Astrid Maher was feeling more than irritable this morning. She slammed around the kitchen preparing things for the trip. The embittered wife would just have soon stayed home. All this vacation meant to her was extra work away from home. Oh sure, the kids were excited, the spoiled little monsters, their father didn't care if the little darlings ever did anything to help out. They used her just like a maid and so did their father. She was sorry she had ever married at all.
Astrid at thirty-three still had her looks but she had been panicky about losing them when she met Ellis Maher the famous travel writer. She knew the handsome gray-haired man was completely heartbroken about the recent loss of his wife and writing partner and when he had asked her to marry him to be a mother to his children, she had accepted almost too quickly. She hadn't reckoned on his children being ages fourteen and sixteen, either. They not only resented her but actually took pleasure in making a fool of her every chance they got. They seemed to find her priggish and old-maidy and especially the sixteen year old daughter, Kandy, was very sarcastic every time an opportunity arose.
Now that the reality of being married for the second time had worn off, Ellis wondered if he hadn't made a mistake. Getting his wife into bed was like pulling a man back into a flaming house. Maybe I should have gotten a divorcee or someone that at least understood children. She actually seems to hate the children, he worried.
Ellis took a reflective drag of his cigarette and watched his second wife banging things around the kitchen. She was actually very attractive except for the tight hard line to her mouth and a tightness about her otherwise finely molded jaw which detracted from her beauty. She had natural curly chestnut hair cut in the latest style, a clear complexion and a pert tilted nose and hazel eyes. Her body was lean and athletic as she had been a gym teacher at one point. She still enjoyed outdoor activities unlike her sedentary writer husband who preferred to view the world from his armchair. What she probably needs is someone to completely knock her out and put a good ramrod hard cock up her ass, he mused. She doesn't seem to understand gentleness and if I left it up to her, we'd never have sex, ever. She's always pleading headaches or some other such thing to get out of sexual intercourse.
Meanwhile, Astrid was unaware of her husband's random thoughts and was now concentrating on getting the family ready for the road. Ellis had an assignment to write up a dude ranch for millionaire guests that had just opened and the family would be spending two weeks there. Of course, he expected her to make all the arrangements while he just sat there staring into space. The more she thought about it the more furious she got.
"Kandy, for heaven's sake, you're not thinking of wearing those cut-offs, are you? They're positively indecent. Half your rear end is showing. Do you want the whole world looking at you?"
"Well, they won't be looking at you and that's for sure," the petite sixteen year old blonde replied insolently, crossing her shapely tanned legs in an exaggeratedly sexy fashion for added impact. Kandy reminded herself that she had no intention of being bossed around by her stepmother whom she still thought of as a dried up old virgin in spite of the fact that she was now married to her father.
Anyway, the nubile teenager wanted to show off her legs and draw admiring stares from the local cowboys. She really resented the fact that Astrid was around to supervise things, she and her brother Timmy would have been able to have a far better time with their father who was easy to get around.
Everything was packed up in the car now and the family was getting settled, Ellis could see storm warnings of a family squabble brewing and the bookish writer did not like any dissension.
"Be nice to Astrid, Kandy," he ordered with mock sternness which infuriated Astrid all the more.
Perhaps, I am a little too lenient with my daughter, the recently married father thought guiltily. I'm just trying to make up for the loss of their mother. He looked over at his sixteen year old daughter. The tiny blonde did look delightful in her blue jean cut-offs which barely covered her buttocks and a little yellow halter top which seemed to be having a problem containing her breasts, the scanty apparel looking as though it might flutter away in the slightest breeze to leave her naked. like a nymphet, her luscious ripe young body suggested readiness for the plucking whenever he had glimpsed her under the shower.
"All right, kids, Astrid's been nice enough to pack us a picnic hamper so we won't have to stop at one of those revolting restaurants along the freeway, so let's just have a really fun day, okay?" he said, speaking to his children as if they were mere infants.
Ellis was tall, his gray hair still sandy in some parts like his osn's, handsome in a quiet, studious sort of way. He wore a blue open necked shirt and gray flannel trousers even though they were going to a dude ranch and jeans would have been more appropriate for the occasion. He glanced sideways at Astrid to see if she'd accept his attempts at peacemaking and was relieved when the usually sullen woman smiled back at him. He thought hopefully that there would be a chance that this relaxed vacation at a dude ranch would make her less uptight and neurotic. So far the trip preparations had been spoiled by domestic wrangling between the kids and their stepmother with him attempting to accept as a conciliator. This was going to be a working vacation for him and he hoped that the kids would have an opportunity to get to know Astrid better and to like her.
He looked forward to the change of pace since his usual jobs took him gallivanting around Europe and the wilds of the Amazon looking for undiscovered places. His obsession with his work often seemed to his new wife that he was totally out of sync with reality. She had already accused him of being blind to the facts about his children which should have been blatantly obvious to anyone. She had described Kandy and Timmy as having a dangerously developing intimacy between brother and sister.
"We'll just play the day by ear and see how far we get and how long we'll stop along the way. Is that all right with everyone?" Ellis inquired.
"Super, dad," the kids called out in unison. This was much more their idea of a good time. And too, it would be great to get out of the house and into a vacation setting where they could escape the constant discipline and restrictions imposed on them by their uptight new stepmother. She was really getting on Kandy's case and Timmy too resented the strict authority with which their stepmother was trying to rule their lives after her sudden appearance in the household after their mother's death.
He and his sister would make the most of their vacation away from the hard-nosed bat, Timmy thought eagerly. The handsome youth gazed admiringly at his luscious sister, the sexy fox, as he liked to describe her because she looked just as sexy and just as foxy to him, her brother, as to others. He allowed his eyes to finger over the tantalizing hint of her pubic mound subtly outlined by the tight cut-offs, and her uptilted breasts with their little hard nipples pressing exciting against her halter. This vacation was something he had always dreamed about. To be on a ranch and with his sister in a romantic setting different from his home town where it seemed to the fourteen year old boy that everything went along pretty much the same every day.
Timmy thought his sister the most beautiful girl in the entire world; she was his idea of a perfect woman, someone he would like for a girlfriend but he could never find anyone to match Kandy.
Lustrous golden tresses cascaded down her back and huge blue eyes in a soft pixie face, and a delicately voluptuous figure-he decided from his very limited view of womanhood-what one of his cronies described as being "a cherry looking for a banana to make the sundae." He remembered feeling strangely jealous when his friend made that remark about his gorgeous sister. She was his! The boy analyzed his thoughts for a second. Shit, he thought, I'm thinking about Kandy as if she were my girlfriend. I better cool it.
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The freeway became an endless ribbon of billboards for everything from restaurants to deodorants. No one else really seemed to notice them but Astrid made several comments about the appalling taste and how advertising agencies were worse polluters than oil companies. She continued her sour barrage but even she couldn't dampen the teenager's high spirits. Kandy and Timmy giggled and whispered in the back seat like two conspirators.
Ellis smiled happily at his wife. "Those kids sure are having a good time."
Had the two adults but known the cause of the mirth in the back seat of the automobile they may not have been so amused. Kandy was speculating on her stepmother's plan of action in bed.
This lewd talk was all part of Kandy's favorite game, gradually bring her brother to a state of sexual excitement until he was crimson in the face, and as she talked she reveled in the adoring looks he gave her. He was her slave. The perverse teenager knew that she could make him do anything, but anything, she wished.
The aggressive beauty, just two years older than Timmy, took sadistic delight instructing him in the mysteries of sex. Not actually giving
I instructions with demonstrations, just educating him in all the weird deviations of human sexual behavior. It was she who had explained the word "necrophilia" to the boy-"getting your rocks off on a corpse" was her succinct if vulgar definition. It gave her a secret thrill to watch her little brother's reactions to her eye popping, shocking revelations and she encouraged him to develop his interest in what she called "bondage".
Blossoming into womanhood, the young virgin was aware of Timmy's furtive stares at her up-thrust cleavage and other intimate parts of her ripe body. She unashamedly used her sex appeal to manipulate her adolescent brother, practising her charms on him while fascinated at the same time by his good looks and lithe physique. It was good practice to find out what turned men on, she thought calculatingly.
With her brother wrapped around her little finger she knew he was ready to back her up in any fight against the common, restricting enemy, namely Astrid, their stepmother. Her father, she knew, was too absorbed in his writing to notice any strange games she and Timmy would play.
In a way, Kandy felt some womanly compassion for Astrid. The nubile teenager thought charitably that maybe she had just stayed a dried up virgin too long, a fate she herself was determined to avoid. She glanced at her brother, wondering if he was beginning to experience tae same kind of glow that she was experiencing.
The hot vinyl car seat and the intimate confidences with her brother were combining to make Kandy feel clammy between the legs. Christ, I hope there isn't a damp patch at the bottom of my shorts, she thought in sudden horror. That would really give Astrid something to bitch about!
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, hop out everyone, here we are, " Ellis said as they pulled up to some large gates with a sign over them "Ronson's Bar R Ranch."
The proprietor, Mort Ronson, dressed in a white cowboy outfit came over to greet them. His outfit right down to white leather chaps was right off a movie set. "I was wondering when you people were going to show up," he said jovially. "Hope you're not too tired from the trip."
"Oh, we're not, are we Timmy?" Kandy piped up. "Can we go riding right away?"
"Why, sure, little lady, if it's all right with your dad," the ranch owner replied, his eyes squinted with lascivious delight as she hung over the side of the corral rails already choosing her mount from several already saddled, the faded denim of her cut-offs riding halfway up her perfectly rounded ass-cheeks to expose twin crescents of pale untanned flesh.
"Maybe the little lady would like the white stallion?" the rancher inquired suggestively.
Kandy blushed in confusion but Astrid spoke up quickly, like a clucking hen guarding her brood.
"Certainly not. Mr. Ronson. They're both novices. You'd better give them two of your quietest horses."
"Fine. Sure thing, ma'am. I'll accompany them to see that nothing happens to them the first time out. My wife will take care of lunch for you and your husband and she can pack up a picnic basket for us. I'll show these two buckaroos the whole spread of the Bar R. Would you like that, kids?" he asked, turning the full laser beams of his rough charm on Kandy, who felt her knees turn to jelly.
The teenager wondered apprehensively just what seeing the whole spread involved and yet this was the kind of situation she had been longing for, obvious sexual interest from a much older man.
"Wow, yeah. We'd love it, wouldn't we, Timmy?" she blurted, quickly bringing her brother to her support.
Astrid and Ellis were totally won over by the ranch owner's heartiness and thanked him for offer of lunch but she said that Ellis wanted to check out the facilities at the nearby town and that they would eat there while the kids were on horseback. So without even unpacking the car Ellis and Astrid set off for the town with the directions given by Mort.
Molly, the ranch owner's wife, plump and motherly wearing a long dress and a full length apron, soon had three delicious individual picnic hampers prepared, then Kandy, Timmy and
Mort, as the big man insisted they call him, were astride their horses and setting off at a brisk trot along a well worn track across a patch of prairie scrub.
They rode for an hour or more at a leisurely pace. It seemed to Kandy an eternity as the sun blazed down and the rhythmic motion of the saddle, pungent with horse sweat beneath her, gradually stimulated her soft virginal pussy which had already been aroused in the car and by the feel of Mort's rough hand tightly clasping her silken-skinned thigh as he eagerly helped her mount. It had happened before at home and she knew it would happen today, especially in the heat, and wearing such crotch-tight pants-deliciously aroused by the movement of the horse. It was such a fantastic feeling it was almost unbearable, the rising itch between the lips of her pussy.
Mort and the two novice riders were ambling along in companionable silence, and Kandy was almost in a daydream trance, the sun on her golden tresses, the steady erotic stimulation of the back and forth, back and forth motion of the saddle between her legs, as well as the awareness of Mort's hot eyes on her young body bringing her sensitively attuned body to unconscious arousal so that, without quite realizing what she was doing, she began to push her hotly throbbing little pussy forward to meet the satisfying pressure of the hard unyielding leather while squeezing her bare thighs tightly against the horse's sides.
Strange tremors started to shoot from her excited clitoris through her belly; black dots began to dance in front of her eyes; she felt faint and more than slightly giddy.
Good Lord! Oh god! I think I'm going to have an orgasm! the aroused youngster suddenly realized as she came back to earth with a jolt, and glanced guiltily at her brother and Mort to see if they had noticed anything peculiar about her style of riding. If they had they were not bothering to look at her or make any comment. Timmy was pestering the man for all kinds of information about the breeding of horses.
Jesus! How boring, Kandy thought lagging behind. I'm a lot more interested in human breeding than some goddamned horses.
Deliberately, she fell further behind, again furtively pressing her tingling clitoris hard against the hypnotically undulating saddle horn.
"Jesus! Oh god! I am cumming!" the teenager whimpered to herself tremulously in the wind, hoping desperately in the middle of her orgasm-whirling mind that the two males in front wouldn't look round as she concentrated to her utmost to keep herself from falling to the ground as the heady waves of exhilarating spasms swept through her sun-drugged body.
The orgasm seemed to go on and on forever as the steady stimulation continued. The feeling was almost too exquisite to bear.
"You doing okay, kid.' You look a little piqued. Would you like to stop now for lunch?" The booming tones of the rancher broke into Kandy's lust-filled mind, shattering her erotic dream-world, his eyes glittering with a mixture of lasciviousness and mockery. He knew damn well that there were few girls over the age of six who wouldn't be aroused seated on a saddle on a hot day.
The overcome blonde suddenly realized that the rancher was fully aware of the state she was in, noticing that he was staring lewdly at the crotch of her ridiculously tiny cut-offs where the worn denim was pressed into her cuntal slit as if drawn into it from her exertions, and there was a dark wet stain from her vaginal juices which were even now oozing warmly from her satiated pussy as an aftermath to her orgasm. She cursed herself for not having worn long slacks and felt like weeping with shame and embarrassment.
Instead, she defiantly shook her golden mane of wild, wind-tossed hair and with an icy look ignored his obvious lechery-although she averted her eyes quickly, she couldn't help noticing that the ranch owner's pants were bulging thickly in a frightening way. It was incidents such as this that worried Kandy. Was she really ready for a grown man or could she only feel comfortable with innocent boys like her brother Timmy? Confused and feeling dreadfully inadequate to cope with such problems she galloped ahead.
Suddenly, they came to what looked like an oasis out in the middle of the prairie. There were some other people there as well, probably also guests of the ranch she guessed. There was a small man-made lake where you could swim and all types of beautifully flowering cacti made an exotic garden effect. There were some shady trees over to one side.
"Last one to the trees is a rotten egg," Timmy yelled, whipping up his horse with hand slaps as he set off at gallop with Kandy hot in pursuit. The exhilaration of racing and the wind streaming through her long hair swept Kandy's mind clean, and by the time they had reached the far side of the tree grove and pulled up under a shady one, breathless and laughing, she was able to put the whole shameful experience out of her head.
CHAPTER THREE
Ellis and Astrid had spent some time having lunch and walking around the small western town looking at some of the small handicraft shops. They drove back to the Bar R as the spectacular sunset stage-lit the sky with streaks of purple blue, gold and fading into shades of deep pink.
A bellboy in cowboy gear in keeping with the atmosphere helped them unpack their car and they went into the foyer to find out their assigned rooms from Molly Ronson. Ellis and Astrid watched as the motherly rancher's face turned a deep shade of red.
She mumbled to herself for a moment and then began to apologize. "I'm terribly sorry. But
I can see how this happened. Oh dear me! When the vouchers for your room reservations came in, the children were listed by initial only. Mort must have assumed they were both boys and he's put them in the same room. We're completely full tonight and we can't change them until the morning."
This information sent Astrid into a state of near apoplexy. "Absolutely unacceptable! You must find accommodation. Do you know who my husband is?"
"Now, now," Ellis said calmly, "Mistakes can happen. If it's okay with the children, I don't see any great hardship if it's only for one night. They've done it before when we've been on trips."
"Where are those kids anyway?" Astrid fumed. "They should have been back by now."
"Calm down, dear," Ellis said quietly, embarrassed by his wife's outburst in front of the kindly proprietor's wife. "We're on vacation.
They don't have to keep strict hours. Look at the gorgeous sunset."
Astrid was at the end of her patience, not merely because of what she thought of as Ellis's patronizing attitude and the thoughtlessness of his spoiled children. Although it had not been obvious to anyone, she had been just as excited as Kandy and Timmy had been at the prospect of a day's freedom, being able to have Ellis's individual attention so that he might take some notice of her, to make him happy that he had married her. She had even put a rinse through her hair to bring out the reddish highlights and worn a low cut sundress to show off her generous full-breasted cleavage. The poor frustrated woman had kept her love bottled up so long before she met Ellis that now she suffered from an inability to release it and express herself as a responsive loving woman. Since they had been married he had been so accustomed to her excuses for not wanting to make love that he barely bothered now. And here she felt she had gone out of her way today to show him she desired him and he didn't even notice. When he looked at her with that kindly but impersonal gaze which didn't acknowledge her as a passionate woman, it just ate her up inside.
Both their tempers were fraying a bit as the three riders entered the corral to unsaddle their tired horses.
"Hey, I didn't know there was any hurry," Mort apologized. "Chow time isn't for an hour yet. You folks will have to relax at the Bar R. That's what we're here for, to gey away from the hustle-bustle of the city."
No mention was made of the sleeping arrangements until after dinner. They had a spectacular feast in a small private dining room of their own. All the rooms had their own private suites at the Bar R since many of the guests did not want to be bothered and in fact many of the guests were with friends other than their spouses.
It wasn't until after the large dinner which was washed down by California wine grown by Mort's brother in Napa that the sleeping situation arose once again and immediately Astrid was on the defensive again.
The two teenagers hadn't known about the mix-up until this time and Kandy shrugged her shoulders and said that it was no big deal. She and Timmy had often shared a room.
Astrid's worry was based on a kind of puritan jealousy, feeling instinctively that there was a covert sexual understanding between the sister and brother.
"Perhaps Timmy should sleep with his father and I should sleep with you, Kandy," she offered.
"Are you kidding? I'll sleep in the stable before I'll sleep with you," Kandy replied, enjoying the expression on her stepmother's face and pleased that her father smiled a little at her sultry insolence.
Astrid pushed Ellis into their bedroom and shut the door on his children. "Wake up, Ellis," she rasped, "get out of your little dream-world. There's something going on with those kids of yours, and it's something unnatural and unhealthy!"
Slowly, incredulously Ellis turned around his eyes opening wide as this strange statement wound him out of his wine-induced lethargy.
"Bullshit" was all he could think of as a suitable reply. He had noticed that tonight his usually prudish wife had undone the front of her dress even lower to reveal practically the entire nicely formed, tongue-enticing erection-provoking breasts. If he wasn't sure that she'd beg off with one of her headaches, he'd try and fuck her tits' Obviously, he decided, she was now taking it out on his two innocent kids because she was so frustrated and didn't even know it. Kandy and Timmy? how absurd, he thought to himself as he opened the bedroom door. Why had he let himself think Astrid would make a good mother for his children?
"Okay, you guys ... Go to bed after you finish your coffee and don't keep the whole place awake giggling and laughing all night, either," he said with mock sternness. "Timmy go up to bed and undress in private. I'm sure that's how your stepmother wants it. We must be modest." He glared at Astrid, defying her silently to override' his authority, then softened when he noticed her hurt expression.
Timmy gulped down the strong ranch coffee, said goodnight to everyone and went upstairs, looking back over his shoulder at Kandy, hoping to entice her to bed early. It had been quite a while since they had shared a bed. It would be fun, he thought innocently, yet less innocently, he felt a glow of excitement and a pulsating in his young loins like the time Marcie Kingsford had grabbed his cock when they swam together in her swimming pool after school.
The fourteen year old boy did not have to wait long for his luscious sister. Having taken off his shirt and jeans, he was climbing out of his jockey shorts when she unexpectedly opened the bedroom door and walked in.
"Hey, cool it, Kandy," the adolescent boy yelped, making a flying leap into the gigantic, double bed, feeling acutely embarrassed and pulling on his pajamas under the bed covers.
His sister laughed mischievously, watching his bare buttocks flying into the air as he made his leap.
"Since when are you so modest in front of me?" she asked, one hand thrust coquettishly on her hip. She had eavesdropped outside the door when her stepmother had closeted her father for their talk and had heard the old bag's suspicions. If only she knew!
"I'm not," Timmy stammered, pleased that she could not see his embarrassed blushes and tease him all the more.
"All right, I'm going to switch off the light while I get undressed and you can close your eyes so you can take your head from under the blankets."
Kandy realized the full moon flooded the room with light and she was almost certain her infatuated brother would keep his eyes wide open. She also decided to lock the door leading to the corridor, not trusting the lecherous expression she had observed in Mort's face when she said goodnight to him. But she left unlocked the connecting door to her father's room.
Savoring the shiver of illicit pleasure that tingled down her spine, the sixteen year old blonde beauty shed her few clothes slowly and lingeringly, imagining herself doing a striptease to a room full of admiring men. Her orgasm atop the horse had heightened her sexual awareness of her body and she enjoyed teasing her poor innocent brother, and from the corner of her eye, she saw that he was looking at her.
From the large bed in the shadows, Timmy watched her taunting performance, wondering how he could possibly get a wink of sleep all night, lying next to the girl of his wet dreams.
Christ Almighty. Doesn't she know what she's doing to me? The excitedly flushed youth forgot that he was not supposed to be watching, that his eyes should have been tightly shut, and when he did remember, he hoped she had been stripping like that just for him.
In spite of his best efforts to control himself, his eager young cock had jerked up into rigid hardness at the sight of his luscious sister standing naked in the moonlight, the velvety softness of her perfectly shaped breasts crowned by hard jelly-bean like nipples, causing his throat to constrict and his mouth to go dry with frantic desire to touch each breast, to run his fingers over the erect, pretty nipples with their tiny background circles. The clear air allowed the moonbeams to shine over her like searchlights, and he could clearly see every part of her body that she exposed.
Surreptitiously, he grabbed hold of his pulsating, jerking cock to stop it sticking pole-like under the bed clothes and making a little tent that would give him away. Jesus, he thought pleasurably and he was now suspicious that she was well aware that he was looking at her nakedness. She sure was taking a long time to find her nightgown in her suitcase, a long time bending over in that position and giving him a good eyeful of her unbelievably gorgeous ass-cheeks and slit! He could see her ass-hole! His cock tingled with the need to cum, forcing him to close his eyes for a moment and grit his teeth. His swollen fleshy rod was already wet around the head. If she turned on the light she would see that the sheet was damp!
Kandy could hear her brother's breathing. It was louder, exhaled in short gasps. She wondered if he was having an orgasm.
"I'll really give him something to think about," she said to herself, reveling in her wickedness, and turning to face him full on, she raised her arms over her head to slowly slip the lacy nightie over her head.
Timmy gasped aloud, not caring that she would know he was watching her, his shocked young eyes moving down over her curvaceous loveliness to stare fixedly at her pussy, at its tantalizingly sexy, curly cunt hair, just like pictures one of his friends took from his father's desk.
The nightgown hung around her shoulders for long, delicious moments, and she took time to shake out her long golden tresses before pulling the lace cloth slowly down over her breasts, down over her flat belly and finally the bottom edge nearly but not quite hid from his view the glorious triangle of pubic hair.
The boy moaned aloud, unable to contain himself, knowing that any minute he would cream in his pajamas. And he didn't care if she knew how he felt, that he had stared at every part of her naked body.
"Wow, Kandy, you're so foxy," he whispered.
His conceited young sister was about to reply in a teasing way when there was a soft knock on the locked door, startling them both.
"You kids all right?" The voice of Mort Ronson came through the thick wooden door, "Need old Mort to bring you anything?" he went on in a hoarse whisper.
As Kandy watched the door handle turn and heard the big rancher grunt as he tried to push open the locked door, she imagined him standing outside with a terrifyingly huge penis in his hands ready to rape her.
"We're fine ... goodnight Mort," she said firmly.
Defeated, Mort padded off down the hallway and Kandy breathed a sigh of relief but said to Timmy: "God, I thought the horny old bastard was going to break in."
Giggling when Timmy slowly breathed out his pent-up breath, Kandy skipped across the floor and into bed in one swift, fluid movement, catching her brother unawares. He had moved to one side of the big bed and was lying stiffly with embarrassment although his penis had lost some of its urgent rigidity.
Looking across the bed the aroused girl sought the little tent shape she had noticed earlier but Timmy had drawn up his knees. She couldn't tell whether he had an erection or not although she suspected he did. She wanted to feel it with her fingers; she wanted to touch his body with her own, but though they were intimately in bed together, they were dressed in night gear.
"Wow, it's really hot in here. Aren't you boiling, Timmy?"
"Yeah, I guess so." The air conditioner was on he knew and she couldn't be that hot in a lace nightgown. But he knew instinctively it was a part of some game she was concocting.
"I'm going to take this nightgown off. Don't look when I get up. Why don't you take your pj's off too."
Kandy got out of bed and took just as long removing the nightie as she had putting it on. Then, when she was stark naked, she went to the window where the strongest light shone through to give her brother another thrilling look at her, hoping the sight of her body would make him insanely aroused. She wanted to experience being with a man-even her fourteen year old brother-totally naked.
The mere thought of it had aroused her young pussy to a state of juicy expectation, her clitoris had risen between her soft cuntal lips itching to be caressed-or licked, as she knew men did-real men. Mort would probably want .to lick her pussy-the idea was titillating, but his coarseness frightened her.
While her little brother watched, she slowly caressed her breasts and slid her hand down her youthfully rounded thighs and over her high round buttocks. She was toying with the lewdly pleasing thought that she might ask Timmy to lick her cunt, and was about to give herself a little finger-fucking-to shock the boy even more-when she saw a movement near the bush outside the window. Stiffening with shock and stifling a scream the naked young virgin saw that Mort was standing there, his beady eyes riveted on the window where she stood.
The immobilizing tenseness subsided from her body and in a couple of bounds she was. back in the large bed, fearfully clinging to her naked brother who thought for a moment that she was going to attack him.
"Mort's out there," she whispered, transmitting to him her fear. "He's doing a peeping Tom number through the window."
"Is he still there?" Tim whispered back.
"I hope not." Kandy had flung one naked leg over his body, her furry pussy clamped hard against his thigh. He could feel its strange wetness, and too, he felt her warm soft breasts pressing into his chest. He gasped as he felt her knee move higher up his thigh until it touched his manly throbbing cock.
The two siblings lay still for a few moments, then she whispered, "Timmy?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have a hard-on?" She knew damn well he did: It felt hard and soft at the same time. It was wonderful, warm and thrilling against her knee. She slowly moved her leg little by little up his tense body until her knee was pressing his juice-exuding cock flat against his belly.
"Do you mind?" he whispered, putting his arm around his sister's shoulders so he could snuggle her breasts closer against his bare chest.
"No," she replied, lewdly pressing her pussy harder against his thigh. "Can you sleep like this? I'm really comfortable."
"You think Mort's still outside?"
Kandy held her brother close. "I'll bet he is," she answered, to give them both an excuse to keep their naked bodies clinging together as he hoped she would.
Silently, the virginal brother and sister moved their bodies together, in slow, very slow rhythmical movements, the soft inner part of her knee rubbing his throbbing young cock as he ground his buttocks on the mattress and her pussy moving satisfyingly against his thigh. They moved under the sheet surreptitiously, as if Mort really was at the window peering in, and neither spoke in case they had to admit to performing an incestuous sexual act.
They both knew that what they were doing was wrong, very wrong, but they were at the mercy of their desire-filled young naked bodies, heated with lust, aroused beyond self-control. Yet they knew the limits to which even they, spoiled and precocious as they were, could go in their sexual exploration and they denied themselves the natural satisfaction of kissing each other on the mouth which Kandy especially had an almost overwhelming desire to do.
She decided that it would be a little too risky to ask Timmy to lick her cunt, let alone bite her clitoris; that would really freak him out. When the aroused girl felt her young brother's body tensing up and heard his breath gasp from his throat, she knew that he would not be too shocked if she helped to cum with her hand, so she pushed her leg down and wantonly gripped the throbbing member.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he gasped in surprised rapture as his darling sister actually held his cock and started to pump her hand up and down. Soon he was jerking his taut buttocks up and down, her pussy tighter against his thighs which were moist from her cuntal juices.
It was out of sight! He couldn't contain himself any longer. As his sister's hand rubbed up and down the hot stiff, slightly sticky shaft a few more strokes he grunted and moaned.
"Shit, Kandy, don't stop now," he suddenly gasped when Kandy removed her hand momentarily pulling his thigh between her legs. His frantic warning brought her hand quickly back to enticingly massage the hardened shaft of his penis.
"Cool it, Tim. Not so loud you'll wake Dad and Astrid," she whispered and the agonized youth lowered his moaning voice as, in divine ecstasy he jerked his writhing buttocks, shooting his sperm high up over his belly, the hot dribbles splashing over his chest and his sister's breasts as he shot his load.
Then the fourteen year old boy collapsed back on the bed, hoping his fabulous sister would not be grossed out by what he had done. He almost wept with joy when she reassuringly kissed his lips gently, caressed his slackening penis and held his soft down-covered balls in her palm. When he tried to say something she hushed him, whispering that now it was her turn.
She took his hand and guided it down over her belly, touching her navel, down until he felt the sparse hairs of her curly cuntal fringe, a little farther on to the warm moist lips of her cunt.
For an instant, he was petrified. He had never touched a girl's cunt before. And when she ground her loins up to his fingers he felt as though his hand was on fire. He actually had his lovely sister's pussy in his hand and she had put it there. He supposed she wanted him to put his finger inside her, and in trying to, he clumsily irritated her instead.
The kid's hopeless, Kandy thought impatiently, so highly aroused from the erotic experience of pumping her brother until he came that she was too impatient to teach him how to do it for her. He would have to have lessons some other time. She rolled over on her belly to finger herself stimulating her pussy with rapid movements around her clitoris, her legs apart, toes curled back as she pressed her pelvis into the bed.
Inquisitively, Timmy threw back the sheet to watch his sister's naked back and buttocks, her long, shapely legs and her soft wavy hair, her body moving erotically on the bed with her hand on her pussy. Wow! What was she doing? The innocent youth had never realized that a girl could give herself pleasure like that, could do the same thing boys do.
Naively, he thought girls only enjoyed sex if they were fucked by a man's cock right inside their cunt. As he stared fascinated by the strangely beautiful sight of his young, golden-haired sister writhing over her hand, and he watched the darting finger flicking away at her pussy whenever she raised her buttocks, he forgot all his embarrassed feeling about cumming, all over himself and her breasts and messing up the sheets.
He felt his cock begin to grow hard again. He would like her to suck his cock like he'd seen a woman do in some dirty pictures once but he knew that would certainly shock her. After all, he told himself, Kandy was still a virgin.
But he had to do something with her. Shit, he was all worked up and there she was, foxy as hell. I wish I could fuck you my lovely sister. Really fuck you. He almost came again with the very thought of her letting him do it, properly. She seemed to know so much more about sex than he did but he wanted to learn and fast.
He stretched out beside her to press his body against hers but she impatiently elbowed him away. He got the message. She didn't want to be touched while she was doing whatever it was with her finger in her cunt. He hoped she would tell him all about it, and how terrific it must be. While he watched the nude figure of his sister he saw her buttocks grow taut, and then her body began to shake, her finger rubbing quicker and quicker over the same spot, apparently. And then she began to gasp the way he did when he shot his wad.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... yes ... I'm cumming..." she hoarsely whispered into the pillow where her face was buried.
He saw the sweat formed at the top of her buttocks crease and couldn't restrain himself from caressing the lovely soft moons of firm silken skin. This time she allowed him to touch her, if fact she seemed to welcome his hand.
"Timmy, I'm going to sleep now but you can do what you want. Just don't wake up Dad and that old battle-axe. With a long sigh the satiated girl turned her head away, her arms drooped by her side, her body relaxed and her legs slack and apart.
What does she mean I can do what I want the confused youth wondered? She hadn't moved so she obviously wanted to sleep where she was, in that position. He squatted beside her until he heard her breathing deeply and regularly. Meanwhile, he continued to feel over mouth-watering ass-cheeks.
"Kandy, are you awake?" he whispered and when she made no reply he eased his body over hers, sinking the length" of his hotly throbbing prick along the deep trough of her ass crease which felt warm, soft and moist with sweat. He trembled nervously, fully aware ,that what he was doing could bring the wrath of his father crashing round his head, and if Kandy were awake she would never speak to him again, he was certain. But, shit, he excused himself, I can't help it. I want to lie on top of her and put my cock in her and fuck her.
One day she would tell him that she was completely conscious the whole time. She wanted him to do that to her buttocks and breathed deeply simply to pretend she was asleep. Kandy would have liked her kid brother to have fucked her right up the cunt, but she was saving herself for someone special. She was not going to waste her cherry on her fourteen year old brother. But let him get some sexual experience. She loved it! What harm could it do to anyone, as long as they didn't go the whole way?
She used all her willpower to resist an urge to raise her buttocks up to meet the flat pressure of his long cock. She was amazed that a kid of fourteen should have such a big prick, so hot and hard-without taking into account that her experience with penises was very limited despite her sophisticated airs put on for her younger brother's benefit.
So Kandy played possum reveling in the lasciviously tender way the boy as she thought of him-gently carried most of his weight on his elbows and pressed down hard where it mattered, along the now wet crease of her ass-cheeks. She licked her dry lips as she thought of that fleshy rod working away at her so very close to her juicy cunt ... if only . ...
Timmy grunted as he experienced for the first time the heat of soft feminine flesh in close, moist contact with his sliding cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable and he knew he could have orgasm after orgasm if only he didn't have to worry so much about awakening her, or being caught in the act by his father or stepmother. His lovely sister, he thought, must have really exhausted herself when she came. She slept so soundly even when he felt her whole body move as he shoved his adolescent cock forward along the crease over her anus.
For the second time that night, within the space of about half an hour, Timmy's young balls exploded their hot squirts of semen on his sister's naked body. He couldn't control it any longer and knew that if he didn't shoot out the stuff he would have a pain all night in his gut. He had tried hard to stop himself by lifting himself off her but when he looked down and saw the tempting buttocks with their puckered center he slapped his rod down quickly and thrust rapidly, his eyes closed, his hands digging into the bed to wildly hold Kandy's young breasts while his body shook with his orgasm, filling her soft, ass-cheek crease with his spurting, creamy fluid.
Even during his final wild spasm the blonde-haired sister did not give any indication of being awake but kept her erotic feelings to herself. Later, when the spent youth fell asleep, she turned around on the bed to cuddle up to him, their naked bodies intertwined.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I knew it. I just knew it," screeched Astrid as she opened the adjoining doors. "Depraved. I knew the relationship should be looked into. I've never seen anything so disgusting." She gazed with rising hysteria at her two step-children as the bright dazzling sunlight played on their naked, entwined bodies.
In a screech which sounded like it emanated from the mouth of a mynah bird rather than a human being she screamed for Ellis but he was at the other end of the Bar R looking for a small space where he could set up an office to work on his article on the Bar R. But if Ellis didn't hear it he was practically the only one. Several of the bell boys came racing down the hall and
Molly Ronson concern written all over her kindly countenance came running too wondering what earth shattering event had taken place in the usual peaceful surroundings.
Kandy and Timmy were sitting bolt upright in the bed even more terrified by Astrid's abnormally hysterical behavior than by being caught in the act. They could hear scurrying footsteps up and down the hallway as the people in the hotel wondered what the fuss was about.
Ignoring both of them, their stepmother walked over to the double which she silently examined, then stalked out of the room muttering to herself.
Timmy's beardless face was almost as scarlet as that of the enraged woman. He averted his eyes to avoid Kandy's and she did the same.
The two years in age that Kandy had on Timmy gave her just that much more confidence that enabled her to take the matter more calmly. She was not as embarrassed about the events of the night which seemed to be frightening Timmy, but she knew" he would not want to talk about the situation with her for a long time. He left her brushing her hair and fled down the hall to try and locate his father. He wanted to get in his side before Astrid found him.
"Well, pardner, have a good night's shut-eye," Mort boomed out at the boy, grabbing him by the arm and leading him into the dining room. "Get mighty hungry out here on the range so get your tail in here and get some of these healthy vittles into you. Your dad will be here in a minute."
Finally, Astrid came in and sat down and Ellis wandered in still unaware of the commotion. Kandy was the last down after a quick shower to wash the dried cum from her ass-cheeks and try to cover up the soiled bed clothes.
Ellis barely glanced at his wife. In truth, he was wondering whether this trip was going to be the end of their marriage. She just didn't seem to fit in with his easy going family. The writer was totally oblivious to her bulging enraged eyes and twitching jaw. Kandy did and did her best to ignore it and so did Timmy by averting his eyes.
Astrid held her tongue until they were served and the waiter had departed and they were alone in their little dining alcove.
"Ellis I have a matter of gravest urgency to discuss with you about the children."
"Listen Astrid, just stop calling us children, I'm really getting sick and tired of it," Kandy spat out angrily trusting in attack as being the best method of defense.
"I am fully aware of the fact that you are out of diapers. However, I feel that you are both irresponsible and spoiled."
At this point the usually placid Ellis spoke out. "You're overstepping your mark this time, Astrid. I don't want you speaking about my kids in that manner. You've had something against these kids from the beginning and I've had it with your nagging. I think perhaps the best thing you can do is pack your bags and leave." Ellis slapped his hand down on the breakfast table in an uncharacteristic display of temper.
"There's something I want you to know about your precious children. For your information they slept together stark naked!"
Astrid's voice was rising to a screech again and the children glanced around the dining room to see if they were attracting any attention.
"Do you have the newspaper on your side of the booth, angel?" he asked his daughter winking at her to show her that he didn't care what Astrid had to say about them. This woman was a damned neurotic. What had ever possessed him to think she was anything else?
"I felt the sheets and they were wet," Astrid was almost shrieking.
"God, this Lebanese situation is really terrible. I remember doing a series of articles on some of those plush resorts a couple of years ago. Damned shame! I would have liked to take you kids there sometime." That woman was really crazy. So it was a warm night. The kids after that active afternoon out with the horses were sweating. She was too much.
Kandy wriggled her hand under the table cloth over her young brother's and gripped it with pressure. She waited for their stepmother to openly accuse them of making love.
Silence reigned. Astrid sat with quivering lip, the uptilted angle of her head suggesting a deep hurt inside her and Ellis continued whipping through the local paper. They had won this round, Kandy thought. Astrid had overplayed her hand thinking she had more pull with their father than his children and she lost. She felt like kissing her brother right on the mouth and sticking her tongue down his throat but compromised by edging over in the booth so that their thighs rubbed together.
Timmy looked at Kandy adoringly. He loved her more than ever for not breaking down under pressure and for standing up.to that old bitch, Astrid. He hoped his father would divorce her as soon as they got home. The boy still felt a slight feeling of guilt for the dirty act he had perpetrated on his sister last night while she was asleep. Surely, she must have noticed something. There was cum all over her ass-cheeks and in the crack and everywhere. Just the thought of it sent blood pounding down to his cock which slowly stiffened from a bent position under his tight jeans, forcing him to move uneasily in his seat and release his trapped cock to one side so that he could cover it with his hand. Shit! How embarrassing that he had no control over his cock.
Astrid was in a state of shock by Ellis's apparent dismissal of her but she resolved to let it just blow over. Ellis was a complete fool and his children were nothing but a pair of spoiled, depraved monsters but she still was willing to give it another try. She didn't want to lose this man. She wasn't likely to find another like him.
* * *
"Dad, Tim and I are going to take the horses out and go for a ride," Kandy said giving her father a quick peck on the cheek.
"Okay, darling, but be careful and don't come back too late. It gets pretty hot out there and I don't want you coming down with sunstroke."
"We won't Dad," Kandy said without a backward glance at Astrid.
Brother and sister rode at a fast clip, the wind streaming through their hair as if to exorcise the events of the morning from their mind. They rode along the trail to the treed grove where Mort Ronson had taken them the previous day. As they rode up they saw a mixed group of young guys and girls around their own age.
"Hey, some fresh talent," a long-haired boy announced as they rode up.
Glad to see some kids their own age Kandy and Tim dismounted and led the horses over to the water trough and joined the group. "Ron," a handsome youth said sticking out his hand, "glad to see a new face around the old ranchero." The long-haired youth had casually taken in Kandy's figure while he spoke, noting her firmly budding breasts and the way her jeans tucked tightly into her crotch as if she wanted permanent pressure over her clitoris. He waved his arm at his friends and simply said, "These are some of the guys I hang out with," he said indicating everyone.
Kandy said "hi" and introduced herself and Timmy, explaining thay they had arrived the previous day with their father and stepmother and that so far they had only seen a bunch of old fogeys about the place. She looked over the group and saw that although they were all dressed in western gear it was chic, very expensive, hand-made boots and clothing. She had to admit that she liked Ron's looks. He seemed to be the leader of this gang and she welcomed his lewd scrutiny of her body.
"Tomorrow night we're having a little party at dad's hunting lodge. You two want to come?" He looked at Kandy in a suggestive manner as if he were not discussing any ordinary party.
"It sounds terrific" she answered quickly but feeling a bit out of her depth nevertheless. "Timmy and I were hoping to find some people our own age."
"You're welcome if you can dig it," Ron said. "How about it Tim, think your parents will give you the okay?"
Timmy, already feeling twinges of jealousy over his sister being so blatantly sexy and encouraging the handsome cowboy, said he was sure it would be all right.
"What do you think, Sissy?" Ron addressed a beautiful young brunette, barefooted and dressed in a see-through western cut blouse opaquely exhibiting pink nipples which had fascinated Timmy ever since he first caught sight of her.
Sissy looked over at Kandy. "I didn't know you were still going in for virgins," and added, when she saw Kandy's eyes flash with temper, "maybe it will be amusing." She giggled "I'm just teasing. My brother and I would love to have you. We don't get much new meat out here one the range."
Kandy was of two minds about Sissy. She sounded a little too sarcastic, Kandy decided and was apparently very possessive of her brother. It made Kandy more determined than ever to accept the invitation. She hoped Astrid wouldn't interfere. Her father was usually quite lenient about letting them go out and she gauged that he would probably be anxious to make amends for Astrid's embarrassing behavior this morning.
"Come on, Kandy, it's getting late," Tim said noting that the sun was starting to sink and regretfully taking a last lingering look at Sissy's body showing through the see-through shirt.
"Are you going to be here tomorrow?" Kandy asked, giving Ron what she hoped was an appealing look.
"Sure thing. Hope you can make it," Ron answered kissing her on the cheek. "Well be waiting for you."
CHAPTER FIVE
As Kandy expected Ellis was not too difficult to convince that a party was just what she and Timmy needed. He seemed especially reassured that it was going to be held at the lodge of Lawrence Fenwick, Ron's father. Ellis had read of Mr. Fenwick who was a noted big-game hunter and a fabulously wealthy oilman. He told the excited teenagers not to be too late and to have a good time. Surprisingly, Astrid did not utter a word and Kandy guessed that since the blowup at breakfast time she was not too anxious to cause anymore friction with the already unsympathetic Ellis.
Instead of taking the horses, one of the stable hands drove the youngsters to the meeting point in one of the jeeps of the Bar R. It seemed to Kandy that he gave her a knowing smirk when she told him where they were going. Probably just jealous that he works around all these rich people but never gets to socialize with them, she thought.
Ron was there with the rest of his friends, though they were on the point of leaving when the stable hand dropped Kandy and Timmy at the turnoff from the main trail. None of the kids were wearing western gear today but seemed to be garbed in outrageous party clothes.
When Ron's pretty sister, Sissy, came up to greet them and kissed them both on the mouth Kandy jumped back at the unexpected intimacy of her welcome. What is she, some kind of a dyke the confused virgin wondered; but then she kissed Timmy, too-perhaps she was just very affectionate by nature, Kandy decided.
"Hi ... I'm sure glad you could make it. We were beginning to think that daddy wasn't going to let you out," the brunette said enthusiastically.
"No problem," Kandy said a trifle defiantly and as she spoke Kandy noticed somewhat disconcertingly that the brunette was naked beneath her long, flimy dress. The young blonde thought it strange that she should be out here in broad daylight in such a getup.
Someone produced a large flask from the trunk of the longest black Cadillac that Kandy Timmy had ever seen. It looked like it was about two blocks long and the hood ornament was a pair of giant gold steer horns. Timmy whistled under his breath as he checked out the car. Must be a specially built job costing about twenty-five thousand at least, he gauged in awe.
Two glasses came out of the bar in the back seat and Kandy and Timmy found themselves with full glasses of amber colored liquid in them.
"Good whiskey, father has it sent over from Scotland," Ron said. "It sure kept us warm here last night."
"Last night? You mean you slept out here last night?"
"Yeah, we had an orgy here by the campfire," Ron answered catching the gleam of excitement mixed with embarrassment in her eyes as she spoke.
"An o-orgy ... uh ... aren't they usually naked ... I mean...." The poor girl was mmmmmmmm explained that the exercise kept them warm.
"Wow," Timmy exclaimed completely amazed by the casual way these people discussed sex.
Feeling strangely thirsty, Kandy had drained her glass of the aged mellow scotch and was beginning to feel light-headed, although she put this down to the mood of the bright and attractive group of young people, and the fact that she and Timmy had finally escaped from their bitch stepmother. Timmy, she saw, was giggling stupidly at Sissy and when it was suggested that it was time to go over to meet Ron and Sissy's father, the entranced teenaged boy automatically followed the voluptuous brunette girl into the back seat of the enormous black Cadillac.
"No, no, baby, you get in the front, Timmy," Sissy pushed him gently away. "Ron and I need all the rear seat to ourselves, so you sit in front with your sister and Jacky. Jacky loves driving and keeps his eyes on the road. I hope you don't mind, Kandy." Sissy could see the expression of disappointment of the young girl's face when she was excluded from the enormous rear part of the car. All the windows were of smoked glass and there was a smoked-glass partition between the driver's seat and the rear which could give the occupants in back total privacy from the chauffeur when it was closed.
Kandy gingerly carried the remains of her drink, which had been refilled almost before she knew it, into the front seat and looked back at Ron reclining nonchalantly against the plush cushions with his beautiful sister nestled by his side, a lascivious smile on her lips. Why did he have to sit with his sister anyway?
Ron pressed a button at his side and slowly the smoked glass partition rose, cutting Kandy off from her two new-found friends. She felt like a child pressing her face to a candy-store window as she peered dimly through the glass, but the scene which met her eyes soon chased all innocent thoughts out of her mind. What in the world was going on? They were supposed to be brother and sister, weren't they-brothers and sisters don't kiss each other passionately on the lips! Dear god, that crazy Sissy was fumbling with her brother's fly-she was taking his hardening cock out and rubbing it! Shocked to the very core of her being, Kandy swiveled her ears steadfastly to the front-she wasn't going to watch their incestuous exhibition. She glanced at Jacky to see if he was aware of what was happening in the back of the car-if he was, his face was absolutely expressionless.
"You guys all set?" Jacky called out to the others piling into the Cadillac white convertible parked alongside. They waved and Timmy leaned out the window to wave back, wondering why his head was spinning.
"I don't feel too good, Kandy," he mumbled thickly to his sister sitting beside him, in the middle. "I think I'm going to pass out."
Must be the scotch, Kandy thought to herself, and for a few seconds unreasoning panic swept over her and she suddenly wondered if she had been right to trust these rich, decadent people. But no, they were so friendly and gentle they couldn't be evil. This was an adventure and there was Ron-she found him one of the most sexually exciting men she had ever met-not realizing that it was the liquor she was consuming which was influencing her and producing this lightheadedness and the sudden heat between her legs. Her clitoris had begun to pulsate and throb maddeningly, aching for satisfaction.
She was starting to get worried about Timmy though, and she turned to the dividing glass to ask Ron to open the window, mouthing the words silently against the glass and pointing at Timmy whose head was lolling on his chest. No reaction from the sensuously writhing couple in back so she decided to try Jacky.
"Can you open the window, Jacky? I don't think Timmy's feeling well, in fact I think he's either drunk or sick."
"I think your baby brother can look after himself. Besides, I don't want to interrupt Ron and Sissy in the back when they're fucking."
Kandy stared at him unbelievingly. Was this guy insane-that was incestuous-not for a second thinking of the feelings she had for her own brother.
Suddenly, Jacky pushed on a speaker in the dashboard. "We've got a junior voyeur up here, Ronnie boy." The horrified Kandy heard Jacky say into the speaker.
"Cool with me man, I'll turn on the light so she doesn't miss a trick."
"No," Kandy protested. "I just wanted to tell you about my brother, he's sick and passed out...." Her voice trailed off as she peered into the rear where two recessed lights gave sufficient illumination for her to see both Ron and his sister, Sissy, stark naked! Kandy turned her head away with a jolt, a hot flush of embarrassment reddening her cheeks. When Jacky glanced at her, his lips curled in a sneering smirk; the young blonde virgin girl felt both angry and confused that he obviously considered her prudish and inexperienced. Both qualities she equated with her nagging stepmother.
Then she heard Ron's voice through the speaker; "If this trip is a little too heavy for you, Kandy, maybe we should let you out and you can get one of the hands to pick you up and take you back to daddy at the Bar R." The nasty suggestion was followed by unintelligible mumbling, then Sissy's voice came over loud and clear, "oh, Ron, hurry, eat my cunt, go down on me. . . !
Kandy was in a quandary. A small voice at the back of her brain told her she should order them to stop the car at a phone booth and she'd call the Bar R and get them to come and pick her up inventing some excuse about the party being cancelled. But on the other hand her pussy was pulsating even more maddeningly as it never had done before, she just didn't know what had come over her.
Then she made her decision. I'll show them I'm no prude-they can do whatever they like even if they are brother and sister. Suddenly, the memory of her naked night with her own brother flooded back to her, the unbidden thought of his young penis quickly increasing the tingling thrills in her wetly hot cunt so that she wriggled her thighs together to exert pressure from her tight jeans on her now fully aroused clitoris.
The drunk teenaged virgin brushed her long blonde curls back from her face and turned her head to sneak a surreptitious look through the glass.
Ron was kneeling on the thick carpet, his back to the watching Kandy and his sister lay stretched out in total abandon on the back seat, her hands gripping the long hair at the back of his head buried between her wantonly out-spread thighs. From the movement of Ron's head it was obvious that the handsome teenager, the muscles of his lean back flexing all the way down to his taut buttocks, was blatantly engaged in licking his own sister's cunt while his hands caressed and gripped her full satiny white breasts, powerfully kneading the moon-like globes and flicking his fingers over the sharply protruding rose pink nipples.
The lust-inflamed Sissy, rolled her head from side to side in slow movements of ecstasy, saw the smoky image of the face pressed against the glass peering at them, so she lifted a hand from Ron's bobbing head, placed her fingers to her sensuous lips and blew Kandy a kiss.
The sixteen year old blonde trembled with a sudden surge of desire mixed with jealousy. She had only toyed with the idea of being fucked by Ron and losing her virginity to him, but now, strangely stirred by the effects of the alcohol she was instinctively challenged by the sexual success his own sister was having over him. Almost in tears with frustration and the uncontrollable hot itch in her pussy, Kandy turned her head away.
She heard Jacky's voice speaking on the intercom, continuing his childish game of chauffeur.
"Hey, Ronnie, our little blonde friend wants a ringside seat." Jacky, who usually preferred cars to girls, was aroused by the almost tangible desire emanating from the hot little blonde sitting on the seat beside him, and he took one hand from the steering wheel of the speeding car to roughly paw at Kandy's heaving breasts under her thin silk shirt.
She shrugged him away abruptly with a gesture of annoyance, he added, wryly "You've gotta get her a better seat, Ronnie."
The frustrated girl had considered Jacky as a possible solution to ease her inflamed cunt, but she itched for Ron-and besides she didn't want Jacky driving off the road.
"That's cool," she heard Sissy's voice come through the speaker, followed by Ron's voice calling out, "Yeah, do it, man, pull over. You want to get in back with us, Kandy?"
The teenaged virgin wondered if she really should, and what would Timmy say if he saw?
What would the others think of her? Oh dear god, she wanted to be naked with Ron alone, not to be just an onlooker. Jacky decided the matter for her as he power braked the black Cadillac to a screaming halt.
"All right, do it," he said with an angry note in his voice, "otherwise you and your brother can piss off and go home like good little kids to daddy ... We don't need any children around here."
Children! That did it! Kandy decided there wouldn't be any harm in sitting with the incestuous lovers in back. She saw herself as being sanely objective, while her body ached to be close to them-both of them, naked and beautiful.
"Watch Timmy, please Jacky ... He's pretty out of it." She saw the dividing window slide silently down and Jacky helped her climb over the front seat into the spacious rear seat area, scented with heavy perfume, a thick mink rug on the floor, mirrors recessed in the ceiling and corners on either side of the smoked grass rear window and a well-stocked cocktail cabinet.
The blonde girl jumped when she felt Jacky's finger press hard into the crotch of her jeans as he helped her over, thinking with embarrassment that he would have felt the hot wetness between her thighs. Her eyes stared hypnotized at the magnetic sight of Ron's stiffly erected penis which was being lovingly stroked by the elegant long fingers of his sister, even as he moved about helping her to get comfortable. And Sissy was uninhibitedly fingering herself with her other hand.
"I suppose you know you're interrupting something beautiful between my brother and me," Sissy said, a lascivious smile playing about her sensuous mouth. Kandy gazed half-alarmed, half-attracted at the brunette whose eyes were slightly glazed wondering if it was the dim lighting which gave her that slightly demented expression.
God above, what have I walked into the inexperienced young blonde wondered. But the fire burning in her cunt overrode any last prickings of conscience, as Sissy threw her long arms around Ron and pulled him down over her outstretched body. "I was nearly ready to cum," she said, clamping her open mouth over her brother's while guiding his wetly glistening penis into her lividly inflamed cunt excited by her feverish fingering. The lust-crazed brunette ground her hips up to greet her brother's rampaging cock as if wanting to devour it whole. Kandy could see her scarlet slit spread wide as Ron shoved the whole of his swollen rod up into Sissy's vaginal depths with a groan of satisfaction.
Horrified and yet fascinated by the scene of lewd incestuous debauchery, the unnaturally aroused girl could only watch goggle-eyed as Sissy threw her long white legs around Ron's pumping buttocks, mewling with uncontrollable pleasure that Kandy had only dimly thought of attempting with her won beloved brother.
"Oooooohhhhhh Ron," she chanted through wide-open mouth and lust-flared nostrils. "It's so good ... Your cock's so big ... aaaaaahhhhhh" she rolled her head back and forth throwing her brown hair softly over her ecstasy-contorted face. Moaning in wild abandon, Sissy seemed to be totally unaware that they had an audience, and the depraved siblings liked nothing better than to give an exhibition of fucking to the innocent young Kandy.
Kandy, despite herself had to admit that the other girl's body was sensationally sensual-and without realizing it, the longer she examined the exciting nakedness of the brunette locked in lewd embrace with her brother, the more intense became her own sexual stimulation. The need for some sort of satisfaction to the urgent demands of her excited pussy was almost driving her insane.
In one way she was shocked and stunned at the couple's total lack of any normal standards of behavior, but at the same time a new insanity invaded her and she knew there was nowhere else in all the world that she would rather be than racing along in a custom-built Cadillac to a party at the home of these rich decadent kids.
Sissy's long fingers were clawing at Ron's plunging buttocks in a desperate frenzy increasing the tempo of his thrusts and shoving her wetly oozing cunt up to match his jackhammer strokes. Knowing that Kandy's eyes were riveted on Ron's sperm-bloated balls as they smacked against her milky white upturned inner thighs and his pistoning rod plunging into her sparsely hair-lined cuntal crevice, Sissy was reaching new heights of erotic stimulation and a low animal groan escaped her.
"Oh yeah ... there ... fuck me harder ... fuck me till I scream ... I can't get enough of your cock!" Her hungrily pumping pussy slid up and down on her brother's penis with complete abandonment. Sissy's eyes widened and she began wantonly writhing her hips, seeking to have his cock scrape every nerve ending inside her quivering cuntal sheath.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa. ... Jesus ... I love it. aaaaaahhhhhh" she screamed her head flailing from side to side, catching sight of the maddeningly excited teenager watching them with staring eyes and mouth half-open as one hand, almost of its volition, fumbled with the fastenings of her jeans to furtively sneak a hand down to press on her hotly palpitating clitoris. Both Sissy and Ron had sensed in her a latent passion for sex and both knew that the bizarre sight of them writhing naked together and the scotch working its effects on her, would have the poor girl hot for some kind of satisfaction.
His voluptuous brunette sister turned Ron's head so that he could see how the debauched exhibition was affecting their innocent friend. "Do it kid; let it all hang out; pull your panties off so you can play in your cunt. Too bad Timmy's so out of it; we could have a sibling four-ay!" Ron pulled his sister's face around to kiss her, grunting into her mouth.
It was all just a little too blatant, Kandy thought shaking her head in wonderment, unable to speak with her almost overwhelming desire tightening her throat. If they only knew about herself and Timmy. Not that they had gone this far. It was not an outrageous exhibition like this.
Ron knew that his narcissistic sister's frantic writhing under him was due to the presence of the little blonde and his own mounting lust was almost reaching the boiling point. For the last two or three minutes, he had felt he was about to go out of his mind with the hotly clasping cunt bringing his cock to a thicker, even more rampant hardness.
It was extraordinary the way she could control her cuntal muscles, he marveled to himself, contracting and expanding as if her cunt had independent control of its succulent self; contracting as he rammed forward into its silken recesses, enticing it ever, further and further into her belly and convulsively nibbling on it-lighting up thousands of nerves to send electric thrills through its swollen length. My sister can't get enough cock, he thought. Lucky me! And by the looks of that blonde virgin over there, she's dying for it too. He had to cum or his balls would burst from the power of his boiling cum.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... cum ... of shit ... fuck me ... fuck me fuck me ... don't ever stop," Sissy gasped underneath him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. For a moment, Ron thought his wildly fucking sister was going to break him in half as the potent sperm built up in his loins and her convulsing young cunt milked his frantically jerking penis.
And then it all became too much for him. He could hold back no longer and suddenly he shouted his release. "Jesus Christ ... me too ... I'm cummmiiinnnggggggggg."
The words sounded like an obscenity to the voyeuristically observing Kandy. She thought she would scream with frustration-why couldn't she have that rampaging rod shoved into her pussy? Her fingering of her unbearably hot clitoris had only succeeded in driving her to the brink of a climax, and she felt as if she was about to go out of her mind, the tortured young girl gazed at his lust-spent body collapsing on top of his sister's voluptuous body and they both lay still on the seat for several minutes.
"I wanted more," Kandy heard Sissy complain. That girl is insatiable, the jealous blonde thought. She looked through the glass partition to see Jacky concentrating on his driving impervious to the orgy in the back seat and Timmy, still half in his drunken stupor, hanging his head out of the side window to allow the cool breeze to blow over his face. Kandy hoped that her brother would stay absorbed with his hangover problem until they reached the Fenwick's hunting lodge. She was just about to inquire how much further it was when she turned to the brother and sister beside her.
Sissy's brunette head was buried in her brother's lap, taking his half-slackened member into her soft warm mouth, her tongue swirling around his male flesh to bring it once again into blood-engorged stiffness. With a wet sucking sound she withdrew her luscious red lips from around the once more rigid rod with a smirk. "You can just keep on going, can't you, Ron? Come on, let's do it, Fuck me again before my cunt burns up." Turning to the silent Kandy, she added. "You like his cock? Huge isn't it?" knowing full well that the inexperienced girl would hardly have any points of comparison and knowing also that what heights of unsatisfied lust the exhibition was driving the lust-crazed girl.
"This one's for me, huh, Ron?" Sissy gazed up at him with lust-glazed eyes and spread her milky white thighs wide apart to expose the livid slit of her cunt streaming with the creamy white cum juice he had just pumped into her belly.
The erotic sight was more than invitation enough for the horny young Ron, and once more he slithered upward between her widespread thighs and shoved his thick rubbery cock-head to part her wetly quivering cuntal lips. Again, Kandy heard the little mewls and groans of pleasure coming from both of them and clamped her thighs tightly together to try to calm the whorish sensation which was irrestibly forcing her to press her hand onto her hotly pulsating pubic mound.
Never before in her life had she experienced such an irresistible sense of fascination; the unnatural sight and obscene sucking sounds held her absolutely spellbound. Her sensitive breasts were throbbing with a desire of their own. Before easing her lace panties down, Kandy checked to make sure Timmy and Jacky weren't looking-though she realized that the driver would hardly be able to take his eyes off the road and press his face to the glass partition.
The very movement of slipping the tight jeans over her shapely slim hips gave Kandy an illicit thrill, a sense of abandonment that suited her mood of running away to a newfound freedom. I just can't help myself. I've got to do it or I'll go completely mad. Let them look. Let them all have a good look!
With eyes partly closed with sexual euphoria she watched Ron's rhythmic back and forth sawing motion, never quite drawing his rock-hard cock all the way out, but leaving its tip inside his sister's frantically nibbling cuntal flesh, driving her into a frenzy.
An electric jolt shot through Kandy, and she nearly cried out in alarm as she suddenly felt Ron's hand clamped over her own which was fingering her wildly palpitating clitoris. He pushed her fingers away and expertly massaged the silky cuntal flesh, drawing moisture from her vaginal hole to make the juicy bud of her clitoris even more slippery.
"What are you doing? Oh, yes ... do it some more ... I love it. ... yes. ... oooooohhhhhh yes ... finger fuck me ... oh further in my cunt . ...
Kandy was beside herself with ecstasy, her legs extended stiffly in front of her as her alcohol-aroused body reacted to the illicit thrill of being fingered by a man who was simultaneously fucking his beautiful brown-haired sister. One corner of her mind rebelled against the perversity of the act, but she was powerless to move the hand which was reaching into her virginal flesh-she never wanted it to stop.
He was sliding his finger around her virginal hole, teasing her, then with unbelievably sweet pressure pressing on the twitching bud of her clitoris. Kandy was in heaven, thrusting her vagina up to meet his finger. But he wouldn't take her virginity. She desperately wanted him to. Then suddenly wave after wave of erotic sensation swept over her and violent tremors shot through her entire body.
"Dear god. ... oh. ... yes. ... I can't help it ... I'M CUMING ... CUUUMMMMMMMM-MMMMIIINNNNNNNNNN-NNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG" she moaned helplessly, thrashing her head from side to side and squirming her body uncontrollably, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Simultaneously, the frantically fucking brother and sister groaned their release into each other's mouths, muttering unintelligible obscenities.
Suddenly, she blushed in embarrassment-both Ron and Sissy were looking at her, legs splayed apart with her jeans and panties halfway down her legs, her satisfied cunt exposed for their leering eyes. Hardly daring to look the incestuous pair in the face, she awkwardly and somewhat reluctantly attempted to pull her jeans up to cover the mop of damp silken pubic curls nestling between her firm young thighs; although it did strike her as being ridiculous-feeling ashamed when Ron and Sissy were totally naked and didn't seem to care whether she looked as much as she wanted. She glanced at them shyly, seeing that they preferred her in the nude, and when Sissy leaned forward to tug her jeans back off Kandy hardly protested.
This was Ron's cue to act. His semi-slack penis swung crudely as he crouched up and pulled the shy virgin down between himself and his naked sister, unbuttoning her shirt in the process. They both ignored her weak protests as Sissy completed the stripping by taking off her shoes.
Suddenly, in a trance-like haze of self-stimulated sexual excitement enhanced by the effects of the straight scotch, the teenaged blonde found herself naked, her lithe young body being caressed and fondled all over in every intimate part by Ron and his sister. Now Sissy was kissing her dainty little breasts, taking her small pointed nipples into her mouth one by one and nibbling them gently, sending fiery thrills down to her belly and pubic mound where a renewed throbbing of her clitoris caused her to writhe on the seat. What was Sissy? Some kind of perverted lesbian?
As Ron changed position so that he could kiss Kandy full on the mouth, his tongue that had licked his own sister's cunt darted between her lips, she felt searching fingers probing into her cuntal slit, tenderly circling her clitoral bud, going a little further down in exploration of the entrance to her vagina.
"Oh yes ... I want it ... I want you to fuck me ... take my cherry ... fuck me ... fuck me!" the tortured young girl moaned. She reached down to guide his probing finger so that he could push his way through that barrier, her maidenhead. Shit! It was his sister's hand. Sissy was fingering her. Instinctively, Kandy shied away from the probing finger-all her inhibitions and fears of lesbianism suddenly making her freeze with fear.
"What it it, angel? Haven't you ever had a woman teasing your cunt before? You really are an innocent, aren't you?" Sissy's voice sounded cynically superior.
"Sure I have," Kandy lied. She was sick of being treated like a child. She supposed she'd just have to act it out, be as sophisticated as they expected her to be-besides, there was certainly something thrilling, about being touched so intimately by another woman, especially one as seductively beautiful as Sissy.
Before relaxing back against the seat again to let Ron kiss her and fondle her breasts, Kandy nevertheless betrayed her innocence by saying: "You won't put your finger all the way in, will you Sissy?" and she heard the more experienced brunette laugh.
"It's all right for you to get her cherry, Ron, but not for me. Whatever happened to equality? Still, daddy is going to be really happy that we're bringing home a virgin."
"Belt up, Sis ... Just ignore her, Kandy," Ron said gruffly and placed his arms comfortingly around the young girl, drawing her young naked body close against his, pressing her firm young breasts against his chest.
Kandy responded to his manly protective gesture, kissing him passionately and running her fingers down his spine to feel the taut muscles of his buttocks, something she had longed to do ever since she had seen his sister caress him there. But she was still slightly shocked when Ron turned his head away to ask Sissy to suck his cock.
"Wrap your mouth right around it and lick it underneath-you know that's how I like it best," he said to his sister. "I want to cum in your mouth while I'm kissing the little virgin," the debauched young man added lewdly.
Once again the sixteen year old blonde wondered just how sophisticated she had to be to accept everything the depraved brother-sister duo did and said. But there was no turning back now-she was in too deep.
Sissy's fingers were back at her tender little pussy, massaging the center of her cuntal excitement and the innocent girl watched the brunette's bobbing head greedily suck and leaving Ron's long hard cock, gulping at the throbbing rod of hot flesh buried deep inside her ovaled red lips.
Suddenly, Kandy stiffened with anxiety as she began to have second thoughts about what she was doing, the full enormity of her depravity weighing on her mind. But she was in an inescapable position between these two lust-crazed siblings in the back of a bizarrely equipped speeding Cadillac, and when Ron, who had been caressing the silken skin of her back moved his hand slowly down over her ass-cheeks and down into the deep valley between her-tender moons, inserting his little finger slightly into her tightly clenched anus, she was unable to avoid his probing finger or even to cry out as his mouth was plastered over hers.
Kandy stiffened her whole body as a mute protest at this invasion of her most private orifice, fear racing through her muddled brain. But Sissy's expert knowing fingers were arousing anew the fire in her loins and gradually Kandy relaxed the anal muscles around Ron's intruding finger and allowed him to rotate it very gently. Jesus, the aroused girl thought brazenly. I actually like a finger in my ass-hole! They can do anything they like with me and I'll do anything they want me to do to them-she had never felt this aroused in all her life.
Now Kandy realized with a lecherous thrill that Ron's fingers which were playing around her vaginal slit were meeting the clitoris-caressing fingers of his sister. She could hear the wet sucking sounds of Sissy's luscious lips working at Ron's rampant cock standing upright from his loins. The shaft was glistening wetly from Sissy's overflowing saliva as her fingers circled around the base of his upstanding penis, and she stroked in rhythm as she drew up and down with her tightly ovaled mouth. Her face, Kandy noticed, had changed as she labored over her brother's loins. She was in a sexual rapture of her own, her breath coming in short jerky spurts.
The atmosphere in the back of the Cadillac was heavy with the musky smell of sex and sweat, the odor of moist cunt and Ron's thick white orgasmic fluid, which she had seen dribbling down the inside of Sissy's legs. The attentions Kandy was receiving from the debauched siblings were driving her to insane heights of sexual passion. She could feel her orgasm building up within her, coaxed out of her by Sissy's nimble fingers. And then, suddenly, she was cumming yet again. It was impossibly wonderful, that she could reach a climax to a girl's fingers, but it was true, she was having another orgasm.
"Ron ... oh, Ron ... kiss me hard, quick ... ohhhhhh ... do it to me ... it's too fantastic...." she moaned into his mouth then louder, much louder when Sissy brought her mouth from Ron's saliva-wet cock and licked Kandy's quivering cunt as she reached the very apex of her mounting climax.
"Oooooohhhhhh god ... I don't believe this. ... ooohhh again. . . .I'm cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg again!" Her moans of delight at this unexpected bonus were louder than she thought-nor did she know that Jacky the driver had left the intercom speaker switched on so he could listen in to the lewd party in the back seat.
It brought Timmy out of his drunken stupor. He sat up with a start, at first wondering where the hell he was, then realizing it was Kandy's voice he was hearing, he panicked, believing that his sister was being raped or something. He swung around, tried to pull down the glass partition, and when he found it impossible to move tried to peer into the darkened interior. He could hardly see a damn thing except vague forms of naked humans. He looked questioningly at Jacky who only grinned snidery back.
"You want to catch some of the action, kid? I'll tell them to turn on the light." Jacky pressed the intercom button. "Hey, you guys, The kid wants to make sure his sister is having a good time. Flick the light switch will you?"
Timmy's face, pressed against the glass, went white. His wonderful, beloved sister Kandy, his secret love, was kissing or sucking one side of Ron's cock which was stiffly erected, and Ron's sister, Sissy, just as naked as Kandy, was sucking the other side of his cock. And the big creep just lay back on the seat of the Cadillac grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"I hate her" Timmy muttered under his breath, turning his head and staring fixedly at the road.
"Hey, kid," Jacky said teasingly. "Your sister's pretty easy. ... Is she always like that?"
Timmy flushed with anger. He wanted to hit the driver across his filthy mouth, his heart sinking with the realization of what they must all think of Kandy, his beautiful sister. All he could do was tell Jacky to shut up, and for the rest of the journey he stared out the window, his mind a torment of jealousy and rage, especially when he remembered how terribly embarrassed and ashamed he had been that first night at the Bar R when he had shot his hot white sperm all over his sister's breasts, and later creeping onto her sleeping body and doing it again between the cheeks of her ass.
Despite his anger now and the jealous pang in his guts, seeing her crouching naked in the back of the car with her lovely round buttocks only a couple of feet from his face, and seeing the gloriously voluptuous nude body of Sissy beside her stirred his loins so much he felt his penis rising stiffly in his pants.
"If Kandy can do that for Ron and Sissy does it for her brother she can fucking well do it to me," he mumbled, desperately.
CHAPTER SIX
Ellis Maher was really in a state about his new wife. Things were obviously not going along as he hoped and when he had told her to leave she had just stayed and now he didn't know what to do. He was in a good mind to get drunk but he felt it only fair that he try to take Astrid along.
"Come on, let's go into the town and have a few drinks, dinner, maybe take in a movie ... What do you say?"
She nodded and followed him out to the car and they drove into the small town in silence.
"Two double martinis" Ellis said ignoring Astrid's protests with a wave of his hands.
"Christ," he admonished. "Can't you relax for a minute? Let's have a few drinks, stay here in town to eat or go to the movies...."
"Forget the movies ... Let's just find a nice restaurant and one that doesn't consider a meal two pounds of steak on the plate," she said disparagingly.
After several more double martinis Ellis saw that his wife had needed the shots of alcohol as much as he had, for she began to mellow, talking happily about their first meeting and as she talked, the hard lines of her mouth softened, and as she drank her fourth double martini she casually undid the front of her blouse, saying she felt hot in the crowded bar, but it was really an act associated with her pleasant remembrance of her first meeting with Ellis when he admired her figure. He told her she looked like a Rubenesque woman and she loved the compliment.
Ellis too was forced into the remembrance of their whirlwind courtship and now he smiled at
Astrid and his eyes dropped to her breasts, still firm and delightfully rounded in their maturity, outlined under her blouse. He suddenly wanted to see her naked right here and on an impulse he leaned forward on his bar stool and began squeezing her breasts.
"Ellis" she hissed. "For god's sake, not here where everyone can see," the frustrated wife blushed scarlet. "You're getting drunk."
"Not drunk enough," he replied. "Let's but a bottle and take it back to the Bar R. We'll have to change if we're going out to eat." Jesus, he thought, Astrid's turning me on for the first time in weeks. Time we got back to the hotel.
"I think you've had quite enough to drink." A note of nastiness was creeping back into her voice, not because she objected so much to her husband drinking but she was confused by her own conflicting emotions, her pent-up sexual desires and her almost abnormal fear of the sex act. She knew they hadn't had sex in weeks, in fact, he didn't even ask her anymore and she wondered how he would react under the influence of alcohol. Feeling it the duty of a wife, she accompanied her husband back to the room and sat with him while he poured out almost a water tumbler of vodka.
"I can't drink that," she complained. "I'm going to ask Molly for some orange juice."
"Stay here, darling, I'll get it," he said softly.
When he called her "darling" like that her stomach turned over. If only ... Her wanting him was a physical pain, it was so strong and urgent. When he added some orange juice to her drink she drank it straight down, hoping it would ease the turmoil in her head. Instead, it made her dizzy, so dizzy she lay back with her head on the pillow.
Then Ellis was beside her, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She felt suddenly faint as excitement sent blood rushing to her head, and as she weakly tried to brush his hands away she managed to unbutton her blouse and reach underneath her to release the catch of her bra which he pulled away and dropped on the floor.
"It's been so long," he murmured. "Your tits are so lovely."
"Ellis ... I ... I ... " she protested out of force of habit trying to sit up.
He pressed her back down on the bed and took her mature breasts in both his hands, leaned down and kissed each nipple in turn. She responded by pulling his face up to kiss him on the mouth.
"No, Ellis, darling ... It's no good," she gasped, wanting him, yet knowing that her usual fear of sex was once again drying her up between her legs.
"Let's try, Astrid ... You're my wife ... How long do you think I can go on like this?"
"I know ... I know ... I'm sorry ... I'm not a good wife. I just can't seem to help myself...."
Nevertheless she allowed him to pull her skirt down, and then her panties, her hands covering her face. She knew when he got up from the bed that he was taking his own clothes off and her heart began thumping in her chest.
She felt his warm body press down on her nakedness as he moved her hands away, and felt his hotly throbbing penis pressed between her thighs. As he slid his body forward so that his hardening fleshy member moved on to her large white breasts, she knew that it was all too sudden, too maddeningly sudden. He was fully aroused but she wasn't at all, even though she would have done anything to be able to make love to him right there and then.
"Ellis no ... I'm sorry, darling ... I can't ... no" She felt uncontrolled tears flooding her eyes and was unresisting when his hands explored over her body, massaging her breasts into hardness, sucking and biting her nipples and all the while rubbing his raging hard cock into the pubic curls around her dry cuntal lips.
"Don't you see? I'm not ready. I need time. ... Can't you give me some time?" She had hoped the strong drinks would have helped instead they seemed to have just the opposite effect, confusing her so that she couldn't adjust to her husband's lovemaking.
Slightly drunk and fed up with his wife's excuses for not wanting sex, the horny travel writer ignored Astrid's pleas, driven to satisfy his pent-up lust on her helplessly naked body. His hand groped into the secret crevice of her cunt, feeling the dryness. If she wasn't hot for him, he wondered, why had she unbuttoned her blouse in the bar?
He took her hand, placed it around his hard cock already exuding its lubricant juice, and she gripped it tight as if she would never let it go. But there was nothing sensual or knowing about the way she touched him, simply a desperate gripping as though she was holding his cock away from her. She was beginning to shake; he felt tremors running through her body.
Astrid really was fearful of her husband's abnormally large weapon. It felt both enticingly wonderful and frightening at the same time, it was so enormous. She began to massage it, pushing her hand up to the large rubbery blood-filled head, but when she felt the moistly sticky juice she ineptly thought he must have reached his orgasm and quickly took her hand away.
"Are you okay, Ellis?" she asked.
"Of course not ... I want my cock in your cunt and I want to fuck you senseless! I'm tired of waiting I want to drive it in your cunt till you scream!" Frustrated lust and the effects of the liquor were coarsening his attitude to his wife-her body so enticing, her fucking cunt so dry. What the heel was the matter with her?
Roughly, he knead her legs apart, intent on fucking her whether she was ready to take his lust-swollen rod or not. His cock felt slightly sore from rubbing against the hair-covered mound at the top of her pussy.
"Shove it in your cunt, honey" he grunted at her, and as she tried to help him but again the feel of the fleshy cudgel's thickness and length made her tremble in uncontrolled fear.
"No, Ellis ... we haven't for so long ... it'll hurt me ... can't you see?" Astrid lay in a torment of anguish, her husband, she knew, would never want her after this dreadful experience. Why didn't he stop now? Perhaps she could satisfy him with her hand?
She tried to reach down to hold his cock in her fingers. He brushed her hand aside roughly.
"I can't stop now, Astrid ... For Christ's sake stop fucking around and stick it in your cunt," he grunted, his voice rising in anger.
Impatiently he held his pulsating rod, wiggling it to part the dry lips that opened to her vagina, then the cock's own juices slightly moistened the entrance to her cuntal hole and he flopped down again over her heaving belly and breasts to tongue viciously into her protesting mouth. He began his in and out movements, frustratingly restricted by the clamping of her legs together and, short of slapping her around, he knew the determined woman would let him go no further.
By now his cunt-hungry prick had swollen to its fullest extent as his cream-filled balls were already tantalized almost to the point of exploding their load. He felt some satisfaction in his steamingly hot rod from the small moist space where the swollen head and top part of the shaft rode in and out of the soft entrance to her cunt as well as the sensuous feeling of her silken thighs along the rest of the pumping shaft.
He gave up trying to get any response to his savage kissing of her whimpering mouth, and took oral satisfaction from sucking at her nipples and breasts while cruelly stretching the oval cuntal lips below her dormant clitoris.
Astrid shut her eyes tight against the unwanted intrusion, determined to let him ram his weapon against her, if that would ease his desperate needs. She hadn't long to wait, her husband's urgent passion expended itself after only a few minutes of sliding his lusty penis between her thighs and inside her cuntal lips.
"Astrid. I've got to cum."
Her husband groaned into her neck, his buttocks lunging down and quivering as his cock's tender head shot thick, hot jets of sperm into the mouth of her equally tender vagina.
Astrid felt spurt after spurt of the jerking load splash into the front of her cunt and up on to her pubic hairs and she felt the dribble of the hot sticky sperm in between her thighs, running down to her anus. It was too late now. Too late to tell him she might be ready, might take his enormous weapon into her little used cunt all the way.
But Ellis was really finished. The unsatisfactory experience was one he was not anxious to repeat. He was as ashamed of himself as he had been annoyed with his wife a little while ago. It looked like it was going to be the divorce courts after this little working vacation.
"I'm sorry, Astrid. I must have flipped out for a second," he mumbled, lighting a cigarette. When she replied that she completely understood and that it was her fault, he felt even more guilty. He sat there for a few minutes puffing on his cigarette and staring hungrily at her nakedness. Then he butted his cigarette, crawled under the sheets and began snoring, forgetting completely about taking his wife out to dinner.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The big black Cadillac pulled up to some iron gates and Jacky waited a second while the three people in the back seat got dressed. The gates opened electronically and the car wound its way up the drive of an enormous stone lodge. Kandy had expected a small cottage but as with everything these people did things in grand style. A thick set, gray-haired black man came down the steps to open the doors of both the black and the white Cadillacs. "Nice trip, Ronnie?" he inquired.
"Terrific, Dixon. Is dad inside?"
"He's waiting for you and Miz Sissy inside."
Kandy looked over at her brother. Poor Timmy He's furious with me. Well, he would simply have to face facts and get over his puppy love for me, she decided in her newly acquired sophistication. He needed someone like Sissy to give him some sexual experience. Timmy forlornly dragged behind as they all followed the black butler into the huge lodge.
At the far end of the hall was a huge bearded man wearing a plaid hunting shirt and leather breeches. He looks like Ernest Hemingway, Kandy thought.
"Good evening everyone," He said expansively. "Have a good time children?" he asked addressing Sissy and Ron.
"Great dad," Ron answered. Then he introduced Kandy and Timmy to Lawrence Fenwick whose dark drown eyes narrowed to two black slits as he stared intently at the little blonde virgin.
"Sweet little girl," he said softly as he squeezed Kandy's hand. "And so young, too." He raised his bushy eyebrows at his son who imperceptibly nodded without Kandy noticing.
She did hear his long drawn out, "Aaaaaaiihhhhh!"
"And the young man?" His query sounded to Kandy as if it was being addressed to thin air and again she missed Ron's nod to the raised bushy eyebrows.
"How very fortunate, Ron meeting such charming youngsters. ... we're going to have a lovely party." Suddenly, he bellowed: "Dixon." startling Timmy who was overawed by the tall man who looked so outdoorsy.
Dixon brought in a large pewter tray loaded with pewter goblets filled with the old man's special Scotch.
Lawrence Fenwick drained his glass before saying farewell to most of Ron's friends. Kandy thought it was a little odd that although there was supposed to be a party most of the guests were departing but she thought more of it when Sissy told Kandy she could change into some of her clothes for the party. The young blonde asked if it would be okay if her brother went upstairs with them. He hadn't quite recovered from his first bout with the alcohol, she explained.
Sissy got the message. Timmy was feeling a bit left out. Such a nice looking kid, she thought, suddenly aware of Timmy's good looks and attractive boyish body.
As she led the two teenagers up the broad flight of stairs past all the stuffed animal heads on the wall Sissy asked them if they'd ever been hunting.
Both of them replied in the negative and Sissy looked over her shoulder to see her father staring at her moon-shaped buttocks under his daughters see-through clothing. She led them along a passageway to a large bedroom with a double bed and a view over a garden. Kandy thrilled at the spookiness of the shady garden, her thrilling feeling gripped her loins and her warm little cunt felt luxuriously alive.
Kandy and Tim sat on the bed while Sissy went to her wall to wall closet to select a dress. She selected a pure white transparent silk gown.
"Try it on," she suggested.
Timmy began to get up to leave as he thought they expected him to, but Kandy told him to stay where he was.
Timmy had watched Kandy in a mirror as she stripped naked and Sissy slipped the dress over her head. Christ! He could see her body more clearly through her dress than Sissy's body showed through hers.
"Well, brother dear, do you like?" his sister asked him, turning around so he could see her breasts and tuft of golden pubic hair below her belly.
"You can't wear that! It's like going naked!" The boy thought it was terrific if it were only for him to see but not in front of the others.
"Maybe I should wear a petticoat underneath, Sissy." Sissy very willingly helped her off with the dress, provocatively touching the teenager's exposed breasts as she did so.
While she dressed and undressed Kandy in various gowns, she noted how Timmy lasciviously stared at his sister's nakedness. To really arouse him so that he would get a raging erection sitting enthralled on the bed, the sultry brunette also stripped, using the excuse that she wanted to find something different to wear.
"I'm going down to show Ron my dress," Kandy said, satisfied that the combination of slip and white silk dress did not show more than a dim outline of her pale-skinned body.
As soon as the girl left the room Sissy asked Timmy if he had an erection. She stood right in front of the startled boy whose already flushed face turned scarlet.
He couldn't speak, wanting so badly to touch the gorgeous brunette and he was frozen where he sat. Sissy was standing there nude in front of him with her cunt hair close enough to touch.
Shit! What could a guy say? And now she was unzipping his fly!
Timmy was unable to move even if he had wanted to, as the lovely girl he had seen sucking her own brother's cock reached in his pants and pulled out his own hard erection and held it in her hands.
"I only wanted to look at it, Timmy. I hope that's all right?" He shook his head dumbly.
The brown-haired girl lowered her head, her long chestnut hair falling over her face, and gulped the head of his pulsatingly erect cock between her soft lips, and she slowly sucked it into her mouth. She was fascinated by stiff young virgin cocks.
"My god!" He exclaimed in a stricken voice, flopping back on the bed. This was the last thing he'd expected her to do.
Sissy sucked for several moments then stood up. "That's enough before dinner. It'll be our little secret."
"Well," she said casually. "I'm ready ... see you downstairs." He waited until the door closed then he went over the wash basin and splashed some cold water on himself.
* * *
While his daughter was upstairs with their two guests, Lawrence Fenwick quizzed his son.
"You're sure she's a virgin, son?"
"Positive and so is Sissy."
The old man sighed contentedly.
Roger was very happy was his unexpected find near the Bar R. Usually the guests were old there and it was a sheer stroke of luck to find Kandy and her brother. The old man was bound to reward him and his sister handsomely for bringing him a virgin.
"My dear Kandy, how lovely you look in that white gown." The old man had leaped to his feet when Kandy unexpectedly walked into the study looking for Ron, giving both father and son a surprise. It was obvious from the girl's manner that she had overheard nothing. Ron examined his sister's clothes with more interest than his father, remembering the fresh youthful body underneath and how tempted he was to fuck her while Sissy could have gripped her tightly around the breasts.
But he knew his father wanted this one and there were plenty more as far as Ron was concerned. Cynically, he didn't give a damn what happened to the girl or her brother as long as it didn't interfere with his luxurious freedom but he looked forward to the events of the evening.
"I love having Ron and Sissy's guests over for a party," Fenwick said.
"Thank you," Kandy replied gazing longingly at Ron who put his arm around her waist and kissed her on the forehead bringing a smile to the old man's lips. It helped when they fell for his son, he smirked to himself.
"Dixon" he called. "Excuse me, my dear, I have to make some arrangements for the festivities this evening. It's a full moon tonight and we have a canopy in the garden for after dinner."
The old man took Dixon aside and told him to keep plying the young girl with liquor but not too much so she became ill. He told his old black butler that he would get his chance at some nice fresh white meat if he played his cards right-
"Gee it must be beautiful in the garden when the moon is full," Kandy said dreamily, picturing herself and Ron together in the moonlight-the handsome youth lifting her silken gown up over her knees, her buttocks, her breasts-how fabulous to give her virginity to Ron outdoors, under the stars if she could get him away from his sister and everyone else.
Seeing her day-dreaming, Sissy sensed she was lusting after her cousin. "Ron will show you the garden tonight, but it's easy to get lost," she said, encouraging the infatuated girl to look forward to it happening. "I'll tell you a secret, Kandy. I think Ron's in love with you," the brunette said with cruel intent, as much to give the girl false hope as to find out just how infatuated she was. Sure enough, Kandy's eyes lit up with excitement. "There's only one drawback, though, that might put him off you, darling," she went on, bitchily examining the innocent teenager, "he's awkward with virgins." Kandy's face clouded. So the little thing was a virgin, Sissy ascertained.
Suddenly, a bell sounded.
"Oh, Dixon rings for drinks before dinner ... Come into father's study."
Kandy accepted another glass of the almost syrupy tasting scotch and admonished Timmy not to have too much.
Timmy shrugged. "Okay," he said, looking balefully toward the door. Kandy followed his glance and saw Ron walking into the room. The blonde girl found herself wondering how she could be a real virgin and still feel so heatedly sexy in her cunt when she looked at Ron. When she drained her glass she felt that she might have to go to' the powder room, for the feeling between her legs was mounting irresistibly. If Sissy had wanted to finger her now, she could; if Timmy wanted to fuck her she would welcome it.
To get relief from the effects of the strong drink, the distracted girl sat on the arm of a chair and crossed her legs, bare under her dress and long slip and by flexing her muscles she found she could satisfy the demand of her clitoris throbbing between the lips of her bare pussy.
Knowing how effective his father's specially aged Scotch was on anyone not used to it, Ron looked for signs of sexual excitement in the young blonde, but all he could see was her sitting on the padded arm of a leather chair, swinging her legs and smiling. He motioned for Dixon to refill her glass.
* * *
Astrid paced the bedroom while Ellis snored in the bed. She was ravenous and frustrated and it was getting late and the children had not called. She decided to go downstairs and get Molly Ronson to make her a sandwich or something.
She ordered a roast beef sandwich and a salad and sat down by herself to eat. Molly came over and sat with her.
"Where's Ellis and the Kids tonight?" she asked pleasantly.
"Ellis is snoring his head off and the kids went to a party with some people they met yesterday. They have a hunting lodge about an hour from here, Fenwick is their name. Do you know them?"
A look of concern crossed the motherly face of Molly Ronson. "That's a pretty wild bunch for your two kids to be mixed up with," she said, "there have been police raids and everything over there but they're so rich that I think the police just close their eyes to it. When did they leave?"
"About four this afternoon and it's almost eleven now. Maybe I better wake Ellis up and we should take a drive over there."
"I don't want to be an alarmist," Molly said, "but I think that might be a very good idea."
"Thank you, Molly," Astrid said and bounded up the stairs to wake her husband.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Timmy spluttered over a mouthful of roast venison when Sissy's bare foot pressed against his bulging crotch and started wriggling over his never-ending erection. His horny young cock had been as stiff as a poker ever since he started drinking and now, as he sat eating in the huge dining room he had undone the top of his pants under the pressure on his rampant young cock.
For a moment, he looked into his plate, motionless and semi-stunned from the thrilling surprise of the gorgeous brunette's sexy gesture. How could she have possibly known that he had an hard-on and that it was sticking halfway out of his pants?
The sensuous brunette sat opposite the boy at the long table. Lawrence Fenwick sat at the head of the table, his eyes glazing from his fifth drink. Another older man sat on the host's left, Kandy on his right. At the far end of the table Ron had his friends Jacky and another girl Joannie on either side, and Sissy and Timmy were opposite in the middle. Large candlesticks on the table and on a sideboard provided the only light as Dixon served the food and drinks.
From experience she knew that the drinks would keep the two little virgin guests in a state of continuous near orgasm-so she didn't have to look under the table to see if he had an erection. She was pleasantly surprised, however, to discover with her exploring toes that his young penis, hard and throbbing to her touch, was protruding part of the way out of his pants. How she would like to look at it under the table? She could drop her napkin but the light was probably not strong enough to see under the draped tablecloth. The banquet was now quite something, she decided.
It would be a new experience, to have a young body cum into her toes.
Timmy was further stimulated by his position at the table, sitting beside Kandy on his left and Joannie on his right, the three girls wearing see-through dresses which even in the candlelight showed their breasts and more clearly, their nipples, all of which were standing out as rigidly as teats on a baby bottle. He wished he were close enough to Kandy so that his sister's cunt would be near enough for him to touch.
He was so goddamned horny, and he could only blame Sissy for his embarrassing state, her sucking his cock like that and she and Kandy doing a striptease-his sister was almost three feet away despite the fact that she was sitting next to him on that side of the table. He was beginning to forget that Kandy existed-that anyone else in the world existed except himself and a beautiful sexy girl called Sissy whose tits were roundly uptilted and soft with pink nipples that stood out invitingly to be licked, sucked and nibbled.
With what he hoped was an unobtrusive movement he quickly pushed his linen napkin down over his cock and her sensually caressing foot. He was cumming and at the dinner table. Oh Jesus!
He lowered his head, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, yet his body shook with the spasms of his orgasm his spurts of hot viscous fluid shooting up into the napkin and running down into Sissy's toes.
Kandy looked at her brother with concern. The kid's face was flushed red and he was pressing his hand down on his belly.
"Are you all right, Timmy?" she asked. He nodded "Don't drink any more," she admonished. He shook his head, not daring to look her in the face.
His highly aroused sister continued to pick at her venison with a fork in one hand while her other hand remained under the tablecloth, buried between her thighs, her fingers continuing to maintain the near-orgasm. She was, she told herself, in heaven. If Timmy were close enough he could play with her-it was so boring, avoiding the foot of the dirty old man sitting opposite and an occasional grope under the table from Lawrence Fenwick. She had tried to sit next to Ron when he entered the dining room only Fenwick led her by the hand to sit as guest of honor.
Sissy shot a knowing look at her brother unable to resist the temptation to let him know that she had embarrassed the young virgin boy and Ron quickly summed up the situation when he saw Timmy staring fixedly at his food, his hand underneath the table. Her brother smiled at her and raised his eyebrows as if to say: Not again, Sissy!
The sexy brunette slumped back in her chair, amused and stimulated more than she had expected by the innocent boy shooting off into her toes under the table. She left her bare foot there between his legs as he slowly, surreptitiously wiped away his cum with his napkin, then reached down to caress her ankle.
"Cheers, darling," she murmured huskily across the table, lifting her glass.
During the rest of the meal he felt down to her foot and slid his hand along the calf doing it several times, and she continued to press her foot against his cock until it got hard again, her toes wriggling around the head of it and tantalizing the glans. When everyone rose to go to the study for coffee, Timmy dropped the sticky napkin on the floor and stuffed his pulsating pubescent member stiffly up into his pants.
CHAPTER NINE
Lawrence Fenwick led the guests out to the garden where a striped canopy was set up and inside were multicolored cushions strewn everywhere that made it look like a sultan's tent. Ron and Kandy walked close behind him and Ron could hear the girl whispering:
"Let's leave them, Ron. Let's run into those bushes, please," she begged "I want you, I want you to fuck me." She dug her nails so hard into the young man's arm that it left welts.
Ron was sorely tempted to do as the aroused virgin asked. She kept kissing him, touching the bulge of his penis under his trousers and playing his hand on her nipple-erected breasts. He liked that, playing with his fingers over the firm young roundness of her throbbing breasts and dropping his hand down to caress the taut cheeks of her buttocks.
Behind them Sissy had lifted her gown so that Timmy could hang onto her bare waist while she led him along holding onto his cock which was stiffly jutting out in front of him.
She led him into the sumptuous tented area where candles flickered on the bright cushions.
Timmy whispered urgently, "You'd better let go of me or your father and the others will see."
Sissy laughed, "That's the object of the exercise darling. We're going to have a little orgy out here in the moonlight."
"I-I don't understand," he almost whimpered and then he noticed that two strange women were taking off his sister's dress.
Suddenly, he saw the two women pour liquor on Kandy's breasts and then lead her around the tent so that all the men and other guests could lick it off. When she came up to her brother, her breasts tightly throbbing, she whispered huskily:
"It's a game, Timmy, lick my tits.
In a trance the boy poked out his tongue to lick nervously but his sister pulled his head so that her nipple went into his mouth. "That's right, darling," cried Sissy, taking Kandy's other breast to suck and lasciviously tongue around the pert little nipple in such a sensuous way it brought a gasp of delight from the innocent virgin.
Having been around the tented canopy once she returned to stand in front of Lawrence Fenwick who began caressing her breasts one at a time.
Timmy couldn't believe that this bizarre scene was actually taking place and then he felt his clothes being pulled off and alcohol being poured on his cock. Immediately Sissy bent over holding her long brown hair out of the way and sucked the wet fleshy rod and then led him over to where his sister was letting Ron's old Father caress her young breasts.
Without being asked to do so, Kandy knelt down, holding her young brother around his buttocks and sucked his adolescent cock while he tried to back away.
He felt ridiculous in front of all these strangers yet the touch of her lips and the sensational way she sucked and licked his prick at the same time caused his ass-cheeks to tighten so much he felt a pain in his balls and then she was being moved away.
"Come my dear," Fenwick said. "I have another treat for you." He lifted her up and bent her knees back so that her cunt was exposed and carried her around inside the tent. "They all want to taste your virgin cunt."
The first to part the virginal cunt lips and dart her tongue over the exposed clitoris was Joannie and Kandy moaned in delicious abandon as she shoved forward her furry heated mound to her mouth. When the maddeningly tantalized girl was brought to the last guest, her lust-excited brother watched in confusion as Sissy made her obeisance over the hotly moist vagina, retaining her hold on his throbbing rod which she massaged knowingly with her fingers.
He had watched with a feeling of jealous annoyance when Ron buried his face in Kandy's cunt and his sister's moans of pleasure were accentuated by the way she spread her legs farther apart, but when he saw her obviously enjoying Sissy's attention, the erotic scene was almost too much for him to accept.
Then it was his turn. Fenwick carried her the few inches from Sissy and there was his sister's curly pussy, the lips parted as she slowly ground her flexing buttocks against the old man's wide back with surges of wanton passion, right in front of his face.
"Eat your sister," Sissy urged. "Lick right into her ass-hole." Needing no urging he licked, finding that his tongue slipped easily into the parted sparsely hair-lined lips and tasted the viscous juice oozing hotly out of Kandy's throbbing cunt.
Sissy couldn't resist the temptation when she felt the boy's hot member beginning to swell almost to man-size in her hand-while he licked his sister she ducked down to suck at his penis, gulping it all into her mouth. She heard him groaning into his sister's cunt, his nose buried in the soft mound of hair, his tongue flicking furiously over her clitoris as they reached climaxes, her molten juices running into his sucking mouth, while he shot jet after jet of hot sperm into the mouth of the brunette.
Kandy was completely out of her mind now with lust and she didn't protest when someone lifted her up and placed her on one of the cushions, she felt pleasantly satiated.
She lay back with her eyes closed and then she sensed movement behind the lids and they flickered open. There poised between her legs, which were held knees up and wide apart, was the monstrous cock, a thick, grotesquely long penis with large sagging balls hanging below a tuft of gray wiry hair.
"No ... no ... no" Kandy gasped, jerking pathetically in her attempts to twist her inflamed pussy aside from the intruding weapon of flesh. Her romantic and lustful desire to be seduced by Fenwick's son was crashing down from her erotic expectancy to a horrible parody of reality as if the devil himself had intervened. And yet her lust-maddened body was even now demanding satisfaction in her over-stimulated cunt, while the old gray-bearded face brushed her tender young breasts as Ron's father sucked at her small hard nipples.
"Now. ... now" Fenwick yelled, his drooling saliva-wet lips and coarse whiskers smothering her soft young mouth as he drove his rock hard rod into her tender virginal cunt, tearing aside the delicate barrier of her hymen in his gruntingly victorious act of sexual vandalism. He paused for a moment then heaved his lean body sharply forward, carrying the remaining portion of his stiff shaft into the virginal cunt, the blunt knob that had grazed its tough old flanged rim along the inflamed walls of her vagina coming to rest against her cervix.
Dazzling lights danced before the stricken girl's eyes. The pain of penetration had been excruciating, unbearable for a few seconds driving from her mind the fact that Ron and Sissy's crazy father's slobbering lips were on hers, his wiry whiskers scraping her face and his tongue filling her mouth revoltingly. His body felt hard and stiff, and the hairs on his chest as wiry as his beard irritated her breasts as he began to move over her tender nakedness, his fingers digging into the softness of her flesh. The walls of her narrow pink slit were expanded to a point where the deflowered virgin imagined she would be split asunder.
Then those seconds of torture faded as her sensual young body asserted its hungers, her cunt expanding to accommodate for the first time a monstrous cudgel of alarming proportions. And as the pain faded her stimulated cuntal juices acting as lubricant to the ramrodding friction of the old man's pumping weapon, shock and fear slowly dissipated from her mind, her embarrassment subsided and once more she gave in.
The slow writhing from her waist to her buttocks and along her firm young thighs showed the soft slimness of the teenager's blossoming figure; and to the amazement of her younger brother who forced himself to look at his sister, her beautifully formed legs were splaying out, stretching lasciviously as she ground up to encourage the old lecher.
The complete sensuality of his sister's rising passion was the final stimulation to Timmy's tantalizingly imminent orgasm.
He groaned then whimpered into Sissy's oral softness, his young body shaking tremulously as she caressed his tautly flexing buttocks, her cunt extracting every last drop of his white-hot fluid that spurted into her vaginal passage.
Kandy had forgotten that Timmy existed. She was kissing and tonguing back at the old man's hairy lips, her blind passion aroused by the huge rod of flesh expanded inside her, filling every possible space inside the moist walls of her stretched vagina. Nothing else existed-only her cunt and the wanton abandonment of her sex-exuding young body.
Then suddenly it stopped. Fenwick making a few quicker thrusts, grunted shooting a wad of hot cum into her womb. And then, as the frantic girl tried to hold him inside her he pulled out his quickly slackening cock, squishing lewdly in the suction of their juices.
She looked up to see Dixon standing there. He bent over and whispered something in the old man's ear.
CHAPTER TEN
Ellis and Astrid found the Fenwick's notorious lodge with the information that Molly Ronson gave them. They had been admitted by Dixon and requested to wait in the study. He poured them each a large glass of Fenwick's specially aged Scotch well known for its aphrodisiacal qualities and went out to inform his master of their arrival.
After a few minutes a strange change came over Astrid. She had taken Ellis's hand to feel her rapidly arousing pussy, lifting up her skirt and holding the narrow strip of her panties aside for him. She had seen his erection already beginning to bulge.
Why, what's come over her, he wondered? Maybe the woman's got more sex appeal than I ever imagined she had.
"I think that butler is taking a long time," Astrid said huskily. "Maybe we'd better go and look for the kids."
Through the dimly lit lodge they made their way around to the huge garden and as they rounded the side of the house, his frigid wife placed his hand down to feel her moist, erotically aroused pussy. He quickly undid his slacks which dropped to the ground and he kicked them away as he over-anxiously tried to ram his unusually long penis into her cunt while she stood, but he discovered that all he achieved was to slide his member between her thighs and jab into the rear of her panties.
Frantically, Astrid kicked her panties off, gasping and moaning in the sudden heat of desire, as he led her to a soft patch of lawn. They had both removed their shoes and Astrid was in the process of taking off everything when they heard a cry from the back of the house.
"That's Kandy. It sounds like the noise is coming from back around the other garden." Barefooted, Astrid dragged her husband, ignoring the fact that her panties lay somewhere in the garden along with his slacks and that he was now naked from the waist down.
She stumbled on something in her path and Ellis caught her pushing his hardened rod under her bare crotch and letting it ride under her moist cuntal slit. "We've got to find the children," she moaned, moving her hips back and forth to the motion of his cock sliding along the length of her hot cuntal slit.
"They must be in there," Astrid said spotting the striped canopy on the lawn.
When they appeared at the opening none of the orgiastic participants took any notice.
Dixon appeared and poured them two drinks and the couple were surprised to find the short black man now naked just as he was surprised to find the guests' parents half-naked.
Both Astrid and Ellis drank from their glasses and Ellis began to undress his wife.
Most of the people had now left the tent and were strewn around the grounds. Kandy was stumbling along on the grass fiercely gripping Ron's arm. "Now you can borrow my brother," Sissy added with a touch of bitchiness, intimating that she was his rightful mistress. She saw only a blur in the moonlight as Kandy sank down to the floor. She saw her brother being pulled down on top of the teenager and saw the way Kandy quickly spread her legs wide like an experienced whore and with her own hands guide Ron's unsatisfied erection to the juice-flowing cunt his own father had just ravished.
The brunette groped in the bushes whispering for Timmy, found Jacky instead, drinking from a jug and began kissing his mouth, his neck, down his chest and belly to his cock, as erect and throbbingly horny as Ron's and Timmy's which she took slowly and lasciviously on to her tongue to lick the glans then took a great length of it into her cheek-bulging mouth.
Timmy had whispered back to his ravishing seductress as he stumbled about the grounds. His bare foot came in contact with a naked thigh.
He knelt down, feeling with his hand a slim leg he thought was more like Kandy's than Sissy's. He trembled with excitement, his young stiff rod beginning to lubricate with the expectation of illicit lust fulfillment. His hand was guided by the girl's fingers to her up-thrust cunt-as if he was experiencing a dream from which he hoped he would never awaken. He concentrated on remembering his sister's attractive nakedness as, with a groan of pleasure and trembling nervousness he buried his face in the girl's loins which she so invitingly opened up for his searching, flicking tongue.
The girl quietly giggled as she turned her body slowly and carefully under his groping hands so that she could suck feverishly at the avidly cunt-licking boy's wildly jumping prick-and who, she knew, actually believed was making it with his sister. The thought brought Joannie to a higher pitch of cunt quivering desire so rapidly that, among all the young copulating couples on the lawn, she was the first to moan out her climactic satisfaction.
"That was wonderful," she whispered.
"Who's this?" he whispered a surprised tone in his voice, lifting his nose and mouth from the girl's juice-drenched cuntal slit. He felt over the girl's satin skinned belly up to her delicate white breasts that seemed to be the same size as his sister's. He licked the musky flavor of her cunt from his lips.
"Joannie," the girl said. "Did you think it was your sister?"
When he remained silent she knew that she had reached a tender spot in his young psyche, and she offered compensation by rolling over onto him, kissing him passionately on his mouth, his neck and all the way down his body to his loins, taking his stiff boy-prick into her hands so that she could suck at it all around the shaft, over the soft spongy head, and then nibble her teeth at the small area where she knew his glans would throb in response.
Then she lay on her back invitingly close and when he moved his body to poise silently over her wet mound, she added teasingly, to inspire him as well as titillate herself: "Did Kandy ever do this to you?" demonstrating what she meant by pushing him on his back and squatting over him so that she could lower her spread open cunt down over the blushing boy's ceaselessly throbbing erection.
"Did she?" Joannie repeated. Mutely the boy shook his head which she was gently kissing with pouted lips.
"Kiss me on the mouth, so I can taste my cunt from your lips," she whispered lewdly, causing the adolescent boy to grip the girl's thigh so he could shove his prick hard up beneath her rising and falling pussy.
Timmy could hear his sister. "Fuck me, Ron ... oh yes ... your cock is so big in my cunt ... yes ... ohhhhhh yes more cock. ... give it all to me. ... aaaahhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Timmy had no jealous feeling distracting him now, for he had to let go into this passionately trembling girl's juicy cunt. He was suddenly deaf to everything and everyone as his balls seemed to blow apart again. Joannie had quickly slipped off his hotly throbbing cock as she felt the orgasm building up, and she darted her head down where her clamping pussy had been and she gulped his fiery cock into her mouth while the pubescent boy shot his jets of hot sperm into the back of her swallowing throat.
And then he heard Sissy. "Timmy, where are you? Come and have a drink ... follow my voice ... over by the wall," she urged in a husky voice, guiding her young victim to where they were all gathered together, legs and bodies crossed and continuously writhing in reaction to the continuing effects of the aphrodisiac. Three girls willingly accepted erotic kisses from each other, as well as from two other boys on all the intimate parts of their bodies, kissing sucking and licking in the protective intimacy of the darkness.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Let's get out of here and go into the grounds. I want you to fuck me Ellis," Astrid gasped.
Ellis was taken aback by his wife's sudden use of obscenity but was more than happy to comply. His projecting penis was hard and throbbing and slimily wet from his exuding lubricating juices which his wife spread with her hands along his shaft.
"I'm with you ... Let's get out of here," he suggested, pressing his fleshy rod flat against her soft belly.
Just as orgasm-obsessed as the young lovers were, they lay on the grass quietly and over to their right they could make out two other couples fucking like rutting beasts. Soon the listeners heard the groans of the man cumming, followed shortly after by the woman's loud whimpering before she too raised her gasping sounds to a climax that indicated her orgasm; then they began again, emitting occasional loud slurping suction noises as the man's penis worked energetically into the woman's cum-flooded cunt.
The six young lovers on the grass were sufficently engrossed in fucking to ignore the two new lovers. Kandy noticed the two dark gray forms but couldn't identify them. She had a new worry. Who was the unfamiliar person lying over her, his cock buried satisfyingly stiff inside her convulsively twitching pussy, his mouth sucking and licking over her maddeningly tight round breasts? She could tell, as she touched the youth's head and shoulders with her fingers that it wasn't Ron. Was it Jacky? she thought, excited that she could be experiencing someone new.
"Jacky?" she whispered.
She felt his body immediately stop its sliding motion over her perspiring nakedness.
"Huh?"
"Jacky?" she repeated. "Oh dear god. It's my brother!"
Her fears were confirmed when the youth slowly shook his head to clear the fog from his mind and answered her.
"It's Timmy ... god, Kandy---I'll leave."
The boy held her tightly to him as he whispered, but slowly began to ease his cock out.
"No," his sister hissed, her sex-hungry body dictating her quick decision. "Put it back in. ... I want you to fuck me!" The wantonly abandoned sister knew very well that the others would know but then they knew about Sissy and Ron and no one cared. God! Timmy's lovely boy-cock hard inside her. She had been pulling his taut buttocks fiercely against her loins; they had lecherously kissed and tongued each other, and he had brought her nipples to a more maddening hardness than she had ever felt with Ron. He mustn't stop now, her darling brother, he mustn't stop.
His sister's encouragement was all the boy needed to overcome his natural terror of being found out. He too experienced sharp pangs of guilt, but he easily stifled them by the realization of his fantasies formed during those countless days and nights of wanting to be naked and alone with his beautiful sister. Put it back in, she had ordered him. He did, sliding his pounding, pulsating cock slowly into the moistly clenching cunt of his sister as she pulled the mouth down to hers so that they could experience their newfound intimacy to the fullest. His body afire with a lust he had never before experienced, and-he felt-would never experience again, Timmy could feel his inspired cock swelling bigger and bigger as Kandy dug her heels into his pumping buttocks to force his incestuous member as deeply into her orgasm-engendering cunt as it would possibly go.
The young blonde wanted to make her kid brother's fuck with her something they would always remember, using every atom of willpower to withhold her orgasm until he reached his, which was about to happen very soon.
When it did, when the boy's blood-filled young penis thickened even more inside her cunt and his body sweated with the onslaught of cumming, the whole garden seemed to erupt with the sounds of joyful climactic satisfaction. Kandy let herself go, bucking up with her firm young buttocks in rapid movements to match her kid brother's furious fucking to orgasm-blind, as were most of the others on the lawn.
"Keep fucking, my lovely brother ... fuck me deeper, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The girl's climaxing moans merged with her brother's cries as he groaned. "Oh Kandy I'm cumming ... I'm cumming in your cunt...."
His final thrusts at his sister's demand were as rough and hard prodding as a man's and the wickedly illicit thought of her brother fucking her just when she wanted it, right at the moment of her orgasm release, heightened for the girl the wonderful satisfaction she was experiencing. Deep within her, she knew that one night, soon, she would find an excuse to sleep in the same bed as Timmy. No one would ever find out their secret.
Ellis was just gasping out the last of his orgasm when he heard what had to be his two children. He tried to catch his breath and clambered to his feet leaving Astrid still spread-eagled on the ground.
He followed the voices and stood staring at his children in stunned disbelief.
In the dim light he could make out Kandy her legs wrapped around his fourteen year old son, her heels digging into the crease of his buttocks. Those lovely young legs of hers, trapping her kid brother. It was simply unbelievable. He waited until they fell apart gasping until he spoke.
"Kandy," he said with a tremor in his voice "Timmy, what's going on here?"
Both his children sat bolt upright and his beautiful daughter began babbling...
"Oh, daddy, I don't know what came over us here. We had this drink and then I just couldn't help myself ... Oh, daddy, please don't be mad at me," she whimpered, sitting up and putting her arms around her father.
The feel of his daughter's tender young flesh pressed against his caused Ellis to have an instant erection. He put his arms around her and almost unconsciously she began rubbing her breasts against her father's chest and when she sat up she could rub her wet cunt on his thigh.
"Oh my baby," he whispered with a grunt as he uncontrollably began stroking her breasts and then his great hand spread her legs and roughly he began kneading her clitoris until she was writhing in pleasurable agony on the grass..."My Kandy ... how I want you..."
"Oh, daddy, I want you too ... fuck me. ... I want you to put your wonderful cock in my cunt...."
"Oh, angel, there's a better way," he whispered half out of his mind with lust for his sixteen year old daughter. "Kneel up."
Kandy did as her father told her and he straddled her belly, thumbing the soft moons of Kandy's buttocks apart before driving his tongue sharply into her puckered virginal ass-hole.
Suddenly unable to control himself he lunged forward his ramrod hard cock plundering into his daughter's ass-hole.
For a few moments she was so shocked and seared with the pain she couldn't move but gradually her rear passage began to adjust to the baseball sized cock and she began waggling her ass around it so she could take it deeper.
"Oh daddy ... I never knew it would be so good ... I love you ... in my ass-hole....."
"Turn her over, dad," Timmy suddenly piped up with authority and as his father did he was ready to ram back into his sister's cunt while his father fucked her in the ass!
Kandy had not believed that it could get any better, but she found that it could. ... A whole lot better!
