.
"Just hold them. He knows what to do. He won't do a thing," he assured her.
She took the leather straps and felt him lift her skirt from behind. She was bouncing lightly on his thighs, her cunt stretching with the wide position of her legs, when she felt the hot thickness against her skin. Taking his cock out of his pants, he placed it straight up in the crack of her buttocks so that it rubbed up and down as the horse galloped along.
His other hand moved into her crotch, his long middle finger tickling up and down the hair-lined slit, slowly moving and circling as it began to penetrate her now moist opening. As they rode she moved her body back and forth with the gait, backwards against the huge cock, forward onto his finger.
"That feels so good," she said with delight as he began to unbutton her blouse and squeeze her breasts. His finger tweaked the nipples, milked and squeezed the firm flesh as he rubbed his cock up and down in the crack of her ass.
"Let me turn around," she said. Without stopping the horse she threw her leg over into a side-saddle position, twisted and lay back against the neck of the horse, moving the other leg up and over so that she faced him, her thighs still on top of his.
"Now, let me have it," she smiled looking him in the eyes. Reaching down, she clenched his thick cock in her fist, lifting slightly on his thighs as she rubbed the broad cockhead against her stretched pussy lips. Working his stiff pole like a swizzle stick, she threw her cunt downward toward it as he thrust upward, feeling the wet lips part, sucking him inward.
"Now make him gallop again," she said as he kicked the horse in the flanks, the sudden movement driving his cock into her as the horse established the smooth stride. She put an arm around his neck, and with her free hand lifted a full breast from her open blouse to his lips.
"Suck it. Suck on it." Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his lips cover the broad nipple, felt his cock drumming back and forth in her cunt as the horse continued the loping rhythm, her hair blowing in the wind, streaming across his face.
"Make him trot," she asked, and Robin slowed the horse, the jogging pace making his cock move in short jabs up and down into her wet channel. He held the reins with his arm around her, his mouth sucking her breast as he reached down between them to feel his cock, the lips clamping and clasping on the tool as it continued in the short stabbing motion. Searching the wet cunt lips, he found her clit and began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, making her twitch at the touch.
"Oh. That's beautiful. Beautiful."
She clung to him with both arms, feeling his tongue tease the erect nipple, his teeth bite as he pressed the jutting point up against the roof of his mouth, lips sucking, smacking at her smooth flesh. Holding her thighs firm, she balanced on his legs feeling the quick sharp movement, his cock only a few firm inches inside her seething pussy.
Her juices lubricated the canal, and relaxing her muscles she let her body drop as far down as possible, feeling the wide maleness pushing up into her, pushing aside the hot, velvety walls, withdraw with the stride of the horse, press up inward again, withdraw, quick short jabs as his fingers continued to massage her inflamed clitoris.
"Make him lope now. A nice smooth lope." she purred.
She felt him spur the horse into the new gait, and at the same moment felt like she was being split in two as his stallion-sized penis thrust up into her hungry cunt.
"Ooooohhh. Yes. Nice and smooth. Ooohh, yes."
Both of them began to feel the need of their bodies, of the urgency within them as the stroking of cock into pussy was established at the even tempo.
She began to lap at his neck, her lips sucking at his flesh, her tapered tongue licking, tasting the salt taste of perspiration on him. Wriggling, she worked her ass back and forth, feeling the giant phallus slide in and out making her tighten the magic ring of muscle, trying to hold all of it inside of her, pull more of it into her. Hot, slick and wet, her cunt felt like fire as he impaled her again and again.
"Trot. Make him trot," she breathed. She could feel her orgasm approaching.
"Make up your mind," he said testily, feeling his own climax readying, his balls rolling and stirring in their close confines of the levis. The short jabbing movement was driving him wild as she lifted both legs and wrapped them around him in a sitting position. Wildly she began to move her ass, rotating, gyrating, circling into figure eights as she lifted herself and dropped down, lifted and dropped, the quick movement almost double timing the stroke. She thrust and then suddenly groaned.
"Oh, shit. I don't believe it." She had moved so fast, so hard, so wildly, that the horn of the saddle had just slipped into her anus, the thick leather ridge pushing up, her sphincter closing so that it wouldn't dislodge.
"Don't stop. I'm getting ready to come. Make him gallop. Make him gallop. That's it. I'm getting ready. That's it," she moaned as she felt the long thick tool stroke in and out, the saddle horn matching the mobbing movements of their bodies as she was double-fucked by living flesh and an inanimate object.
"Oh, damn," Robin began to groan as he felt his climax start to arrive.
"Fuck me back. Fuck me back," he told her, and like an insane woman, her legs wrapped around him as she balanced over him, he felt his come begin to shoot out, the hot burning sensation at the base of his cock becoming stronger as he spurted out his hot cream into her canal.
Suddenly, he couldn't control the horse any longer. The stallion had spotted a waiting mare, hot in season, and broke away. Before they knew what had happened, the stallion had found the mare and was trying to mount her.
"Oh, oh," Poppy screamed. Desperately she clung to Robin, feeling his cock throb out his gism as her own orgasm began, trying to hold him in the saddle as the two of them were thrown backwards, wanting to be deep inside of her as she felt the convulsions begin, felt her body throb in climax.
She was held there, not being able to move, the saddle horn up her anus holding her as if she were on a coat rack. The position, the weight of his body, the frantic movement of the stallion were too much for her as Robin fell from the horse, his cock still spewing its juices as he fell to the ground with a bounce.
Looking down at him, she began to laugh. Realizing how ridiculous their situation would look to anyone, he joined in. Both of them were still giggling when they returned to the stable.
"Did you have a good time," Willie asked. "What happened to you?" he said to Robin, noticing the boy walking awkwardly.
"He fell off," Poppy laughed.
"Did you hurt yourself," the groom inquired. "Better let me check you. Poppy, walk the horse around the yard a bit to let him cool down, then put him in the stall. I'll check your brother. Come on with me, Robin," he said, leading the boy to his quarters.
"Where did it hurt?" Willie asked.
"On my ass where I fell," Robin chuckled with the obvious answer.
"Get those pants off and let me take a look. I wouldn't want Mr. Wolff to think I shirked my duties." His eyes gleamed as Robin stared coolly at him. Wise for his years, Robin knew what the man had in mind, knew that a pretext was being used to get him to strip.
He didn't mind. If the man wanted to see his body, suck his dick, it was all the same. Sex was sex no matter whose. Robin had felt no shame about his body or using it since his early introduction in his preteens, one of the normal experiences of that age with an older, more mature boy.
He grinned at the corners of his mouth as he unbuttoned the jeans and slowly worked them down. Willie watched, grinding his teeth as he saw that Robin wore no underwear, saw the hairline begin to appear at the navel, down the tightly-muscled stomach to the dark pubic bush. At that point Robin stopped, teasing the watching eyes, the pants revealing just the hairy base of the thick cock.
Tauntingly, Robin worked slower, revealing the hanging inches of his cock, and just as the pants began to clear the broad cock head, he turned, Willie gasping at being cheated and stared at the perfectly-formed and well-muscled buttocks.
"That's where it hurts. Nowhere else," Robin said with a challenge in his voice. He could hear the breath slowly escaping from Willie's mouth.
"Shit, what an ass," Willie muttered to himself," as good-looking as his sister's." His hand moved to Robin's buttocks, cupping the finely-formed cheek, Robin inhaling quickly at the touch.
"Does that hurt?" Willie asked huskily.
Robin could hear the heat in the man's frustrated voice.
"Not now," Robin teased, his eyes closing as he felt the hands begin to rove over his cheeks and around to the front of his thighs, lightly and deftly, the feathering touch causing his cock to jerk, hardening and standing straight out in front of him, bobbing up and down as Willie's fingers circled around the thick hairy root.
"Nice and hard already. You're a wise one, aren't you," Willie muttered. His hand was demanding as it clasped Robin's iron-hard flesh. "I'll bet that hard thing hurts more than anything else. You better let me massage that swollen muscle. Sit down on the bed," he said softly.
Moving awkwardly, his pants down around his knees, he sat on the edge, Willie kneeling on the floor, staring at the big phallus as he pulled the pants over the shoes and off. The erection stood out from Robin's body like a flagpole, as if it hadn't been used in days, his rod still looking full and swollen, the scrotum bulging with sperm.
Willie licked his lips, wetting them as he moved between the legs, his mouth covering the fiery joint, sucking forcefully with powerful strokes. Robin felt his desire flood through his body as he watched the man's head bobbing on his cock, expertly, methodically, the tongue working a wet trail up and down the length of the firm dick.
Willie's movements froze as a giggle filled the room, Robin's eyes opening as he looked at Poppy who leered at them.
"Don't stop," she said. "I'll just watch." She grinned and sprawled on the bed next to Robin.
Willie was suspended in embarrassment, the cock in his hand still swollen like an immense snake, glistening with his saliva.
Robin was slightly amused by his sister knowing that she would work herself into the situation even though she was just freshly fucked. His cock felt like iron in the hand of the man, and once aroused, he always had to find release.
"Don't let her bother you. She's just being nosey," he told Willie, his hand pushing the hungry lips back down into place while he slapped Poppy playfully on her ass. Poppy continued to grin as she watched Willie begin to devour her brother's big cock, the tongue snaking over the length, around the head and down from the tip to the hairy scrotum.
"Delicious," she said, and began to squirm out of her clothes, pulling off her blouse and unhooking the bra so hat her tits hung free, the nipples still pointing forward, the skirt twisting away until she was naked beside her brother on the bed.
Robin grinned at her, Willie's mouth sucking avidly, as he lay back, the object of passion pulling Poppy to him, his tongue filling her mouth and snaking into her throat. His hand left Willie's bobbing head and felt of her breasts, full and ripe, squeezing and thumbing the nipple making it harder and more erect.
Willie sucked with practiced efficiency, Robin's big cock filling his mouth with every plunge downward, the boy mouthed his sister's tit in time with the cock-sucking groomsman, the nipping and chewing on Poppy's breast making her hot and horny again, drawing her body closer to her brother so that they could feel each other's body.
She guided his hand to her pussy, his fingers teasing and rubbing, two digits insinuating themselves in the velvety heat of her cunt, slipping between the wet crease to the knuckles as his thumb strummed her clitoris, teasing it harshly, making Poppy pant for him.
like a bitch in heat, she moved over his body, her legs straddling his chest, her knees inches forward until her cunt hung over his mouth, her thighs burning his cheeks as he buried his chin in her crotch, his tongue pointing and thrusting between the moist cunt lips.
Poppy moaned over her brother, her naked buttocks jiggling as he ate her roughly, the hard thrusts of the tapered tongue making her ass weave from side to side, back and forth as Willie slurped and gobbled on her brother's magnificent prick.
Her juices trickled down over Robin's chin, his mouth sucking harder in time with the cock-sucking of his prick. The deeper Willie lunged onto his cock, the deeper Robin thrust his tongue into his sister's snatch. The faster the man bobbed his head, the faster the boy's mouth gobbled at the pussy.
Robin was hot as a firecracker. The dual sensations of being sucked and cunt-lapping drove him to a desperate height. His tongue dug into his sister's cunt, ruthlessly attacking the seething hole, her body tensing, the cunt lips spasming as her ass fishtailed against his face, Robin's buttocks beginning to flex, making his pelvis lift and fall against Willie's opposing mouth.
"That's it. That's it," Poppy groaned over her brother, her cunt lips closing, then gaping open like a fish mouth, her hot juices flowing out, flooding his mouth in a heated stream, Robin's dick beginning to jet his sperm into Willie's hot oral cavity in blinding flashes of white pearls.
Robin took it all, loving the taste of his sister's young cunt and streaming offering, his prick filling Willie's throat with his hot, white cream, the man choking as he swallowed all of the big load and gulped for more, his hand and tongue milking the elongated phallus to find every drop.
Robin reached for her tits, his fingers tweaking the erect nipples, his tongue licking, mouth suctioning for the residue of her juices, his own pelvis continuing to fuck his cock into the slobbering mouth. When there was no more left, he rolled her off him, Poppy and Robin breathing hard as Willie's hips held the thick meat, softly sucking, working to keep the dick hard and firm.
"Don't you think we should help Willie out?" Robin grinned at his sister, both of them looking down to the hand that was masturbating the thick, stubby cock. Willie's mouth clung to Robin's cock, his head rising and falling in time with his hand as he jerked on his tool.
"Take your clothes off, Willie," Poppy told him as she lay on her back, Robin beginning to kiss her breasts again, sucking the nipple in and out like a cow chewing its cud. Willie was very fast and moved to lay on the other side of the young girl, his eyes filled with admiration for the young body, his hand fluttering over Poppy's flat stomach and down to her love mound, his palm flattening against the nest as he cupped her genitals and began to finger her cunt vigorously. She felt Willie's mouth on hers as Robin continued to lave over her breasts, Willie's fingers slipping through her cunt lips, her body covered with delicious sensual feelings, her snatch burning again, her thighs opening and closing against the curious hand as she tried to pull it deeper inside of her.
Willie's mouth left hers as he worked a wet trail of kisses down over her stomach and into her crotch, Poppy widening her legs to allow him to search through her crotch, his tongue probing into her slit more expertly than her brother, her hips rotating and thrusting toward him as Robin squeezed her tit and watched Willie begin to lap at his sister's seething twat.
Willie pried the lips apart with his thumbs, exposing the pink, wet opening, his breath hot against her flesh, thrilling her as he blew into her burning hole. The tongue explored, worming into her depths, hips writhing slowly upwards to meet the tapered flesh, teeth biting at the juicy, pouty flanges, her clit being assaulted expertly by teeth and tongue.
"You must have loved it," Poppy said heatedly to Robin as Willie licked insanely at her pussy, her pelvis moving wildly against his face, Robin milking and kissing each tit alternately, his prick pushing against her side in a slow fucking motion.
Willie's hand crept under her buttocks, lifting them as he worked his way up between her thighs, spreading them, opening them wider as he pressed his thick, beer can-sized dick against the wet slick opening. Lifting her onto his thighs, he felt the cunt lips spread as his hard dick began to slip inside the vaginal vault, the precious ring of muscle stretching as she massaged her inner thighs with his hands, his cock moving slowly into her, the walls hot and fluttering around his thick tool.
"Put it in. Put the rest of it in," Poppy told him, her cunt becoming fiery with the great stretching of the abnormally thick tool. Her pussy sucked at the meat, her hips undulating and snaking up on the joint until she felt his wiry pubic hairs scratching against her soft flesh.
With a groan he pushed his pelvis forward and completed his penetration, her pussy lips tightening and clamping at the hairy root of his cock, his balls hanging in the crack of her ass as he began to fuck with long hard strokes, grinding and swiveling in and out of her wildly clutching hole.
"I think you owe me one," Robin said with a leer and moved upward on the bed, his hand cupping her chin and turning her face toward his prick. "I ate you last. Your turn," he chuckled and pressed the tip of his cock head against her lips.
Her tongue flicked at the crystal drop of dew caught in the tiny eye, Robin's hand behind her head pressing her mouth firmly against his cock, the thick head rubbery against her tongue and mouth as she opened her lips to take it.
Willie jammed his prick in and out of her grateful cunt as her cheeks hollowed with her sucking of her brother's dick, Robin's hips establishing a regular fucking motion, her pelvis working in time with his as she danced her cunt up and down on Willie's faster-moving prick, his fingers digging into her ass as he held her firmly, looking down to watch his great thickness pushing and pulling into the wide-stretched hole.
Robin watched with pleasure as his sister's mouth sucked voraciously at his love muscle, his lips curling in a smile with the delicious sensation, his ass pistoning back and forth, working the big dick deeper, forcing her to take more of his great length until he felt his prick bend slightly and worm into her throat past the pillars and the uvula.
He watched as Willie rammed into her, his body feeling the pounding of body against body, the cock filling her cunt, his big dong stuffing her mouth full again and again. Poppy's lips formed a hard oval, her mouth becoming a receptacle for fucking, both cocks fucking into her, filling her with fire and excitement, the penis moving deeper into her throat with each inward stroke, the big tool stuffing her cunt to the stretching point, sledgehammer strokes buffeted her above and below, orgasm approaching for the three of them.
Robin could feel the throbbing begin. Poppy could feel he expansion of his dick in her mouth. Willie's movements were beyond his control, her cunt rose and fell as she felt her release arriving.
Harder Willie tore into her snatch, Robin searing the walls of her throat with his prick, Poppy's legs flailing from side to side, lifting and wrapping around Willie's waist to pull him tighter.
She slammed her seething twat against Willie's pummeling dick, her orgasm consuming her body, Willie ramming into her with a hard lunge, Robin's cock giving a huge throb as the come exploded and shot down her throat, Willie's sperm jetting into her snatch, filling her canal with hot fluid, scalding her walls as she felt her pussy convulse and begin to spew out her molten secretions. Robin pushed hard into her mouth, the pulsing seeming unending as he came in great globs. Willie held himself rigid as he felt his member continue to jet out the spray of creamy liquid and Poppy gulped fast to drink the come as her pussy convulsed around the thick dick filling her cunt.
She still sucked at her brother's cock as he pulled it out of her tight mouth with a popping sound, Willie leaning back to withdraw slickly, Poppy's legs falling to the bed on either side of him, the three of them totally spent.
"I really like horseback riding, Willie," Poppy said as the three of them dressed.
"But next time, we can forget about the horse!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Did you have a good time?" he asked as they walked back toward the Wolff mansion.
"Wonderful," Poppy replied with a laugh. "But horseback riding surely does make your cunt sore." Her hand stroked into her crotch, rubbing the well-used area as he joined her laughter at the double entendre.
"Let's swim. That'll take care of your soreness," Robin offered. "I still don't like it here. Do you?"
"It's all right, Robin. There's not as much privacy as we had before, and we aren't apart that much. At least so far."
"Yeah. I know. I wish I could learn to fly that plane, then we could get away from everyone. What do you think about China?" he asked. "She's a strange one. I'll bet she'd really be a hot fuck."
"Since when did you like older women?" Poppy queried, a tinge of jealousy sounding in her voice. She could never control those feelings, though both she and Robin entertained others sexually with complete freedom, without it interfering in their relationship.
"There's just something about her. I don't know," his voice trailed off.
"I'll go change and meet you at the pool." Poppy said as she changed the subject.
"Why change?" Robin asked. "There's no one at home. China's asleep, everyone else is gone, and it's more fun in the raw. I'll race you to the pool." he yelled and ran, leaving her behind.
The swimming pool was beautifully landscaped behind the house, a flight of steps leading down to the flagstone terrace surrounding the cool blue-green water. The shrubbery and flowers were well-groomed, lending color to the cabana used for changing, parties, games.
"Put on some records," Robin yelled as he began to strip out of his clothes, his body lean and muscled, the manhood at the center of his body full and long as it hung from the thick wiry forest of pubic hair.
"Last one in gets fucked," he quipped to her as he dived in to the cool water, Poppy standing to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she sat for a moment on a chaise lounge, the warmth of the sun delicious on her shoulders as she removed her blouse and proceeded to unhook the bra.
Standing, she watched her brother's body cut through the water, her eyes filling with his sleek body as she continued to undress and go into the party room. The sounds of acid rock covered the pool area, Poppy dancing back to the pool side in undulating rhythm, her hips weaving and swaying, Robin standing in the shallow water, watching.
"That'll get you in a lot of trouble," he said, his voice carrying over the still water, Poppy smiling at him as she stood at the pool edge, her pelvis quietly moving back and forth with sensuous movement, her legs wide, the triangle of her Venus mound and bush shoving back and forth, slowly grinding with the rhythm of the hot music.
Robin could see the pouty cunt lips and slowly moved through the water to where she was standing until he rested his arms on the pool, looking up to watch the cunt lips moving lewdly.
"You little prick tease," he muttered with a laugh and grabbed for her ankle, pulling her into the water, Poppy screaming with laughter as she tried to free herself from his grasp, her body plunging explosively into the coolness as she slipped away from him, swimming fast before he could overtake her.
"Oh no you don't" he yelled, grabbing her to duck her under the water, but she was quicker than he, her body twisting and turning as she rose higher, her hands on his shoulders as she caught him off guard and ducked him first, her laughter ringing in the morning air, his body sliding down hers, his hands grabbing at her bush. She squealed at the strength of his hands and let him go, Robin surfacing and both of them playing and laughing as they splashed each others' face, the spray covering each of them, filling the air until they tired and began to swim the length of the pool side by side.
"Isn't this great. See, if we left we wouldn't have all this," Poppy said dreamily, her eyes closed, her neck stretched back lifting her face to the sun, her breasts jutting out as she arched her back, a vision of a proud young animal.
"But we might have a whole island to ourselves and the entire ocean," Robin parried, moving behind her to encircle her with his arm, his hand cupping her pointed tit, pulling him tightly to her as she tried to get away from him.
"Not now, Robin. I'm too tired," she said, feeling his cock begin to harden as it slid between her buttocks.
"You've never been too tired. You were born wanting it. At least after I showed you," he joked, her body relaxing and enjoying the closeness of him, her pelvis and legs floating to the surface as she lay her head on his shoulder, the water supporting her weight like a water lily, his hands holding her breasts as the sun streamed down over them, the brother and sister lost in the luxury of the moment.
His tongue licked at her neck and shoulder, dipping into her ear as his teeth nipped gently as the tiny lobe, her tongue licking over her lips as she thought of his thick tongue in her mouth, of how it felt when she sucked on it, the taste of his saliva as she drank it from his lips.
The cool water slapped between her spread legs, the sun hot on her bush and love nest as he began to slowly float her body to the side of the pool.
"Hold on to the side," he told her, turning her body around so that her arms were stretched out and behind, her body extended toward the center of the pool, Robin standing between her legs in the chest-high cooling wetness.
Moving in closer, he lifted on her thighs, working them back over his shoulders as he cupped her buttocks to lift the cunt higher toward his face, the water supporting her weight as Poppy watched anxiously, knowing full well what he was about to do.
Pushing her upward as if lifting barbells, her buttocks in the palms of his hand, he spread her cunt lips with his thumbs, the pubic hairs curling wetly around her snatch, the lips washed clean with the chlorine water of the pool.
Her head bobbed up and down in the water, her hair floating around her as she felt his tongue gingerly lick over the lips, the touch electrifying as it always was, a tingling surging through her body as his head buried itself between her thighs, the tongue darting in and out of her hole, slithering like a snake, driving and plunging into her vagina.
Behind her closed eyelids she could see pictures of her brother as he slowly lapped at her cunt, her pelvis bobbing and making fucking motions toward his face as he held her firmly, helping her hips hump as he sucked greedily, ate her snatch like a banquet.
His tongue lashed into her open pussy, licking flatly up the slit to ravish the exposed clitoris, tasting the cunt juices as they mixed with the water and washed away. Poppy tried to spread her thighs further apart, her hips wriggling in Robin's grasp, his hot tongue lapping at her crease, her burning clit, her flesh tingling as the cool water formed an opposite pole of sensation lapping over her body as it twitched and squirmed.
Robin sucked at her cunt juices, his lips and tongue stimulating her seething passage, his tongue gliding in and out like an experienced professional, persistent and hard. Deeper Robin thrust his tongue, her pussy opening wider, cavernous and hungry as his hot saliva wetted the lips and hot walls.
Her hips began to thrash up and down, her body making waves in the pool, rising to lap over her abdomen, her breasts, Robin feeling the tension of her body in his hands, the tremors of her inner thighs as they pressed against the sides of his head, the twitching of her cunt, as waves of intense pleasure began to shoot through her body, his mouth sucking at the hot hole to drink all of her secretions, the thin delicious stream of come spewing, covering his lips and tongue.
Ecstasy filled her, her hole, her stomach, her erect nipples, spasms of delight convulsing her pussy as Robin methodically drained her body, little white eyes of juice floating on the water where his ravishing lips had missed her spewing come.
He looked at her face, her eyes closed, her head bobbing up and down with the water as she tried to hold on to the moment of ecstasy, her pussy still convulsing as he pulled his head away and held her lightly as she floated on the surface.
"Terrific," he murmured quietly, his hand reaching down under the water to stroke his hard dick, the cool water doing nothing to allay the heat in the great iron hard length.
"My turn," he grinned at his sister, his arm pulling her body down into the water, his prick angling upwards as her legs passed on either side of his, his dong lodging against the cunt lips. Putting his hands at her waist, he pulled her downward, her calves wrapping around him low on his hips, ankles locking behind him as he forced his thick dick into her twat.
"Good. That feels so good," Poppy crooned as she felt the pressing upwards in her belly.
"Let me have all of it inside me. I want to feel all of you." She crooned in his ear, her arms circling around his neck to hold her body in perfect position for his impaling thrust.
Robin's engorged cockhead slid easily between the cunt lips, the iron-hard length gliding inward, upward, making her gasp as it plunged the full length into her slippery hole, her body shuddering as she began to ride back and forth slowly, Robin holding to the edge of the pool, his feet gripping at the cement bottom as he locked his legs in place and let Poppy fuck her cunt on his joy rod.
The heat of her steamy cunt scorched his rod, the blunt head pounding into her as she controlled the fucking with her pistoning buttocks, her ass working back and forth, causing the water to froth and foam as she strained to make both of them come, Robin holding firmly to the side of the pool to keep their bodies upright.
"Fuck me back. Help me. Faster," she groaned in her brother's ear, the water splashing around them with her wild gyrations.
Robin thrust his pelvis forward, Poppy rotating her pussy around his pole, working from side to side, up and down, back and forth, his cock driving deeper into her belly as she forced her pussy down on the lovestick, her legs locking tighter around him, pulling him closer to her, holding the dick deep inside as she made short jabbing movements with her cunt and ass.
"It's coming. I'm coming," he gasped as his monstrous organ began to explode, cock and cunt pumping against each other as the giant muscle spasmed jet after jet of jism into her clasping channel.
"Fill me up. Fill me with your hot cream," she moaned, her lips seeking his, her mouth covering his in a tongue dueling kiss as her pussy began to convulse, her passage flooding with her orgasm, her canal growing hotter around his prick as he felt the contractions of the vaginal muscles fluttering and milking at his tool, the water around them growing calm as their motions ceased, their breathing heavy from their exertions.
"Let's get some sun," Robin said, stepping back to let his softening cock pull out of his sister's cunt. It felt good to Poppy to let her legs fall, drifting with the water fluidly, the muscles in her body relaxing as the two of them climbed from the pool and lay side by side on the chaise lounge, the sun warming their nude bodies.
China had slept past noon, awakening hot and horny, stretching like a sleek cat, the sheets feeling cool against her slim body, her cunt tingling, the sensation making her rub through her pubic hairs and over her cunt lips.
She loved to feel her hands on her pussy, but then, China loved feeling anything that stimulated her genitals, and preferably a big thick dick, not that she was adverse to a strong, tapered tongue, and that could be male or female.
Her body responded, wide awake after the hours of sleep, to the touch of her fingers, her pussy beginning to throb as she played with her cunt lips, her fingers dipping into the crease as she fantasized about cocks and cunts, her buttocks beginning to rotate against the digit that she twirled in her slippery hole.
She sighed deeply as she looked at her exposed clit, her fingernail scraping against fragile treasure, sparks of electricity shooting through her cunt and belly to the points of her nipples. Reaching to the side of the bed, her hand grasped a bottle of oil, and pouring her palm full, she began to rub the lubricant up and down her crease, the frictioning of the oily substance making her buttocks squirm, her pussy lips hotter as her cunt yearned to be filled.
Her oily finger slipped easily into her cunt hole, gliding, thrusting, wiggling in tantalizing movements that made her pant as she strummed her thumb across her clit, her juices beginning to stream and add to the copious application of oil.
Rolling slightly toward her nightstand, she reached for the hair brush she used each night on her luxurious thickness, placing the rounded plastic tip at the lips of her cunt and then slowly worming it inward, turning and twisting it slowly, spreading the labia as if she were buttering a piece of toast, her mind full of visions of great cocks, her hand oiling her skin as she squeezed at her breasts, fingers tweaking the nipples, pulling on them hard until she felt pain, the point extended until she thought the skin would burst. Then she lifted one full breast and began to suck on it, continuing to slowly work the brush handle, sideways, lengthwise, in and out, rotating her ass around the imitation phallus, churning and writhing as she slid it further in her vagina.
Her mouth lolled open as she thought of pricks of every size and color, dreaming of insatiable penises fucking her and making her come in a series of endless orgasms. Cock into cunt; heavy veined cocks with big redish heads; juicy open cunts dripping with hot secretions; pubic hair matted and curling with saliva and sperm; all this filled her mind as she twitched and turned in pleasure against the handle.
Her snatch clamped at the narrow width, cunt walls feverish for stretching as she pulled it almost all the way out and then roughly shoved it back in up to the bristles, the wiry bristles brushing against her clit, China panting harder, cunt writhing, dancing the length of the plastic brush as she felt the fire begin to rage in her loins.
Her hand worked faster as she bit harder on her nipple, her tongue laving over her flesh, teeth nipping, biting sharply in self-induced pain as she worked toward self-induced climax. She could feel that big dong working its way in her wet hole, man after man filling her, her body arching to meet each one of them in an endless, faceless string of hot dicks.
Her buttocks rose and fell against her ministrations, the steamy orifice swallowing the handle with her expert drubbing, her mouth ravaging her breasts, her free hand rubbing and pinching over her body as she quickened the tempo, fucked her hips faster and brought herself to the height of climax, her orgasm shooting out, covering the handle and dripping into her crotch, trickling down through the crack of her buttocks, over her ass-hole and onto the sheets.
She lay back momentarily spent, exhausted with the effort of her manipulations, her breath growing calmer as her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of music and laughter.
"Who is that?" she asked herself as she got out of bed, walked to the window and pulled the drapes slightly apart. Below, lying on a chaise lounge, she could see the naked bodies of Poppy and Robin. Her hand groped at her cunt as she saw the huge dick standing straight in the air as his sister rubbed sun tan oil over his body, the girl's hand slowly and evenly covering the rigid pole with the lubricant as the boy lay on his back, his hips rising and falling against her clasping fist.
"Oh my," what a huge prick," China said as she took her voyeuristic pleasures. "I've got to have that cock in me. I need any cock in me," she mused, her hand beginning to frig her cunt once again. She couldn't watch them any longer, and forced herself away from the window, going to the telephone on her nightstand. Pushing a button, she listened to the hollow ringing. It stopped on the third ring when a low man's voice answered.
"Sam. This is China. Come to my room." She didn't give any time for an answer, hanging up the phone and crawling on the bed, her legs spread wide as she thrust a pillow under her ass, her eyes closed as she waited, visions of Robin's cock filling her cunt, his young strong body covering hers.
Her reverie was interrupted by the soft knocking at the door.
"You wanted something, Miss China," Sam asked as he entered the room.
"Damn right I do, or I wouldn't have called you," she answered, her body lewd in its position, her legs spread lasciviously wide, her cunt pink and open, lips flowered and waiting.
"Get your clothes off. You know why you're here. Hurry!"
Poppy looked at Robin's swollen cock.
"It never seems to go down," she muttered idly as she massaged the oil over the turgid flesh.
"You never let it," he joked back, her hand feeling delicious on his rigid member, his body warmed by the sun, his cock and balls warmed by the slick lubricant.
"Let's do it again," Poppy said quietly, her twat dripping with her juices as his finger played idly with her swollen cunt lips.
"Let's try something different," Robin answered, his eyes closed as he cupped her love nest. "Get on your hands and knees." China would not have been able to make her phone call if she had seen Robin kneeling behind Poppy, his fingers parting the cunt lips of his sister and guiding his iron hard prick inside the ring of muscle.
Slowly he let her cunt drink his dick in, Poppy flaring her ass and rearing back, opening as wide as she could, his fingers spreading the pussy lips wider around his meat as he slid inside, slipping deep until he was buried completely. His fingers wandered to find her clit, massaging and rolling it as he slowly pushed in, slowly pulled out, the sensation of the casual fucking delighting their young bodies.
Sam was used to being summoned by China. Any time she was horny she called him, but it had to be when everyone was away from the house. Now that there were people here, they would have to be more discreet. However, he wouldn't mind putting it to that young Poppy.
"She sure has got a wiggle to her ass," he said to himself as he undressed.
"Hurry up, I told you," China hissed impatiently, her eyes staring at the familiar bulge in his shorts, watching it grow with fascination, Sam watching her as his desire grew, licking his thick lips as he looked at the pink pussy waiting for his dick.
Slowly, methodically he undressed, teasing her, making her wait for his crowbar of thick black meat. China licked her lips, her mouth dry in anticipation, licked in anxiety as he calmly hung his trousers and shirt on the chair and bent to untie the laces of his shoes.
"Damn you. Hurry up. I can't wait," she said as he walked to the side of the bed, his underwear still covering what she sought. Reaching out, she tugged at the snaps of his underwear, the popping sounds echoing as the restraining fabric fell away revealing his gigantic cock. It was like a hooded black cobra, weaving back and forth in front of her, her fingers curling around it, pulling at it, dragging it toward her, forcing him to climb onto the bed.
She never ceased to be amazed at its size. It was the cock that had filled her and stretched her more than any man she had ever known, and the number was considerable. Her buttocks thrust upwards toward him as he knelt between her legs.
"I know what will please you," he said softly and nosed his way along the burning lips of her cunt, sniffing like a dog after a bitch in heat, his long tongue wriggling into her steamy twat, licking at the oil and the juices, working deep inside, massaging her clit, licking it, sucking it, the tongue dipping back into her burning hole, exploring the probing the hot walls until she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Fuck me. Fuck me now," she begged hotly.
"Not yet. Not yet," he grinned back at her as he worked his way over her body, straddling her, her hands feeling of his muscled stomach and down to his crotch and gargantuan tool. Feeling of the heavy testicles, she rolled them in her fingers, her eyes hypnotized by the generous size as her fingers closed around the heavy dick, the cock so wide that the end of her thumb and forefinger could not meet. Slowly she jerked the foreskin back and forth, the eye widening with her stroking, her hand pulling him over her as her lips roamed over his satiny dark body, lips nibbling at his nipples, his stomach, and finally the base of his dick.
He watched as her mouth opened to take him, ovaling around the gigantic meat, lips stretching to accommodate his great size, her tongue teasing around and around the huge head, his buttocks swizzling his cock in opposition to her mouthing.
Robin's cock slid easily in and out of Poppy's snatch as he bore into her from behind, her buttocks soft and rounded, knees spread wide as he gently banged his pelvis against her. Driving in he would be swallowed up full length, stopping for a moment to flex the big love muscle, her cunt walls fluttering against the expansion, and then slowly withdraw, the slimy juices hot and steamy, making his cock glisten in the bright sun. He watched with fascination as he fucked her, watched his cock reappearing shiny and thick, the pussy lips clinging to the meat, becoming convex and then concave with the withdrawal and returning lunge.
He pulled the head of his prick just to the ring of muscle and thrust back in, repeating the flexing and routine of stroking as he thumbed her clit, her ass swaying from side to side, her tits being mauled by his free hand as they took their pleasure slowly, savoring each stroke, each delicious sensation.
China pulled the great dong into her mouth, Sam's throbbing flesh filling her oral cavity quickly, hitting against the back of the woman's throat, though over half his length was not consumed by her voracious mouth. Her hand grasped the rigid flesh forcefully, jerking the loose skin back and forth with the tempo of her sucking mouth, his hips moving easily against her, her lips a tight ring as she suctioned tighter on his black dick.
Sam grunted in passion as he looked down at her contorted face, his prick throbbing as he watched her greedily eat his mammoth joint, her chest heaving with her passion to get all of his dick in her throat, a physical impossibility and a source of frustration to both of them. Each time they fucked she tried to take him completely, finally pulling her head away so that he could fuck his big stick into her cunt and fill her belly with his white hot juices.
She raped his cock with her mouth, her teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, her hand stroking against the movement of her mouth. He could feel his cock swelling, throbbing inside her curved lips, and leaning forward, his hands bracing the weight of his body, he forced his cock deeper, pinning her head to the mattress as he proceeded to fuck her mouth, forcing her to remain in the position, not allowing her head to pull away, his buttocks pistoning like a well-oiled machine, making her whimper as her pussy twitched, her buttocks writhed up and down on the bed, the cock growing hotter as his balls began to rise and fall, the thick cord in the penis beginning to throb more regularly as Sam began to groan.
Her tongue swirled around and around, a crazy carousel of licking flesh as the come began to pour into her throat, the cockhead swelling as he rammed harder, the tip spewing out the hot juice, the muscle pumping the thick globs of cream into her mouth and throat as she swallowed quickly, hungrily. He hung over her suspended, letting her suck more, his prick still throbbing, her hands kneading and massaging his muscular ass as she drained the hose-like length.
"Fuck me. Ram it all into me," she pleaded, her eyes gleaming, her cunt scorched with heat.
"I think you need it," he grinned as she stretched beneath him, his finger feeling the heat between her legs as he moved between her widespread thighs, his dick bobbing as it glistened wetly, thick, long, purple-black as he leaned to bite the nipples of her breasts, his fingers stroking into the cunt lips, China moaning hotly as she lifted her chest to his thick lips and reached to dredge his cock into her slit, his fingers withdrawing to guide his swollen member into her seething slit.
"Give it to me. Now. Now," she begged, her cunt feeling raw, wildly alive as it slapped around the head of his cock, clamping and squeezing, the lips sucking him inward as his tongue tried to mutilate her erect nipples.
Suddenly she felt his ass shove hard, his long thick cock driving into her, his weight bearing down as the immense dick tore into her open pussy, incredible sensations filling her as the tissue widened in front of the pressure of his dick as it filled her all the way to her belly, his balls hanging in the crack of her buttocks, his coarse wiry pubic hair scratching the tender flesh of her lips and crotch.
She rocked back and forth under him as he sawed in and out, the thick dick growing slicker with her flowing juices, her body hot as a firecracker, her head flailing from side to side as he drove deeper again and again into her vagina. She rode him like a bucking horse, her hips screwing upwards for every inch of his prick, her ass gyrating in wide circles, swiveling the cock head like a swizzle stick deep in her cunt, the broad head massaging the last fraction of an inch as it banged against her cervix and fought to go deeper, to worm its way into her womb.
He could feel her cunt tight around his cock, his groin a raging inferno as he gasped and tried to hold off his coming. Her cunt was so hot it was like dipping his prick in liquid fire, and the searing heat made his cock throb as he massaged her hot walls with his molten staff.
She gasped for breath as he sawed into her, her legs splitting wider, moving higher until she had them pulled back and over his shoulders, her pussy completely exposed to him, her buttocks hunching to him, frantically, frenziedly, straining for climax.
"Now. Get it now," she groaned and he felt his cock as he plowed her furrow again and again, Sam looking down to watch her juices gush out and drip down over his balls. Her clit was completely exposed and his finger scratched it as it throbbed with her orgasm, the sensation causing pin pricks of electricity to shoot through her cunt, the added stimulation making her buck and heave and begin another orgasm, China screaming out in sobs as her cunt savagely fucked at his dick, clamping and clasping, milking his plunging length until she felt the hot come begin flooding her canal.
"Oh, my goodness," she groaned, her vagina quivering and jerking wildly with the hot spurts of semen hosing into it, searing the sensitive walls, both of them shuddering with the spasms of their mutual orgasms, both of them fucking on, bodies convulsing and slamming against each other through the last dying throb.
Poppy's body felt alive with pleasure as Robin caressed her breast and worked at her clit, her well-lubricated pussy growing hotter as his thrusting mashed her buttocks against his pelvis, his stroking becoming faster as his balls grew wetter with her oozing secretions streaming from her droohng gash.
"You're making me come. You're making me come," she groaned as she felt her cunt walls and muscles twitching and convulsing the spasms of orgasm through her passage. His hands gripped her firmly at the waist, as Robin fucked frantically, his sperm beginning to shoot out to splatter against the hot lining of her velvety vault, the jets of come making her squeal with delight, making her cunt grow hotter as it soaked in his semen.
Robin lay exhausted over her back, Poppy slowly relaxing to the chaise as both of them lay there, his cock staying inside, soaking in their juices, and with its softening gradually slipping out of the slimy hole, the cunt lips grabbing but not able to hold on to the slick prick.
"One more lap around your hole, did you say?" he joked back, leaning back on his haunches and lifting her buttocks, his head snaking down and under to find her drenched cunt lips. Teasingly he placed a loud, wet kiss on the slit and jumped up and dived into the pool, Poppy immediately behind him.
Both of them could hear the loud noises echoing in the hallway as they went toward their rooms. The sounds were coming from China's bedroom, and Robin and Poppy paused outside of it.
"Who's going to look first?" he asked. "I'm the girl, so I get to go first," she whispered and squatted to peer through the key hole.
Robin heard Poppy gasp as her eyes filled with the sigh of Sam on top of China, both of them fucking like savages in the jungle, his body even blacker in contrast to the fair complexion of the woman, the sweat running down his back and dripping from his pistoning buttocks, China's legs thrown back over his shoulders as she moaned loudly under him. Poppy couldn't believe anyone was hung that big. That was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and she envied China every inch of it.
"You won't believe it," Poppy said rising, letting Robin take her place, a soft whistle coming from her brother as he watched the woman being ravaged by the big Negro cock. Just as amazed as Poppy at the size of Sam's prick, so was Robin at the size of the stretched cunt of China.
"They say it'll stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch," he muttered to himself, his eyes watching her ass bucking up to the black body, the bodies slamming into each other with fury.
"Very interesting. We'll have to remember that. She's hung like a toilet seat. And his cock is, well, I might even give something that big a try," he joked as he slapped his sister on her ass.
"Not before I do," she joked back softly, both of them conjuring images of a long hot fuck with a huge black dick and a great wide cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
China Wolff lay in bed long after Sam had left, her cunt oozing the warm white cream, her finger idly stroking through the slime, her thoughts centered on the black dick and Robin Archer.
"I was just his age," she said to herself, his stiff cock at poolside flooding her mind. "Just his age when Sam turned me on to sex and his black dick. Maybe if he'd been like Robin I wouldn't have this hang-up. It's true what they say about black men, though At least Sam. I've never had a pecker any bigger, but Robin's isn't far away. Somehow I'll give that a try."
China had been almost sixteen when Sam's father had gone to work for them, bringing his young son with him, There was no mother, and the boy was handsome, insolent, defiant, and attractive to her curious eyes. She was still a virgin and it had been years since she had been loved and pleasured by the hands and mouth of her nurse, but her highly sexed nature kept her young body horny, and she could not have missed the obvious sex of the young Negro boy who lived behind the mansion in the servant's quarters with his father.
She made a pretext of trying to be around him, even to the point of going to the servant quarters one day to look for his father, whom she knew was working at that moment. She should never have gone there, because when she went, she saw the boy sitting in their sparsely furnished bedroom, a bottle of liquor in his hand, his eyes blazing at the sight of her.
"Hi, Sam," the young girl said. "Do you know where you're father is?" She peered into the room almost afraid to step inside.
"He's working for your dad, isn't he? like the darkies all work for the white folks?" His voice was belligerent, insolent.
"That's not fair, Sam," the young China replied. "You know my father pays yours good money."
"Right. But it's not ours. You don't have to work for it like that."
"And neither do you," she retorted, glad to have an answer for him.
"Want a drink," he asked somewhat thickly, his eyes taking in the shape of those firm breasts, his tongue licking at his dry lips.
Shit, he wanted her.
Reaching out, he held the bottle to her, walking toward her. "Come on in," he said. He grinned broadly at her, his words challenging, daring her to refuse.
"Of course not. I do not drink. All right, I'll come inside, but just for a minute." She knew he was taunting her, that she had to accept the challenge to her bigotry, that color made little difference to her, that she was strangely excited by being in this room with the virile strapping young man whose sex was so obviously prominent to her. She heard him softly close the door behind her, and then the sound of the click of the key.
"Don't lock that door," she said and moved toward it, but he shoved her backwards at her shoulder, the same broad grin covering his face, wanting to fuck the girl in her white, pink pussy, wondering if she was a virgin, sure that she was a hot piece.
"We're going to have some fun," he said, rubbing his penis.
"I'll scream if you don't unlock that door," she threatened.
"No you won't," he said, his hand covering her mouth as he grabbed her, twisted her arm and pushed her toward the bed. "Have you ever been fucked before? Ever had a good man fill your cunt?"
His words were obscene to her ears, her eyes sparkling with fright and a strange mixture of curiosity and repressed lust as she admitted to being a virgin.
"Well, you won't be for long," he said, his hand still covering her mouth as he felt her try to scream, his hand twisting her arm behind her until she stopped. "You just behave yourself and I promise you that you won't forget this day or Sam. Now get out of those clothes and let me see what I've got here."
He released her and just as she tried to squirm away, tried to scream out, his hand slapped across her cheek, stilling the sound before it could issue from her throat.
"Now if you're not nice, I won't shove my big dick in your pretty little twat, and I'll also break your pretty little arm if you try that again. Now get out ot those clothes like I told you." His voice was menacing as she warily tried to shed her garments, pulling her blouse free and off, unhooking the bra to lift it away from her generous breasts. At that point she stopped.
Sitting on the bed, his eyes took in the sumptuous curves, his finger working a trail over the rounded orbs, the thumb and forefinger tweaking the nipple, pinching them as her moved down to her stomach and the edge of the skirt.
'The rest," he said softly indicating the skirt and panties, his breath hot as it surrounded her shoulder, the sting of his slap still tingling on her cheek. Wriggling, she tugged at the skirt, standing in front of him, her hands hesitating at the elastic band of her panties, his eyes filling with the sight of the snug fitting nylon covering over the lush love mound and the protruding pubic hairs.
"And?" he asked in an unfinished question, his hands ripping the panties down, revealing her womanhood, his fingers teasingly touching her soft thighs, her knees, then slowly upwards on the soft flesh of the inner thighs. He felt her legs tremble at his touch.
"See what I told you," he grinned, his mouth blowing hot air against her damp flesh. "Get on the bed."
They changed places, young Sam standing to quickly remove his clothing, China crawling onto the bed, half afraid, half anxious, his aggressive treatment stimulating her senses, as she watched the magnificent young black body appear naked before her. Her eyes bulged as he turned to face her, his shorts dropping to the floor to reveal the biggest cock she had ever seen. True, she had not seen many, only her brother Stanley and her father, but neither could compare with this. It jerked with his movement, and seeing her watching the great length, he flexed the muscle, making it bob up and down rhythmically.
"You know what that's for?" he asked, his hand slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth, wanting to quickly sink his long dong deep into her, but completely in control of himself.
She nodded yes, shyly.
He grinned.
New sensations covered her body as she lay on the bed, cringing at first as his hands worked over her body, her breasts, down to tangle through her pubic bush and over the cunt lips.
"Relax. Just relax, and let me work on you. I won't hurt you." he said hotly, his fingers rubbing over her slit, slipping just inside the lips enough to make her squirm and moan, Sam worming the digit inward until it was consumed by the warm wetness, the virginal walls clinging to his finger as he twirled it round and round in the entrance.
"Man are you tight," he said. She wanted to get fucked, wanted to feel his entire hand plunge into her snatch, wanted his fingers and tongue to thrill her to greater heights, her mouth and lips becoming eager for his fucking tool.
"I think that sweet thing's ready," he said, his sucking ceasing, her cunt lips clasping together to try to find his tongue and fingers. Quickly he rolled to her side and lay on his back, his strong arms forcing her over him, making her straddle him. her legs spreading wide with her knees on either side of his hips.
She was not yet willing to surrender to him, struggling to get off up into her thighs, his giant piece of meat lightly touching her like iron claws as he held the nipples, squeezing them, causing so much pain that she dared not move.
"Don't. Stop. That hurts. Please don't, " she sobbed.
"Now you just stay right where you are. Put my big black prick in your tiny white cunt," he commanded her, still gripping her.
Tentatively she held his dick, directing it to her cunt lips, feeling the huge cockhead spread the folds as it rested momentarily in the fleshy enclosure. He felt so immense, so thick, and she knew that his length could fill her more than once as the ring of vaginal muscle stretched open to enclose the immense rod in her. She moaned.
His hands left her nipples, moving to her hips, and fast and hard he pushed her downwards on his impaling dick, his hips thrusting upwards at the same time, the hard swift movement causing the long dong to tear through the membrane, a gush of warm blood spewing out of her cunt, over his thick black penis. He watched the red trickling, his mouth grinning as she sobbed in pain over him, but he held her fast, his movement stopping as he waited for her to adjust to his cock and the loss of her cherry.
"Just sit right there. Don't move," he told her, China feeling as if her breath had been squeezed out of her. the heat of his dick like molten metal, the walls of her cunt stretched abnormally and filled with sharp pain.
"But it hurts," she cried, tear rolling down her cheeks, her chest heaving.
"Wait a minute. Just you wait," he counseled her , his hands on her waist forcing her lower onto his body, his hips lifting slightly until he had wormed every inch into her cunt, the pain of his advancing meat lodging in her widely stretched pussy almost going unnoticed with the pain of losing her virginity.
And yet, her body responded too strongly to deny the physical pleasure.
She sat without moving, young Sam lying still, his hands caressing her buttocks, massaging the pain between her wide spread legs away. He watched her tits swaying with her breathing as she tried to force the pain to disappear, to block it out. It hurt.
But it felt great, too. He pulled her down on top of him, her breasts crushing to his chest, her face buried in his shoulder, his arms surrounding her body, one over her back and the other low on her buttocks, his hand controlling her ass as he began slow but firm strokes, weaving from side to side with his dick, widening and stretching her channel, his hand forcing her ass to oppose his movement, pushing down on the buttocks as he thrust upwards, lifting as he stroked out and forced his body deep into the mattress only to rise again and spear her vagina.
With his slow movement, with the pressure of his hands, she began to respond, the pain receding, his prick growing comfortable, her canal adjusting to the immense size, the methodic slow fucking beginning to fill her loins with fire, like a match to a dry leaf.
Suddenly she found the pleasure, the enjoyment, the thrill of his fucking. She no longer fought or resented his raping her, and began to work her ass under her own volition, lifting as she lay on his chest, feeling him pull out until only her pussy lips enclosed the thick cock head then snaking back up into her cunt.
Cleverly he rolled his chest from side to side, his hands controlling her body as he massaged her tits with his chest, his tongue laving over her neck, into her tiny ear, China mimicking him perfectly and driving him out of his mind, making him want to fuck deeper, harder, using swift and sure strokes. He was like a well-oiled fuck machine, his hand over her buttocks working and exploring, fingers teasing over the tiny anal slit, dipping in to fuck in tempo with his cock stuffed in her twat.
She moaned over him, her body alive and tingling as if every orifice were penetrated.
"I want it. I want it. Keep that big cock in my cunt. Use your finger in my ass." Her words didn't shock her as they once would have. She was so caught up in her passion that no form of morals or morality seemed important. The young Negro boy was stripping her of all inhibitions, stripping her down to raw flesh, hungry flesh, hungry, seething cunt.
She loved his big black rod, the feel of it pumping into her, of her buttocks humping down and up against it, her movement becoming so forceful that Sam stopped fucking and lay there, letting China fuck him in incredible movements, bucking and heaving, fishtailing her ass, making tight figure eights over his cock, her cunt lips grasping, closing and opening as they sucked his meat into her.
He grabbed her tits as she sat up, her hands bracing herself on his chest, her fingers gripping his flesh as she fucked his dick, his body remaining immobile under her.
His fingers teased her breasts as she began to lean backwards, her body backbending until she lay between his legs, her cunt clamping at his dick, her legs bent under her body as he watched her.
He groaned.
With her extreme position he could no longer hold her breasts and began to rub over her inner thighs, his buttocks hunching as she forced his prick in and out with short strokes, his thick thumb and forefinger beginning to manipulate her clit, the touch electrifying as she tried to force her pussy downwards.
"This won't do it," he told her and wriggled to get out of her. He got into a more comfortable position.
She was bewildered.
He shoved her legs, moving between them, and lifting them around his waist as he jabbed his prick roughly back into her wet opening, it was like her breath had been squeezed out of her, the heat to fuck his strong tool faster, furiously, the driving friction tearing in and out as she tried to match his rhythm.
"But it hurts," she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks, on his black cock, her entire body submissive to his desire.
"How do you like it now!" he said tauntingly, moving his hands on her waist forcing her lower onto his body.
"Harder. Please. All of it. Harder. Fuck me good. Drive it in. Please." She was obsessed with the fucking, her body twisting and turning, jerking and twitching, aggressively fucking wanting him to do anything and everything to her, her legs were opening wide up over his back to lift her pussy to him, their bodies working in the same rhythm, screwing and slamming into one another as she felt a strange, delicious incredible engulfing of her body, her cunt, her brain.
"Oh. Oh, Ooohhhh," she squealed out, feeling her first climax take hold of her, her cunt spasming out juices over his hot dick.
"Me too. Me too. I'm coming. I'm coming," Sam groaned in her ear, impaling his cock deep inside her convulsing snatch, a jetting stream of white hot pearls searing the lining of her cuntal passage, her come mixing with his, bodies shaking, voices moaning as he collapsed on top of her, her legs tight around him holding him close and tight.
From that time on, China and Sam had continued the relationship, the only difference being that she kept him on call, called him only when she needed him, but never able to forget about the giant cock, the black-purple dick that filled her so well. She pushing down on the buttocks as he thrust upwards, lifting on them whenever she needed it.
"I wonder how Doris is enjoying her shopping spree?" China asked herself as she began to dress, knowing what would happen to her brother's new wife that day.
"Be sure and buy anything you want," Stanley had told her.
"China thought I should visit her health spa and have a sauna and massage today. She says they are very efficient and it does wonders for toning the body."
"You do whatever you want. I won't need the car and Sam can pick me up later in the evening," Stanley told her, the car pulling in front of his office building, tall and imposing on a street of other similar buildings.
"Sam, take Mrs. Wolff wherever she wants. You can let him wait for you or call for you later, Doris. I'll see you later tonight," he said, getting out of the car and waving at her as he walked into his empire.
"Sam, do you know where Mrs. Wolff goes for her health exercises?" she asked as they pulled away from the curb.
"Yes, ma'am. I do," he answered guiding the car into the traffic and toward the destination. And I know what she does when she gets there, he thought to himself.
"Is that where you wish to go," he asked, wondering if she had any idea about China's recommendation.
Well, she'd find out.
"Yes, I think so. And you don't have to wait for me. China said it would take several hours, so why don't you go back to the house in case she needs you for something. Oh, and please check on Robin and Poppy and see that they are all right."
He dropped her in front of the small private building. It was a chicly modern place, well appointed, and it only took minutes with China's recommendation before she was shown through a hallway of private booths for changing and private massage.
"Did you want a full exercise program," the attendant asked her.
"I don't think I want anything that strenuous. Miss Wolff recommended your massage and sauna. I think that's all I will have today."
"Oh, yes. Miss Wolff," the female attendant said, her eyebrows lifting slightly. "You will want her own masseur, of course?"
"I suppose so. But isn't that a man? I thought there would be a woman?"
"Oh, of course we have women for massages. But Miss Wolff always sees one man in particular. He's very strong. One of the best we have."
"All right. I guess so. I'm sure she knows what's best," Doris acquiesced, going into the booth shown her, the swinging doors closing with sawing movements as she looked at the cubicle, the hooks and hangers for clothing, the well-padded table with a pillow and a clean folded gym outfit laying there.
I wonder if I change, put that on, and she never completed the thought as she heard the doors swing once again and turned to look at the biggest Negro man she had ever seen. He was so enormous that he made the room look even smaller with his size, his magnificently developed body being covered only by his gym shorts, his skin gleaming as he smiled broadly.
"China sent you?" he asked. "What was it you wanted in particular?" His eyes raked over her fine figure, her voluptuous breasts, the rounded curves of her hips, the well made legs and slim ankles.
"She recommended a massage and sauna," Doris answered, feeling her legs trembling as she felt the man mentally undressing her.
"Miss Wolff always gets a very special massage," he continued, watching the fabric covering her thighs, his eyes riveting on the center of her crotch. "You will have to change. You can't take a massage with all those clothes on."
"Certainly," she answered waiting for him to leave, looking for the towel that would cover her body, but before she could find anything that would protect her eventual nudity, he had lifted her skirt and began to undo her garter belt.
"Just one minute," she said blushing, trying to protest as his handworked quickly and efficiently, Doris blushing, feeling trapped.
"China always wants to be undressed. I'm used to doing it for her. It's part of her special massage."
She didn't know if she had time to change her mind, feeling embarrassed at his brash and open behavior, Doris becoming fascinated at the way he did everything, his clinical manner cool and calm. She wanted to run, her face blushing as the garters were released and he began to roll the stocking down her leg, the big man crouching on the floor. She gasped, her breath making an audible sound as she saw the thick broad cockhead sticking out from under the gym shorts.
He has an erection, she said to herself unbelievingly. He was getting a hard on from undressing her, his long tool stiffening and pushing out so that it became visible, the shorts not long enough to hide the length. She felt her stomach tremble, tighten, and strangely, a deep fluttering in her groin at the same time. Doris knew then that she needed to take a quick reappraisal of her new sister-in-law.
She couldn't help but stare down at him, watching as the black kinky head moved toward her now naked thigh, the thick lips kissing lightly on her silken flesh, his hand working deftly to unzip her, to remove the dress, slip, everything but her bra and panties. She wanted to cry out, her mind rebelling. She couldn't let him continue. She was newly married. She loved her husband.
Even with the flimsy coverings she felt naked, the nylon of her panties clearly revealing the prominent Venus mound, his hands seeming to stop as they reached and removed the garter belt, his fingers beginning to expertly knead her buttocks, his manner continuing to be professional as he massaged around and over her stomach.
She flinched as she felt his hand slip between her thighs, his face impassive as she looked at him, Doris widening her legs as if he had told her to, his hand brushing against the nylon covered pussy lips. Without asking he pulled her panties down to her ankles, lifting her legs one at a time to make her step out of them, the man still squatting there staring directly at her exposed cunt.
He stood looking at her, his hand hardly moving but groping his aroused meat and heavy balls. She could see the sharp outline of his hard on and looked away not wanting to admit what she had seen, feeling his hands unhook her bra, removing the last article of clothing, leaving her completely naked in front of him.
"If you would please get on the table," he instructed, his hands lifting her at the waist to help, her breasts brushing against his chest, the touch of, the wiry hair causing her nipples to swell. She felt as if she should protest, try to make some excuse, change her mind, try to get out of there. But she had already gone so far that her body wouldn't let her.
As she lay back, she felt his hands on her stomach, his fingers seeming to glide over her skin, a sudden wet warmth covering her already aroused nipples as she realized that he was sucking at her tit, his hands expert on her flesh making her tingle, filling her with sensations she knew she should deny.
She had known only one man since she had met Stanley, and he satisfied her need as no one ever had. His prick was huge and filled her gash fuller than she ever believed it could be. How could she let herself be treated so familiarly by a strange man. It was as if she were experimenting, making up for those years before Stanley. She could not rationalize her actions at the moment, could not understand her growing lust for this black man and could not help the moan that escaped her lips as she felt him chew on her pointed nipple.
She gripped the sides of the table as she felt his hand moving down toward her crotch, the broad flatness of his tongue working at her tit as his wonderful hand covered her unprotected cunt, his fingers black as coal against her white skin as she arched her hips toward his gentle fingering.
I've got to stop him. I must stop him, she told herself, feeling the pressure against her hand as she gripped the table, a hot throbbing piece of flesh being pushed against it. She realized it was his hard cock and she wanted to see it, wanted to feel it, her cunt feeling as if it were raging with fire, needing to be fucked.
But I can't want him to fuck me. Stanley just gave it to me so hard and long last night, she told herself, the big man taking her hand and forcing it into his gym shorts. There was no other covering on his body, and her fingers felt the coarse, wiry pubic hairs, her fingertips touching the base of the long, down-pointed tool.
She felt the cock jerk at the touch of her small hand, the restraining fabric forcing it toward the floor. She wanted to hold it, hold all of it as she encircled it awkwardly with her fingers. It was thicker than her husband's and she knew it looked longer.
The masseur knew what she wanted. If she was anything like China, and China had sent her to him, she wanted to take a long time, a long slow time working up to a good hard, long fuck with no rushing.
His mouth moved slowly on her breasts, alternately moving from one to the other, his finger working into her juicing cunt, her legs spreading wider as she gripped his penis firmly. With his free hand he grabbed at the waist band of his shorts, tugging at them, lifting his legs as he worked them down until he was also naked, his cock rearing out, firm and strong, thick and black, Doris rolling her head to the side, not wanting to look, but unable to stop the reaction. Never had she seen such a dick, and not having been promiscuous, she had not seen that many cocks. She had always heard about the size of black cocks. She knew now that it was true.
His hands worked all over her body, tits to buttocks, thighs and ass-hole, kneading the flesh of her body as he sucked and kissed, finger fucked her dripping hole, working her higher, making her arch toward him, working methodically until .he knew she was ready and willing to take him.
His cock pulled out of her hand as he moved to the end of the table, his fingers working up into her snatch as he lifted her legs so that they hung over his shoulders. Her body moved. She felt the broad cockhead touch her inner thigh and move down to her fleshy pussy lips, the touch making her lift her buttocks toward him, her eyes widening as she looked down at his meat.
He liked to look at his cock as it disappeared into the cunts of his customers. He had fucked all of them, and ah of them came back for more. He gave them what their husbands never did, a hard thorough fucking, not one of those once a week quick jobs because they were too tired.
Doris lifted her cunt toward him, her buttocks above the table as she used his shoulders for leverage. He was so controlled, so used to taking his time, that the open flowering cunt, even more pink and white against the ebony prick, was nothing more than just a hole waiting to be filled. She groaned as she felt the cockhead move between her cunt lips. It was like the fist of a giant, hard and strong, thick and forceful in its immensity. She wanted him to push more, to go ahead and fill her, but he held himself in check, not moving, almost tauntingly wanting her to ask for it.
She reached downwards, stretching her arms, pulling herself up to grasp at his buttocks to try to force him inside of her, but he pushed her back, made her lay there waiting for him. She shivered as she felt more inches being shoved into her, not hard but aggressively slow, firmly with an even pressure as if he were measuring the depths of her cunt, his prick throbbing and expanding as she lifted herself again and again to try to get more of his monstrous dong.
He felt so good. Her cunt felt so good being stretched even larger than by her husband. Suddenly she felt a thundering drive into her cunt as he flexed his buttocks and shoved all the way inside of her. She wanted to scream with the sudden pain, the pain of the thickness pushing against the tender cunt walls, shoving them aside .as it nosed its way to the bottom of her pussy.
She could feel the muscles of his chest against the .back of thighs, the muscles of his stomach and lower abdomen against her buttocks as his hands grabbed at the front of her thighs to pull her cunt tight to him. He began to fuck with long skillful strokes, knowing how to take her expertly to the top of the thrill, deep and thrusting, giving her more pleasure than she had ever known.
He fucked her like a bull, like a splendid stallion, a stud whose only purpose is to get his rocks off, his strokes growing more forceful as he began to lose his control and find a need for her cunt, his hips screwing and swiveling his cock into her with greater speed, the man panting and moaning as her cunt milked his dick, the lips dancing up and down his length as he plumbed the well lubricated depths.
Again and again his full length plunged into her, banging against her cervix, buffeting her body with his powerful pounding. She writhed and groaned with expert ministrations, marveling at the size of his penis as it filled her again, ravaging her channel, making her grow more wanton.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," she moaned knowing that she was close, realizing that he was not far from his own orgasm as she listened to him moaning with his firm stroking. She wanted to scream out with lust for his cock as she felt him rotating in her pussy, the canal slippery wet with her secretions, her buttocks working faster as the huge prick pierced again and again, the cock unrelenting in its pistoning, his thickness widening and stretching her, her ass lifting and falling, the man watching his prick thunder in and out, glistening and shining with her wetness as the cunt lips clung to it.
"Oh, sweet mammy," he moaned. She was giving him a terrific fucking. She was so much tighter than China, and the feeling was exquisite as he watched his cock screw her tight hairy pussy.
Perspiration dripped profusely from their bodies, neither of them wanting it to end, both of them unable to stop their fucking, but humping in a dream world of unending motion that kept their movements continuing forever. The heat and size of his cock, the wetness of her juices and heated cunt, their evenly established tempo made a longer fuck nearly impossible.
Her cunt worked back at his dick as she felt herself coming and coming, felt the throbbing and spewing of his hot juices, his pounding penis lifting her and carrying her to another orgasm and then another, the multiple series causing her to scream, the first time for it to happen, the man laboring on, knowing what he was doing to her, his body shaking slightly with his orgasm, her cunt convulsing, squeezing and flexing, the movements making his prick throb out his cream in a seemingly unending stream as he forced it up inside of her as deep as she could take it.
Both of them groaned in pleasure, the heavy black cock giving a series of final, pulsating thrusts, her belly filling with his cream, her cunt overflowing with hot liquid as he stopped fucking and stood there, his dick soaking in her twat.
"How could I have done that," she thought as Sam drove her away from the spa. "It's different for China. She doesn't have a husband. She doesn't have children. What if Robin and Poppy knew? They would be so ashamed of me." She could not have known how ashamed she would have been if she knew about them.
Sam watched her in the rear view mirror, noticing the flushed face, the relaxed look in her eyes. He knew why China went there, and he would lay even money that she had introduced the new mistress of the Wolff estate to new pleasures. He had seen China's black friend before.
"Maybe she's developing a taste for black cock. I wonder if it runs in the family? And they're not even blood relatives," he thought to himself. "She better take an alum bath before her husband gets home," he concluded. "The way her pussy was probably stretched, Mr. Wolff would fall right in."
CHAPTER SIX
The sounds of the rock music filled her shower, the heavy beat loaded with sex as Poppy danced in time with the blaring noise.
"Sam really was plowing into China," she mused as she hummed the melody playing, her hands soaping over her body washing away the tanning oil and chlorine, a grin covering her face as she thought of that great black cock driving into the slick pussy. She had never seen such a big cock and her stomach turned flip-flops as she remembered the size of it, goose flesh covering her body as she brushed her soapy hand through her crotch and over her cunt lips.
Her fingers teased at her well-used slit, Poppy shaking her buttocks, wriggling under the spray of water, prying the lips apart, feeling her clit, the hypersensitive bud still tender from all the fucking she had done with Robin.
She bent forward, pulling the lips apart, peering at her pussy as best she could as she poked a finger inside the folds and into her passage, waves of pleasure covering her as she giggled and poked into her cunt.
"Amazing. After all the fucking Robin has given it, it still hasn't stretched out of shape. I'll bet Sam could stretch it some." She stopped her manipulations. The thought of her brother, of the black cock of the man she had seen with China obliterated any idea of competition between them and the fingers.
"I need some variety. The spice of life," she sang in a sing-song voice, stepping from the shower and drying herself.
She kept time with the music as she roughly stimulated her skin with the towel, a pink glow covering her body with the rubbing, the soap giving a perfumed smell to her, her hair clean with the shampooing.
Wrapping the towel around her body, she posed in front of a full-length mirror, looking like a south seas heroine in the movies, then a pouting starlet, each posturing making her laugh. Slowly, she unwrapped the towel, revealing her body to herself, naked as a newborn infant, her figure sensual and lush, ripe for caresses, her breasts firm and tilting.
Licking her palm with her saliva, she casually rubbed the wetness against the puckered nipple and watched it grow, become firm and erect as it had been most of the morning with Robin's constant horny state.
"He really--likes to fuck," she said to herself aloud, her lips pursing, cheeks sucked in, as she modeled like the stick-thin mannequins in the magazines. The music echoed in the room as she danced around, putting her hair into a turban with the towel.
"And speaking of fucking, China sure was giving it back to Sam. I know she'd like to get into Robin's pants, if he doesn't get into hers first. And I've seen the way she's looked at me. I know what that meant. I don't think I would mind having a go with her. I sure need something right now," she told herself, fascinated with her body as she admired it in the mirror, turning from side to side, her perfect buttocks gleaming back at her as she jiggled them and watched them bounce in the mirror.
"Lots of boys have gone wild for that," she commented in a murmur, standing with her legs apart, looking at the sleekness of the fleshy globes, turning slowly, her fingers pulling at her patch of pubic hair, then stretching the pink cunt lips wider for her staring eyes.
"I need something to fill that up. You'd think I'd had enough today," she thought, but her narcissistic glances, her touches to her body had turned her on and caused a burning sensation between her legs.
"Come in," she said mechanically as she heard the tapping at her door, almost forgetting she was naked. Before she could rip the turban from her head and cover her body, China walked in.
"Oh, Poppy," she began, but didn't complete the sentence, her eyes filling with the lush nudity of the young girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," China stammered. "I thought we might have lunch together."
"We could do that, China," Poppy grinned back at her, purposely letting the towel fall from her covered breasts, holding it in front to shield her stomach and pubic area, but displaying her round tits proudly.
"What did you have in mind to eat?" Poppy asked pointedly, sure that China would take the hint. The girl was hot and ready and the woman could not have appeared at a better time.
"Oh, I thought perhaps a snack of some kind," China said, "and you want to be the snack, don't you?" That little bitch is hot for a fuck, she thought to herself. How could she be when she just had that big dick of Robin's? What she was thinking came as a shock to her as she flushed with the girl's intimations.
She stared hard at Poppy and her firm breasts, the towel only covering her lower body, the young form ripe and ready for love of any sort, and suddenly China wanted to kiss those breasts, suck on those nipples, tongue into the V at the center of those loins.
"Do you want me to dress now?" Poppy asked, turning to cross toward the bed, sitting on the edge and looking inviting. China laughed nervously as the girl's legs opened and closed under the towel.
Poppy was glad that she made China nervous, leaning forward to examine a bare foot. Her breasts swung out to rest on her knees as the woman watched and licked her lips, China growing more excited with the sexy movement. A magnet drew her toward the bed as Poppy lifted her leg to closely look at her toe, the towel lifting to reveal her pink cunt and forest of pubic hair. China could see the slit of the pussy between the thighs and the sight drew her closer and closer to the bed until she stood in front of the girl, wordlessly taking a full breast in her hand.
"Hungry?" the young girl asked leeringly. "Have a bite."
And with that, Poppy whipped the towel away, revealing her naked form completely to China, stretching backward on the bed, and arching her back to make the tits point forward more. China caressed the nipple, her fingers milking over the orb and out to the tapered point. The puckered flesh grew firm and erect, and Poppy's eyes closed as she relaxed into a sensual glow.
Feeling the young tit made her juices flow. Her cunt lips grew moist and wet, and Poppy shivered against her light, skillful touch.
"That's nice," Poppy purred, thrilling to the sexual feelings and feeling her cunt grow warmer and wetter, a throbbing beginning in her pussy lips. China's tongue licked over her dry lips, all saliva seeming to disappear as she saw Poppy's legs open slightly, then close tightly to squeeze.
She wants me in there, she told herself, and put her hand down over the love nest, gently squeezing, her fingers becoming damp with the secreted moisture. Her fingers pressed on either side, and like a flower, the lips parted, opened. Poppy gasped with delight at the teasing, the sharp stroking of a fingernail lightly grazing her clit.
"I saw you and Robin today," China said softly, her hand continuing to work.
"He never gets enough," Poppy replied heatedly, her hips slowly weaving from side to side, rolling left and right slowly against the aggressive hand.
"Do you?" China countered, sitting on the bed with her hand covering Poppy's large breast, and the other over the sensitive hole, simultaneously stroking the clit and the erect nipple. The tiny bud seemed to grow under her touch.
"But Robin's not here," came the leading answer, causing China to become more forward, her hand moving over the gleaming flat stomach, the sensations of the warm and smooth flesh against her hand forcing her to squeeze her thighs tightly together, spasms of excitement running through her pussy.
"Don't stop," Poppy's voice commanded, implored, her chest rising and falling as the fingers tightened over her live cunt mound, the fingers tightening on her breast, lifting it, stretching it upward and then falling back into her body.
Poppy's hand moved determinedly, feeling of China's perfect tits, her fingers as forceful as the woman's, the young girl and her sexual initiation of years past forcing any possibility of two women not being involved in sex completely from her mind. The only thing important to Poppy, the only thing that her brother had taught her was the fuck, the coming, the body, wherever it was and with whomever.
She pulled China toward her by the tit, the woman's face filling the hollow in her shoulder as China explored her cunt, hands roving over the torso, the belly, between the legs, her mouth licking at the small ear as she felt Poppy trembling with pleasure.
China wanted to rape her, and Poppy would be a willing victim.
"Get out of your clothes," Poppy whispered and began to pull at her blouse. "I want to feel your body next to mine. Naked."
China almost blushed, the words coming from the young mouth, sounding almost vulgar, coarse, but completely thrilling and exciting. She would do more to that young body than Robin had, or so she led herself to believe.
Poppy worked at the buttons of China's blouse, her hands quickly circling around her full tits as they were revealed, China struggling out of her slacks and panties, the breath catching in her throat as the fingers stroked her bare skin, her cunt lips throbbing anxiously.
Poppy pulled her to her again, her fingers rolling the nipple harder and harder, making China smile slowly with sensual pleasure, Poppy's mouth opening like a gaping fish to suck the nipple inside, the warmth of the saliva filled mouth inflaming her, the teeth biting gently on the extended tip, China biting her tongue with the painful but delicious sensation.
Stretching out next to Poppy, the tables began to turn. It was Poppy who was raping the older woman, China twisting and turning as her loins began to burn, the soft mouth setting her on fire.
China's hand found Poppy's cunt again, the fingers spreading the lips, her finger rubbing over the throbbing clit and dipping between the damp lips into the hot hole. Poppy sighed and moaned as China expertly began to finger fuck her, a slow even rhythm working deeper into her cunt, the exploring finger making the girl suck the flesh of the beautiful tit into her mouth, her lips grinding on the satiny flesh, her tongue rolling the distended nipple as her teeth nipped at the firm point.
Poppy sucked her cunt lips back on the plunging finger, hips sawing back and forth trying to take her toward her needed climax, her hand searching for China's drooling pussy, their breasts pressing together, thighs opening as hands frigged into sopping cunts, Poppy's mouth seeking China's the tongue slipping between the lips of her mouth, fingers rubbing clits, nerves standing on end as their bodies heaved against each other in a fucking motion, their fingers moving quickly, rhythmically in unison.
Poppy sucked her cunt lips back on the plunging finger, hips sawing back and forth trying to take her toward her needed climax, her hand searching for China's drooling pussy, their breasts pressing together, thighs opening as hands frigged into sopping cunts, Poppy's mouth seeking China's, the tongue slipping between the lips of her mouth, fingers rubbing clits, nerves standing on end as their bodies heaved against each other in a fucking motion, their fingers moving quickly, rhythmically in unison.
China's mouth opened to take Poppy's tongue, the taste of her mouth and saliva, filling her throat with a deep groan, sucking sounds of hands screwing into wet cunts filling the room as the bed heaved with their writhing bodies.
"Put it all in," Poppy told her, stopping her frigging of China's cunt to grab the woman's hand to form the four fingers into one large digit and forcing it between the cunt lips, her thighs widening, cunt lips stretching until China could move her hand into the pussy up to the last knuckle.
"Oh, God, yes," Poppy groaned. "Fuck me that way. Fuck me with all of it."
The words filled China with abandon, her own climax seeming unimportant as she shoved her hand harder, nothing mattering to her but satisfying this young girl who begged for her attentions.
Poppy's thighs widened, lifted and pulled back, her fingers leaving China's cunt as she held her own legs behind her knees, making her pussy completely open and available for the fucking fist. She could feel the hand like an abnormal cock head in between the dripping cunt lips, her hips bucking toward China's hand trying to get more of it into her snatch.
"All of it. Fuck my cunt up to your elbow," Poppy gasped with hot need, China's face contorted with passion as she looked at the pink stretched lips, her hand halfway consumed by the seething hole, a man-eating vagina waiting for her thrusts.
With a hard push, she shoved, Poppy moaning and writhing as the hand began to disappear, ramming and pushing until her cunt took possession of the hand up to the wrist. The girl grunted with the pressure of the penetration, China beginning to drive her hand deeper, resting to open and close her fingers as much as the hot walls would allow, Poppy feeling as if she would faint with the incredibly wild sensation, her body straining as she pulled back her legs even more, her cunt juices streaming down into her crotch, lubricating the fist as it began to fuck in even strokes.
China had gained control again. Poppy had been more aggressive, more forward, less inhibited, more sure, but now China possessed her, her hand covering the clit as she fist fucked into the seething pussy with the other, the cunt walls burning with her touch as she began to slip downward to the buttocks, her free hand toying into the crevice until she could push a finger into the tiny anal entrance.
Poppy felt the searing pain, her hips grinding now against anal impalement, buttocks forcing down into the mattress and onto the swirling finger forced deeper into her ass-hole with her movements, upwards against the fist that was splitting her in two all the way to her belly.
"I've never had a cock this big," she groaned, wondering at the same time if Sam could feel that big, wondering if Robin would ever feel as good again. China's breath caught in her throat; she couldn't believe the uncontrollable passion of the young girl, Poppy's mouth opening and closing like a fish, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fucked her cunt up the fist, taking more and more until China's wrist disappeared, the cunt lips seeming to walk up the arm and then back down, fucking insanely.
China was a living tower of burning lust as she crawled onto her knees and began to finger her own pussy with wild probing. Watching her fist disappear into the young snatch was the wildest thing that had happened in a long time, the sight of the sucking cunt lips increasing her libido, her desires, and she knew it would only take minutes before she came in hot thick streams.
"Harder. Harder. Deeper. Now. NOW!" Poppy moaned as she felt her orgasm beginning, her cunt walls grasping and clamping around the fist and arm, her ass-hole quivering with the fresh pain that remained from the former intrusion, the muscles of her stomach tensing as she slammed her body against the down driving fist and began to cover it with her streaming orgasm, the juices molten hot, her body shuddering, jerking, cunt twitching and convulsing in the hardest coming she had ever known, her hole stretched, cunt lips snapping at the arm, juices seeping out of the slit and trickling between her buttocks.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," China muttered feeling her body explode, writhing and twisting her cunt against her frigging fingers, her teeth clenching as she brought herself to climax right behind Poppy. Perspiration covered her body, her tits bouncing as her buttocks bobbed up and down on her fingers, spasms and spasms of muscular contractions filling her pussy as she shot her load, both finger and fist plunging together until the bed ceased bouncing, their bodies stopped convulsing and shuddering, Poppy holding her knees tight to her chest as China collapsed, her face falling into the mattress, her hands covered with love juice.
"It either looks like a great cunt lapping or a very interesting fuck." Robin stood in the doorway, a lecherous grin spreading across his face as he quietly closed the door and stared at the two nude women.
"I was looking for you," he said to Poppy who smiled coyly back at him. "But I didn't know you were entertaining." He had just finished his shower and was sparkling clean, his body covered only by a light cotton robe. China, exhausted had rolled her head to the side, her eyes widening as the soft, clinging robe parted to reveal his massive cock, not yet completely hard, but beginning to tilt upwards in the air, his muscular and well-defined body nude in front of them as he dropped the robe to the floor.
The organ seemed to hypnotize China, moving closer and closer, beads of sweat covering her face as he climbed onto the bed in back of her.
"Stay put," he said, and started massaging her buttocks with his hands, her ass weaving and swaying in front of him, his cock growing harder as he looked at the fist still stuffed into his sister's twat.
"Looks good enough to eat," he muttered bending forward and beginning to use his tongue on China's vagina, moving back and forth with a ferocious rhythm, his tongue flicking through her slit into the depths of her dripping channel, her body responding more urgently, her nostrils flaring as her stomach quivered, his hand moving under and over her belly to her love nest to tweak her clit.
Poppy watched her brother's head as it rotated over China's cunt from the rear, listening to the moans of the woman as she became caught up in the throes of her passions. Poppy grasped her cunt lips with two fingers and lifted China's head, gently but positively, drawing her face to her open cunt, the woman taking to it like a duck to water as Poppy massaged her clitoris, Robin chewing on China's tiny bud, his prick fully erect now, throbbing and horny for the older woman's slick pussy.
China squirmed her ass backwards towards Robin's expert tongue, his tapered flesh licking up one side and down the other as he lapped her cunt juices, China's tongue twisting and turning slowly in Poppy's pussy, the cunt lips grasping and tightening amazingly over the tongue considering the stretching of the fist.
"Why don't we show her a really good time? We'll show you just how much we know and can teach you about sex to prove how much we like being here, China", Robin said as he rammed his tongue and closed over Poppy's cunt, the girl letting her legs fall over China's shoulders as she reached down to hold onto her tits, her fingers rolling the nipples as she thrust her pelvis upwards for the piercing tongue.
"Lap up my juices. Just like Robin is doing yours," she hissed in China's ear, the words lashing the older woman into a frenzy of licking, setting Poppy on fire.
"Oh, my God," Poppy yelped, feeling as if a hurricane had just been unleashed in her vaginal vault, China snaking her tongue with incredible speed, the hot tongue of the young boy behind her torturing her pussy, the fingers squeezing her tits adding to the painful pleasure.
"Do it to me. Fuck me," China said, her voice muffled in Poppy's cunt, the girl grabbing the woman behind the head to pull her face tighter, to bury the seeking tongue deeper inside, her buttocks heaving upwards as China's nose rubbed into her pussy, over her clit, the pubic hair scratching her nose as she fought for breath.
Robin's hands massaged over China's body as he bent behind her, his fingers reaching for her nipples, his palms cupping under her swinging tits as he stretched them, pulled the skin taut into two long down pointed cones, China twisting her ass, taut into two long down pointed cones, China twisting her ass, having two women at once, of his sister's cunt that he had fucked so often, so hard and deep, being plundered by the firm tongue of the woman whose cunt he was eating. He was in her crotch, her hips undulating with the tingling of his tongue.
Poppy licked her lips as she stared at her brother, his big cock throbbed as he began to spread her pink, swollen cunt lips with his fingers, his nose raking through the slit as he lapped up to the clit, the coral lips flowered open, China jumping as he blew hot air over them and into the wet channel.
Poppy groaned again at the soft lips ravishing her pussy, the tongue pointed and firm slipping into the hole, ramming in and out like a small cock, worming inward to spread the walls as it teased and licked wetly.
"Does it feel good, China?" Robin asked, stopping to catch his breath, tongue licking over his lips to taste the full flavor of her saturated twat.
China couldn't answer. Poppy's hands held her face firmly in her crotch, her hips undulating with the tonguing, sounds of ecstasy coming from the buried face as the cunt lips opened and closed around her tapered flesh, her tongue darting in and out as the hips began to writhe against the saliva filled mouth.
Robin leered at the sight, his prick bobbing in the air as he flexed his cock. China licking over Poppy's clit, biting it, making the girl whine with passion, the sensitive treasure rolling like a miniature phallus against her tongue, the teeth sharp and cutting as China bit down.
Poppy licked her lips as she stare at her brother's big throbbing pole, the boy holding the turgid head in his hand and placing it against the lips, her cunt sucking at the tip with his first touch, pulling the head inward, the heat of her seething, drooling hole making the lust boil in his balls as he shoved forward and rammed into her, his cock plunging full length into the lubricated canal, the sharp, strong movement making China's face drive hard into Poppy's cunt, his strong hands gripping her buttocks like two cantaloupes.
China felt his prick tear into her, the swollen head slipping all the way to her cervix, pressing there for a moment, then withdrawing, her cunt lips snapping as it plunged back in, hard and strong, his hands gripping her buttocks like two cantaloupes. His cock filled her completely as she mouthed over Poppy's spasming snatch, Robin's balls dredging through her thighs as they swung back and forth with his hard movement, China fucking backwards on the red hot rod as she tongue lashed the love-nest of his sister.
He fucked with long steady strokes, her hips screwing back, driving against his big, thick prick, her fingers clutching at Poppy's buttocks as her lips kissed and sucked at the pin cunt, drinking hungrily for the hot secretions of the heated pussy, spurred on by the skillful drubbing of Robin's club plowing her furrow.
Poppy could feel China's nose, her mouth, her lips wide to take every bit of her genital area, the hot oral cavity sucking in her flesh, taking it cannibalistically, harder, wanting more, making her hotter, hornier, her cunt wetter and steamier, China's mouth making loud sucking noises in the room, as the wet squishy sound of Robin's fuck stick made an even accompaniment of raw lust. China gripped hard at Poppy's buttocks, squeezing and sucking, wanting to taste the come shoot out and over her tongue, covering her lips and mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she felt her own orgasm begin. She began to grunt with her labors, fucking back on Robin's joy rod, her tongue spearing the hot pussy as she sucked violently, spasms beginning to wrack her body as she suffocated the pounding rod with her hot cream, the squishy sucking sound growing louder as her juices allowed greater lubrication for the freely sliding rod.
"Fuck her harder. Fuck her harder. She's coming. She's making me come," Poppy yelled at Robin, her brother gripping the ass cheeks more firmly as he bore in more firmly, driving and plunging roughly, almost cruelly, the ass churning back against him, taking his strokes full length as he fucked with a frenzy.
He could feel the muscles of her cunt clinging to his stout dick, her cries and moans filling the room, muffled into Poppy's anxious crease, her mouth still sucking voraciously as she continued to throb out her love offering over his huge dick.
"Get it now, Robin. Get your load off. Here I am. It's here," Poppy squealed, throwing her head backwards as she felt her second orgasm charging out of her body like a hundred horses, a clap of thunder sounding in her ears as she spewed it out, China whimpering gratefully, sucking greedily as she continued to eat her fill of the convulsing young pussy.
The cunt muscles grasped desperately at his cock, the pressure building in his balls, the lemon size orbs rising and falling in the hairy scrotum as the dam flooded, his juices erupting and shooting out of the eye of his broad cockhead, Robin ramming home again and again, the delicious flexing of his cock as it throbbed each jet, making China groan, her cunt being whitewashed and stretched by his love muscle, her tongue being covered and clamped on by the streaming pussy lips.
Her hot walls milked at his dick; her mouth drained her cunt; his cock jerked and twitched as Poppy's snatch opened and closed around her tongue in its last reflexes.
"Let me suck you. Let me suck that big dick," China crooned as she moved quickly, his dick popping out of her hole, stiff and covered with transparent white slime, China kneeling in front of him as she stuck her tongue out and began to lick the sperm dripping from the eye, the smooth head disappearing into her mouth as she caressed it with her tongue, her lips gliding down the side of the great length, underneath up the cord and over the head again.
"She's really a great sucker," Poppy said to no one in particular as she lay back, her eyelids half closed, relaxing from her last sex bout, luxuriating in the sensual glow of her body.
Robin sat back on his heels, China rolling his balls in her hand and then sucking on them, one at a time, and then opening her mouth wide to suction them in, her cheeks filling like a squirrel with nuts to store for the winter. Her tongue licked and explored on either side of his scrotum, into his crotch, his prick straight out in front of him, strong and thick her hand wrapping around it as she began to force him to his back, making him lay down on the bed as she licked downward into his crotch, her tongue hot and quick as she wormed her way toward the tiny opening.
Her tongue teased over the tight elastic muscle and then shot it.
Her hands cupped his buttocks, lifting them, Robin knowing where she was going with that wicked tongue. Almost mimicking Poppy's former position, he pulled his legs back so that his puckered ass-hole was visible to China's gaze, her mouth going directly to it, her tongue teasing over the tight elastic muscle and then pushing in to begin to rim him, his body shuddering with delight as her tongue forced its way, teasing and swiveling, making him gasp for breath and clench the tight muscle involuntarily with the strange intrusion.
China was an artist. She knew what men liked, and as she manipulated her tongue in the dark entrance, she began to masturbate his dick, her hand slipping over the saliva covered took, jerking up and down, making the joint pulse and throb in her fist.
As he hunched his body toward the hand, his ass-hole toward her mouth, she quickly reversed her hand positions, her mouth covering the big dick, sucking it in to the back of her throat, her finger replacing her tongue, slipping inside the sphincter, frigging the tiny hole as she sucked at the dick like a master cocksucker.
Her tongue lolled over the immense head of the dong as her finger made his body snap and jerk, his cock growing larger, the blood filling the swollen flesh as she plunged her head up and down on it, her mouth an ovaled tight clamp fucking his cock. Poppy watched idly, lifting her foot and rubbing her toes through the gaping crack of China's pussy, the woman groaning at the violation of her sensitive lips, her buttocks lowering onto the toes as Poppy wriggled them, giggling as she gave her first toe job.
Lust tore through Robin. She was making him come.
"I'm about to come. Make it come. I'm almost there," he groaned, China pushing her head down so that the thickness hit against the back of her throat, her buttocks making deep bobbing motions as she tried to sit on the extended toes, Poppy giggling louder as the strange sight of her foot slipping into the cunt.
"Tighter. Make it tighter," Robin murmured huskily, getting ready to come in her mouth, his hips writhing and jerking toward her head, her finger plunging to the last knuckle in his cringing ass-hole. He rammed upward as his balls began to roll, his sperm starting the short journey to spew out into her mouth, the hot liquid gagging her as she swallowed the jet stream of hot pearls, his orgasm exploding and bursting out, his hands cupping at the back of her head to hold her firmly, the cock so sensitive that he couldn't let her suck up and down; the cock throbbing out globs of white come as he held her head there like a human bidet, a receptacle for his love juice.
He watched as her buttocks squirmed on the toes of his sister, knowing that her frantic movement was going to bring her to a climax. "I've heard of being teed off, but never toed off," he quipped as his prick slowed its convulsing.
"Fuck me. I need to be fucked," China said hotly, lifting her mouth off his tool. Robin looked at her with a gleam in his eye, his prick standing erect and wet, a tower of strength that never seemed to fail.
"Sure, I'll fuck you. I know just what you'll like," he said quietly. "Turn around. On your hands and knees."
"I'd rather get on my back," China began.
"I said on your hands and knees. You'll like this better," he grinned at her.
Her body was still full of her lust, wracked for release, China willing to do anything he wanted as long as he would stuff his cock up her hole one more time. The sucking of his dick had been wonderful, and Poppy's teasing of her cunt with her toes had been almost unbearable, like five little worms tickling her cunt lips.
On his knees behind her, Robin dipped his hand into the thick moisture still dripping from her cunt. His fingers took a thick glob and wiped through her buttocks and over her anal slit.
"Not there. Not there. I can't take it," she said trying to struggle out of his grasp. His hand held her ass cheeks tightly.
"You liked mine. And I like yours. If you want to come, we do it my way."
"No!" The passion was building quickly in Robin's body and his stiff dick as he stared at her white buttocks, the ass waving in front of him. Giving her no time, he pressed his thick cockhead at the slick anal entrance, his knees pushing her legs wider, his hand gripping her at the crook at the top of her thighs, pushing and shoving in a swift stroke, the muscle giving way as the head pooped into the dark hole. "Oh, no!" she screamed, the pain searing her rectum, her face breaking out in a sweat as the thick dong pressed inward, worming its way into the hot canal, Robin's hips jerking at the delicious warmth as he speared her inch by inch.
She felt as if he were filling her all the way to her throat, as if his prick would come out her ears. Her eyes bulged as tears came to them, the haze of pain covering her as his balls began to bounce against her vagina, his prick totally consumed. With the stretching, with the receding pain, she began to jerk and writhe against him, Robin fucking in full strokes in the tight, hot channel, like a knife in a sheath, the swollen head splitting her in a now delicious pain, making her move backward, screwing up on the tool, ramming backward to indulge herself in filling her cavity.
Harder he ground into her, their mutual cries of passion filling the room, exciting Poppy out of her lethargy. Robin grinned at his sister with the grin of idiot, his mind filled with the thought of fucking her in the ass, each hot stroke exciting him more; the sight of her white buttocks shoving back at him, the sounds of her mewlings, her grunts of pleasure goading him, making him fuck with more control, trying to hold off coming, to enjoy the tight, tight canal.
"I feel left out," Poppy said and turned around, sliding under China's body, until her head was close to the seething pussy. She looked up and could see her brother's cock sawing in and out above the inverted cunt and ass-hole. Sticking her tongue out, she aimed for the wet cunt, electric shocks covering China's body, making her dip her body down to find the tongue, thrust up to screw onto the big dick, Poppy reaching for her brother's swinging balls, holding them in her hand, rolling and massaging them as she began to suck China's pussy.
China found herself in heaven, the young girl underneath her lapping at her cunt, the young brother in back fucking her ass and giving her a delicious, if strange, fucking, and in front of her was an upturned cunt that she had not fully savored. Dropping her head she joined Poppy in a hungry sixty-nine position, the three of them finding their organs now fully occupied, China perhaps being ravished, but feeling more completely satisfied as the two young people used her for their lust.
"Fuck me. Suck me. Never stop. Both of you. Do it. Do it to me."
Robin pulled her buttocks wider with his hands as Poppy chewed on China's cunt lips, China's mouth slaving over Poppy's heated cunt, the two females lapping away at each other as Robin began to drive his hips with hard, vicious strokes, his pelvis smacking against her soft white buttocks, his cock swelling, growing inside the tight, clinging channel, swelling and beginning to pulsate wildly, China shivering as she felt his thick hot come spray over the hot walls, her buttocks screwing back wildly, trying to get more of him, trying to fuck him, to drain every drop of his cream up his ass.
"Suck me. Suck me," Poppy groaned under her, her cunt straining toward orgasm, China's orgasm gushing out as she moaned loudly with each convulsion of her twat. Her teeth clamped down on Poppy's fleshy cunt lips, her tongue driving deep and hard against the heated walls, her lips sucking back over the clit until she tasted the searing juices that began to spew out of Poppy's snatch to satisfy her thirst.
Robin stared down at his prick. He never knew he could come so much, the thick whiteness seeped out around his cock, the elastic muscle still tight and clinging as he collapsed over China's back, all three of them momentarily immobile and spent.
"I think I've just had the biggest lunch I've ever eaten," Poppy joked as the three of them disentangled their bodies.
"And I think I've just been eaten as the biggest lunch you've ever had," Robin replied with his typical humor.
"Don't you agree, China?" he asked her.
"I suppose so," she answered, not knowing whether she was embarrassed about the entire display, and trying to regain her cool and poise.
"We should all go away together and try it again. For days and days at a time," Poppy said wistfully.
"Sure, if we just had a private jet. We could do it," Robin said even more pointedly, their first introduction of the subject to anyone in the household.
"Well, Stanley promised to take you up for a ride. That's about as far away as anyone ever gets in the plane," China added, closing the subject of conversation.
"Who knows?" Robin thought to himself. "We just might change that."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I really don't know if I'm up to meeting all of your friends tonight, Stanley," Doris said as she dressed. Days before he had decided to throw a huge party to introduce all of his friends to his new family.
"It'll be fun," he had assured her. "There are some strange ducks among them, but by and large they're all nice people. Besides, I'm very proud of you and the kids. I want all my friends to know you."
Doris couldn't help but agree, willing to do anything to please Stanley. Robin and Poppy both felt it would be a bore, but Stanley promised a rock band to placate them and invited many young people their ages to attend.
"We'll all have a lot of fun," he told them, Robin and Poppy more content to go somewhere alone, the two of them, away from everyone else.
"I'm ready, Stan," she called to him.
"And you look beautiful. Come on. Let's go down and greet our guests."
She clung to his arm as they descended the stairs, Sam opening the door, the rooms filling up with people. Doris' eyes bulged as she saw the tall negro man with China. She could not forget him, and thought it brazen of China to bring him here. It was not his color, but the fact that he was nothing more than a stud for China.
And what if he says something to her? To Stanley? Doris wondered and felt edgy, nervous, because of his presence.
"Good evening, Mrs. Wolff," the masseur said to her as they passed. Doris nodded casually, clinging to her husband's arm.
"Do you know him?" Stanley asked. "China always brings the strangest friends to our parties."
"He's her masseur." She ended the conversation there, not wanting to continue the discussion, afraid that he might probe deeper.
"Look at that hunk," Poppy said under her breath, watching China and her escort. "He must be hung like a giant," she mused and maneuvered her way to be closer to China and the magnificent specimen.
Laughter, the tinkle of ice in glasses, animated conversation filled the room, the music of the rock band blaring out, the people mixing and mingling, China excusing herself for a moment and Poppy taking advantage of the situation by replacing her at the man's arm.
"Are you a friend of China's?" she asked, working fast to make time before China returned, taking his arm and walking him toward the corner of the room where there was more privacy.
"Well, yes. I suppose. And who are you?"
"I'm the daughter of the new Mrs. Wolff, I guess you would say. Any way, my mother married China's brother and here we are."
"I'm Miss Wolff's masseur. I've met your mother. Just the other day she came in. Sometime you should come by," he said his manner confident. "You really are a pretty girl," he added looking at the deep cut neckline of her dress, the ripe breasts bulging over the top of the fabric. He smiled broadly at her, exuding charm as he turned so that his back was to the crowd, no one watching them, his broad back shielding Poppy from sight as he blatantly began to stroke the exposed flesh of her bust.
Poppy jumped with a start at the touch, her breath catching in her throat, not knowing whether to stop him with the room full of people.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he said. "They were just so pretty. Standing right there in front of me, begging to be touched."
"I think I know a better place where you can touch them without this crowd seeing," she said coyly. "There's a cabana out by the pool where no one will be. Why don't you follow me?"
"Why not? China won't be back for awhile. Lead the way."
Unobtrusively, Poppy led the big black out of the house and toward the swimming pool. The moonlight shone on the water of the pool as they circled it, the dark man following behind her, their feet barely making any sounds as they entered the game room, his hand going immediately to her breasts as he turned her toward him, Poppy looking down at the d'colletage, his fingers even darker in the moonlit room as they stroked lightly over the slopes of her bulging tits.
His thick lips sought hers, wetly seeking her tongue, his tapered flesh hot as it speared into her mouth, his hands firmly pulling at her tits as he licked her teeth, her lips, tongue fucking her oral cavity.
Expertly his hand slipped into her brassiere to feel of her nipple, his hand pulling the fabric away so that his fingers had more freedom of movement, his touch hot and sensuous, incredibly exciting.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, the words making chills over her skin. "I'm going to make you want my cock. Make you beg for it."
"I want it now. And I'm begging for it," she answered softly, her hand groping at his crotch and finding the long, thick tool, Poppy gasping at the amazing hardness, the incredible length. She moaned as she felt him begin to undress her, removing the outer garments and quickly stripping away her bra, her panties, his hands covering her, her body tingling, her lust rising as he carressed her naked flesh, chewing at her erect nipple, her pelvis arching forward toward his hand, seeking the hot cock still hidden from her behind his trousers.
His hand covered her gash, the cunt lips damp with the moisture of her excitement, her hand reaching to hold his cock; the man unzipping his fly so that she could explore through the opening to find the immense shaft.
She anxiously felt for his dick. She wanted to feel that big organ, wanted to fondle the great piece of meat, wanted to cup the huge balls in her hand, his fingers slipping into her damp, dripping hole, Poppy spreading her legs as she stood there, her fingers finding his incredible rod and unable to encompass the full width.
Slowly, his hand never leaving her cunt, he worked her backward to the couch, Poppy laying down, her legs spreading wide, the cunt visible in the moonlight as he stood over her, slowly beginning to undress.
She gasped in fascination as his body appeared before her, his prick the biggest and thickest she had ever seen, jutting straight out from his groin, his body muscular, well-developed, obviously an athlete with great strength and remarkable powers.
She could see his eyes almost blazing with his passion, his skin ebony, glistening as if oiled, the big prick coming closer to her, bobbing up and down with his movement, the eye seeming to wink at her, the cap just covering the huge head, the girl licking her lips lasciviously as if she saw something delicious to eat.
Dropping to the sofa he gripped her thighs, spreading them apart, wider and wider, her cunt quivering anxiously, totally exposed to his gaze, the big man licking his lips, his thick tongue shiny and pink and he bent down to flick the tapered flesh, dipping directly into the wet crease, wasting no time in overtures, his mouth intent on sucking her pussy.
The flat broad organ licked from top to bottom over her slit, the clit throbbing with his wet long tongue, his head moving downward so that he could tongue over and around her tight anal entrance, his hand lifting her buttocks to make her more accessible, his tongue relentless in its search for her treasures, shoving into the hot cunt hole, lapping over the clit; the sensations becoming more intense, more tantalizing, her cunt drenched with her secretions as his nose rubbed through the hot slit.
Methodically he covered the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his kinky head bobbing up and down, Poppy panting and moaning, her cunt twitching with yearning, her frustration building, her mind wracked with thoughts of possessing his big dick, animal sounds coming from her throat as her fingers tangled in his wooly hair, pulling his face tight to her snatch.
Firmly she pushed his head into her crotch, the man sniffing through his nose, his nostrils filling with her feminine odor as he gasped for breath, his long tongue slipping into her pussy, hungrily licking at the hot walls, tasting the juices secreted by her cunt, her pussy dripping and drooling over his chin, his lapping continuing the full length of her crease, over the little knob, thrusting into the burning hole, his eyes closed in a dream-like state as he worked his artful magic.
She moaned loudly as she felt his face leave her crotch, his tongue slip from her seething hole, his arms turning her to her stomach, Poppy fearing that he might mean to impale her from behind and sure that she couldn't possibly take the huge dong in that manner.
"No. Not that way. I can't," she said as he pulled her legs apart, his fingers probing between her juicy white buttocks, finding them puckered, slipping down to rub over the wet cunt lips, his fingers damp with the moisture of her cunt. His thick pink tongue snaked out, licking over the satiny skin of the ass cheeks, wetly caressing the hot skin as he worked a trail to the anal entrance, the hot tapered flesh licking up and down, playing around and over the clenching sphincter, licking and wetting the slit until his pointed tongue plunged in to ream her out.
The sensation was indescribable and she ground back toward his face, the tongue circling, her ass swaying as it plunged deep into the rectum, the long pointed flesh penetrating deeper with each desperate lunge, Poppy wriggling fractionally to help him dig in deeper, his lips flat in the crease, his mouth glued to the crevice and the tiny opening, then moving down to suck at the pouty cunt lips, lapping her from the rear, Poppy lifting her body to her knees to accommodate his seeking tongue.
"I want your cock. Give me your dick," she crooned, rubbing her tits against the harsh fabric of the sofa covering, her stomach tensing, her chest heaving with anticipation, his great cock looking like a small pony, looking as if it lid to belong to an looking like a small pony, looking as if it had to belong to an
"Fuck me. Please fuck me," Poppy asked wanting all that big cock, wanting to take it even if he split her in two, wanting to feel the immense organ plunge in and fill her, snaking its way deep inside even into her womb.
The transparent lubricating semen dripped from the wide eye of his cock head, the man widening her legs, his finger slipping into her ass-hole to twirl, stretch, loosen the small opening, his cockhead directed by his free hand to rub over the entrance, wetting it, slipping it up and down in the crevice.
"In my cunt. My cunt," Poppy begged not wanting him to attempt fucking her in the ass. She need not have worried. Lifting her higher, he rammed into her cunt, the strain of the huge organ making her cry out, the thickness painful in its intrusion, the man shoving hard with his pelvis until his cock was in up to the hilt, his balls hanging behind her, Poppy grasping at the sofa cover, her nails clenched hard in her hands, waiting for the pain to cease.
Slowly he withdrew, pulling out, his dick purple black and shiny, slipping outward almost to the tip and roughly driving back in, the weight behind his thrust forcing her face and shoulders deep into the cushion, the cock imbedded, the velvet like black meat massaging her itching clit due to its tremendous size.
Poppy began to whimper with joy as the big tool slid in and out, her cunt lips clamping hard on the skin, locking the flesh in place as the muscle massaged back and forth, frictioning in thrilling strokes from behind in dog style, his penetration doubly good and doubly deeper with the position.
The cunt lips were stretched wide, his width filling her completely, a sucking wet sound echoing in the room with his increasing motion, Poppy arching back toward him, opening her cunt more, flaring her buttocks, the man panting as he fucked her faster and faster, the girl's ass rotating in circles as the great phallus assaulted the steamy orifice.
He rammed harder, stronger, Poppy loving his vicious plumbing of her depths, the black cock slicing into her coral cunt, the dong working deeper into her flaming snatch, working to shoot his come so far into her that she would be able to taste it. That penis, for the completely over-stuffed sensation of her cunt, her body trembling, her mouth gaping, ass wriggling, her buttocks slamming back against him as the man worked like a well-oiled machine to bring both of them to climax.
Her cunt fishtailed around his lunging dick, a slow and steady moan sounding low in her throat as she began to feel the mounting orgasm consuming her, her body beginning to shake and tremble, the man realizing what was happening and grabbing for her tits, squeezing them crudely, brutally jamming into her further than he had before.
He could feel the twitching of the pussy lips as she began to spew out her cream, her body shuddering as he rammed with more force, the heat of her cunt setting him off, triggering his own climax as he began to unload his glob of white cream, spurting deep inside, scalding the sensitive tissue of her convulsing cunt.
He felt the huge muscle between his legs tense and throb out his sperm, the white pearls filling her snatch to over-flowing, the excess trickling out of the cunt lips, down over his balls, his pubic hair matting into wiry curls as he continued to fuck, his buttocks flexing as he kept the even rhythm, not wanting to stop, filling her slimy, come-filled twat with his thickness, Poppy moaning with ecstasy as he worked and continued the drubbing of her cunt.
"Enough. Enough," she breathed hotly, wanting him to stop for just a minute, the lips feeling uncomfortably stretched, her thighs cramping in the kneeling position, his pelvis still softly butting up to her fleshy buttocks as she began to slow his stroke and then stop, his chest rising and falling, his cock flexing, expanding the walls around it as he held it inside of her bathing in their juices.
"In here. No one will know we're here." Poppy and the man remained motionless. Obviously someone was coming into the cabana. Two figures appeared in the darkness. She could tell it was Robin and China.
"Quick, before they miss us," China said. "I've been hot for your big dick all day. There are so many people at the party they won't miss us." Robin and China had not seen the two naked bodies on the sofa.
Poppy watched the woman groping at her brother's crotch, heard the fly being unzipped and the intake of breath sounding from China as the woman found the heavy cock and pulled it from his pants.
"It's gorgeous. You have such a beautiful cock," they heard her murmur, and watched as the woman dropped to her knees in front of the boy and began to suck noisily on his dick. "And you taste so good. So delicious," China crooned, her tongue licking around the broad head, Robin gasping for breath with the delightful wet sensation of her hot mouth, covering his tool, her tongue like a million butterflies around and over him.
"Take it. Take it," he breathed hotly, widening his stance as he cupped his hands behind her head to force her head down on him, to begin plunging his cock in and out, buttocks churning as he worked to quickly bring himself to an orgasm.
She thrilled at it's size, the satiny feel of the skin against her lips, her hands grasping at his buttocks, making Robin arch forward so that she could pull more of his meat into her mouth, the broad head banging against the back of her throat, China widening and working his penis so that it bent slightly and slipped into the tight, narrow constricting passage, almost making her gag but persevering to try to suck every inch in.
"Wow," he groaned feeling his cock bend painfully, but the deeper penetration thrilling him, the woman stroking hard on his tool, her tongue like a million butterflies around over and under the head, slurping like a pig, his cock growing longer and thicker, the blood flowing into it, his desire rising.
Letting her suck freely, he unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down so that his lemon-sized balls were available for her hands, her teasing fingers, his body fucking into her mouth as her head moved back and forth like a cobra, hotly inhaling his flesh.
"God, you can suck. Lay it on em," he moaned over her, Poppy watching, her cunt lips tightening in reflex around the black dick still firm and wetly imbedded in her snatch from behind. The Negro squeezed his dick, and she could feel the flexing of the big muscle, and as they watched they alternately squeezed and relaxed on either organ, her cunt lips grasping and then relaxing, his prick expanding deep in her passage and then relaxing, the slow movement thrilling as their eyes remained glued to China's sucking of Robin's man-sized penis. His cock and balls jerked with his movement, the full scrotum swinging, tapping her chin with his fucking motion, China reaching for his hand to place it on her breast. Slipping his hand inside her dress, he toyed with her nipple, her sucking becoming more heated as she felt the young hand rolling the nipple to erection, his white cock buried in her mouth, her hand circling around it, her lips ovaling around his flesh as she licked hotly up and down the full length.
"Suck it. Suck it," Robin moaned, wanting to feel his cock in her hot mouth again, wanting to come in her mouth, wanting to fill her throat with his white hot cream. She tasted the seeping juice of his premature sperm, sucking hungrily, her head sawing back and forth, his prick delicious to her taste, every vein and wrinkle giving her pleasure as he fucked her mouth.
Her hands cupped and squeezed his balls, his cock growing harder with each stroke and then she heard him groan loudly, felt the reflex of the hard muscle, felt the throb and pulsing begin wildly, and then the splatter of hot wet liquid against the back of her throat. She had him. He was coming a gush of liquid fire, the gobs of white juice being swallowed down fast, a trickle of salty semen escaping the corner of her mouth and running down her chin. Their breathing filled the room her mouth slowly sucking him in until there was no come left in the length of his rod. Standing, she began to remove her dress, her undergarments, her body shining as she became nude. Lifting a leg, she put a foot on the edge of a low table, her hairy mound looking like a soft beard. "Now suck my cunt, Robin," she hissed at him, her body aflame, his pants falling to the floor, making it awkward for him as he knelt and began to return her favors, noisily slurping at her cunt, his tongue lapping over the wet crease, her buttocks working back and forth as she buried her cunt in his face.
Poppy felt the big prick slipping from her cunt, the massive monster pulsing as the negro watched the woman being eaten alive. Robin ran his fingers over the cunt lips, spreading them in front of his tongue, his hands covering the inner thighs, his thumbs separating the sparsely hair-lined lips as he nosed in and strummed the clit at the same time, the double friction thrilling her.
"That's a pretty ass," the black man breathed in her ear, China jumping, pulling her cunt away from Robin's seeking mouth.
"You scared me to death," she said feeling his hands cover her round buttocks, China beginning to undulate forward to Robin's continued sucking, backward to the thick cock head as he drew her buttocks apart, stretching them wider, his fingers gripping hard as he pressed the tip at the small entrance and thrust forward.
His driving stroke made her grunt with pain, his huge prick driving to the hilt, pushing through the resisting muscle, the pain of the monstrous organ becoming pleasure, Robin's mouth laving over her cunt mound, her slit, her clit, her brain reeling in ecstasy, making her grind her ass backward onto the iron hard phallus as the big black fucked into the tight channel.
She could feel the slickness of her ass, the smoothness of his stroking at the tight canal become more lubricated, could feel the saliva from Robin's mouth and her freely flowing juices streaming down her inner thigh, her ass churning back and forth between the two of them, the black man surrounding her tits with his broad hands as he pistoned his hips back and forth, her ass-hole hot and tight around his rampaging meat.
She squeezed her cunt muscles over Robin's thrusting tongue, her sphincter involuntarily tightening as she lunged backward for the assault, his tongue growing wilder in its movement as he sucked savagely, biting at the flesh folds.
"Suck it. Oh, yes, Eat me alive. Fuck my ass. Fuck it."
She fucked back on the huge pole, the cheeks of her ass hollowing and flexing with her motion, squeezing hard at it, every nerve ending raw with passion, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth as she gulped for air, the pounding from behind growing more frantic, her ass-hole growing tighter and more tender, her brain screaming for more, her cunt seething and alive with Robin's merciless sucking.
She spread her legs wider, thrusting back, shoving her buttocks against his lower abdomen harder for the plunging cock that filled her ass-hole, each stroke battering her buttocks, his balls bouncing against her thighs, swinging between her legs. Robin reached up and took the big hairy scrotum in his hand, rolling the heavy balls with his fingers, the added sensation making the big black jerk and lunge harder into her ass, his hands holding her firmly, closer to him, China's clit throbbing, alive with electrical sensation, her hands milking at her breasts as she goaded the two men on, coaxed them to ravage her body.
The smooth cock stroked and burrowed into her ass, reaching deeper filling her, Robin's tongue stroking into her cunt as his hand massaged the heavy balls, and his free hand began to manipulate her clit, tweaking it, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, her body burning, willing to do anything they wanted to her.
"Get it for me, baby," he sighed into her ear, ready to come, his cock pulsating with his even fucking rhythm, the smell of her cunt juices wafting upwards, the acrid odor of his rampaging cock and her ass-hole floating over the room, the squishy wet noises like sex music in their ears.
China whimpered as she felt her orgasm beginning to rise inside of her loins, the man's prick beginning to jerk behind her, beginning to spew its hot cream, splashing in the canal, filling her from behind, his balls rising and falling in Robin's hands, her clitoris jumping with regular rhythm of Robin's expert fingers and tongue.
His tongue was covered with a flood of hot juice, his lips suctioning like a pump at her hole, drinking at the thin stream, gulping it down as the cunt lips quivered and the pussy jerked in its spasms, her pelvis banging back and forth against his nose and face.
"Oh, suck it. Fuck it," China moaned loudly as Robin lapped up her cunt cream, the big prick in her back.
"I'm missing all the fun," said Poppy from across the room. Neither China nor Robin knew she was there, and the black man had forgotten momentarily about her as he proceeded to satisfy his lust.
"I wouldn't say all of it," Robin grinned at his sister.
"Neither would I," China joined in smiling at the body of the young girl, anxious for some big dick in her twat as well as a taste of the young pussy again. Her voice was heavy with heat, both men feeling their dicks grow harder, Robin staring at the incredible size of the black man whose balls he had jerked and stretched during his cunt lapping. The four of them were like prize fighters squared off in a ring. Suddenly chaos broke loose, hands grabbing for bodies, cocks for cunts, mouths for any organ that could be found.
Robin reached for China, China reached for Poppy, and Poppy grabbed for the big black dick to try to stuff it in her cunt once again. Mouths sought pussy and cock as hands roamed over nude flesh, China's head diving between Poppy's legs, Poppy grabbing the rigid black dick and beginning to lick and suck as Robin chewed on China's beautiful breast.
The big black man had never cared much for men, his business always being the satisfying of his women customers, but the air reeked with sex and he leaned closer to Robin's spread ass and began to lick at the beautiful buttocks.
The four bodies lay in a circle on the floor, exploring and arousing each other.
Rolling over on his back, Robin pulled China away from his sister and on top of him, her cunt again over his mouth. He began to suck at her pussy lips as China moved her buttocks back and forth.
"I want to do this to her," China said aloud, Robin's tongue moving faster, making her sink down further so that the tapered flesh could climb deeper inside her hole.
Poppy moved behind China, turning her back to her, spread her knees wide, and sat on top of Robin's huge prick, guiding it in as she pressed down and sank all the way home, the big black man moving in front of her, Poppy opening her mouth to take the great cock all the way down her throat until she gagged.
He moved his ass in small, slow circles, as Poppy sucked at his swollen flesh, pulling his cock deeper until she had it all. He fucked her mouth, plunging the huge tool the full length into her open throat, her bobbing head keeping time with her sawing cavernous cunt. Up and down she moved her ass, feeling the huge cock inside her vagina, a hand squeezing her buttocks. As Poppy lifted up from the pole, China stuck her finger down through the crevice of Poppy's buttocks and found the ass-hole.
China widened her thighs for Robin's darting tongue as she fingered Poppy's ass. Faster the four moved as Poppy felt the black man's hot come flood her throat, her own climax arriving and beginning to cover Robin's throbbing tool. The added heat of his sister's love juice made him writhe as he began to pour his sperm into her smoothly sliding snatch. He ate on the pussy faster, sucked at the clit, and his tongue was once again covered with China's creamy delight, the juices shooting out again and again. Groans sounded through the room as the bodies continued to heave, to force the juice from their bodies.
The negro lifted Poppy off her brother's joy rod and onto the floor next to him. Climbing between her thighs, he pushed his huge phallus against the wet lips, and slid deep inside of her, his mouth covering her firm breast as he quickly established his rhythm, his ass churning, shoving his huge meat in the heated hole.
China turned toward the two copulating bodies and bent toward the black ass-hole, her hands spreading his buttocks wider, her tongue licking around the sphincter and then delicately probing the entrance. He wriggled in delight, the wet tongue causing flashing sensations throughout his body as he continued to pummel Poppy's snatch. Robin looked at China on her knees licking the black ass.
"Eat him out. I've got something for you," and Robin moved toward China's shapely ass, taking his bone-hard prick in hand and placing it against her come-moistened cunt lips. Dog style, he pushed the huge head into the opening, China flaring her cunt lips, covering the broad head.
Robin's meat began to press deeper inside of her, pushing against the walls of her vagina, widening it, ramming all the way home, his pubic hair brushing her white buttocks as he rammed in and out. China rotated and squeezed the big cock as her mouth covered the dark man's ass-hole. She sucked, pulling the sphincter, tongued into the little slit, licking around the walls, matching his movement as he fucked Poppy, his gigantic rod pulling back and forth.
"Oh God," the ebony man moaned. No one had ever rimmed him and he was loving it. "Oh. That's it, baby. Get that tongue up there."
Poppy clamped down hard on the immense prick as it smoothly glided in and out, her cunt lips grabbing at the base of it as it came deep inside of her, holding it firmly as it pulled away, her ass pitching higher to get all of it as the man drove deeper and deeper.
Robin was driving his huge cock home, holding China's buttocks apart while she made circles and figure eights around his thick meat.
"Here I come, China. Fuck me," Robin yelled as he unloaded his sperm in her wriggling cunt. China sucked harder on the black man's slit, her tongue moving like fire as she felt her own climax rise, move out of her body and drip from the large probing tool to the floor.
"Fuck me. Give it to me," Poppy cried, and she felt the burning love juice cover her cunt walls. Harder she ground her ass against him as she began to bite his neck.
"Now!" she yelled, and all four fucked harder as Poppy exploded, her hot juices blending with the man's sticky come, their movement stopping as the four of them collapsed on the floor, panting and trying to regain their breath.
Tentatively, China's hand began to rub Poppy's thigh, slowly moving toward the dripping snatch until one finger penetrated the pin-red lips. Turning toward Poppy, China began to suck at the oozing slit, her tongue tasting the black man's cream. Poppy widened her legs and lifted her hips so that China's nose and mouth were buried in her bush.
The black man looked at Robin's prostrate body.
"That's a good-looking ass that boy's got," he said and crawled toward Robin. Robin opened his eyes and looked at the negro. His arms went out and drew the man to him as he reached down to feel the limp cock. Robin began to jerk the negro's meat back and forth until it was hard again, and turning around, they began to eat each other. Neither of them had ever sucked cock before, but the size of their big tools was awesome and the taste of cunt juice and come made them slurp and gulp as their heads bobbed up and down against each other, sucking and licking as they became more aroused.
China sucked at Poppy's pussy, her hands running up to find the firm, jutting breasts. Rolling over, she pulled Poppy on top of her, her cunt over her mouth as she buried her head between the legs and kissed the salty slit, her mouth moving up and down, tonguing in and out.
Poppy reached behind her and began to massage the distended clit of China's love nest and they began to suck and finger each other toward climax. China was in ecstasy with Poppy's touches, the woman sucking wildly at the flesh, her tongue moving in and out of the cunt hole as Poppy moved her buttocks back and forth, her gash covering the lips of China's mouth.
Saliva dripped from the mouths of the man and boy as they sucked at each other's cocks. The black man pulled off and told Robin to turn over on his stomach.
"I'm going to fuck you, boy. You're going to like this as much as you like to fuck women."
The black man looked down at the parted legs, and bent forward to rim the tight ass-hole. As his tongue covered the skin, Robin moaned in pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus," Robin murmured. "Eat that thing."
The man tongued madly at the hole, a completely new experience for Robin. Taking some spit in his hand, he covered his cockhead with the wetness and placed the bulbous meat at the lips of the sphincter. He grabbed Robin by the waist, pulling his ass toward him off the floor, and slowly pushed against that muscle, until he began to stretch it and enter. Robin squirmed as he pulled his buttocks wider and the black man sank home.
"That's it," he yelled. "Give it to me!"
The dark man, wanting to feel the tight ass-hole covering his entire pulsating dick, jammed hard as his cock passed through the layers of tissue until he was deep inside. Robin wriggled against the onslaught, a hard thrusting movement backward to take it all. The man plowed him hard, feeling the inner muscles contract against the giant intruder. Pulling Robin higher, the negro grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off as he fucked in and out, juice and flecks of blood beginning to cover the hard meat.
Poppy was moaning with delight as China squeezed her buttocks and tongued the little jewel-like clit. Faster Poppy moved her ass over the consuming mouth as she fingered China's pussy.
"That's it, China. You're going to get it. You're going to get a mouth full." Poppy ground her ass harder as she fingered deeper. China began to moan as she soaked Poppy's penetrating finger, and she sucked harder as she began to chew mercilessly on Poppy's clit. Poppy lunged hard downward as China took the stream of white come as it poured out, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow, trickling from the sides of her lips to her throat.
Robin screamed as the big black jammed his huge prick deep as it could go and shot his juice deep inside the cavity. Robin's come covered the floor as his huge hammer throbbed with the motion of the man's hand.
Breathing heavily, Poppy moved away from China's mouth and lay on the sofa, China looking at the two men.
"It seems that everybody has almost everyone else. I think I've got one to go."
Widening her legs and thrusting her ass high, China wiggled a beckoning finger at her black masseur. Crawling to her on his hands and knees, he mounted her and sank his semi-erect cock into the juicy hole, Robin and Poppy watching the .two as they fucked on the floor.
Robin watched hypnotized, and looking at his sister, moved toward her. Kneeling on the floor, he began to lick on those irritated cunt lips, his mouth sucking at her juice. Throwing her legs around his neck, he tongued the bud, sucking at it, squeezing the buttocks as his tongue washed the cunt hole.
Climbing oh top of her, he let his weight fall as his cock slid home, settling in Poppy's snatch like a sheathed knife. Her arms encircled him as her legs locked around his waist. She began to fuck that huge dick answering the movement of his pistoning ass as he plowed deeper and harder, bringing both of them to a fast climax. Groaning sounds came from the floor as China and her friend came in unison, their bodies slapping against each other in wet sticky sounds.
Dressing and cooling off, the four felt satiated.
"I really think this is the best party Stanley has ever given," China joked, her laughter carrying through the night air as the quartet returned to the party.
"Are you having a good time?" Doris asked when she saw Robin and Poppy. She noticed that China and her black friend were not far behind them and wondered if they had met, wondered if they could have discussed anything that would implicate her.
"Great, mother," they both responded.
"Doris, I think you've met my friend, haven't you?" China asked coolly with a sly grin.
"Yes, we've met," she answered trying to end the conversation abruptly.
"Yes, I gave Mrs. Wolff a massage last week," he interjected, thinking of the massage he had given them with his rock hard penis.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Are you sure you won't join us?" Stanley asked Doris. "The kids want to go and China is going too." He had promised to take them up in his plane, being terribly proud of the small jet aircraft, Robin full of anticipation, Poppy excited by he obviously wealthy luxury, China going out of boredom.
"I'm going to do the piloting myself. Wouldn't you like to see your husband be captain of his ship?" he smiled at his wife.
"I really don't feel like it, Stan. Go ahead and take the kids and I'll have a nap." She was still worn out from the party, her body exhausted with the social schedule her husband had evolved to introduce his new family to his friends and their society.
"Sure, I understand. We won't be out too long. I'll get back, we'll have a good, quiet dinner, just the two of us here in our bedroom, and then get to bed early. You know that's one place I like to be with you," he smiled, stroking her pretty face.
"Oh, Stan," she answered like a young girl, blushing, and thinking about what had happened the night before. "I'd like that, and we both need to catch up on some sleep."
"We need to catch up on each other," he joked, and began to dress. They had their breakfast on trays in their room, Sam serving with his usual gracious manner, quiet and solicitous, a pleasant smile on his face, indicating nothing of the party.
"I'll go get the kids. See you later," he said, kissing her lightly and leaving the room. She watched the door close and thought how lucky she was to have a man so considerate, so kind, and so fond of her children.
"Everybody ready?" he asked as they piled into the big car and drove away from the estate. "I think you'll love the plane," he said to Robin and Poppy, the girl riding in the front seat with him, her short skirt riding high on her thighs almost to the edge of her panties, Robin sitting in the back seat with China, Stanley driving expertly, leaving Sam at the house to take care of his wife.
Wolff looked sideways at he exposed flesh of Poppy's thighs, moving his leg to the right, closer to Poppy's until it pressed firmly against her thigh. She made no effort to push it away or to move her leg away from his, his conversation flowing easily and occupying them as he dropped his hand from the steering wheel, driving with the other, and surreptitiously placed it on her knee.
He guided the car through the traffic and onto the freeway, passing automobiles, talking lightly as his fingers crept up her leg, the road long and straight, his cock beginning to match it in a parallel as he felt the satiny thighs, Poppy tingling and grinning to herself with the casual petting hidden from her brother in the rear seat.
She opened her thighs slightly as his fingers moved higher, enjoying his light touch, the heat exuding from his palm as it clasped her inner thigh and his fingers slipped under the edge of the elastic-lined nylon covering. Stanley knew what she wanted. She had to be one of the hottest little numbers he had ever met, and she was now completely accessible to him, a member of the family.
China stared out the window, watching the scenery whiz by, bored with everything, glancing at Robin's crotch and finding the bulges and contours more interesting for speculation than the pleasure of an airplane ride. Robin could feel her eyes devouring him whenever she looked at him, and he felt a conscious stirring in his groin, remember her tight ass, her juicy cunt, but he put the thought out of his mind, questioning Stanley about he plane, hoping to be able to pilot it.
"I've never let anyone fly it but my pilot and myself, but since you're going to be the other man in the house and my son, I suppose we better set up some flying lessons for you. It's really quite an experience." And this is quite an experience, Poppy thought, having your stepfather frig your cunt through your underwear while your brother and his sister sit in the back seat. She found the entire situation entirely amusing and looked at Stanley's crotch, seeing the long hard length projecting down his leg under his trousers. I'll have to do something about that for him, she told herself, her cunt growing wet, separating her panties as his finger dipped into her slit.
"Here we are," Stanley told them as they pulled up to a white, tin-covered hangar. The small jet aircraft stood waiting for them, slick and gleaming in the bright afternoon sun.
"Hi, Mac," Stanley called to the man. "This is my pilot," he said, introducing them. "Meet my new family. And of course, you know my sister, Miss Wolff."
"My pleasure," Mac said to Poppy and Robin, shaking hands, and nodding to China. China had long ago been taken for a ride by
Mac. And she in turn had given him a ride he hadn't forgotten. True to form, she had fucked him like a mink, but with her insatiable appetite he hadn't been able to give it to her enough, had not had a big enough prick to fill her, and she had dropped him from her list of available cocks, always calling for Sam who was more easily at hand.
"How are you, China?" he asked pleasantly, knowing that she was always hot and horny, his eyes appreciatively taking in Poppy's ripe body. "Everything is ready, Mr. Wolff. It's a great day for flying."
"Sure is, and we're anxious to get up there. Let's go," Wolff said, and quickly they got into the plane, strapping themselves in as Stanley efficiently began to rev up he plane and it was only moments until they were airborne.
Poppy sat next to him in the cockpit, China and Robin in the small compartment behind, a folding door dividing the two small comfortable rooms. China sipped on a drink, the small bar being opened once they were safely in the air, the alcohol lightening her spirits, relaxing her, her gaze once again turning to Robin as he watched the ground below, anxious to change places with his sister.
"I don't think that belt is hooked correctly," Stanley said to Poppy, his cock throbbing in his pants, the length obviously protruding against his leg. "Let me fix it for
Poppy smiled, knowing full well that he was only looking for any opportunity to feel her body. She lifted her buttocks up in the leather seat as his fingers worked at the clamps with fake movements, his hand brushing against her pubic mound, the sun filling the cabin and shining on the flesh of her legs, the sight filling him with frustrations of not being able to get to her young cunt, his cock throbbing.
"Where are we now?" Poppy asked coyly. Not as far as I'd like to be, he thought, turning the plane.
"We're just passing over our home," he said, Poppy looking down to see the sprawling grounds, the mansion and pool, the stables, all looking like a drawing on the architect's board.
"Oh, look how beautiful it is," Poppy said, leaning over to peer out the other window, past Wolff, her hand resting on his thigh, the touch making him jump slightly and causing her to giggle inside knowing what she was doing to him. Wolff felt the cock growing between his legs, the long full inches standing out, Poppy's hand beginning to wander, returning the favors of his hand during their ride out.
"I don't think they would come up here, would they?" Poppy asked. "Unless you want to call for help. And you do need help, don't you?" Poppy's hand moved onto his completely-stiff dick, Wolff inhaling deeply with the satisfaction of being stroked. Poppy made scratching movements with her fingers, little pin pricks of sensation shooting through his penis as it twitched and pushed against the fabric of his pants, her hand pushing against its thickness, her fingers awkwardly fumbling with his safety belt so that she could unzip his fly.
Her finger darted into the slit of his underwear, her touch cool against his pubic hair and stomach as she reached for his prick, the cock leaping out in her hand, the head swollen and red with blood, her fingers holding it at the root as she leaned down and took it in her mouth.
She knew what Stanley wanted, and she was in the mood to suck his big dick. What could be nicer than flying across country in your own plane and sucking your stepfather's dick, she thought perversely, her lips glued to the staff, Stanley switching on the automatic pilot to slump back in the seat and watch the girl mouthing his cock.
"Shit, you're a great cock-sucker," he hissed in her ear, her fingers wrapped firmly around the hunk of meat as he thrust his pelvis forward urging her to take more of it into her throat, deeper into her mouth. He watched as she flicked her tongue over the swollen head, swished it from side to side between her lips, her sucking thrilling him as the odor of his crotch floated up to fill her nostrils, the man-sweat smell exciting her young pussy and making her slurp louder and uck deeper.
The veins stood out against her tongue, his skin like velvet as she stroked the loose foreskin up and down, Wolff watching as she made the cock head disappear into the warm, wet oral cavity, her tongue like a thousand snakes flicking into the tiny eye at the tip, her saliva hot and lubricating, dripping out of her lips and over her fingers as they slid up and down, stroking and grasping firmly, working his dick into a stronger hard, her cheeks filling and hollowing with her suctioning.
She leaned closer, her head moving down further, intent on making him come, wanting to taste his sperm as it shot into her mouth, her lips clinging to the shiny staff as she slobbered her way up and down, head bobbing, fingers grasping, his hips thrusting against her face as the rhythm grew faster, more desperate, his eyes focusing on the infinity of the blue sky in front of him, his brain whirling with the sensation of her furiously ravaging lips, his orgasm beginning to rise like a volcano exploding until he burst, the come shooting out to spray the back of her throat, the hot globs hitting against her uvula as she swallowed, sucking wildly on the convulsing dick, draining every drop out of his balls and down the length of his pulsating penis.
She looked up at him with a smile as she milked the last drops with her hand, the clear liquid standing in the slit at the tip of his cock head, the pole still stiff and hard, his body fully aroused, full of strength.
"I need a little of that for myself, Daddy," she added, slipping her panties off and tossing them to the floor. Moving quickly she was out of her seat, turning toward him, her leg slipping past him and over him so that she straddled him, balancing on the balls of her feet, holding her open cunt over the upward-turned dick. She gave a downward lunge with her ass, the cunt lips parting the ring of muscle straining for only a second and then felt him pass into her vaginal length, filling her, stuffing her until she rested flat on his lap, her legs spread on either of his thighs.
"From those notes, I wouldn't say that Stanley was keeping his eyes on the road or driving with two hands," China quipped, bored with everything but her view of Robin's well-filled crotch.
Her obvious gaze had excited Robin. There was never a time that the thought or indication of pussy and fucking failed to arouse him. Most of the time his sister was the most accessible, and even though he had China, and taken her rather indifferently, he was still interested, grinning at her, unzipping his fly as he stretched out in the seat, opening his trousers to take his semi-flaccid cock out, slowly stroking it to a hard-on, China gasping and licking her lips, a sly smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
She put her unfinished drink down, leaning toward him in the tight enclosure and kissed him hard on the mouth, Robin's mouth opening wide, their tongues dueling as she pressed her breasts hard against his chest, her fingers groping for his erect flesh, her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her dress, brushing from side to side with the movement of her chest as she thirstily drank his saliva.
Robin pulled her close, the seventeen-year-old boy working with the expertise of a man much older, but not necessarily more experienced than he, kneading her ass, feeling her thighs, knowing that his touch was setting her off, making her hotter.
She moved his hand to her breast, her fingers unbuttoning the long row of tiny white buttons, her breasts free of restriction, round and soft to his touch as he squeezed and stroked, her fingers making a full circle around his stiff phallus as she wriggled against his body, pulling him downward with her to the carpeted floor of the plane.
Robin sucked at her big aureoles, pulling the nipples with his lips, his tongue circling and massaging, making them stand out, popping forward as his saliva drooled around the straining skin, his mouth working over each tit, gobbling and slurping, China's hand busy in his crotch, feeling of his long staff, her fingers slipping into his pants to find the round balls and full scrotum.
Robin moved his hand down between her thighs, her skirt riding high over her panty-less pelvic area, his forefinger sliding into her cunt. China spreading her legs, her buttocks pushing upward as Robin ate the flesh around the tit, teeth biting and chewing, her body tossing erotically as her wet lips clung to the fucking finger.
"Oh, shit, I'll come off any minute if you keep that up," China groaned, her bottom screwing left and right as Robin fucked two fingers into her gash with a practiced, well-rehearsed manner. Stopping, he rubbed her cunt juices over her tits as he worked his head downward, tonguing into her navel as China squirmed out of her completely unbuttoned dress, her hips lifting as Robin helped pull the garment from her body.
China lay nude on the floor, Robin's cock thumping against her leg as she unbuttoned his shirt, working it around his shoulders and off, her fingers expert and pushing his trousers and shorts down, his mouth never ceasing his licking as he left a wet trail of hot saliva down to her bush.
His lips caught the pubic hair and pulled, the tongue sliding over the love mound, China gasping for breath as she felt his hot mouth open wide to cover the entire area, licking and sucking, his face rubbing over her gaping gash, her buttocks lifting for his tongue as he began to tongue-fuck her steamy hole.
"Suck me. Suck my cunt," she whispered hotly. "Get your tongue all the way up in there," her clit twitching and buttocks heaving as she directed Robin's efforts. "You're burning me up. I'm so hot. So hot."
China's hand groped for Robin's body, pulling him around over her, his cock hanging over her body as his face burrowed deeper into her snatch, the tip of the cock head dripping with clear, lubricating semen.
Grasping his cock, she pulled it down into the valley of tits, so that it pointed toward his chest, her round orbs surrounding it with heated flesh as she pushed her breasts together. Feeling the heat of the tits covering his cock, Robin began to fuck his stick back and forth, the semen making the skin wet, China holding the breasts firmly so that his big tool could slide between them freely, Robin tit-fucking her in a sixty-nine position while he ate her snatch.
Later, when Robin and Poppy were together again, they realized that the sex between them was something special. They realized, for a final time, that they were together and inseparable, forever.
