My sister Janice eloped when she was eighteen with some guy she met one evening at a dance. It proved to be an unsatisfactory relationship, and six months later she returned to live with us in our two family home in Bensonhurst. My parents were eager for her to enroll in a Community College, but Janice was never too keen on education. Instead she got a job as a check-out clerk in a supermarket. It wasn't much, but it kept her off the streets and provided her with a little pocket money for clothes.
Although I was younger than Janice by two, years, my parents have always treated me with more respect, probably because I am a boy. Before her ill fated marriage, Janice resented my air of superiority and made it a habit to ignore my advice. If I told her to do one thing, she would invariably turn around and do exactly the opposite.
After returning to live with us, however, I noticed a definite change in her attitude toward me. Whether this change was the result of her bad experience, or something else, I do not know. Nevertheless, I am sure that she began to look up to me with an almost unnatural reverence.
Very often, after school I would go out walking with her hand in hand, and on weekends the two of us would go to movies together. Janice became possessive and began to insist that I spend my free time with her. She dragged me along when she went shopping-even if it was for the most intimate apparel. I would protest that I knew nothing about woman's panties or hosiery or brassieres or pantyhose. What help could I be when she went shopping for those garments? Nevertheless, Janice insisted that I come along with her.
Naturally, if I had known the consequences of her newly found affections for me, I would have run as from fire. But how could I have known that she was beginning to think of me, not as a brother, but as a lover? How could I have known the secret desire which impelled her toward me like an impending catastrophe? I only thought that she was lonely, and I tried as best I could, to be a companion for her, to act as a friend and an adviser. After all, she had just been through a rather harrowing experience, and I could see the scars which it had left upon her.
One afternoon, a Thursday afternoon in the last week in April, I returned from basketball practice about two o'clock and found my sister sitting at the dining room table, silently weeping. There was no one else in the house, and Janice probably hadn't heard me come inside because she didn't look up to greet me.
I stared at her for several seconds, and suddenly I felt various conflicting emotions well up in my heart. I have to admit that I felt sorry for her and I wished to rush to her and comfort her. I wanted to take her in my arms and wipe away her sorrow and stop her weeping.
But, I must also confess, my feelings were not completely altruistic. Her long red hair seemed so soft, so silky as it fell gently across the side of her face, onto the slope of her shoulders. Her skin seemed as white as ivory, and her round, voluptuous bosom pressed warmly against the buttons of her blue supermarket uniform. She was wearing a short skirt which reached down to mid-thigh as she sat, exposing an ample portion of her long, supple legs.
For no reason at all, I began to tremble all over. I had to bite my lips in order to regain self-control. For several seconds, I stood and watched her, wondering what it would be like to have sex with her. Would she resist me if I made an advance? Would she try to stop me?
No, I thought to myself. Janice isn't the type of girl to resist anything. I felt quite confident that I could have my way with her. If I wanted to fuck her, she would oblige. This feeling of complete domination which I experienced at that moment, served as a most potent aphrodisiac. I could feel a hardness grow inside of my pants, as my mouth grew dry.
"Janice," I called out hoarsely." What's the matter? Why aren't you at work?"
She jumped, as though I had touched her with a hot iron, "Oh, It's you.... I didn't hear you come in. I quit my job today."
"Really, I thought you liked it there?"
"Oh, it was a boring job," she replied, trying to act composed. "I didn't really like it They worked me like a dog and paid me a lousy two dollars and a quarter an hour. I should have quit a long time ago."
She wasn't telling the truth and I knew it. Something had happened to her at the store, and I was determined to find out what I walked over to her and put my arm around her shoulders and led her into the living room. She followed me quite naturally, like a little puppy following her master.
"Listen, Janice," I said, sitting on the couch, opposite from her. "Why were you crying?"
"It's nothing." she answered, her eyes averting my gaze.
"Tell me," I insisted. "It's no good to keep these things bottled up inside. What made you cry?"
"All right, if you have to know," she said. "I was having this affair with a man who works in the store and today he broke it off. That's what happened, if you must know."
I was a bit puzzled. If she was having an affair with someone, she sure had kept a good secret of it. She never went out at night, and on the weekends, when she did go to a movie or shopping, it was either with me or with my mother. She hardly left the house alone, except when she went to work, which kept her occupied from nine-thirty in the morning till six-thirty in the evening.
"How's it possible?" I asked. "You haven't gone out on a date since..."-I hesitated-"since the annulment How could you be having an affair, when no one knows about it?"
"Oh, Bobby, it's not even an affair," she laughed. "The guy never took me anywhere, and he hardly even acted like he knew me. He just used me, like a rag. I guess he's gotten tired of me or something, cause he just told me not to bother him anymore. What an idiot I was to fall for a prick like that."
"What guy?" I asked. "Is it someone you work with?"
"Yeah," Janice replied. "It's the guy who works in the appetizer department in the supermarket. It started with him about two months ago. One day the two of us were downstairs in the basement having lunch. We got to talking, and then he made a pass at me."
"So...."
"So, I fell for him. I mean, he didn't lie to me about anything. He told me that he was married and had three brats. He never told me that he loved me or anything like that. I guess he was just looking for some action on the side. He liked to bang me and I enjoyed getting banged and that was the extent of our short lived affair."
"When did you do it?" I asked. "Don't tell me that he screwed you during work."
Janice nodded. "It may sound funny, but that's just how it happened. A lot of times the two of us would go down to the storage room in the basement. He used to fuck me while I was standing up. I would pull up my skirt and drop my panties, and he would stick it into me. A couple of times he gave it to me in the meat freezer. Once or twice we did it in the manager's office. Hell, we must have done it in every goddamn corner of that goddamn supermarket. Once, after the store was closed, I gave him a blow job while he was sitting inside one of those carts. I guess the manager must have complained that he was getting paid to work and not play, so that's why he told me to get lost."
As Janice spoke, she crossed her legs once or twice, and for brief seconds I would catch a glimpse of her panties underneath her skirt. My head began to spin and I could almost smell the wild aroma that emanated from her body. I could almost feel the heat of her flesh, even though I was sitting a good ten feet away from her.
I tried as best as I could to ignore the temptations of her sexuality, but I was fighting a losing battle. The story she had told me about her affair only served to enrage my passions, to excite me to a point where I could hardly control myself. The more I attempted to suppress the forbidden thoughts that pounded in my brain, the more insistent those thoughts became, plaguing me like little devils with horned heads. What started out for me as a tiny spark of curiosity was building, slowly and unavoidably into a mighty conflagration.
Janice must have sensed my feelings, because she started to pull down on her skirt, and cross her legs tightly. like a fool, I stared at her breasts, at their round softness, and my eyes made her uncomfortable and she began to fidget.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "You're looking at me in a funny way, not at all the way a brother is supposed to look at a sister."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything."
Janice suddenly started to laugh: "I've seen that look before. Yes, I know that I've seen that look before. Do you want to know when."
"When?"
"Whenever someone wants to fuck me," she replied. "I'm ashamed of you Bobby. After all, I am your sister, you know. Don't tell me that I turn you on."
Suddenly Janice seemed more relaxed, as though she had just made up her mind about something very important. Her legs spread apart so that I could see the creamy flesh of her thighs further up. I could see all the way up to her panties, and for a second I even imagined that I saw the outline of her slit pressed against them. But of course this was my imagination playing tricks on me. It was much too dark for me to see that far up her skirt.
"Do I turn you on?" she asked once again.
"You're crazy," I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"That's what you say!" she exclaimed. "But I've been around long enough to know when a boy wants me!"
"Come off it," I protested. "I'm your brother!"
"So?" Janice laughed. "My girlfriend Judy once did it with her brother. Of course she was only fifteen at the time, and he was twenty. But it goes to show you, nothing is sacred. Would you like to fuck me, Bobby? The truth now. Supposing you had the opportunity, would you use it?"
"Well, maybe I would."
"Ha," she laughed. "Men are all alike, even my own little brother. You're a good looking boy, you know. For seventeen, you look good to me. I have to admit that I've wondered more than once what it would be like to fuck you. Are you shocked?"
"No," I stuttered. "A couple of times when I saw you coming out of your bedroom, wearing only your nightgown, I've had some ideas myself. But the important thing is that we don't let these things get out of control."
Janice got up from where she was sitting, and sat down on the couch opposite me.
"You know," she said. "When we were younger, I used to think that you were a snotty prig. But I've grown sort of fond of you, since I've come back to live here. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I think about you. Do you think it's love?"
"No," I replied.
"Then what would you call it?"
"Sex, I guess. That's what I feel toward you."
For a moment she stared into my eyes and I stared into hers and we both knew what would follow. Almost instinctively I threw my arms around her neck, and pulled her toward me. I kissed her hard on the lips, pressing my tongue into her mouth, rubbing it against her shiny white teeth, against her gums and the hard ridges of her upper palate. The taste of her sweet saliva mingled with mine, as she sucked my tongue deep inside of her. She bit on it, softly at first, and then more sharply.
Slowly, almost instinctively, my hands explored the fruits of her young, voluptuous body. I pawed her knees and her legs, and I reached between her creamy soft thighs. Janice spread them apart for me, giving my fingers plenty of room.
As my nails rubbed against her stockings, they made a sharp uncomfortable hiss. I squeezed the warmth of her inner thigh as I reached up to the very fringes of her panties. Gently I nuzzled my way inside, so that in another second I touched the forbidden treasure of her sexuality. She jumped as my fingers pulled open the slit of her cunt and pushed their way inside her moist hole.
I fingered her nice and tenderly, frigging the inner walls of her sopping wet orifice. She responded by closing her legs tightly around my hand and sucking my fingers into her with all her might. I could feel her insides churning, as she revolved her buttocks and moved back and forth, as though she were seated on a package of sharp needles.
"Bobby, kiss me," she cried.
As I continued to finger her, I bent over and kissed her neck and throat. I bit her earlobe, and gently blew into her ear. She tingled all over, pressing herself closer to me, rubbing her soft, milky breasts against my chest.
I pulled my finger out of her cunt, and reached up to her blue supermarket smock. I unbuttoned it gently, one button at a time, lifting her hands as I pulled it off of her. Then my hands climbed up her back, to the hooks of her brassiere. I slowly undid them, pulling off the cups and releasing the large breasts that were imprisoned underneath. They looked like two white mounds of snow, capped by a pair of nipples that were hard and firm as cherries.
"They're beautiful," I said. "Did anyone ever tell you that you had a beautiful pair of jugs."
Janice laughed: "Let's see what you've got."
"Okay," I replied. "Go on and open my zipper."
She did, reaching inside with her slender fingers. She grabbed hold of my cock and pulled it out. It was as hard as a rock, jutting up like a spear at a forty five degree angle. Janice bent over and kissed it tenderly on the head. Then she laved it with her tongue, licking it so that it was all covered with her hot saliva.
"Looks like we've gone too far to turn back now," she whispered. "Let's go into my room to do it. You'll enjoy it much better if you fuck me on the bed, instead of out here in the living room. Besides, you might leave a stain out here, and that wouldn't be at all good."
"I wonder what Mom would say, if she knew what we were doing?"
Janice laughed: "I could just imagine the look on her face if she could only see us now. Me with my titties hanging out, and you with your cock sticking out of your pants. I'm sure that it would drive her up the wall. I don't think that Daddy would like it either. He's such a stuffed shirt, that he still hasn't forgiven me for running off and eloping without his permission. If they could only see us now!"
Janice got up off the couch and picked up her brassiere and her smock. Afterwards she took my hand and she led me into her bedroom and she closed the door. She made me sit on the bed and watch as she stripped.
"Do you want to see me naked?" she asked.
I nodded.
Slowly she unzipped the side of her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. Her flaming red hair sparkled like fire, and her teeth flashed a smile.
"Do you want to look at my cunt?" she asked. "Do you want to smell it?"
I nodded again, trembling as I looked into her face, at her jiggling breasts, at her come stained panties. Underneath I could see the soft triangle of dark red fur that grew up from between her legs like a curly beard. I could also make out the outline of her slit as it pressed against the reinforced fabric at the crotch of her panties.
Janice must have known that she was teasing me as she played the stripper while I watched from the bed. She danced around the room for awhile, swaying her hips gently, throwing her arms in the air as she shook her head round and round.
"Please," I screamed. "I can't stand it anymore."
Janice reached down and undid the buckle of her garter belt. First she rolled one stocking down her leg, and then the other, so that in a second she was standing in front of me, wearing only a pair of bikini panties.
She walked over to me, and pulled her hands around my neck and pulled my head towards her bosom. She buried me in her cleavage, nearly smothering me with her affections. Just as I was about to pull her down on the bed, next to me, she pulled away.
"Not yet," she smiled. "First I have to take off my panties, lover boy."
She tugged at the elastic waistband of her undergarment, gently pulling it across her belly and rump, down past her thighs and calves, till it fell around her ankles. She kicked the fragrant garment with her toes, standing completely naked in front of me.
"Do you want to look at my cunt?" she asked. "Do you want me to spread my legs for you."
"Yes," I replied.
Janice did as I asked, and for the first time I had a clear, unimpeded view of her sexual gene-talia. I had never seen a more delightful vision in all my born days. She was all red down there, between her legs, the folds of her labia hanging down like overripe fruit, her clitoris tingling, her legs trembling before my gaze.
I quickly unbuckled my belt, and pulled off my trousers and then my shorts and my shirt, so that I too was completely naked, throwing my shoes and socks on a chair across the room. I took Janice's hand and pulled her into bed with me, underneath the covers, so that we were nice and snug inside, just a brother and sister holding one another.
I could feel the warmth of her flesh as it yielded to mine and the exciting fragrance of her sexuality as it emanated from her vagina, rising up like a fog as it wrapped itself around my body. The entire room seemed covered with the salty smell of her cunt. She was sweating all over, underneath her armpits, between her legs and around her neck. It wasn't an ordinary kind of sweat, the kind that offends, the kind that disgusts. Rather it was the smell of sex, the wild, earthy smell of passion, a smell the entices, a smell that intoxicates.
I kissed my sister Janice, my beautiful red headed sister, on her soft white throat, gently biting her shoulders and neck. My face slowly descended and in a second I was sucking on her breasts. At first I bit a little too hard, trying to eat her up, to swallow her round, bouncy mammaries. I caressed them tenderly, kissing them with my lips, licking them with my tongue, biting them with my teeth.
Janice moaned as I took her nipples into my mouth and chewed them tenderly. With my hands I kneaded the buttery flesh of her breasts, cupping them in my palms, squeezing them and pinching them till she started to writhe on the bed like a snake.
I continued to explore her young body with my hands and mouth, kissing her stomach and belly, inserting my finger into her fragrant navel, making her jump as I touched the warmth of her inner thighs.
Slowly I moved my face across her body, lower and lower, past her pubic forest, until I finally reached the golden gates of the Garden of Eden.
Janice spread her legs wide apart, so that my mouth had easy access. She pushed her cunt into my face, and I kissed it tenderly. I traced the outline of the deep slit with my tongue, licking all the way to the crack of her ass. She tasted a bit salty down there, but I didn't mind. In fact, the flavor was rather enjoyable once I got used to it. I lapped up the thick feminine juices that were dripping out of her hole, prying open the drape-like folds of her labia.
I could hear Janice give out a slight animal, moan as I grabbed her honey-pearl between my thumb and my forefinger. She began to shake wildly as I squeezed her throbbing clitoris.
"Take it into your mouth." she instructed. "I like it when a man takes it into his mouth."
I lifted it up with my tongue and sucked it inside, the way you would suck in the insides of a clam. I bit onto it tenderly, not hard enough to damage her, but applying enough pressure so that she would feel what I was doing. I licked her clit and applied an exhilarating friction against its surface with my lips and teeth. Then, I continued my explorations, inserting my finger and then my eager tongue into her love hole. It was deep, dark and dank inside. She was moist and juicy and I could tell that she was ready for the big bang. I gave her pussy one last kiss, the good-bye kiss, before I lifted my head up from between her legs. I climbed on top of her, reaching with my hands underneath her soft, round buttocks. I grabbed hold of them with my palms and lifted her. Then I pushed my knee between her thighs, and opened her up. Although I wasn't a very experienced lover, having only laid three other girls before Janice, it seemed to me that I was doing a pretty good job on her. I had her nice and hot, eager for my cock, and now I was getting ready to shove it into her.
At that moment a sudden pang of guilt swept over me. I don't know what exactly caused it. Maybe it was her face, lying softly on the pillow, her eyes closed, her lips half parted. Maybe it was the picture of me and her and our parents that I saw on the dresser to my right. Or maybe it was my conscience trying to stop me from taking that last step.
"What's taking you so long?" Janice suddenly asked. "Don't tell me that you're chickening out? Don't tell me that you're not going to do it to me.
"In a second, bitch," I replied, biting my lip. Nothing was going to stop me, not after I had come so far. I wanted to fuck her so bad that I could taste it. No, I wasn't backing out. It was really too late to back out at this point.
I kissed Janice on her breasts, as I rammed my horn into her cunt. The first time I couldn't get it completely in because I wasn't positioned right. Janice lifted herself up just a little bit, and the next time I slid into her without a hitch.
"Ahhhhhh..." she cried. "Oh Bobby, darling! Sweet, sweet Bobby!"
I shoved my cock in till it was well imbedded inside of her cunt, and she closed her legs around it just like an oyster, swallowing me into her womb. I could feel the teeth of her cunt chewing at me, her vaginal muscles expanding and contracting around my organ, hauling at it, massaging it, biting it and caressing it.
The two of us rolled around the bed, locked in a sweaty, slippery embrace. At first I was on top of her, and then she was on top of me and then we were lying side by side. You know how they portray sex in books and in movies? It's supposed to be a gentle, lyrical thing, a poetic exercise. Well, it wasn't that way with me and my sister. Rather, it was a power struggle, a physical contest for sexual dominance. It seemed almost as though she was a bronco and I was a rider, trying to break her. She kept bucking up and down, trying to throw me, trying to beat me in this violent game. But I held onto her with all my strength. I couldn't lose to her. I couldn't let her dominate. I had to stay on top no matter what.
Janice was able to upset me once, making me turn over as she sat above, holding my cock firmly with the muscles of cunt. Her breasts jiggled up and down, heaving like two hard ripe pomegranates. Her nipples were hard and ripe, and her flaming red hair was pasted down against her forehead, wet with perspiration.
I reached up with my hands to her belly and I pushed her over and in a second our positions were reversed. I held her firmly this time and I wouldn't let her go. I kept jerking my cock into her and soon I could feel a rumbling in her womb. She began to shake her hips and her pelvis, digging her fingernails into my back. She ripped me mercilessly, biting my lips. Suddenly her convulsions came. The sweet moment of climax, that sweet orgasm which I had produced started slowly at first and then with more force. She began to shake and heave her buttocks, tightening her arms and her legs. She stiffened as the waves of pleasure enveloped her body and then she relaxed. This continued for several moments, as she stiffened and then relaxed again and again, a soft moan emanating from her lips.
It didn't take much longer for me to come. I tried to hold myself back as much as possible. I tried to postpone my ejaculation by breathing deeply and tightening my muscles. But soon I couldn't stand it any longer. I let go and found sweet release as the thick heavy cream shot out of my cock in short, sharp machine gun spurts. I emptied myself inside of her and then I fell back, completely exhausted.
We lay in each other's embrace for about ten minutes. By that time, my once mighty organ was limp and relatively small. I rolled off Janice and pulled it out. She patted it with her fingers and bent over to give it a kiss.
"You know, brother," she said. "If I knew that you could fuck like that, then I would have come to you a long time ago. How the hell did you get to be so good?"
"I don't know," I replied, quite pleased with my performance.
"How do you feel now that it's all over?" she asked.
"Relaxed.... I feel mighty relaxed."
"No, I don't mean that," she chafed. "I mean, do you feel guilty or anything "
"Not really," I lied. "I liked it. It was nice fucking you. We ought to do it again sometime."
Suddenly Janice looked up at the clock. It was almost a quarter to six. Our mother, who was downtown shopping, would be home at any moment.
"Get dressed," Janice said. "Quickly, get out of my room."
When she wasn't looking I took her panties along with me, hiding them in my closet, underneath my bowling ball. Later that night, before I went to sleep, I locked my door and took my sister's panties to bed with me. I put them next to my face and sniffed them all over, especially at the crotch, where the reinforced fabric was still slightly damp. Before I knew it, I was rubbing my cock against the garment. I jerked off inside of them, and then then fell asleep.
Later that night, I had a dream about Janice. Needless to say, it was a wet one.
CHAPTER TWO
For the next two weeks I was consumed by an unbearable passion. The vision of Janice's sweet body served as a constant torment. I found myself unable to concentrate on my schoolwork and at basketball practice I performed so horribly that the coach threatened to drop me from the team.
My parents thought that I was ill when they noticed the way I lost my appetite and suggested that I consult a doctor. How could I explain to them the real source of my malady? Could they possibly understand my incestuous desires? Would they forgive me if I confessed the sin that I had committed? Even more important, could I possibly forgive myself for what I had done that Thursday afternoon to Janice?
I found myself torn apart by two conflicting emotions, and there seemed no way to resolve them. On the one hand I detested myself for what had happened, and on the other I was eager for more of the same.
There were many times during those two weeks when I almost lost control, and found myself walking toward Janice's room. It was by sheer will alone that I was able to resist my impulses.
When my sister saw the anxiety on my face, she only laughed. All day long she taunted me with her wicked eyes. When the two of us were alone she would ask: "Don't you like me anymore, Bobby? Why don't you come into my room tonight and have a good time? Don't you want to?"
The bitch wouldn't let me rest. Sometimes she left her bedroom door open, and undressed when I walked by. Other times she would sit down in the living room, opposite me, and spread her legs wide apart when we were alone. Underneath she would be completely naked, so that I could see all the way up her legs, right to her naked cunt.
One night, a rainy evening two weeks later, I found myself tossing and turning on my sweaty sheets, unable to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep, but that didn't help. I tried to read, but the words blurred in front of my eyes, turning into an incredible vision of Janice's luscious body.
I looked up at the clock on my bureau, and saw that it was a quarter past two in the morning. I finally got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen where I fixed myself a cheese sandwich with a glass of cold milk.
By the time I finished eating, a half hour had elapsed and I felt a little better. I sat back and stared blankly at the white kitchen tiles, trying, to drive all thoughts from my mind. I just wanted to relax, and perhaps then I would be able to fall into a peaceful sleep. I decided that as soon as school was dismissed at the end of June, I would pack my clothes and hitchhike to Canada. If I got away from my sister, maybe my sanity could be restored? Maybe I would be able to forget all about her.
Suddenly a soft, creaky sound disturbed me. I checked the front door and the windows, thinking that it might be a burglar. No one was there. Was the sound coming from Janice's room? I walked over to the threshold, but all was quiet. She was fast asleep, dreaming about whatever young girls dream about.
It was at that moment that I saw a shadowy light that was coming through the partly opened door of my parent's bedroom. I tiptoed over to look-and what I saw, shocked me beyond belief! My parents have always been rather bland people, and I have never thought of them as having sex together.
I could see, through the crack in the door, my father sitting on the bed, with his feet dangling over the side, completely naked. His cock was rather small and limp, hanging like a worm on two large rocks.
My mother was standing with her back towards me, her full, fleshy buttocks, dimpling as she moved. From what I saw of her, she was a rather attractive woman for someone in her late forties, with a round voluptuous body, and clean white skin that seemed to sparkle in the light. In fact there were only slight traces of flab to be found on her back and along her thighs. Otherwise, she was rather well preserved. Her long red hair was tied in a bandana (the only thing that she was wearing) , and she stood in front of my father holding a pair of yellow panties.
"What's the matter Alex?" she said. "Every night it's the same thing. Can't you do it to me?"
My father replied: "I don't know what's wrong? I went to the doctor, and he said that I was completely healthy. He thinks that the two of us have fallen into a rut, and that's why I can't get it hard."
"Are you trying to say that it's my fault," my mother whispered hoarsely.
"No, I'm not saying that. It's just that the doctor said that we should experiment more with other positions. He says that the two of us should learn how to relax more, and not try so hard. He said that I shouldn't worry so much about it."
"But it's been almost a month now, and you still haven't improved. Can't you get an erection?"
"Sometimes I do," whispered my father. "In the office, when I see the secretaries walk by in their short skirts, you should see the way I pop up."
"So why can't you do it now?"
"I'm bored... Can't we try some new things, honey? Maybe that will wake me up."
"You're bored? You have some nerve...."
"Listen," my father sighed. "There's no point getting angry. We ought to discuss this like two mature people. The doctor told me that many couples get into a rut after twenty years of marriage, and unless they experiment, sex becomes uninteresting."
"What kind of experiments did he have in mind?"
"He suggested that we try oral sex."
My mother threw her arms into the air: "Are you going to start that again? Do you expect me to take your pecker into my mouth? What kind of woman do you think I am?"
"Oh, come off it," my father laughed. "You make everything sound so goddamn awful. What's so wrong about taking it into your mouth? Animals do it."
"Well..." my mother stammered. "I'm not an animal. I still have a sense of decency. I've told you many times in the past that if you wanted a blowjob, you know where you can go."
"Come off it," my father whispered angrily. "I don't want to have sex with a prostitute. I love you, and I want you to do it to me. C'mon! Why don't you try it? I mean, what do you have to lose? If you don't like it after the first time, then we can try something else."
"No," my mother repeated, stamping her feet. "I refuse to take your cock into my mouth. I don't care what anyone says. After all, we wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you. Why the hell can't you get it hard?"
"Oh shut up," my Father snapped back. "Don't you go blaming me again. Do you think that I want to be impotent? Do you think I enjoy it?"
My mother paced back and forth across the room, biting her fingers as she moved.
"Did the Doctor tell you anything else?" she asked. "Maybe we can try some other thing?"
"Well, he suggested cunnilingus," whispered my father.
"What's that?"
"You know what it is," sighed my father. "He wants me to suck you. He wants me to lick your vagina. He thinks that I might get turned on that way."
My mother started to laugh: "What does he think we are? Perverts or something? What kind of a doctor is he?"
"Don't be impossible, Edith," my father said. "I think that he's a very intelligent man. I mean, what harm could there be, if you let me suck you? I've always wanted to do it, but I was afraid to ask because I knew how you would react."
"But it's perverted, isn't it? How could you possibly enjoy licking my hole? It's all smelly and wet down there."
"But that's just it," my father whispered. "I like the way it smells. Sometimes, when I stick my finger inside, I pull it out and smell it. I tell you, Edith, the aroma drives me crazy. I like the way your pussy smells."
My mother turned around and sat on the bed, beside my father. Her breasts were large, and deliciously white. They jiggled and danced when she moved, and I watched the way her nipples stiffened till they were as hard as hazel nuts.
From where I was watching, I had a rather good view of her cunt, and I could make out the delightfully moist folds that guarded the opening. She was a large woman, like my sister Janice, and I could see the glistening drops of syrup that flowed out of the vaginal orifice, onto the sides of her buttery thighs. A lush, dark red pubic forest grew above her slit, and the strands of hair seemed to shimmer and glow in the shadowy light that came from the lamp on the bureau.
"Well?" my father asked, turning towards her. "Will you let me do it to you?"
My mother took the yellow panties that she had been clutching in her hand and she rubbed it between her legs, moving it back and forth against her slit. After several seconds the fabric grew damp. She picked up the panties and she put them next to my father's mouth.
"Do you like the way they smell?" she asked. "You know, sometimes I get turned on by the smell myself. I never told anyone about it."
"Really?" my father said, breathing deeply as he filled his nostrils with the fragrant aroma that rose from the panties.
"Oh," my mother continued. "I might as well confess. Sometimes, when I'm all alone in the bathroom, I stick my finger in my hole till it's very wet and then I lick it dry. I've always enjoyed the smell of your jockey shorts, or the smell of Bobby's underwear."
"I didn't know that," my father said.
"Yes," my mother nodded. "Very often, before I go to the laundry, I'll sift through the clothes for Janice's panties, or your shorts and I'll smell them. Would you believe that I can get an orgasm that way."
I could see my father's limp cock begin to rise. He threw his arms around my mother and kissed her on her neck and throat, letting his face fall to her large breasts. He kissed each of them, sucking them into his mouth, biting on them with his teeth and licking them with his long tongue.
"What brought that on?" my mother suddenly asked. She was sitting on the bed, with her legs over the side, spread wide apart. She began to giggle, as my father went down on his knees, in front of her, so that his face was on the same level as her cunt.
"Oh, Alex," she laughed. "You're not going to do it, are you?"
"Yes," my father replied.
"I'm afraid, Alex." she cried.
My father got up, and picked up the yellow panties that were lying on the bed.
"Open your mouth," he said.
When my mother opened her mouth, he took the moist undergarment, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it inside.
"For heaven's sake, Edith!" he exclaimed. "Shut up, while I do it to you!"
He got down on his knees again, and started to kiss her legs. First he kissed her toes, and the soles of her feet, and then his mouth traveled upwards, along the soft, trembling flesh of her calves, till he reached her milky white thighs. I could see the way he sniffed the area first, before continuing. He breathed deeply, as he pulled her legs wide apart. He kissed and bit her simultaneously, and she began to moan softly.
Gently, my father's face traveled up her leg, across the broad expanse of her trembling inner thighs, till he was only inches away from the reddish crack that waited for his lips. He hesitated at first, and then he fell upon it, like a lion upon a lamb. He pressed his lips against her slit and kissed it hard. As he licked her wildly between her legs, my mother's hands reached up for her breasts.
It was almost as though she were engaged in a mastubatory fantasy. While my father licked her cunt, she manipulated her breasts with her fingers. She squeezed the white flesh and pinched them anxiously. I could see the way she grabbed her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, applying an exhilarating friction to their surface.
She pinched them delightfully, throwing back her head, licking her lips with her tongue.
"Ahhhhhh..." she cried, squeezing her legs around my father's neck. She began to bounce up and down on the bed, pushing her cunt into his face. I heard the slurping sound that came from my father's tongue. He licked the hole with a wild, uncontrollable passion. He kissed it, and bit into the soft folds of her labia with his eager mouth. I could see small drops of perspiration form on his back, as he continued to eat that heavenly meal.
"Are you hard yet?" my mother suddenly asked. My father continued to suck her cunt for awhile longer, and then he pushed her legs apart and got up.
"Are you hard?" she asked again. Then she looked and when she saw his erection, she squealed with delight.
"It's just beautiful," she laughed. "You're in full bloom again. Now we can really have some fun."
Wearing only a bandana around her hair, my mother looked twenty years younger at that moment. It was as though she wasn't my mother, but a young beautiful stranger. I could feel myself grow full with desire, as I stared at her naked body. I wanted to rush into the room and jump on top of her. I wanted to grab hold of her pear shaped breasts and fondle and caress them. I wanted to make love to her, and I wanted her to make love to me.
Frozen in place, I knew that I was dreaming an impossible dream. She would never be mine, and I would never make love to her.
I continued to watch as she put out her hand to my father and pulled him into bed.
"Did you like the way I smelled?" she asked.
"It was delicious," my father replied. "It was really great sucking your pussy. We've got to do it more often."
"I'll say we do!" my mother exclaimed. She reached down and she grabbed hold of my father's tool, squeezing it with all her might. Soon she started to rub it. First slowly, then more vigorously. She reached underneath, to his trembling balls, and tickled them with her fingers.
"How does that feel?" she asked. "Do you like it when I rub your cock?"
"It feels good," he replied, brimming with confidence. He kissed my mother on her mouth, as his arms fell around her waist. He reached down and stroked her ass. He squeezed her buttocks, as he kissed her again and again on her lips and on her chin and on her nose.
"Honey," he whispered. "I've got an idea that I'd like to try out. Don't get angry at me when I tell you."
"Don't worry," my mother replied. "Just as long as you don't ask me to take your cock into my mouth."
"No it's not that," my father explained. "But you know that whenever we screw, we always do it with me lying on top of you. I think that we should change positions. Did you ever see the way dogs do it?"
"You mean, from the back?"
"Exactly," my father whispered. "I'd like to fuck you from the back. It would be lots of fun, don't you think?"
My mother was a bit skeptical at first, but then she finally nodded her head in agreement. She climbed onto the bed, finally crouching on her hands and knees with her buttocks, shining like two half moons, toward my father. He bent over and kissed them. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart, and he inserted his finger into her anus, and then into her vaginal orifice.
"Are you going to be able to get it into me?" my mother suddenly asked. "Will you be able to get it into my cunt from the back?"
"I think so," smiled my father. He bent over and licked the crack of her ass with his tongue. Then, he nuzzled his face between her legs and kissed her wet pussy lips.
"Here goes," he whispered, as he drove his prick into her from behind. First he got it underneath her legs, and then he drove it up, like an arrow, straight into her slit. He reached underneath and cupped his palms around her breasts as he continued to push back and forth with his entire body.
My mother seemed to come alive when the penetration was made and she responded to every one of his movements with a movement of her own. She shook her hips as she pulled on his cock with her entire body. The two of them continued in that position for almost fifteen minutes, engaged in a beautiful physical exercise.
I watched, feeling horny as hell. Suddenly, I reached into my pajamas and grabbed hold of my cock. It was stiff as a rock, and very, very hot. I began to stroke it, as I stared at the two figures on the bed. I rubbed softly with my moist palms, pulling at the searing hot flesh.
It didn't take long for me to come. Suddenly, uncontrollably, the white cream just spurted out. My heart was beating like a jackhammer, and my entire body felt weak as the sperm gushed out of the head.
When it was over, I was wet inside and a big yellowish stain began to appear at the fly of my blue pajamas. I felt a little bit ashamed for what I had done, but I was mostly exhausted. I continued to watch for awhile longer out of curiosity, and then I got up and softly tiptoed away from the door.
When I got to my room, I pulled off my pajamas and wiped myself clean. Then I jumped into bed, underneath the covers, completely naked. It was hard for me to fall asleep, as I continued to think of my mother, and then of my sister. Evil thoughts grew in my mind. I had already made it with Janice. Why not with my mother? Was it really an impossible dream? After all, she was only a woman, with a woman's needs. She always seemed to like me very much-I was really her favorite child.
Could I really make it with her, I wondered. The consequences of such action did not really interest me. It was as though, since that Thursday afternoon, I had been transformed into a devilish fiend without any sense of morality. I closed my eyes and very soon fell into a troubled sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day I wanted to talk to someone very badly. I thought of visiting the guidance counselor at school, but I soon gave up that idea as impractical. After all, what would I say to him? How could I describe my incestuous fantasies? How could I tell him about the forbidden desires that were chewing me up, driving me mad as they gnawed at my insides?
Stephanie Barrows, a girl in my math class, noticed that I was acting a bit strange. She's a very sympathetic type of girl and she asked me if there was anything she could do to help me.
"You know I kind of like you Bobby," she said. "Maybe you want to rap this thing out with me? Whenever I have something on my chest, I always feel better when I talk about it."
"Naw, I'll be okay," I replied, not wanting to involve her in my problems. But Stephanie can be very insistent when she wants to be, so she kept asking me all sorts of questions, grilling me like a detective, until I finally told her the truth. We were downstairs in the lunchroom, sitting all alone at a table, when I told her what had happened between myself and my sister Janice. I also told her about my feelings for my mother, about the things that I had seen when I stared into her bedroom. I half expected Stephanie to call me a pervert and run away in horror. But instead, I found that she was very interested in my story, listening very carefully to every word that I spoke.
"Gee, it all sounds so weird," she said. "You sound like a case study out of Freud."
"I don't know what to do about it all," I replied. "I mean, I feel kind of guilty about this whole mess. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I might end up raping my own mother, which would be horrible."
Stephanie put her hand underneath her chin, and looked straight into my eyes. She's a very attractive girl, and at the time she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, and a red and white halter top, which just about covered the swell of her bosom, leaving her stomach and belly completely exposed. She didn't have a bra on underneath, and I could see the outline of her nipples pressing through the thin material.
She must have noticed that I was staring at her breasts, because she suddenly turned red in the face. Her large, calf-like eyes betrayed a certain shyness which is often be seen in the soft innocence of a young girl. Her long black hair fell across her cheeks and shoulders in a most delightful and provocative manner.
"You know what I think," she said suddenly. "I think that your problem is mainly sexual in nature. I think that if you had a girlfriend who would put out for you on a regular basis, you wouldn't be thinking about your mother and sister so often. Tell me the truth, Bobby, have you been getting fucked lately?"
"Well," I stammered. "I've been dating a girl named Linda who lives in my neighborhood, but I haven't been able to score with her yet. She's a pretty nice girl, and she-likes to French kiss a lot, but that's as far as I've been able to get with her. Anyways, for the past couple of weeks, the only girl that I've been thinking about is my sister Janice."
Suddenly Stephanie reached out, across the table, and grabbed my hand. She held it tightly, and I could feel her warmth pulse through my body.
"You know something, Bobby," she said. "I like you quite a bit. I've liked you since our first year in high school together."
"Oh...."
"I don't know what it is about you," she continued. "But you really turn me on. Am I being too frank? My friends tell me that I talk to openly."
I didn't know what to say, as I listened to Stephanie's confession. For the past four years, since I had known her, she had never particularly interested me as a girlfriend. Now, it was as though I was seeing her for the first time. I wondered why I had never noticed her beauty, her sweetness. I must have been blind to have ignored her so completely.
"Gee," I whispered. "You know something, I think that you're probably right. If I had someone who would take my mind off of Janice, then I would be okay. Do you want to be my girl?"
"Well," replied Stephanie defensively. "I don't want you to think that I go around propositioning boys or anything like that. I'd be very upset if you got that idea. As a matter-of-fact, I happen to be a very decent girl. Do you know that I'm a virgin."
"Sure," I nodded. "You look like a virgin. You've got innocence stamped all over you."
"I mean it," she insisted. "I'm telling you the truth. I've never fucked anyone. If I become your girl, then you'll be the very first one. Does that thrill you?"
"Sure it does," I laughed nervously, leaning over the table, planting a short kiss on her mouth. You should have seen how eagerly she responded to my overture, opening up her hot little lips in sweet ecstasy.
"Listen," I said. "I think I'm really going to go for you. I can't wait till school gets out so the two of us can really get to know each other, if you know what I mean."
"I sure do," replied Stephanie. "I have this squishy feeling all over my body. I feel like I'm about to melt."
"Are you getting wet down there?" I asked impulsively.
"You mean... you want to know if my vagina is getting wet?"
"Yes," I nodded. "I read somewhere that a girl gets real slick around her beaver when a guy turns her on. I just want to know if I turn you on."
"You sure do," nodded Stephanie. "My panties feel like they're sopping wet. What about you, Bobby? How do you feel?"
"If you want to know the truth, I've just popped the biggest boner that you'd ever want to see. Shit, I don't think that I can stand up straight."
Stephanie broke into laughter as she leaned over the table and looked down at my crotch. She saw my big cock sticking up against my pants, and she went into a swoon, reaching down for one brief second to cup her palms over the bulge. I think, if we had been alone, she probably would have pulled off my pants right then and there. She had that hungry look in her eyes, that wild animal look that is unmistakable.
"Hey, take it easy," I warned. "There are people in the cafeteria."
"Yeah," she replied. "But wait till I get you after school. Then the two of us will have a real good time. Gee, I hope that I can last till three o'clock."
I don't know how she was able to endure the next two hours, but for me it was almost impossible. I mean, it isn't every day that a girl comes up to a guy and practically asks him to ball her. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't imagine such a thing happening to me. Suddenly, Janice disappeared from my thoughts. I no longer experienced those incestuous desires that had been driving me mad just an hour ago. Now, I was only thinking about Stephanie, about her sweet lips, about her young breasts, and her soft little pussy. I kept trying to visualize what it would be like to touch her hot little body, to lie next to her in bed, locked in a lover's embrace.
At exactly three o'clock the school bell rang, and I jumped out of my seat and ran down the hall to the exit near the yard where Stephanie promised to meet me. True to her word, she was waiting with her schoolbooks under her arm. Her eyes seemed to brighten, when she saw me dashing toward her. I don't think that I've ever seen a girl so eager in my entire life.
"I was thinking of you all afternoon," she confessed on the bus. "I'm trembling all over, just thinking about what's going to happen."
"Are you sure that it'll be okay to go over to your house?" I asked. "I mean, won't your mother be there?"
"No, my mother works," she replied. "We'll have the house all to ourselves. If you want, you can stay for dinner. I'll tell my mother that you helped me with my homework."
I laughed stupidly, reaching out and putting my arm around her. I wanted everyone on the bus to know that Stephanie belonged to me. I was anxious to tell them what we were planning to do. I felt very proud, and a big, wide smile beamed from my face enthusiastically.
Stephanie lived in a small brick house in Sheepshead Bay, the type with the two-by-four lawn in the front that people take thirty-five years to pay off. The furniture inside was old and heavy, but in very good condition. The wood floors creaked as I walked, and there was a musky smell in the air that mingled with the strong smell of closet mothballs. The paint on the walls and ceilings was chipped in places, and slightly discolored from too many years of dirt and grease.
"It's not much," Stephanie laughed. "But it's home, sweet home."
"It looks beautiful."
"No it doesn't," she replied. "There's no life in this house. Ever since my father died, things haven't been the same. But, let's not talk about it. We're not here to talk, are we?"
"No, I guess we aren't," I coughed, circling my arms around Stephanie's naked waist. My fingers tingled when they touched her soft flesh. I fondled it and squeezed it with my hands, pulling her close to me, pressing my mouth to her thick, sensual lips.
"Oh, Bobby," she moaned. "It feels so good when you hold me. I want you to make me feel like a woman. I want you to fill me up, make me happy."
I rubbed my nose against her cheeks and forehead, and then I drove my tongue into her mouth, pushing it against her teeth, drilling it deep into her warm throat. I could taste the sweetness of her saliva on my lips, as I held her tightly, reaching up with my hands to the knot that held her halter top in place. I undid it effortlessly, and then I slid my hands underneath to her naked breasts. She began to moan when I touched them. I cupped my palms around her tits and began to squeeze gently.
Just as that moment, I felt Stephanie's hand down near the zipper of my pants. Her fingers moved hesitantly, almost nervously. She didn't feel sure of herself, and she seemed to need a little encouragement from me. I guess most girls get nervous the first time around.
"Go on," I whispered, sticking my tongue into her ear.
"I don't know if I'm doing it right," she replied sheepishly. "I want to touch your cock, yet I'm afraid. I must be crazy or something. All afternoon, at school, I was waiting for this moment, thinking about it, dreaming about how sweet it was going to be. And now that you're here, I feel afraid. Is there something wrong with me?"
"No, you'll be okay," I assured her in a patronizing tone of voice. "You've got nothing to worry about. If you want to touch my cock, you go right ahead. Go on, pull down my zipper and put your hands inside."
She did exactly what I told her to do. She grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Then she pushed open my fly and inserted her nimble fingers inside, reaching very slowly for my firm erection. When she touched it finally, I almost went crazy with passion. She began to stroke it and rub it till it was hard as a rock and about to burst. She played with it as though it was a toy, and she was an eager little child. She scratched it softly and massaged it from the tip, all the way down to the base.
"How do you like it?" I asked.
"It sure is long," she replied. "I wonder how many inches it measures."
"I don't know," I said, shaking my head.
"You mean, you never measured it?" asked Stephanie. Suddenly she turned, and ran to another room. When she appeared several minutes later, she was carrying a ruler. In the meantime, her top had fallen off, and she was walking around with her breasts completely exposed. They were nice and round, perfectly soft and unblemished. They looked like two half grapefruits, jiggling up and down as she moved. I also looked down at the crotch of her dungarees and saw a slight spot of dampness. I figured that she was churning like a cauldron, and I was very anxious to get into her soup.
"Hey Bobby," she suddenly said. "I want you to take off your pants. You're in the army now, and it's time for inspection. As a matter-of-fact, I want you to strip to your birthday suit, if you don't mind."
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "What do you want to do to me? I hope that you're not planning to corrupt me or anything like that. It would be awful if you did something of that nature to an innocent boy like myself."
Stephanie laughed: "I won't do anything to you that you don't want me to. Anyways, I just want to look at you. I want to measure your pecker. It's for an experiment that I'm doing."
I unbuckled my belt, and let my trousers drop to the floor. Then I yanked off my shorts, and unbuttoned my shirt. Finally I was completely naked, except for my shoes and socks. I felt real good when Stephanie walked over to me and reached out with her hand for my cock. She grabbed it and shook it, the way someone would shake someone else's hand. She reached under the base of my shaft, and she gathered up my shivering testicles in her palms. She kneaded them, the way a baker would knead a mound of lumpy dough.
"I like it," she exclaimed, slapping it with her fingers. She bent over and she rubbed each of her breasts with my cock, so that I felt like I was flying on cloud nine. She continued to massage my pecker with her soft, sensual breasts. I stood erect, with my hands at my sides and my eyes completely closed. I could feel her nipples brush back and forth across the surface of my cockhead. The pressures that were building up inside of me were tremendous. I could feel wild chills travel up and down my spine, as Stephanie nuzzled my organ into the trench of her cleavage. She buried it between her breasts, rubbing it with her soft, creamy white mounds. I bit my lips in sheer ecstasy.
"That's great," I whispered. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I don't know," Stephanie replied. "Believe me, This is the first time I've ever done it before. I saw your cock, and I wondered what would happen if I rubbed it with my titties. I hope that you're enjoying yourself. I aim to please, if you know what I mean."
"Well, you're all right in my book," I coughed. Just at that moment, a small dribble of fluid burst out of my cockhead, onto Stephanie's cherry hard nipples. The little splotch of cream burned like fire, as it rolled over the warm curve of her bosom, onto her flat stomach.
"What's that?" asked Stephanie naively, as she wiped it off with her middle finger. Then she brought her hand to her lips and she licked off the creamy liquid.
"Hey, you know it tastes salty," she said. "I kind of go for it. Some of the girls I know in school say that they give blowjobs to their boyfriends because they like the taste of semen. Now I sure can see what they're talking about."
"Are you going to give me a blowjob?" I asked, my fingers crossed in eager anticipation.
"Not the first time around," replied Stephanie. "The first time around, I want to do it right. I want you to fuck me the way every young girl wants a guy to fuck her. I want you to stuff up my hole with your big dick. I want you to drive it into me so that I have that nice full feeling inside of my cunt."
"I can't wait," I laughed, and was about to lunge towards her and pull her down onto the wooden floor. I knew what I was going to do to her. I would pull down her blue jeans and her panties with my eager hands. Then I would pull open her hot little legs and reach up for her soft cunt. First I would finger it a little bit, to get it nice and juicy. Then I would push my hard cock inside of it, till she begged me to stop.
I was lost in a fever, as I looked at her young, naked breasts, at her soft white face, at her long, silky black hair. I had never seen a dish that was so tempting, or a fruit that was so tantalizing. It was as though my whole life was building up to this one big climax. My head was spinning, and could see stars in front of my eyes. I know that you think that I'm exaggerating, but I swear to you that I'm not. Stephanie was like a dream come true, a fantasy fulfilled. I couldn't wait to grab hold of her, and come down on top of her with my big eager cock.
Just as I was about to grab hold of her, she pushed me away.
"Wait a second," she noticed. "I want to measure you first. After all, that's why I went to get this ruler. I want to see how big you are."
She walked over to me, bent over and yanked up my cock. Then she put it up against the ruler, and she bent over to examine the figure. I guess she was impressed, because she gave out a long, hard gasp.
"Gee, you've got a nice hefty one," she laughed. "How big is it?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, it's almost eight inches," replied Stephanie." I hope that it won't hurt when you put it into my cunt."
"I'm sure it won't," I laughed, taking the ruler out of her fist and tossing it away. Then I reached down for the snap of her faded blue jeans and I pulled it open. The zipper at her crotch spread open very easily, and soon she was only wearing a pair of panties.
"You know, you've got a very nice shape," I said, as I stared at the soft curves of Stephanie's delicious body. I could see the little tangle of dark pubic hair stick out against the thin fabric of her flower print bikini panties. I could also see a very damp splotch at the re-enforced fabric at the crotch of her undergarments.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, her legs spread wide apart, her hands resting firmly on her hips, in a very suggestive manner.
"Well?" she asked again. "What are you staring at? Is it my pussy that you like so much?"
"I sure do," I replied. "I can't wait to see it. Go on and take off your panties."
"But of course," laughed Stephanie, as she grabbed the elastic waistband of her sopping wet undergarment, pulling it over the soft curve of her rump, past the creamy white flesh of her thighs and calves, all the way down to her shapely ankles.
Now Stephanie was completely naked, and although I wanted to lunge out and feel her, I just stood for awhile and simply stared. I was most pleased by what I saw. Her buttocks were nice and round, and her hips were wide and sexy. When she spread her legs open, I could see the slit of her cunt, and I began to tremble like a little child.
"What's the matter?" asked Stephanie. "Don't you like me?"
"What makes you say that?"
"You have a funny look on your face."
I began to laugh, reaching out with my hand. I grabbed Stephanie around the waist and pulled her towards me. Her trembling body was warm and refreshing, as she rubbed it against mine. I could feel the pulsating heat of her thighs and belly as I gently caressed her. My hands eagerly explored the abundant fruits of her feminine sexuality. I carefully rubbed her back with my fingers, reaching down to the softness of her tender buttocks. I squeezed them in my palms, and gathered them up gently.
"You know," she said. "Sometimes when the bus is crowded, I get goosed. I like it when a guy rubs up my ass. It makes me feel real hot and excited. Do you know what I like even better?"
"What's that?"
"I like when a guy puts his hands on my cunt. Go on, Bobby, don't make me wait. I want you stroke my pussy. I want you to finger me till I explode."
"You don't have to tell me twice," I laughed, reaching down, underneath her ass with my hands. She was very cooperative with me, and she spread her legs apart, so that I could have easy access to her cunt. At first I tried to get her from the back, but that was rather difficult, so I moved my hand around to her stomach, sliding it down, along the slope of her belly and mound of Venus, past the bushy pubic tangle that grew in the area of her crotch. I moved slowly, and carefully between her legs, between her creamy white thighs, till I was at the very gates of paradise, within easy reach of her dripping sexuality.
"Oh, Bobby," she moaned, as I nuzzled my palm right up against the sope of her hot cunt. With my fingers I traced the outline of her long, red gash. I gently pulled open the dewlaps at the entrance, and I drilled my long, middle finger inside of her love hole.
"Oh Bobby! ! ! I" she cried out. "Oh Bobby... Bobby! I ! ! Bobby ! ! ! Bobby! ! ! ! "
She was slick and gooey inside, dripping like a waterfall. The thick honey congealed around my finger, as I dug deeper and deeper into her pit. I could feel her insides churning like a cauldron, cooking like a soup, rumbling in wild, passionate ecstasy. She tightened her arms around my neck, and she began to cover me with kiss after kiss, shaking her head in an almost uncontrollable frenzy, rubbing her soft, white belly against my hard, swollen cock.
"Oh Bobby," she repeated again and again and again, in an almost ritualistic manner, as though she was reciting some secret incantation. She blew hot kisses into my ear, and she nibbled at my ear lobe like a little bunny, chewing on a carrot. Her fingernails were sharp, as she dug them into my back and ripped away, drawing blood in several places. In my entire life, I had never seen a girl so wild and passionate. Even my sister Janice, at the very moment of orgasm didn't react with so much gusto, with so much vitality.
"I love you Bobby," she cried. "Do you love me too?"
"Of course I do," I replied. I mean, how could I help loving her? Anyways, even if I didn't love her, I probably would have told her that I did just for the effect. After all, girls like to be reassured, or some such thing.
"How much do you love me?" she asked again.
"I love you a whole lot," I replied, still fingering her cunt while I kissed her soft, warm face. Her hair was slightly disheveled, as she shook her head back and forth, responding to my sensual manipulations.
"Would you do something for me?" she asked.
"What?"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," she continued. "But I would appreciate it very much if you would do it for me, just to prove how much you really do love me."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, a bit puzzled. I could see that she was a bit embarrassed about her request, which was the reason that she was so hesitant.
"Well," I said again. "What do you want me to do to you? I'm game for anything. Really, I am."
"Then Bobby, would you kiss me down there?"
"What?"
"My girlfriend Francine says that her boyfriend Thomas kisses her on her cunt before he fucks her. I would like you to do that to me, if you don't mind. I've been thinking about it all afternoon. I was wondering what it would be like to have you kiss my hole. I hope that you don't mind."
"Of course I don't," I replied eagerly. I couldn't believe my ears. Here she was, asking me to suck on her pussy and she was afraid that I might reject her. I wondered if she could realize what a treat it would be for me? I was only too happy to fulfill her request.
I immediately got down on my knees, just like a dog. Stephanie squated over me, with her legs spread-eagled, so that I had a rather generous view of her raw, swollen cunt. Her clitoris was tingling like a time bomb, and the drape-like folds of her labia were slick with syrupy juices.
"Come closer," I motioned, circling my hands around Stephanie's buttocks, pulling her cunt to my mouth. Soon my face was nuzzled directly against her fragrant snatch, and I could smell the sweet aroma that emanated from the hole within. I began to tremble and ache with raw, uncontrollable desire as I drove my tongue up against the red slit of Stephanie's cunt. First I licked the swollen red lips, and then the moist wet cavern further up.
My tongue darted in and out of her vagina like a dancing snake, brushing against the churning walls of her womb in a most delightful manner. I played with her teasingly, fanning the flames that were already burning inside of her body, making them grow hotter and hotter.
"Oh Bobby ! ! ! Sweet, sweet Bobby! ! ! ! " she cried, as I grabbed her clitoris with my lips. I gave it a few good, hard sucks, applying an exhilarating friction to its slippery surface. I bit on it with my teeth, and chewed away on it till I could see that Stephanie couldn't take any more. It was time for me to fill her box all the way up to the brim. like a good little trooper, I did my duty.
I pulled Stephanie down to the floor, and rolled on top of her. She did whatever I wanted her to do. First I kissed her on the mouth. There was quite a bit of pussy juice still on my lips, and I made her taste it. It was as though she was licking herself by proxy, as she licked her own dripping off of my mouth.
"It's very sweet," she sighed.
"So are you," I replied. "You're the sweetest thing that I ever did taste."
"Really?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die," I answered. "I've never, ever met a girl like you before. You're so soft and so warm that I can hardly stand it."
"Oh Bobby, I'm so happy that you like me."
I laughed, kissing her face again, nibbling at her throat and at the erogenous regions of her neck and shoulders. I even kissed her armpits, and the very tips of her fingers, as I eagerly prepared for the sacred moment of sexual contact. Soon, after several seconds, I pushed my knee between her creamy white thighs, and I spread her legs wide apart. Then I reached down, underneath her with my hands. I grabbed hold of the cheeks of her soft little behind, and I squeezed them tenderly, gently. Then I lifted her up a little bit, and I launched my missile between her loins. I could feel her body heat warm the sensitive flesh of my genitals. My testicles trembled, and my scrotum quivered in eager anticipation.
Stephanie whimpered like a child, as I pressed my hard, throbbing cock up against the creamy mound of her soft cunt. I gently nuzzled my way inside of her, past the labial lips at the entrance. She was nice and tight inside, and I could tell that she hadn't been fucked too many times before. Although she had told me earlier in the day, at the cafeteria, that she was a virgin, it was clear to me that she wasn't. Of course, some girls lose their cherry when they masturbate, but I was pretty sure that Stephanie had lost hers the way it was meant to be lost-in bed with a guy. I didn't feel jealous or anything like that. I only felt slightly disappointed in her. I mean, why the hell did she have to go and tell me that she was a virgin, when she actually wasn't. I hate girls who lie. For that matter, I hate men who lie also.
As I worked my shaft into Stephanie's cunt, I continued to blow sweet kisses into her ear. I moved back and forth inside of her nest, slow at first, and then much faster. Soon I was traveling at locomotive speed, jabbing her with my horn, driving it in a rhythmical pattern.
At first, Stephanie was passive, lying on the floor quietly, with her legs spread apart and her cunt completely motionless. But after several moments, she became more active, responding to my motions with motions of her own. Her hips and pelvis began to gyrate to the sexual music that pounded in her brain. The teeth of her cunt grabbed hold of my hard prick, yanking at it in a most delightful manner. She applied an exhilarating friction to its surface, pulling at it, beating it and chewing it with great vigor and gusto.
The two of us rolled around on the hard wooden floor, locked in the sweet embrace of love. My hard phallus remained imbedded in her pit, and she held onto it tightly, not letting it go for a single moment. I felt as though she was trying to rip it off, take it away from me and keep it inside of her forever. It was as though she was trying to suck me deeper and deeper into her womb, until I was completely lost.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "Fill me up. Make me feel like a real woman. Oh please, I beg you. Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me like I've never been fucked before! ! ! "
The churning whirlpool of her passions continued to eat away at my meat, at my raw, burning hot cock. Suddenly, without any warning, she began to gasp. Her arms tightened around me as she prepared herself for the sweet moment of orgasm. Her heart was beating at a superhuman pace. It was so loud that I was afraid that it would burst right through her chest. She arched her back and threw back her head. Her face was dripping with sweat, and her hair was damp.
"Are you almost there?" I asked, very carefully continuing my manipulations.
"Yes," she screamed. "Just a few more minutes. That's all it's going to take."
She was true to her words, because just a moment later her entire body began to rock with convulsions. She trembled and quivered, as wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure traveled along the length of her spine, spreading out like a warm glow to every nook and cranny of her trembling flesh.
"I'M COMING," she cried, digging her fingernails deep into my back. Just at that moment, I began to experience the beginnings of my own orgasm. I bit my lips so hard that they almost began to bleed. My muscles tightened, like the strings of a bow, to the very limits of their capacity. I tried not to think about what was happening; I tried to ignore the ecstasy that was engulfing me. But it was no use. I couldn't hold myself back for another second.
Suddenly I gave out a wild, animal yell as the flood began to shoot out of the tip of my cock. The hot white cream spilled out of me in short, machine-gun bursts, gushing into Stephanie's eager young body. I continued to ejaculate for several moments more. Soon I was exhausted, completely empty. I fell back, and closed my eyes.
"How do you feel?" asked Stephanie.
"Tired," I replied. "And you?"
"I feel great," she replied. "I didn't know that sex could be so absolutely heavenly."
I continue to lie on top of Stephanie for about fifteen or twenty more minutes, with my flaccid penis implanted within her. Finally I pulled out of her, and rolled onto the floor.
"We better get dressed," I said. "Your mother will be coming home soon."
"First let me kiss you," replied Stephanie. She bent over and kissed my stomach and belly. Then she moved her thick, sensuous lips over my soft, droopy organ and she swallowed it into her mouth. It was a bit sticky with goo, so she licked it clean with her tongue. Then she reached underneath and kissed each of my balls.
"You know Bobby," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm kind of fond of you."
The two of us got dressed several moments later, and we sat down on the couch in the living room and watched some television. Stephanie made me stay for supper, although I didn't real feel like it. Afterwards we sat out on the porch and talked about various things.
When I went home, later that night, I was whistling a very happy tune. The incestuous thoughts that had troubled me earlier that day were like a faraway dream.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next couple of weeks I was as happy as a lark, without a care or worry in the world. I suppose that a steady diet of pure, unadulterated sex will do that for anyone. My cheeks grew rosy, my disposition turned cheerful, and I even gained a little weight. My schoolwork began to improve, and my coach was amazed by the change that had taken place in me. Almost overnight, I was transformed into the best basketball player on the team.
I must say, Stephanie proved to be a great comfort to me. She was there when I needed her, at the drop of a hat. She was a most ardent lover, completely uninhibited, willing to try almost anything. But more important than the sexual gratification, was the emotional warmth she provided me with. She was a very sympathetic and understanding person, and in her presence I felt relaxed and secure. The great feelings of guilt and shame that gnawed on my insides disappeared. It was as though her love had transformed me into a stronger, more stable personality.
Then, one Saturday afternoon, the hellish nightmare began again. My mother and father had gone to visit a relative in Queens, so that Janice and I were all alone in the house. Subconsciously I must have known what was about to happen. If I had wanted to avoid it, I could have gone away until my parents returned. But instead, I chose to remain in the house with my sister, knowing quite well what the consequences might turn out to be.
I was lying on my bed, in my shorts and a tee-shirt, reading a history book for next weeks examination. The window was partly open, and a cool breeze blew into my room. I think that it was about two o'clock, when I heard a knock on the door.
It was Janice. She didn't even wait for me to ask her to come in. She was wearing a purple smock and slippers, and her hair was done up in a bun, in a most pleasing manner. There was a twinkle in her eye, as she padded across the floor, to the bed.
"Hi, Bobby," she whispered in a soft, sultry voice. "Hi...."
"Do you mind if I sit down?"
"Well...." I stammered, looking up at her. "I'm not dressed. Maybe you'd better not?"
"Oh, come on Bobby," laughed Janice. "You don't have to be so goddamn formal. After all, I've seen you in jockey shorts before. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, I've seen you wearing much less than that. Remember Thursday afternoon? Don't tell me that you've forgotten about the fun we had together? To tell you the truth, almost every night before I go to sleep, I keep thinking about you Bobby. I keep hoping that you'll come to me. You can't imagine how badly I want you."
"Cut it out, Sis!"
"I wish I could," laughed Janice obscenely. "Can I help it if I'm horny? Can I help it if I want to grab hold of your cock and kiss it with my mouth and lick it with my tongue? Can I help it if I want to feel your big, hard pecker lodged firmly inside of my creamy nest. Bobby, did you know that you make me wetter than a bitch in heat?"
"Stop talking like that," I protested. "If there was ever anything between us, then it's finished. After all, I'm your brother and you're my sister."
"So what? It makes no difference to me. I love you and that's all that really matters."
"No," I whispered. "You're not going to seduce me again. I absolutely refuse. I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to fuck you again, the way I did the other time."
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong." I explained. "You can't imagine the guilt that I suffered. I couldn't eat or sleep or even think straight. I tell you Janice, it's over between us. I'll have nothing to do with you again."
"Come on, Bobby, don't be such a spoilsport. Who is it going to hurt if the two of us romp around on the bed a little bit? I mean, you don't even have to screw me if you don't want to. I just want to feel your body close to mine; I want you to kiss me, and touch me. Is that asking too much of you?"
Janice had a fiendish twinkle in her eyes. Her face was soft and white, and her skin was creamy smooth. Her clean red hair glowed luxuriously.
The smock that she was wearing pretty much covered her figure, although I could clearly make out the steep swell of her milky bosom underneath. I shuddered ever so slightly, as I contemplated the possibilities that lay before me. Suddenly, without any warning, I got an erection. It began quite slowly, as a trembling feeling in my balls, but very soon the warm glow spread out along the length and breadth of my limp organ. Soon it began to grow, an inch at a time, until it was so big that it formed a definite, most embarrassing bulge in my jockey shorts. I turned red in the face, hoping that I could cover myself before Janice saw what had happened. But it was too late. Just as I was about to roll underneath the sheets on my bed, she reached out with her hands, and placed them right over my bulging cock.
"Where do you think that you're going?" she asked, a big beaming smile on her face. "I know that you've got a hard-on. There's no use pretending that I don't turn you on. There's no use pretending that you don't want me the same way that I want you."
"Well, I don't!" I exclaimed.
"Why? Have you got something better than me? I've got a nice, warm pussy that's getting wetter and wetter with each passing second. Wouldn't you like to touch it? There isn't a man in the world who can resist such a tempting dish."
"Listen, Sis," I sighed. "I know what you're trying to do, and I'm warning you beforehand that it won't work."
"Won't it now?" laughed Janice wickedly. "In the end you'll give in, so you might as well quit pretending. I know that there's nothing that you would like better than to fuck me right now. Be honest with yourself for once in your life. Come over here and kiss me. I won't tell anyone on you. It'll just be out little secret."
As I stared at Janice's young, voluptuous body, I felt a fever pounding in my brain. It was as though I was standing at the edge of a cliff, tempted to look down into the abyss, when I should have been backing away from the edge. I felt helpless, like a drowning man. I kept struggling with myself, trying to keep afloat, and yet I knew that it was a hopeless battle. Soon I would grow tired and weak, and then the tides of passion would sweep me to an ignominious defeat. Still, I continued to fight, to resist.
"Listen," I said in a harsh, brutal tone. "Get the hell out of here. I told you that I'm not going to make love to you. Can't you understand that, you filthy whore, you stupid bitch."
Janice laughed. "Go on, call me all the names that you want. Call me a cunt, a cocksucker, a tramp! I don't mind. I like men who insult me. I like men who degrade me. It makes it so much better in the end, when they finally have to give in. Then I swallow them up with my insides, till there's nothing left of them, till they're a dry as an empty chicken bone."
"You're mad."
"No, I'm not," whispered Janice. "Every woman is like me. There isn't a woman in the world who doesn't go crazy when it comes to sex. There's no way to resist the impulse. It's too strong, too overwhelming."
"So why don't you find yourself a boyfriend in the neighborhood?" I asked suddenly, thinking that I had found a solution to Janice's powerful lusts. After all, if she was horny, there were plenty of big studs who lived on the block who would be more than happy to service her.
"What about it Sis?" I asked again. "You're a good looking girl. You shouldn't have any trouble finding a guy. There's a dance tonight, at the Church. Why don't you go there?"
"Cause I don't want to," replied Janice. "I'm not interested in other men. I'm only interested in you. I can't help myself."
Suddenly Janice got up from the bed, and reached for the belt of her smock. She undid it, quite slowly and deliberately, as I watched her from where I was lying. My cock was still hard and erect, and I felt as though it would explode in a couple of minutes.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm getting undressed," replied Janice.
"Not in here."
"Oh, come on, Bobby boy," sighed Janice. "I feel all hot and bothered. I think I would be much better if I took off this awful smock. Don't worry, I'm not naked underneath. I'm wearing a pair of panties and a bra."
Before I could say anything, Janice had pulled off the smock. Now she was standing in front of me in a pair of silky black panties, that were embroidered along the edges with red lace. The brassiere that she was wearing was also black, and her large, pear shaped breasts spilled out of the cups in a most enticing manner.
"What are you looking at?" asked Janice. "I thought that you weren't interested in me. You're staring at me so hard that I have the feeling that you're eyes are going to pop right out of your head if you don't watch yourself."
Janice walked over to me, and bent over, rubbing her ample cleavage against my face. The warmth of her flesh filled me with wild, uncontrollable desire, I stared down at her creamy white thighs, and I lusted for their soothing heat. I could see the outline of crisp pubic hair that stood up softly against her black panties. The thick, swollen lips of her cunt were also clearly visible, hanging down between her legs like ripe fruits in an orchard.
"Tell me the truth, Bobby," she whispered. "Don't I turn you on?"
I gulped: "Yes... Yes; you do."
"Would you like to see more of me?"
I nodded. "Yes..."
"Are you sure now?" asked Janice, in a soft, sexy voice. "I wouldn't want to do anything to you that you don't want me to do. If you want me to take off my bra, then all you have to do is ask."
"Yes," I muttered underneath my breath. "Yes, damn you! ! Don't keep teasing me like that. Please take off your brassiere, so that I can have a good, close look at your titties."
Janice reached behind her with her fingers, undoing the hooks of her brassiere. Then she rolled the shoulder straps down across her soft, white arms. In a second, the cups fell off, releasing the large, voluptuous mammaries that were imprisoned underneath. When I saw them, I was amazed by their beauty. I wanted to lunge out after them, like a child. I wanted to touch them, to feel their silky softness, to press my face against their creamy smoothness.
"Look at my nipples," whispered Janice, as she brushed her fingers against them. I watched as they bloomed, like two spring flowers, growing bigger and bigger till they were as hard as a pair of strawberries. I wanted to run over and bite on them with my eager teeth. I wanted to lick those delightful little buttons with my tongue, and kiss them with my lips. My entire body heaved and shook with wild, passionate convulsions.
"Hey, Bobby," laughed my sister. "You look funny. Do you want me to take off my panties? Maybe a good sniff of my pussy will make you feel a little better."
"Uh-huh," I nodded stupidly.
Janice rolled her hands down along her sides, grasping hold of the elastic waistband of her black panties. She moved slowly and deliberately, like a stripper, rolling the undergarment down, over her belly and rump.
"Hey Bobby," she asked suddenly. "Are you sure that you want me to go all the way? I mean, if you want me to leave you alone, then I will."
"No, don't leave," I gasped.
"Are you sure that you want me to stay?" asked Janice. "You weren't very friendly to me before. In fact, I got the distinct impression that you don't care for me anymore. Tell me that you love me, Bobby."
"I love you," I whispered hoarsely. "Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure," I screamed. "Come on, take off your panties, for heavens sake. I can't stand it anymore. Can't you see that you're driving me up this goddamn wall."
"That's just what I want to do," laughed Janice.
"I like it when you're aroused. It makes me feel good."
Suddenly she began to dance in a most obscene manner, shaking her hips and gyrating her pelvis, as she lowered her panties down along her legs. Soon she was completely naked, prancing around the room like a ballerina. I was mesmerized by her performance, catching a glimpse of her raw, red cunt every now and then when she spread her thighs apart. I could see her tingling clitoris, and the hot lips of labia that guarded the entrance of her feminine sexuality.
"Hey," said Janice suddenly. "Why don't you slip out of your jockey shorts. You'll feel more comfortable that way. Besides, I'd like to get a good look at that big tool of yours."
"Sure Sis," I replied. "Anything you say."
By this time, my fate was sealed. I realized that I would be unable to resist her temptations. There was no way that I could escape the incestuous desires that pounded in my head. Janice had me trapped and she knew it. I suppose, that's why she looked so happy.
"Come on," she ordered. "I want to see your thing. I want to touch it. I want to bend over and, take a great big suck out of it. It looks absolutely yummy, standing up so big and hard against your shorts. I can hardly wait for you to stick it into my pussy. I tell you, I'm going crazy! You're driving me absolutely out of my head."
Janice continued to spin around the room, heaving her breasts and her buttocks in my direction, tempting me with her soft, sensual body, with her creamy wet pussy. As I kept my eyes glued on her, I got up on the bed and slid out of my shorts and tee-shirt. My big cock was hot and throbbing, and my balls were quivering with heated excitement. I reached down with my hands to my organ, and I lifted it up and began to rub it very softly, very quietly.
"Hey, I like to watch you do that," laughed Janice. "Tell me, do you masturbate often?"
"Sometimes," I replied.
"I masturbate almost every night," revealed Janice. "I can't go to sleep without an orgasm. I guess I'm just a nymphomaniac or something. Many nights, I think about you while I finger-fuck myself. Believe me, I really get turned on."
"Oh...."
"Sure, Bobby, honeyl I just love to think about that big prick of yours. I wish that I had a pair of scissors so that I can cut it off and keep it with me all the time. You know what I would do with it?"
"What?"
"I would take it to bed with me ever single night," explained Janice. "I would hold it close to me, and I would kiss it and lick it and make love to it until I was completely satisfied. That's what I would do with that big dong of yours."
"Hey," I suddenly said. "I hear that some girls use vibrators to masturbate with. Did you ever use a vibrator?"
"Well," laughed Janice. "Once, when I was fourteen years old, I stayed over at a girlfriends house. You remember Mary Sue, the girl who used to live on fifty-ninth street?"
"Vaguely," I replied. "Isn't she the one whose mother was a divorcee?"
"Yes, that's the one," nodded Janice. "When I was fourteen years old, I used to stay over at Mary
Sue's house quite often. Well she was the one who showed me how to use a vibrator. It was her mother's, although Mary Sue was also very fond of it."
"Did she use it on you?" I asked.
"Yes, she did," admitted Janice. "One night, she climbed into bed with me and she had the vibrator with her. She made me strip off my pajamas and spread my legs apart. Then she took the vibrator and she jammed it into my cunt and she turned it on by pressing a button."
"Was it good?" I asked. "Did you enjoy it?"
"I sure did," nodded Janice. "I was able to get an orgasm three or four times in a single hour that way. After I came, Mary Sue made me do the same thing to her. She was a pretty nice girl, but I think that she was a little queer, if you ask me."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well," explained Janice. "One night she tried to kiss me. That was the last time that I went to visit her. Anyways, I never used a vibrator after that. I was often tempted to buy one, but I was afraid that Mom would find it. She's a big snoop and she always goes through my things. If she ever found a vibrator in my drawer, then I sure would have a lot of explaining to do."
"I suppose," I whispered, looking down at Janice's sweet, beautiful face. All this talk about sex served to enflame my desires even further. I was at the edge of my tether, straining at the leash.
"Hey, Bobby," she laughed. "You've got that look in your eye again. Don't tell me that you're all ready to get fucked."
"I sure am," I cried.
"Don't you want to watch me finger-fuck myself first?" she asked, spreading her legs wide apart, arching her back so that I had a clear, unimpeded view of her raw, red cunt. I wanted to reach out for it, to touch its slick, slippery surface, to drill my cock into its murky softness. But something held me back, paralyzing my muscles.
"Tell me, Bobby," asked my sister. "Have you ever seen a girl do it to herself? Have you ever seen a young girl play with her pussy?"
"Not really," I gulped.
"Then watch me do my thing," she laughed obscenely, grabbing hold of her slippery clitoris, massaging it with her thumb and forefinger. She played on it the way a violinist would play his violin, stroking it with her fingers, rubbing it in a very delicate manner. Then she arched her middle finger, and after hesitating for a second, she dipped it into the hole. She pushed it past the labial folds that guarded the entrance, digging deeper and deeper into her womb. I watched as the expression on her face turned wild and furious. She literally became an uncontrollable animal, as she proceeded to manipulate her heat, applying broad, heavy strokes to its enflamed surface.
"Ahhhhhh..." she cried, her tongue hanging out of the sides of her lips. The thick syrup of her sexuality oozed out of her hole in prodigious quantities, sliding down along her loins and thighs.
"It's beautiful to watch you," I whispered excitedly, reaching out with my hand to grab Janice and pull her over to the bed. I went over and kissed her furry muff, reaching with my tongue to the mound of her love hole. I gave it a few hard, juicy licks.
"I like when you do that to me," Janice said passionately. "I just go crazy when a pair of lips kiss my cunt. It makes me squirm inside."
"Really?"
"Yes," nodded Janice. "Do you think that there's something wrong with me? Do you think that I'm oversexed? I can't seem to get enough of it. My former husband said that I drained his strength."
"Oh?"
"Yes, he used to call me a pervert," continued Janice. "You know why he called me that."
"Why?"
"Because I never let him alone. I used to make him fuck all of the time. I once made him do it to me five times in a single night. After all that he was so exhausted that he could hardly stand up on his two feet."
"He should have taken vitamins," I laughed, nuzzling my face into her cleavage. I could feel the warmth of her breasts burn against my cheeks. I felt safe and comfortable, like a little baby suckling on its mother's breast. My hand naturally fell between Janice's thighs, to the slope of her furry nest. I began to stroke it nice and softly, rubbing it with my fingers, massaging its sticky surface. I slowly pushed two of my fingers inside of her wet pussy and I revolved them in a rhythmical pattern.
"How does that feel?" I asked. "Do you like it when I play with your cunt?"
"It's heavenly," she laughed. "I simply adore you, Bobby. You have that magic touch that just drives me crazy. My former husband was quite inept when I compare him to you. He didn't really know how to satisfy me."
"Oh? Didn't you enjoy a good sex life when you were married to him."
"He was okay, I suppose," whispered Janice." But never in a million years could he make me feel the way you do. I tell you Bobby, I'm madly in love with you."
"Are you now?" I asked sarcastically. "Are you sure that you're in love with me, or is it really my big, hard cock that you love."
Janice laughed, pulling my head down against her breasts, pressing her legs together, rubbing her thighs in a most delightful fashion. I still had my fingers up her cunt, and I kept them there for several seconds more. Then I pulled them out and licked them off. The taste drove me nuts. It was the most delicious tasting liquid that I had ever sampled. It's fragrant sweetness melted on my tongue, spreading a warm feeling in my mouth.
Just as I was about to pull Janice down on the bed and climb on top of her, she jumped out of my embrace. She ran away from the bed, across the room, to the door.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" I asked, quite irritated. "Where are you going?"
"I'm running away from you," she laughed.
"What for?"
"If you want to fuck me then you'll have to catch me," laughed Janice. "You've got to work for what you get in this life. Isn't that what they say."
"You bitch," I screamed. "First you get me hot, and now you run away. That isn't fair."
"I don't care," laughed Janice.
"You tease," I screamed. "You goddamn cock-teasing bitch."
I jumped out of the bed and ran after her. I almost caught her in the living room, but she managed to elude my grasp. She threw a pillow in my face and stuck out her tongue at me, laughing wildly.
"What's the matter slow-poke?" she asked. "Can't you keep up with me?"
"You bitch," I muttered angry as a bull. I lunged out at her wildly, chasing her from one room into the other, jumping over furniture, knocking down chairs and tables as I continued my pursuit, hot on her trail. I finally managed to corner her in the kitchen, pinning her up against the refrigerator. Her long red hair was disheveled, falling softly across her neck and shoulders.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, a big smile spread across her face.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you," I laughed.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she whispered hoarsely.
"You bet, I'm going to fuck you," I replied. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Yummy," she smiled, her tongue smacking against her lips. "I can hardly wait for it, lover boy."
I slid my arms around her waist, and I dragged her, cave-man style, to the kitchen table, and made her lie down on top. Her thighs were soft and white, and she spread herself open eagerly. I looked down at her red gash of a cunt, and I could feel my blood pressure rising. My cock was hard and ready.
"Well?" she asked. "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing," I replied, mounting her the way a rider would mount a stallion. She threw her arms around my neck and she kissed me with great passion, pulling me close to her, till I felt like I was suffocating.
"Put it into me now!" she begged, like a caged beast. "Please let me feel your cock inside of my body. I want it so bad that I'm going crazy."
"Sure, sweetheart," I laughed, sticking my tongue into her mouth first. Then I reached underneath, to her mushy soft buttocks. I pushed my fingers into the crack of her ass, moving them gently along the rim of the crevice.
"Oh Bobby, give it to me," she begged. "Please let me have it."
Well, they say that a gentleman shouldn't let a lady wait. And because I've always considered myself to be a gentleman, Janice didn't have to wait a single second longer. I held her firmly, while jamming my cock all the way up her soft, sweet cunt. I can't describe the sheer ecstasy which I experienced after making the initial penetration. It was simply heavenly. My entire body began to quake with pure pleasure. My eyes went round and round in circles, and my mouth grew dry and hot.
"Aguhhhhh...." I screamed, pushing my big phallus deep into her receptive womb. Her pussy was wet and murky, and as I moved my cock back and forth inside of it, I could feel an exhilarating friction pass through my body. She was holding me tightly, chewing away at my organ with the soft teeth of her steamy cunt. I closed my eyes and bit my lips, as I felt my heart beating at a furious pace.
"That's a good brother," cried Janice, apparently satisfied with my performance. "That's the way I really like it."
I could hardly hear what she was saying, as I was building for the sweet moment of orgasm. I still had my hands underneath Janice's ass, and suddenly I jammed my thumb into her anus. She was real tight up there, churning like a kettle of soup.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "That feels so good. I can hardly stand it any longer."
"Are you almost there?" I asked.
"Almost," she replied, digging her fingernails into my back, pulling me with all of her might. It seemed as though she was trying to tear me apart, as she bit my face and my neck, squeezing her thighs together, crushing my body in her loving embrace. I felt as though a boa constrictor was coiled aound me, as Janice prepared for that final moment of sexual release.
She rumbled for almost fifteen minutes, moaning, and coughing at the top of her lungs. In the meantime, I had managed to shoot my load with a bit less flamboyance. Even after I had finished ejaculating, Janice continued to experience the heavenly delights of orgasm. It amazed me to watch her, as she heaved and shook for what seemed to be an interminable amount of time. Her forehead was wet with perspiration, and her hair was disheveled and greasy. The muscles in her face were contorted in a grotesque grimace, and she grinded her teeth menacingly.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "It feels so good. It feels so, so good."
As I continued to watch her, I became envious. The pleasure that I had experienced from ejaculation was nothing when compared to the glorious ecstasy that she was going through. When it was finally over, she was completely exhausted.
"That was great," she laughed, kissing me on the chin. "You really know how to give it to a girl."
"I try my best."
"You know, I've never been fucked on the kitchen table before," she continued. "It was thrilling."
"Yeah," I laughed, climbing off of her. Now that it was over, I felt funny inside. I began to be plagued by fresh doubts. For the second time in a row, I had been unable to resist my sisters temptations.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" asked Janice suddenly. "A guy is supposed to be happy after he finishes getting laid. You don't look so happy." ' "Oh, I'm happy all right," I replied rather unconvincingly.
"What's bugging you?" insisted Janice, sitting on top of the table, her naked body glistening with moisture.
"It's nothing," I sighed. "I'm okay."
"Are you feeling guilty again?" asked Janice. "I told you before that there's nothing to feel guilty about. I mean, who does it hurt if you and me make it together? I certainly don't mind."
"I guess you're right," I nodded. "But somehow it doesn't make me feel any better. I mean, sisters aren't supposed to go around fucking their younger brothers."
"Why not?" asked Janice. "I know plenty of girls who made it with their brothers. I even know a girl who made it with her own father."
"Really?"
"I kid you not," replied Janice. "I had a friend who told me that one day her father came home drunk and he attacked her. Things like that happen all the time."
"But is it right?"
"Who knows?" laughed Janice. "Anyways, I couldn't really care less."
CHAPTER FIVE
The experience with Janice let loose a veritable flood of dangerous little demons. Wild, incestuous fantasies filled my soul with uncontrollable desire. Passions that I had tried extremely hard to repress were once again awakened. The more I tried to fight them, the weaker I became. I was drowning, struggling like a helpless animal, splashing around in the waters of forbidden lust.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," I confessed to Stephanie one afternoon, hoping that she would be able to help me. "I have these weird dreams."
"What kind of dreams are they?"
"Well, they're about my mother," I admitted. "Last night, for instance, I dreamed that I was riding in a carriage with my mother sitting next to me. The two of us drove out to the countryside, to a river. Then I bent over and kissed her, and before I knew it, I had my hands under her dress. I dragged her under a tree, stripped her naked and fucked her. I woke up in a cold sweat."
"It sounds awful," sighed Stephanie.
"It's driving me crazy," I continued. "It wouldn't bother me so much, if I thought that I would be able to control myself, but I don't think that I can. Remember yesterday afternoon, when I was in bed with you."
"So?"
"Well, I did an awful thing. While I was screwing you, I pretended that it was her that I was screwing."
"You didn't!! ! "
"Yes, I did," I confessed. "It seems as though I constantly have my mother on my brain. I don't know exactly what's causing it. Maybe that affair with Janice triggered the whole thing? Maybe not? Anyway, I just can't seem to get her off my mind."
"Maybe it's one of those temporary things," said Stephanie, the eternal optimist. "In a little while you'll get better. Meanwhile, I wish that you would relax. You're running yourself ragged with guilt."
I tried to follow Stephanie's advice, to no avail. Instead of abating, my feelings for my mother grew stronger, wilder, more intense. I would stare at her in a most shameful manner. When she bent over to pick something up, I would take a quick look under her dress. The sight of her soft, smooth legs were enough to drive me to ecstasy.
Some days, after school, I would lock myself in the bathroom and go through the laundry hamper, searching for her most intimate apparel. I would take her smelly panties and press them to my nose. I would rub my cock with her bra. Once I even came in one of the cups, which proved to be quite messy.
Soon I began looking through keyholes, while my mother was getting dressed. I would watch her roll up her stockings and her undergarments while my mind was filled with wild, forbidden desire. Once, I even bumped into her deliberately, and secretly rubbed my lecherous paws across her breasts and stomach. I watched myself slowly descending to the lowest depths of forbidden lust, completely unable to control myself.
It wasn't long before my mother became aware of my passions. At first she ignored me, hoping that things would get better. Finally, seeing no choice, she decided to have it out with me, face to face.
It all started on a Wednesday afternoon, at about four o'clock. The two of us were all alone in the house. I was in my room, taking a nap, when my mother came in.
"Oh, Bobby," she said. "Have you got a minute?"
When I saw her standing in the doorway, I nearly jumped out of my skin. She was wearing a blue skirt, and a white cotton blouse, and her hair was tied in a neat ponytail. Her face was extremely attractive, almost radiant. Her large almond eyes sparkled. Her thick lips glistened with moisture.
"Oh Bobby," she repeated. "I want to talk to you. I hope that I'm not disturbing you or anything."
"No, it's okay," I coughed, my body surging with raw sexual desire. I wanted to lunge out at her and tear off her clothes. I was much bigger than she, much stronger. There was nothing that she would really be able to do to me. There was really no way that she could resist.
She walked into the room, and sat down in a chair. She was careful to pat down her dress, and keep her legs locked together. Even so, I was still aroused. I kept thinking about her soft body, about her luscious breasts and creamy wet nest. My penis suddenly grew hard, inside of my pants. My heart was racing at breakneck speed.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, looking straight into her eyes.
"About you," she replied. "You've been acting a little bit funny. I don't know what to attribute it to. At first I thought it was the spring weather. But now, I'm getting worried."
"Oh...."
"Tell me the truth Bobby," she continued. "Why do you look at me the way you do all the time. I feel like you're molesting me with your eyes. It's terrible. Even your father has noticed it and he's asked me to talk to you about it."
"You're imagining things," I said defensively.
"I wish that I were," she replied. "But I know when someone is ogling me."
"I never ogle you," I protested.
"Oh yes you do," insisted my mother. "You're doing it even now. You look at me in this strange way, as though you want to go to bed with me."
I gulped hard, unable to answer, unable to open my mouth. So she was on to me. There was no point in hiding it any longer. Maybe if I confessed, it would be better? Maybe if I told her the truth, the terrible nightmare would come to an end? I looked up at the ceiling, and then down at the floor, trying to compose myself, trying to think of the right words to say to her.
"What's the matter, Bobby?" asked my mother. "Cat got your tongue. You look like you're about to faint. Do you want me to get you a glass of water or something?"
"No, I'm okay," I whispered hoarsely. "I just want to tell you...."
"What?"
"I want to tell you that I love you."
"Of course you love me," she replied. "You're a good boy and I know that you love me."
"You don't understand," I continued. "The love that I feel for you isn't natural."
"Oh..."
"I don't love you the way a son is supposed to love his mother."
"What are you trying to say, Bobby?"
"I'm trying to say... I want you. I want to take you into my arms and hug you and kiss you. I want to make love to you the way a man makes love to a woman. I want to touch your naked body, your naked breasts."
My mother was shocked, horrified. Her face turned blue, and her hands began to tremble.
"Is that why you've been acting so strangely?" she finally said.
"Yes," I nodded. "I couldn't help myself. I mean, I tried to control my desires, but it was impossible."
"How did it start?" asked my mother in a shaky voice.
"Well, I guess it started about a month ago," I confessed. "Remember the day that Janice quit her job at the supermarket? It was a Thursday afternoon."
"Yes, I remember. But what does that have to do with anything."
"A terrible thing happened between me and Janice that day."
"What sort of thing?"
"We went to bed together," I explained. "I guess that's as plainly as I can put it. We were all alone in the house, because Dad was at work and you were out shopping. One thing led to another, and before we knew it we were fucking one another. Yes, that's as plainly as I can say it."
"I don't believe you," coughed my mother, visibly disturbed. "You were such a good boy, Bobby. You were such a fine boy. I've always had the highest regard for you. I've always had a great deal of respect for you, even when you were a little child. You always seemed terribly grown-up, terribly mature."
"I hope that you don't hate me."
"No, I don't hate you at all," she whispered. "What happened between yourself and your sister is a part of the past. Anyways, I'm sure that it was all her fault. You're a good boy, any you wouldn't have done anything that was bad. Janice is the evil one. I should have thrown her out of the house a long time ago. After she ran away and married that ass, I should never have let her come back. She's a filthy bitch."
"It was partly my fault," I interrupted. "You shouldn't go and put the blame entirely on her. If I had been able to keep my head, then nothing would have happened."
"I see."
"But what happened between me and Janice is nothing when I think what might happen between me and you. I'm scared of the terrible feelings, that I experience when I'm in your presence. My affair with Janice triggered them, and now I don't know what to do with myself. I feel lost, completely abandoned."
"You poor baby," cried my mother. Although my revelations had shocked her, they had also managed to evoke a great deal of sympathy. I could see that she felt sorry for me, and wanted to comfort me.
"You poor, poor baby," she cried again, getting out of her seat. She walked over to me, and she sat down on the bed, reaching out and taking my hand.
"I love you, Mother," I whispered. "I know it's awful, but there's nothing that I can do about it. Sometimes, when you're in the bathroom, taking a shower, I stare through the keyhole and watch you. I've seen you plenty of times naked."
"Oh...."
I decided that I would tell her everything.
"Yes, once I even looked into your bedroom late at night, when you were alone with Dad. I watched the way he fucked you, and I felt terribly jealous."
"You were jealous?"
"Yes," I replied. "I hated to see you in bed with another man. I wanted to have you all to myself. I guess that I've really felt this way ever since I was a little boy. I've never been able to admit it to myself till right now."
My mother threw her arms around me, and pulled me close to her, hugging me affectionately.
I'm not sure whether or not she was deliberately trying to arouse me. I guess it really makes no difference. Before either of us knew what was happening, we were locked in a heated embrace. Soon I began to kiss her full on the mouth. Yes, very soon I was kissing my own mother on her sweet, thick lips.
"No," she protested feebly, as I pushed my face down to her neck and throat. I nibbled on her ear, and on her soft shoulders leaving little vampire marks as a sign of my great affection.
"Oh, Bobby, please stop it," she cried weakly, as my long, lascivious tongue darted into her full, sweet mouth. I rubbed it against the inside of her cheeks, against her teeth and gums in a most intimate fashion. Soon she stopped her protests, lost in my warm embrace.
"Oh Bobby," she moaned, tightening her arms around my neck. "You're a good boy, Bobby. You're a very good boy and you would never do anything wrong that was wrong."
"Never...."
"You love me, Bobby. Don't you love me better than anyone else in the whole world?"
"Yes, much better," I sighed, placing my hands on her full, round bosom. I squeezed her breasts through her blouse and brassiere, and she responded most ardently to my onslaught. It was as though I had pressed some magic button. She began to pant like a wild bitch, clawing at my face and neck.
"Oh Bobby, why is this happening?" she suddenly asked. "I don't want this to happen."
"Neither do I."
"Then why am I letting you kiss me in this way? Why do I let you grab me in this way?"
"Because you like it," I whispered. "Don't you enjoy it when I massage your titties."
"Yes!"
"Don't you want me to put my hands underneath your skirt? Don't you want to feel my fingers on your cunt? Don't you want me to pet you and stroke you?"
"No Bobby," she cried. "Let's stop while we still can. Let's not go on with this. It can only lead to sadness. It can only lead to misery."
I hardly heard what she was saying. As she spoke, I lowered my hands to the hem of her skirt. I grabbed hold of her knees and pulled them apart. She offered very little resistance. She was wearing a pair of nylons underneath, and as my fingers climbed up her legs they made a soft, almost imperceptible hiss. Soon I had reached the sweet, milky white flesh of her inner thighs. They were hot, and my hands moved gently across their silky smooth surface.
"Oh please, Bobby!" my mother suddenly cried.
"What is it?"
"Oh please, Bobby, don't touch me over there. If you do, then it'll be too late for either of us to stop. Turn back now, while you still can."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "But it's impossible for me to control myself. You can't imagine how long I've waited for this moment. You can't imagine how many nights I've dreamed about being in this position."
"But it's wrong!"
"Yes," I agreed. "Of course it's wrong. Don't you think I know? But this is an obsession with me. I want to touch your cunt. You can't imagine how badly I want to touch it. I'm willing to do anything for it, even sell my soul if necessary."
"Then be gentle, Bobby," she finally said, realizing that there was no turning back. Her thighs were trembling as my fingers fondled them. I rubbed her up nice and soft. Her churning cunt was wet and gooey, hot with sexual passion.
"You're a good boy, Bobby," she suddenly began to cry. "You're the best boy in this whole world. There isn't a boy like you anywhere. You would never do anything wrong, would you now? You would never do anything that would hurt your mother. Oh please tell me that you won't hurt me."
"Don't worry," I said, reassuringly. By this time I had worked myself all the way up to her crotch, to the very seat of her feminine sexuality. First I rubbed my fingers against the gash of her cunt through the thin, wet material of her panties. Then I climbed underneath, pulling open the leg of her undergarment, and then sliding inside. I can't describe the pleasure which I experienced when I first touched my mother's naked pussy. I can't imagine anything being so soft and warm. I felt like a little child, and I wanted to climb inside of it. I wanted to lose myself inside of her body, disappear inside of her womb.
"Oh Mom, I love you," I suddenly said.
"And I love you too," she replied, pressing my face to her bosom.
I gently wiggled my finger between the lobes of her cunt, pushing it all the way into her murky soft orifice. She was slick as a bitch in heat, dripping with sweet, feminine syrup. It oozed out of her in a most delightful manner, staining her parity briefs at the crotch. And of course, the oily goo spilled all over my hand, till it was completely covered. I began to itch all over, as obscene thoughts filled my head. I could hardly believe what I was doing. I could hardly believe that I actually had my hand, all the way up my mother's skirt, pressing right up against her cunt.
"That's a good boy," she cried, as I played with the enflamed gash. I stroked it softly, the way you would stroke a pussy cat. I massaged it and manipulated it in a most delightful manner. I kept drilling my fingers in and out of the hole, like a little child exploring a strange cavern.
"My clit," she suddenly whispered.
I immediately knew what she wanted. I reached up to the fleshy folds, just above the little hole of her urethra, and I grabbed hold of her pearl shaped clitoris. The little devil was slippery, throbbing wildly. I held it firmly between my thumb and forefinger and I applied a smooth, vigorous friction to its surface.
"That feels nice," my mother cried, nearly jumping out of her skin with pleasure, the way any ordinary woman would. Somehow I felt strange as I watched the way she melted in my embrace. I mean, subconsciously I felt that it was wrong for my mother to enjoy sex. I expected her to react passively, without emotion. At least that's the way I thought that she would react.
Instead, she was heaving and shaking in a most shameful manner. She rubbed her breasts against my face, and she kissed my forehead and my neck with great enthusiasm. When I made her lie down on the bed, she made no attempt to resist or escape. For some reason, I felt disappointed in her. I wanted her to fight me. I wanted her to struggle. When she didn't, I felt a great contempt for her, a disgust.
"Take off your clothes, Bobby," she whispered. "And while you're at it, take off my clothes too. It'll be easier that way for us. It'll be much more fun."
"Of course," I muttered, pulling my hand away from her steamy cunt. She was lying on the bed, her ponytail resting neatly across her shoulders. I examined her face for several seconds. The unmistakable signs of age and decay were clearly visible. Small, but obvious wrinkles were beginning to form under her eyes and chin. In a few more years she would be old, aged. There was no way to stop the process. But for now, she was still beautiful, still extremely desirable. I bent over and kissed her nose.
"Oh. Bobby, what are we doing?" she suddenly asked.
"Don't worry," I replied, reaching for the top ' button of her blouse, undoing it. Then I worked my way down, till all the buttons were off. Then I made her get up, and I reached for the hooks of her brassiere. Soon she was completely naked from the waist up.
"How do you like them?" she asked, as I stared at her naked mammaries. They were large and round, like two half globes of soft, creamy white flesh. Her nipples stiffened under my gaze, magically.
"You're beautiful," I whispered. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes," I replied. "You're the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen."
"You're lying," she suddenly said. "I know that you're lying. I saw the way that you stared at my face just a second ago. I saw the way you were looking at my wrinkles. I know what you must have been thinking."
"Don't be silly," I said, cupping my palms over her exposed breasts. I squeezed and fondled them very gently. I rubbed them softly with the very tips of my fingers, kneading them the way a baker would knead two mounds of soft dough. I was especially pleased by her large, cherry shaped nipples. They responded most delightfully to my manipulations. I squeezed them with my hands and pinched them with my fingers. Then I bent over and bit them with my teeth and rolled them around in my mouth.
"That feels good, Bobby," she cried. "You're an experienced lover. You certainly know what you're doing. Where did you learn?"
"I get around."
"Young people are much freer today, I suppose," she sighed. "I'll bet that you probably have more experience than I do, and I'm nearly twice your age. How many girls have you made love to?"
"A couple."
"Oh, tell me how many," repeated my mother insistently. "I want to know everything."
"Well," I muttered. "About seven or eight."
"That many," exclaimed my mother. "You certainly are a very prolific young man."
"Well, I get around," I laughed, as I reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt. I slowly pulled it down, and soon she was lying on the bed, wearing only a white panty-girdle, and a pair of nylons. I could see a red patch of pubic hair fluff up through the crotch. She looked absolutely delightful, as I lunged to the waistband of her panties. I ripped them off, tearing away her stockings, so that she was completely naked. She seemed a bit embarrassed as I stared at her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"At you," I replied. "At your delicious cunt."
"Don't talk like that," she sighed. "It makes me feel cheap."
"You shouldn't," I whispered, as I bent over and kissed her flat white belly, sticking my tongue into her navel. I watched as she squirmed nervously on the bed, quite pleased with myself. I felt somewhat like a hunter who had just bagged his prey. There was a broad smile on my face.
"Do you think that I'm pretty?" she suddenly asked.
"You're beautiful."
"How do I measure up to the other girls that you've known. I must be an old, ugly duckling when compared to them. I'll bet that you think I look ghastly."
"Not at all," I replied. "I really think that you're beautiful. You've got a nice body. It's full, if you know what I mean. I like woman who are well built. I can't stand those skinny chippies that look more like young boys than girls. They just don't turn me on."
"Do I?" asked my mother. "Do I really turn you on?"
"You certainly do," I nodded, unbuckling my belt, and stripping off my trousers and shorts. My mother watched me quite nervously. When I was finally naked, she eagerly reached out and grabbed hold of my phallus. She held it firmly, pulling at it with all of her might.
"You certainly have grown," she laughed. "I remember when you were a little boy. You had a tiny little pecker. Even then I liked to touch it. When I used to bathe you, I would always rub my fingers against it."
"Oh?" I laughed. "You must have been a dirty old woman."
"I suppose I was. I guess I never really admitted it to myself, but your naked body always turned me on. It got my blood boiling. Is that normal, I wonder? Do other women experience the same feelings? Maybe I'm a freak, or something like that."
"Oh, don't worry," I said. "Just don't let it bother you and everything will be all right."
"I hope so," she sighed. "Anyways, I wonder what would happen if your father saw us here together. The two of us would really be in a fine soup. I've never been a very good wife to him."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, I've never really loved him, I suppose. You see, he doesn't arouse me, the way you do. I simply can't explain it at all. I mean, Alex is a fine, handsome man and he's been a wonderful husband. But in bed, he's just a dud as far as I'm concerned."
I suddenly thought back, to the time that I had seen the two of them together. I remembered how he had been impotent. I remembered the big argument that they had had.
"You mean to tell me that you don't have a good sex life with Father?" I asked.
"That's the understatement of the century," laughed my mother. "Half of the time he can't even get his pecker hard. I tell you, it's just awful on me. Most women are supposed to lose their interest in sex as they get older. With me it's just the opposite. Lately I feel like I'm standing on pins and needles. I need it almost every night, and I think that I wouldn't mind a little dose of it in the afternoon either. Do you know that last week I almost cheated on Alex, with a complete stranger."
"Oh!" I said, quite shocked. It was as though my mother's personality was suddenly acquiring a new dimension. All along, I had never thought that she had physical needs like other women. I guess everyone feels that way about his mother.
"Yes," she continued. "Last Tuesday I went shopping at Kings Plaza. Remember that nice dress that I bought myself for the summer."
"Yes, I remember."
"Well, after leaving the department store, I bumped into this man. You know, I wasn't looking where I was going and he wasn't paying attention either. Well, before I knew it the two of us got to talking over a cup of coffee."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened," replied my mother. "Lucky for me, his wife joined us at the coffee shop. You see, he was waiting for her. If he had been alone, I think that I would have made a play for him."
"It sounds like you must really be horny."
"If I wasn't, do you think that I would be here with you right now."
She squeezed my pecker once again, rubbing it nice and soft with her smooth fingers. She reached underneath, to my testicles and she gathered them up, and began to massage them tenderly. It was as though she had found a new toy to play with.
"I like your cock," she said. "It's nice and big. But most importantly, it's hard. You can't imagine how I've longed for a nice hard cock to touch. Your father can only get an erection on rare occasions. Most of the time, his thing is soft and mushy, like a flat tire. I feel sorry for the poor man. He went to the doctor, you know and there's nothing that they can do for him."
Suddenly I remembered the conversation that I had heard through the door between my mother and father. I remembered how he had told her that there was nothing physically wrong with him, that his impotence was of psychological nature. I remembered the remedy that the doctor had suggested.
"Hey," I said. "Did you ever give Dad a blow-job?"
"A blow-job? Does that mean taking his pecker into my mouth?"
"Yes," I nodded. "Did you ever do that to him?"
"No," replied my mother. "As a matter-of-fact, he's requested it several times, but I've never obliged him. The act has always seemed rather disgusting."
"It really isn't," I laughed. "I know lots of girls who love to do that."
"You mean that they actually suck your cock?"
"Yes, sure! Why shouldn't they?"
"Because it's unsanitary. I mean, I eat food with my mouth. I would feel rather funny if I let a man put his genitals inside. I've always heard that it's a perversion."
"No, it isn't," I explained. "It's quite a rage these days. My girlfriend Stephanie tells me that everyone is doing it. She has some friends who go to college, and they write that it's very popular among the coeds."
My mother seemed curious: "What exactly is it that they do?"
"Don't you know?"
"Well, I know that some women, immoral ones, take a man's penis into their mouths. But after they've got it inside, what happens?"
"Well, they kiss it and they lick it and suck on it."
"Really? It sounds ghastly. Do they do it till the man ejaculates?"
"Yes, that's exactly what they do," I nodded.
"Do you actually mean to tell me that they let a man shoot his load inside of their mouths?"
"Yes, they suck the juice right out and then they either swallow it or they spit it out. Most girls swallow the stuff. I don't think that it's really harmful or anything like that. In fact, I've read in a book that the practice is perfectly normal."
"Is it really?" asked my mother in a strange tone of voice. She was still holding my cock in her hands, and she seemed to look at it rather curiously, as though she was playing with the idea of taking it into her mouth.
"You know," she suddenly whispered. "I never used to like olives. Yes, I used to hate olives. I thought that they were bitter and ugly tasting. But then, after awhile I got used to the taste. Now, I happen to be quite fond of them. Do you suppose that the same thing could happen with cocksucking? Do you think that if I did it awhile, I could grow to like it? I wonder if that would happen?"
"Sure," I said.
"Oh, I feel fidgety inside."
"Don't worry about a thing," I whispered assuringly. I placed my hand behind my mother's neck, and I gently pushed it down, toward my phallus. She seemed reluctant at first, but she soon gained enthusiasm.
"Go on," I whispered. "Kiss it. It's not poison. It won't harm you."
"Should I really."
"Yes, go on."
"Oh," she screamed, pressing her lips against the enflamed cockhead. She began to kiss it in a most tender fashion, licking it on top and underneath. Her tongue was long and eager, as it rolled across the hard, blue-veined surface of my phallus. She covered the mighty organ from the tip to the base with her wet, sweet saliva. She laved it tenderly, making me lie down flat on my back.
"Oh, Bobby," she whispered. "I think that I'm going to like this."
She opened her lips wide, and then she swallowed me up the way a fish would swallow a worm. I could feel her hot, inner cheeks pressing against my cock. I could feel the sharp strokes of her teeth rip across its white surface. She applied an exhilarating friction with her thick, wet lips, rolling them back and forth in a rhythmical fashion.
I closed my eyes, and felt a warm, passionate glow spread across my body. My fondest dreams were now becoming a reality. My own mother was sucking my cock. She was licking it. She had it deep inside of her mouth. I could feel her teeth chewing away at it, ripping and biting at the hot tool.
"That's good," I cried. "Am I hurting you?" she asked suddenly. "No, you're not hurting me," I assured her. "It feels great."
"I'm glad," she laughed, nuzzling her face between my legs. She kissed my hot loins, and my rumbling testicles. She took my genitals and she rubbed them across her face. Then she opened her mouth once again, and she swallowed my cock. She sucked on it beautifully, as though she was an experienced whore. She licked its surface, till I couldn't stand it any longer.
"Oh shit!" I screamed. "Oh shit!"
"What the matter?" she asked, her mouth still full.
"Go on, continue," I said, getting up, and pushing her face down on my organ. I jammed it into her throat, holding her head tightly. I ran my fingers through her thick, red hair. I stroked her neck and arms, as I felt a raw, uncontrollable energy source through my body.
"Go on!" I cried. "I can feel it now! Shit, I can feel it!"
My body suddenly screamed, as the hot cream squirted out of cock. I can't describe the pleasure that I felt at that moment. My heart almost burst. Every muscle in my body was trembling.
"Ahguhhhhhhhh...." I cried, thrusting my pelvis in the direction of her face, ramming my rod deeper and deeper into her sweet mouth. In all my days, I had never experienced a better blowjob. My mother was a natural. She had done everything perfectly well.
"That's a good girl," I said, patting her head in a patronizing fashion. She continued to suck on my cock for several more moments, till she had milked me dry. Then she gave the slowly receding organ one last kiss, the good-bye kiss, before getting up. Her mouth was still full of semen, which she still hadn't swallowed. She made me lie down flat on my back once again, and she spilled the goo onto my stomach.
"I just want to see what it looks like," she said. "I don't know whether I should swallow it or not."
"Sure," I whispered. "Go on, and lick it up and swallow it. You'll enjoy it, I promise."
"Yes, I guess," she nodded, bending over me, like a cat. She lapped the cream up with her long, lascivious tongue, licking it off my stomach.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I ate the wh-o-o-ole thing!"
"You bet you did," I laughed, getting up to kiss her mouth. I was exhausted, and my cock was soft as a rubber tube. I don't think that I was ever so happy in my entire life. I was completely satisfied.
"Was I good?" she suddenly asked, snuggling close to me.
"Sure you were good," I said. "You were the best that I ever had."
"It's nice to hear you say that, Bobby. I feel very happy."
Later that afternoon, when my strength was revived, the two of us were at it again. This time, I did it to her the normal way. She had a nice, hot, steamy wet cunt. When I got my prick inside of her, I felt as though she was ripping it off of me.
When it was all over, my mother got dressed hurriedly. It was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and Father would be home at any moment.
"Listen," she whispered before leaving. "I want you to promise that you won't tell anyone about what happened."
"Mom's the word," I replied, watching her leave the room.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning I wasn't much in the mood for school, so I didn't go. Instead, I took a bus up to the Botanical Gardens and strolled for awhile. It was quite a pleasant day, very peaceful and very calm. The flowers and trees were just beginning to bloom, and the sweet smell of cut grass filled the air. I felt refreshed, invigorated, as I watched fluffy clouds roll across the clear blue sky. I bought a bag of peanuts from a vendor, and then I seated myself in a shady spot, underneath a large oak tree.
"Hi there," someone suddenly called, interrupting my dreamy thoughts.
I turned around and saw a rather attractive woman, who looked like she was in her early thirties, standing in front of me. Her silky brown hair was cut short, falling in neat ringlets across her ears and down the sides of her face. She was wearing a purple skirt and leotards, and a soft black sweater through which I could see the cone shaped outline of her rather ample bosom. She was well built, with all the right curves in the right places. She was holding a sketchpad in one hand, and a box of charcoal drawing sticks in the other.
"Hi there," she said. "My name is Helen. What's yours?"
"Bobby."
"Do you mind if I do your portrait, Bobby? I'm an artist, and you have a terribly interesting face."
Without waiting for me to reply, she sat down beside me and started to work. There was something about her that thrilled me straight to the marrow. Of course, I was attracted to her sexually. She was a shapely woman, very sweet and very desirable. But my feeling for her were more than physical. I felt a great sympathy for her. She had a forlorn look in her eyes, a faraway look that was very sad. I wanted to reach out for her and touch her. I wanted to hold her, comfort her, make her feel better. Suddenly, without even knowing what I was doing, I bent over and kissed her lightly on her cheeks.
"Hey, you shouldn't do that!"
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because you hardly know me."
"What difference does that make? Can you think of a better way to get acquainted?"
"I guess not," she laughed, kissing me back. After she finished doing my portrait, which was remarkably good, the two of us talked for awhile. She told me that she had recently been divorced and that she received a rather large alimony from her husband, permitting her to live a life of leisure. She was studying art at the New School, and she hoped to exhibit one day at a Manhattan gallery.
"That's one of the reasons that I divorced my husband," she explained. "He thought that the only place for a woman was in the kitchen, and of course in bed. He was a terrible chauvinist, a pig if you know what I mean."
"Oh..."
"He never could see that I was a very talented person," continued Helene. "He used to tell'me that the only talent I had was between my legs. I hope that I'm not getting too frank for you."
"Oh no..."
"Well, my husband Gerald treated me just as though I was a sex object. At first I felt a bit flattered. It made me feel good to know that I pleased him. But he was so demanding, so terribly dominating that I felt smothered. A woman is a person, too, not just a hole to be fucked."
"I quite agree."
Helene looked into my eyes in a peculiar way, a wicked smile flashing from her teeth. I felt somewhat excited by her glance, by her stare, by soft, sexual tone of her voice. My blood pressure began to rise slowly, then faster, till my heart was racing at breakneck speed. I felt like a boy on a first date, very anxious, very nervous.
"Shall I tell you about my life with Gerald?" asked Helene suddenly. "He was the biggest bastard that I ever met. I suppose that's why I fell in love with him. I'm a masochist at heart; I like to be hurt, to be manhandled, to be beaten. Gerald was good at that. He knew how to accommodate me. He knew just what I liked, and just the way I liked it. There was a silent understanding that the two of us had, an unspoken agreement. We both knew what our roles would be, right from the beginning."
"Oh... What do you mean?"
"Well, I shouldn't be telling you this. After all, you're practically a stranger. But you do have a sympathetic face, and I've been longing to get this whole mess off my chest, to talk to someone about it. Shall I tell you about the intimate details of my sex life with Gerald."
"Yes, of course."
"Well," began Helene. "I met him when I was eighteen, at the Univesrsity. He was handsome, strong, energetic-the kind of person most-likely to succeed. He had a granite face, and thin, sadistic lips. I suppose that it was his lips that attracted me. I used to get wet in the panties, just looking at them. I don't know why I reacted in that manner. I found that I simply couldn't control myself. Do you know what that pig used to make me do, when we were dating, before we got married?"
"What?"
"He used to make me get down on my knees and kiss his feet." explained Helene. "Yes, it's true. He used to make me get down on my knees and beg him to come to bed with me. Would you believe that? I mean, I was a rather popular girl, and there were dozens of guys who would have given practically anything to go out with me. I mean, I am a very attractive woman, very pretty. As a coed, I was ravishing. The boys were knocking on my door, just begging for a date."
"So why did you pick Gerald?"
"Because I needed someone to submit to," continued Helene. "I wanted someone to dominate me. I got my kicks that way. Once I even let Gerald urinate on me."
"What?"
"I never told this to anyone," sighed Helene. "But it's the honest truth. The two of us were in a motel room, completely naked. Gerald was sitting on the bed, with his big cock hanging down. I was on my knees, kissing his feet. Suddenly I had this tremendous urge. I wanted him to piss on me."
"But why?"
"I can't explain it. I guess that most people can't explain their sexual cravings. I guess that they're very deep rooted, completely out of the area of rational thought. I had this great desire to be degraded, to be abused. I wanted to be punished, made to feel cheap. Gerald was just the man to do it to me. Although he was a stud, a real go-getter, he basically hated women. The two of us made quite a fine pair, together."
"How long were you married?"
"Nine years," said Helene. "He used to make me suck his cock, and kiss his ass and feet all the time. He used to beat me regularly, brutally. It's funny, but I used to enjoy the whippings. I used to beg him to continue, after he got exhausted. They thrilled me right down to the marrow. They excited me."
"Oh?"
"Yes," continued Helene. "Sometimes he would tie me to the posts of the bed, completely naked. He would call me all sorts of filthy names, vile and disgusting names. He would call me a whore, a cunt, a bitch-everything that you could think of. Then he would take the leather whip and bring it down across my belly. He would hit me on my cunt, especially on the exposed slit, on the enflamed gash. I liked it best when he did it to me there. It made me passionate, hot, aroused. The more he hit me, the hotter I got, till I would almost come, till I almost had reached the point of climax. That's when he would stop the whipping, and climb on top of me and stick his big cock right inside of me. Afterwards, he would beat me again, sometimes with the whip, sometimes with a bamboo stick. I liked it kind of."
"He sounds like an orge."
"Yes, I suppose so," nodded Helene. "But part of it was my fault, I asked for that kind of treatment when I married him. Anyway, I was finally able to straighten myself out and leave him. Sometimes though, I get lonely. It's hard to sleep alone at night."
"Oh?"
Helene looked at me in a wicked manner, her eyes fixed at the crotch of my pants, where a bulge had formed. She licked her lips wickedly, then she reached out with her hands and placed them right against the hard protrusion. She began to rub it, till I felt a wild thrill shoot through my body, tearing at me till I was almost ready to faint.
"Hey?" she suddenly asked. "Would you like to fuck me?"
"No... I mean yes. Sure, I would like to, that is if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," said Helene. "I don't mind at all."
She lived in a fashionable brownstone, near Brighton Beach. The rooms were large and spacious, very brightly colored. The furniture was modern, and the walls were covered with very attractive paintings, the fruits of Helene's labors. She showed me the place first, and then she served a large, very tasty lunch consisting of a salad, leftover turkey and ham, cold macaroni, and a bottle of wine.
After tea, she led me into her bedroom, and made me sit on the oval shaped bed. Her manners were cool, and very calculating. I could tell that she was planning for this moment from the beginning, from the first moment that she had seen me. Her hands lunged for my zipper, for my large erection. Soon she was holding it, pressing it and squeezing it softly. She bent over and kissed it on the nose, flicking her tongue against its veined surface.
"It's a nice sized tool," she laughed. "I can see that you have nothing to be ashamed of. I'll bet it's seven or eight inches long. You must really drive those little girls in high school wild."
Suddenly I thought of Stephanie, wondering what she would say if she could see me now? Would she be angry or jealous? It really didn't matter to me at the moment. Nothing seemed to matter, except Helene. She was holding my manhood, playing with it. Soon, we would be naked. After that, I would be in heaven.
"Hey, you feel like you're going to come right inside of my hand," she laughed. "You'd better calm down or something, or we're in for a little mess. Your cock is as hard as fire, and I can feel it throbbing. Gee, I'll bet that you're just about ready to climax."
"Almost!" I exclaimed, pulling her down on the bed next to me. My hands shot up to her breasts. I grabbed them eagerly, fondling and caressing them. She moaned softly, spreading her legs wide apart, like a clam. I immediately reached down to her knees, and started to work my way underneath her skirt. I could feel the warmth of her inner thighs through the leotards that she was wearing. I lodged my palm right up against her hot little nest. I could feel the lips of her cunt sliding back and forth, through her panties and tights. The smell of her pussy filled the air with a sweet, sexual aroma that nearly drove me out of my head.
"Do you like it?" she asked, closing her legs around my groping hand. "Do you like the way my muff feels?"
"Sure I do. Who wouldn't?"
As I spoke, I was fumbling with her clothes, trying desperately to undress her. I rolled up her black sweater, over her neck, and then, I reached behind her, to the hooks of her brassiere. When I took it off, I was amazed by the sight of her naked young breasts. They were perfectly round, perfectly smooth, without the slightest imperfection or blemish. Her nipples were hard and perky, surrounded by a circle of brown areolas.
"Beautiful," I mumbled, staring at her naked breasts the way one would stare at a shrine. I wanted to get down and worship them, adore them. I wanted to kiss them and suck on them. I wanted to lose myself in their splendor, and yet I dared not to reach out or touch them for fear of disturbing their dignified repose.
"They're beautiful," I cried once again. "You've got the most wonderful pair that I've ever seen."
"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked.
"Why don't you kiss them and show me how much you like them?"
I opened my mouth, like a fish, and I fell upon her yielding bosom. I sucked her nipples with my lips and bit them with my teeth. I was careful to apply just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of friction. I licked them with my tongue, covering them with hot, sticky saliva.
"Oh shit!" she cried restlessly, as I reached for the zipper of her skirt. She made no effort to resist, as I pulled it down. Then I rolled off her leotards and her fragrant panties, which were stained at the reinforced crotch with sticky, feminine juices. I picked it up, and held it to my nose and began to sniff.
"What are you doing?" she asked, staring at me.
"Can't you see what I'm doing?" I replied. Tm getting a good whiff of your panties. I like the way they smell."
"Do you now?" she laughed. "I remember a very strange thing that happened to me a couple of years ago, while I was bicycle riding in the park. A bunch of young boys, in their early teens, were following me. When I parked my bike, to sit down, they swarmed around it like a bunch of bees and started to smell the seat."
"Really?"
"Yes, it was simply uncanny," continued Helene. "They were sniffing away at the seat, the way dogs would sniff at a hydrant. I guess it turned them on. Later, one of the boys came over to me, and before I knew it, he had his hand right on top of my tit."
"So what happened?"
"I chased him away, together with his friends.
But I've never been able to get over it. I guess that they got some sort of vicarious thrill, sniffing my bicycle seat."
"Yeah," I laughed. "Young boys are like that?"
"Were you like that?" she asked. "Did you go around doing naughty things like that?"
"Sometimes," I replied. "I used to get a real thrill, looking underneath my teacher's dresses. I remember one teacher, whose name was Miss Johnson, who never wore anything underneath. She had the most adorable little cunt in the whole place. If I was older, I probably would have tried to fuck her. I heard that she had quite a reputation around the school for being a woman of easy virtue."
"All women are," cooed Helene. "I guess that the sexual urge is just one of those things that simply cannot be controlled."
As she spoke, I leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth. Then I let my lips explore the luxurious fruits of her sweet, feminine body. I rolled them onto her breasts, across her stomach and belly, down to her mound of Venus, past the tangle of pubic fur that grew underneath, till I reached the hot, wet gash of her cunt.
"O-o-o-o-oh...." she shivered. "That feels nice."
I pressed my nose right up against the fragrant orifice, and I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with her sexual vapors. My eyes, suddenly began to swim in my head, as I trembled with overwhelming desire. Never, in my entire life, had I smelled a sweeter, more pleasant perfume. My heart was racing quickly, as I cried with delight
"Go on, kiss me," she purred. "Kiss my pussy."
She didn't have to tell me twice, because I was more than eager to do just that. I pressed my lips against the mouth of her gushing hot cunt, and kissed it with all my might, with all my heart and soul. Then, slowly, I worked my tongue into the throbbing orifice. I played a cat and mouse game with her, jumping back and forth with my long tongue.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "You sure know how to eat a girl. My pussy is all hot just for you."
I continued to work on the exposed crack for several more minutes, rubbing it, licking it, kissing and sucking on it. She was as wet as she would ever be, her temperature had risen to a feverish pitch, and I think that she was nearly ready to explode.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked, when I pulled my mouth away from between her legs.
"I'm going to fuck you," I replied, unbuckling my belt, and getting undressed.
"Are you going to put your machine inside of my cunt?"
"Yes... I'm sure that you'll enjoy it."
"No," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't think that you ought to."
"Why not?"
"Cause it scares me," explained Helene. "Your cock looks too big for me. I'm afraid that it might tear me apart, if I let you put it into my cunt. I have a better idea."
"What?"
"Do it to me in the ass."
"In the ass?"
"Sure," whispered Helene. "Haven't you ever done it to a girl that way?"
"Not really."
"Well, then it's time for you to start. It can be lots of fun. Gerald used to fuck me in the ass plenty of times. I've sort of developed a craving for it. I have a nice little ass, don't I?"
"Sure you do," I laughed. "You've got the sweetest little ass that I've ever seen."
As I spoke, Helene suddenly got up, and assumed a doggie position, with her tail staring me in the face. Her buttocks were mouth watering, simply delicious. Suddenly, as if drawn by a magnet, I nuzzled my face to the crack of her sweet ass. I started to lick the hot slit with my tongue, kissing her loins and thighs, and the soft mounds of her creamy white rump.
"Have you ever licked a girl's ass?" she asked.
"No," I confessed. "The experience is quite new."
"Don't be afraid," she laughed. "You'll get used to it. After I'm finished with you, you'll get used to plenty of things."
I didn't know exactly what Helene meant by that, and I didn't really care very much. All I wanted to do was get my rocks off. I felt wild and excited all over. Every cell in my body quivered with sexual rage. I could hardly stand still, as I anticipated the coming pleasure.
"Go on, kiss my ass, Bobby," shouted Helene. "Come on, I like it when you put your tongue inside the crack. I want you to lick me all the way around to my sweet cunt. Please,, don't make me wait. I feel like I'm going to melt, if I have wait another second."
Helene was shaking her round, moon shaped bottom on my direction. I jumped at the hot crack with a wild, uncontrollable frenzy. I licked the fragrant ravine with my tongue, and I bit the surrounding mountains with my teeth. After several moments, I lost my reluctance as I eagerly worked my way between her legs, to the folds of her labia. I craned my neck and I reached up for her clitoris, and sucked on it for several moments, till she was hopping like a bunny. Then I reached back, after pulling my tongue out of her vagina, and I kissed her warm, fragrant ass-hole.
"Now," she cried. "Put your cock inside of me, now!"
"Sure, honey," I replied, pulling my face away. I reached out with my hands and grabbed the soft, mushy cheeks of her behind and squeezed them tenderly. Then I mounted her doggie style, pressing my chest to her back, leaning my head across her shoulders. I reached down with my fingers, to her anal orifice, and I stretched it open. I took a little goo from her cunt and I rubbed it inside, so that she would be well lubricated. She was a little tight, but if I played my cards right, there would be no trouble getting it into her.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked eagerly, shaking her hips and her buttocks, shivering ever so slightly. I reached underneath, cupping my hands around her breasts, as I braced myself for the attack.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "Fuck me now! Please put that cock of yours into my ass. I want to feel it shooting off inside of me: Please, let me feel it!"
"You cunt," I laughed, as I rammed my cock into her backside. The friction was absolutely delightful, as the hot machine climbed up her ass, to the very top. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, digging her fingernails into the mattress. I could see that she was experiencing intense pleasure.
"Harder," she cried. "Stick it to me harder, rougher. Make it hurt, Bobby. Please make it hurt."
I couldn't hear a word she was saying, as I probed her hot, eager body with my enormous tool. I kept rubbing it back and forth, in and out, until the friction nearly drove me out of my fucking mind. I saw red in front of my eyes. My head was spinning, and my heart was palpitating rapidly. I could feel my blood pressure rising, as the moment of climax drew near.
"Oh shit," I cried, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Suddenly, uncontrollably, the hot seed exploded. The creamy lava shot out of the tip of my cock, deep into her anal cavity. She started to wiggle and shake, as she yanked at me with all of her might. It seemed as though she was trying to swallow me into her ass, as she bucked like a wild mare. I held onto her breasts, biting my lips as the storm continued for what seemed to be an eternity.
"Oh shit!" I cried, as the last drop of cream barrelled out of my shaft, taking with it the last ounce of energy that remained in my body. Finally I was exhausted, I pulled my phallus out of Helene's backside and I plodded down on the bed. She took her ass and pressed it to my face and made me kiss it. Then she got down, beside me, a broad smile on her face.
"I liked that," she said. "How about you?"
"It was okay," I replied. "I've got to try it again. It was lots of fun."
Helene nuzzled her face right up against my chest, kissing me in a gentle, loving manner. She reached down, with her right hand, and she grabbed my semi-soft penis and started to stroke it with her thumb, pushing back the heavy foreskin. She played with it the way a child would play with a toy, laughing and giggling stupidly.
"Did you know that fucking someone in the ass is called sodomy?" she asked suddenly.
"Oh...."
"Sodomy is against the law in some states," she whispered. "If I didn't enjoy it so much, I would report you to the police, you cad."
She reached down and scooped up my egg shaped testicles, squeezing them gently. She bent over and she kissed each of them with her lips.
"Do you know something, Bobby," she said. "I think that the two of us are going to be very good friends from now on. I want you to come and visit me very often. In fact, if you want, you can move right in with me. There's plenty of room here, and I'll take real good care of you."
"Will you now?"
"Sure I will," she laughed. "I'll treat you just like you were my own son, only better. You can come to bed with me every night and keep me warm. How does that sound?"
"It sounds splendid," I replied.
"Good, when are you moving in?" she asked. "I really mean it. I want you to come and live with me.
"I'll see," I said, closing my eyes. Helene plopped her head in my shoulders, snuggling close to me. I could feel the warmth of her flesh burn into my body. I felt very comfortable, very peaceful.
"Sure," I said, "Maybe the best thing would be if I left home? The more I think about it, the better the idea sounds to me."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The decision to leave home was difficult but necessary. I couldn't stand living there, with my mother and Janice constantly teasing me, tempting me with their bodies. There was no way that I could resist, no matter how much I tried. It was as though I was a slave to my own incestuous fantasies, unable to break the chains of forbidden desire.
"Come to bed, Bobby," Janice would say to me, and I would run after her like a dog after a bitch. She always dressed provocatively when she was alone with me, never wearing a brassiere or panties underneath. Whenever we had a moment together she would always reach out and grab for my zipper, for my cock. It seemed as though she was always ready for a sneaky kiss, a sneaky feel, a sneaky fuck.
"Come on," she would cry. "Let's do it now, while Mom and Dad are away."
"No," I would protest feebly, as she pressed her breasts in my face, grinding her sweet, young pelvis in my direction. Before I knew what was happening, I would have my hands stuck up her dress, against the creamy mound of her cunt, rubbing and massaging it against my will. A second later, I would climb on top of her and we would be screwing again.
Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad, if my sexual adventures had been confined to my sister alone. Then, I probably would have been able to bear it, to rationalize the guilt away. Even more disturbing, from a psychological point of view, was the affair that I was now having on a regular basis, with my own dear mother.
After our first time together, we slipped into the habit quite easily, almost effortlessly. There were plenty of occasions when the two of us were alone together, especially now that Janice was working in the afternoon at a department store. I would come home from school, and my mother would be waiting for me in a see through negligee, a soft, sultry look on her face.
"Oh Bobby, I missed you," she would cry, twisting her arms around my neck, bending down to kiss my fly. She was savage in her lust, wild as an animal. It was as though she changed from one moment to another. When my dad was home, she was always sweet and pure, the model housewife, the model mother. But when we were alone, she was suddenly transformed into a desperate woman with an uncontrollable sexual appetite.
"Oh Bobby," she would cry. "Please fuck me, Bobby. Please fuck the living daylights out of me. Oh, I've been waiting all day for you to come home, for this moment."
There were plenty of times when I tried to say no, when I tried to refuse her offers. There were many occasions when I attempted to resist her wild onslaughts. But in the end she always emerged the victor, and my struggle seemed hopeless and futile.
"Bobby, you know that you want me," she would laugh as I protested.
"Please leave me alone," I would beg.'
"I know you don't mean it," she would say, walking up to me, bending over to kiss me on the mouth. Her lips were sweet and intoxicating, like summer wine. Her body was soft and enticing. Before I knew what was happening, my hands would be clawing at her negligee, groping for her muff. I would pull down her panties, and reach for the reassuring warmth of her naked cunt, Suddenly the guilt and shame that I felt would disappear, replaced by maddening desire, by forbidden lust. It was as though incestuous sex had become an addiction with me, and there were many times when I felt just like a junkie, racing down the road toward destruction, unable to stop myself in time.
"Oh Bobby," she would say to me. "Don't you want me, Bobby? Don't you love me."
"Yes, yes I want you."
"Tell me how much you want me?" she would ask, her hands inside of my trousers, inside of my shorts, lunging eagerly for my aroused phallus.
"Tell me how much you want me," she would ask.
"A lot," I would reply, using words that I had spoken dozens of times before. "I want you more than anything else in this entire world, Mother. I love you and need you and crave for you desperately."
"That's a good boy, Bobby. Tell me how beautiful I am. Please, Bobby, tell me how young and beautiful I am."
"You're more beautiful than anyone," I would say to her slowly. "You're young and ravishing. There isn't a woman in the whole world who is as young and as ravishing as you are. That's why I love you so much."
The two of us fucked almost everywhere in the house. I did it to her on the couch, on the floor, on the table, on the bed, even in the bathtub. There is one thing that I have to say about my mother-she sure did know how to fuck. She had the fastest pussy that I ever did see. It may have been a little old, but like wine, it had improved with age. She was always well lubricated, slick and wet as a pond. When I had my cock up against her muff, she would suck me into her like a vacuum cleaner. It was almost uncanny, as I watched her body grind like a sex machine, ripping and chewing away at my hot, throbbing erection. I would close my eyes and I was in seventh heaven, at the very gates of paradise, waiting for the final, triumphant entry-which usually came in a giant, climactic orgasm. My mother and I were well synchronized, and as though by magic, we always came together, which is not an easy thing to do. There wasn't a single time when our sexual intimacies did not lead to complete satisfaction for the two of us.
"It means that we were meant for each other," she would say with a wicked smile on her face.
"I guess," I would reply, unconvinced. When I was with her, I was always able to stifle my revulsion, my shame, my severe sense of guilt. But afterwards, as the saying goes, I paid the price. My performance at school was just terrible, and my grades suffered. My basketball coach was also surprised by my erratic performance.
"What's wrong with you, Bobby?" he would ask. "One minute you're the star of the team, and the next minute you're the biggest schmuck that ever lived. You've got to snap out of it, kid. You've got to get back into gear."
Yeah, I sure did have to get into gear, and there was only one way to do it: by leaving home. At first I was a little scared of making the move, but soon the idea was firmly fixed in my brain and there was no turning back. I've got to thank Stephanie for encouraging me, and of course I've got to thank Helene for being willing to take me in. When I finally got up the courage to tell my mother, she was absolutely infuriated with me.
"You're what?" she screamed. It was one of those hot, sweaty afternoons towards the end of July. School had been out for about a month, and in all that time I had been bracing myself for the announcement. I was sure that my father wouldn't mind very much if I left the house. I think that he was beginning to suspect that there was some hanky-panky going on between me and Mother, and he would have been glad to be rid of me. My sister also wouldn't care too much, because the affair between the two of us had grown tepid and dull. I think that she was rather bored with me by now, and had already started something with a big stud of a guy who worked with her in the department store.
So it all boiled down to my mother, who was still passionately in love with me and who simply couldn't accept the idea that I was leaving her, running away from her embrace. At first she was saddened by the announcement
"Oh Bobby, you can't mean that you're really going."
"I'm afraid so," I explained. "It'll be better for the two of us if I left."
"You can't believe that."
"I do."
She had a sad look in her eyes, and suddenly she began to weep openly, I felt sorry for her, and yet I knew that there was nothing that I could do, that there was no way that we could continue our relationship any longer. After all, she was my mother and I was her son. Our love was doomed from its slimy inception, from its grotesque beginning. It was time to put an end to our affair, before the affair put an end to us.
"Don't cry mother," I whispered.
"Don't call me Mother," she screamed angrily. "Call me Edith. I don't want to be your mother. I hate when you call me Mother. I want to be your wife, your lover. I want to be with you always. Please don't leave me. I can't stand the thought."
"But I have to," I said, staring at her. She was wearing a very alluring, two piece hot-pants outfit, that hugged the curves of her body very nicely. I looked down at the crotch of her shorts, and I could see the folds of her cunt, sticking out very nicely, very sensually. She was a good woman, a strikingly beautiful woman. But, at forty, she was afraid of getting old, of getting ugly. Maybe that's why she wanted me so desperately? Maybe that's why older women, especially in their middle years, are so notorious for having love affairs with young boys-the younger the better. I suppose that it serves to reassure them of their femininity, of their sexual attraction.
"You can't leave me," she suddenly said. "You'll never leave me, Bobby. Please tell me that you'll never leave me."
"No, I've got to."
"No you don't," she whimpered, wiping the tear from her eyes. "I won't let you leave me."
Suddenly, without waiting a second, she unbuttoned her blouse. She wasn't wearing a brassiere underneath, so that I could see the large, ripe breasts that she held up in her hands, baring them before me.
"Look at my titties," she sighed. "Don't tell me that you can run away from them. Nobody can run away from them. Come here, Bobby, kiss them."
"No."
"You've never been able to resist before," she whispered fiercely, padding in her slippers across the living room carpet. She brought herself close to me, so close that I could hear the beating of her heart and feel the heat of her body sear into my flesh. I thought for a second, that I could smell the sweet aroma of her cunt, so I backed away defensively, not wanting to fall victim again to her sexual lure.
"What's the matter, Bobby?" she asked. "Are you afraid of me? There's really no reason why you ought to be afraid. I won't eat you, or anything like that. Then, with a twinkle in her eye-"if you're lucky, maybe I will eat you. Don't you want me to do that to you? Don't you want me to take your hot, throbbing cock into my mouth? Don't you want me to kiss your balls and lick them with my tongue?"
"Oh stop it," I protested to no avail. She only moved closer to me, much closer, brushing her burning nipples against my arms, shaking her hips and her pelvis in an erotically suggestive manner. I could see that she was hot, horny, ready for some action. I guess that the thought of losing me had enflamed her, put steel into her loins. There was that special, excited look in her eye-the one that I knew well, maybe too well.
"Come on, Bobby," she laughed. "Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want to put that big cock of yours inside of me. Make believe that I'm a chippy from school, a young beautiful girl. You can pretend, can't you?"
"NO."
"What's the matter? Do you think I'm ugly? Is that it?" asked my mother. "Is that the reason that you don't love me anymore? Is that the reason that you want to run away from me?"
"No, don't put words into my mouth."
"Then what is it?"
"I told you," I exclaimed. "What happens between us is no good. What would happen if Dad ever found out about us? Then we would really be in hot soup. Don't you think that it's best to make a clean break, right now, while there's still time, while we still can?"
"Is that what it is? Are you afraid of your father? Are you scared that he'll find out about us?"
"Yes," I nodded. "Sooner or later he's bound to come home and see us together. We've been rather lucky till now. But your luck won't last."
"What would you say, if I told you that your father already knows? Yes, he knows about us, and he doesn't mind. I had a long talk with him about a month ago and explained everything to him."
"Oh...."
"Yes, and he took it quite well," continued my mother. "At first he was a bit agitated, a bit angry. But when I calmed him down, and reasoned with him, I was able to make him accept our special relationship. Every night, before we go to sleep, I always tell him what happened between me and you that afternoon. I always go into the most intimate details. I tell him how you put your dick into my cunt. I tell him the words you whispered into my ear while you were fucking me. I relate everything to him, right down to the most insignificant detail. He becomes aroused, excited when he hears about me and you. Yes, it turns him on. In the past month, he's been hard every night."
I couldn't believe my own ears. Was it true? Could it possibly be true that my own father was already aware of what I was doing with his wife, with my mother? Could he have known for an entire month, without dropping a hint? It seemed too incredible, too unbelievable. Yet, my mother had never lied to me before, and she didn't look like she was lying to me now. I felt a bit anxious, slightly aroused, like the cat that had eaten the canary.
"Dad knows," I repeated stupidly. "You mean that you actually told him."
"Yes," replied my mother again. "How many times do I have to tell you that he knows all about us, and he doesn't mind. Come over here, Bobby, don't back away. I want to kiss you, hug you. I want to cradle you in my arms and make sweet, sweet love to you."
"No..."
"Don't fight it," laughed my mother. "You know that you can't help yourself. Come over to me, touch my breasts, kiss them with your tongue. Go on, kiss them!"
Again, I was lost, like a drowning man. The wild passions of forbidden sex washed over me, wave after wave, till I couldn't stand still any longer, till I was unable to keep my balance, my equilibrium. I breathed deeply, trying to silence my palpitating heart. I could feel slight dampness in my palms, and a funny, queasy sensation in the pit of my stomach. I looked up, into my mother's soft, green eyes, and I felt helpless, like a little child.
"Come over here," she said again, tempting me with forbidden fruits, with forbidden pleasures. Almost like slave, I responded, walking forward, into her waiting arms. I fell on her, pressing my face into her cleavage, chewing at her hot breasts, licking and biting her soft, swollen nipples. I could feel a wild thrill shoot up and down my spine, as I reached down with my hands, to her back, to her moon shaped buttocks. I squeezed them desperately, as I felt a wild fire shoot through my body.
"There now," she whispered. "That wasn't so bad. I know that you want my tit and my tush. Don't you like them, Bobby? Don't you just love to touch them?"
"Yes...."
"See, I know what you like," she laughed. "A mother always knows these things. Now tell me that you won't leave me. Tell me that you'll never leave me, that you'll drive such silly thoughts out of your head completely."
"Yes," I muttered, not completely in control of my faculties, not really knowing what I was saying. like a bull, I saw red in front of my eyes and I was enflamed, enraged, boiling madly.
"That's good boy," she laughed, as she rubbed her breasts with my face. Her hands were inside of my trousers, and she was lunging for my organ, for my swollen erection. She reached for it with her nimble fingers, holding it firmly, hard. She rubbed it back and forth vigorously, yanking and pulling at it with a desperation that I had rarely seen before.
"It's good," she said. "It's hard as a stone. Boy, would I like to put that pecker of yours inside of my mouth. I want to suck you dry, till there isn't anything left inside of your body. I want to milk out ever single drop of sweet cream that you've got in those gorgeous balls of yours. Oh Bobby, how can I prove how much I love you, how much I want you? Oh Bobby, if you only knew how much I needed you, then you would never, ever talk about leaving me."
I gasped, as I reached for the zipper of her hot pants, ripping it open. The crotch of her shorts spread apart, and very soon she was only wearing a pair of translucent bikini panties, the kind that she had grown quite fond of lately. When I reached down, between her legs, I could tell that she was slick and greasy, as well lubricated as necessary for a quick fuck-which I was in the mood for at that moment.
"Do it to me, Bobby," she whispered, able to read my most intimate thoughts. "Go on, Bobby, you can fuck me. I'm as hot as I'll ever be. Just the thought of losing you makes me hot as a bitch in heat."
I felt glad that we would be able to dispense with the formalities, with the foreplay, with the desperate groping and the romantic fondling. I was eager for the real thing, for the big bang, for the straight fuck. I felt somewhat like a man who goes to visit a prostitute, completely without obligations.
After all, that's what my mother really was: a prostitute. She was the one who had led me, seduced me against my will. I no longer wanted to whisper those sweet nothings in her ear, those lies which I had told her so many times before. I was no longer interested in boosting her ego, in telling her how beautiful she was, how much I loved her, how much I adored her. The only need that I was concerned with at that moment was my own intense sexual drive, my own wild passion. I could feel my cock throbbing like a hose, ready to explode in a giant ejaculation. I needed to put it somewhere, in a warm wet spot, where it would be safe, snug and comfortable. I needed to slip it into my mother's big, slippery cunt, into her dripping wet love nest.
"Go on," she said, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning inside of me. "Go on and put that cock inside of me, I want to feel it burn up my pussy, fill me with that nice gushy cream that's just waiting to explode."
I fell on her with a wild vengeance, ripping off her sopping wet panties, groping for the opening of her cunt. I managed to undress myself in great haste, dropping my trousers and shorts, till I was completely naked. My big cock was standing up at a forty-five degree angle, pointing up at the ceiling like a spear.
"Oh Bobby, come to me," she cried.
I jumped at her, and beat her down to the floor, to the soft green carpet. We rolled for awhile, till I was finally able to mount her. I held her firmly underneath me, pinning her legs and her arms, ramming my knee between her thighs. She spread open, just like a wet clam, willingly, eagerly. Her cunt was hot for my cock, dripping with slick feminine syrup. I bent over with my head to get a taste, pressing my lips to the thick folds of the labia, to the sweet mouth of her fragrant cunt. Then, without waiting, I got up, and rammed my rod into her. I was rough and hard with her, showing absolutely no tenderness, no affection. I was giving her what she wanted, what I wanted: pure, unadulterated sex.
"Fuck me good," she cried. "Bobby, fuck me the way you know that I like it. Fuck me the way you fuck those chippies at school. Fuck me the way all the women in the world are just begging to be fucked. Make me nice and full, till I can hardly stand it any longer."
Shit, she swallowed me up in one whole piece. I could see that she was really wanting it, needing it desperately. As soon as my cock touched the lips of her pussy, she opened up and sucked me into her whirlpool pit, grinding me up like a sausage, eating my meat, chewing it with the soft teeth of her steamy cunt.
I don't think that she ever fucked me the way she fucked me on that afternoon. The tenderness was gone, replaced by a violent, desperate clutching and clawing. I could feel her fingernails in my back, ripping my flesh in neat furrows, till the blood was running freely. She bit my shoulders and my neck and my face, leaving large welts in her wake. She held me inside of her cunt for as long as she possible could, sucking me deeper and deeper into the hole, as though she was trying to swallow me up, drown me in her sweet femininity.
As for me, I was trying to lose myself in her embrace, trying to forget the shameful thing that was happening to me. I felt weak and helpless for not being able to resist her allure, and at the same time I experienced wild, gushing energy. My hands clawed at her body, at her eager white flesh. I reached down, underneath, to her spine, to the small of her back, to her soft rump. I grabbed her mushy soft buttocks with my fingers, pinching them wickedly, till she almost screamed from the pain. As I continued to ram my big, dripping hot cock into her soft, yielding cunt, I clawed at her hot ass with my palms. I squeezed it gently at first, and then harder and harder and still harder. I gently eased my thumb into the crack, imbedding it inside of the pink anus. I shoved my thumb all the way up, continuing to hump her with my cock, to ram her with it, till she was burning up with an almost unquenchable thirst.
"Oh shit, Bobby," she cried. "It feels so good when you hurt me. I want you to hurt me more, and more till I can't stand the pain, till I faint. I just love you when you hurt me with your cock, when you stick it into me with all your might."
Sure she was enjoying it. I've never seen a bitch enjoy it so much. I felt great hatred for her, contempt. I wanted to whip her till she begged me to stop, till she passed out. That's how much I hated her at that moment.
But I didn't have much time for hatred in the position that I was in. Slowly, unmistakably, my body was building for, the final triumphant cataclysm, for that explosion that beats all explosions-for the greatest climax of them all. I could feel my blood pressure, which already was very high, grow higher and higher. My heart was racing like a jackhammer, and all the muscles in my body were tightening till they were almost ready to snap. My balls were quivering wildly, and I could feel the first drops of pre-ejaculatory fluid dribble out of the swollen nostril of my cockhead. Soon there would be more, lots more. I would shoot gallons and gallons of cream into her cunt, rivers of seed, oceans of come. I would flood her body with my life fluids, with my liquid lust, with my silky smooth passion. Just one more minute. Just one minute longer.
"Now!" I screamed, bracing myself for the torrents that prepared to break out. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Then, without further delay, the sperm barreled out of the tip of my phallus, shooting deep into her yearning cunthole. She was prepared for the deluge, moaning and panting like a bitch. She timed the cycle just right, holding back her own orgasm, waiting desperately for my ejaculation.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "Oh sweet, sweet Bobby."
The two of us rolled around on the floor, locked in our deadly embrace, trying to shake away the wild devils, the demons and hobgoblins that were torturing us with uncontrollable desire, with forbidden lust.
"Oh Bobby," she cried again, after I was done with my thing, after I had shot my entire load. "Oh Bobby, sweet, sweet Bobby."
I lay on top of her, with my semi-soft, flaccid pecker still lodged in her cunt, still stuck deep inside of her hole. I waited patiently as she experienced the sweet delights of her own glorious orgasm, of her own ecstatic climax. It took her about fifteen minutes till she was done, till she was completely exhausted. Her forehead was damp, and her glowing red hair was sticky with desperation. Her arms fell from my back, to the floor.
"Oh Bobby," she said. "That was the best ever. I really felt it when you came inside of me. I could feel every drop of your seed inside of my cunt. Gee, I hope that you made me pregnant. I want to have your baby, Bobby. You can't imagine how much I want it."
"Don't be a fool," I said.
"Am I a fool, because I love you?"
"But you're my mother."
She sighed: "Don't tell me that you're going to go over that again. Don't tell me that you're going to start bothering me with that nonsense. Why do you have to think of me as your mother? Why can't you think of me as a girlfriend. I could be your girlfriend, if I wanted to? I'm still young, and beautiful. Right?"
"Sure, sure!" I nodded, not wanting to get into an argument. "Sure you're beautiful. Sure you can be my girlfriend. You can be anything that you want, as far as I'm concerned. I would even marry you, if you weren't married. Remember?"
"But why can't I have two husbands?" she suddenly asked. "Do you know what I would like?"
"What?"
"I would like to have two men making love to me at the same time. I would just love to have you and Alex in bed with me."
"You've got to be kidding," I screamed, feeling slightly disgusted by the thought of fucking my mother while my father was watching, even participating. I trembled all over, afraid of the possibility. I knew that if I didn't leave the house right away, terrible things would follow. I mean, I had already taken the first steps down the road of ruin. What was to stop me from going even further?
I was already fucking my mother. The next step would be to fuck her while my father watched. After that, maybe my sister would join us in the conjugal bed. Who knows how far the terrible thing would go? Who knows what awful sins I would be driven to commit? People are capable of doing almost anything, in their desperate, hungry search for bigger and better thrills. My mother, my father, my sister-they were all proof of what could happen when the sexual urge was left uncontrolled. And what about me? I was certainly the biggest sinner of them all, the biggest bastard that was ever born. I knew that unless I left home immediately, I would be doomed to a miserable, shameful life.
"Oh Bobby," my mother suddenly said. "You've got that faraway look in your eyes. I hope that you've given up that silly notion of leaving me.
You know that you can't leave. I need you too much."
"No," I lied. "I'll never leave you."
"Do you promise."
"Sure I promise."
My mother came up" to me and kissed my face, and then put her head in my lap, rubbing her lips across my sticky penis. She seemed amused by it, enthralled.
"Yes, Bobby," she whispered. "The two of us are going to have a smashing good time from now on. I'm going to talk to your father and ask him if you can join us in bed at night. I don't think that he would object, when he knows how much I love you, and how much I want you."
"Yeah...."
"Your father is a wonderful man," she continued. "I'm sure that he would get a big kick out of watching you fuck me. I would make him look while you shoved your cock into my cunt. Then, after you're all finished I would let him have sloppy seconds. I don't think that he would mind."
"Yeah..."
"Now that I think of it," she continued. "Maybe the two of you can fuck me at the same time. One of you could do it to me in the .front while the other could do it to me in the back. It sounds like a rather complicated procedure, but I'm sure that these things can be worked out. I'll buy a book somewhere, that explains how it's done."
"Yeah..."
"Oh, Bobby," she cried. "The three of us will really be happy. I promise that you won't regret a thing."
"Yeah, I'm sure we'll be happy," I whispered.
That night I locked myself into my room and packed my clothes. I left without a sound, taking a bus to Helene's house. I felt somewhat like a man who has just escaped the guillotine-greatly relieved.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Helene and I spent a wonderful summer together, going to the movies, the theatre, the park. We ate at the finest restaurants in the city, ordering the most expensive dishes. Money seemed to be no object, as far as she was concerned. She had lots of it to spend, and she was quite willing to spend it all on me, which made me quite happy.
Soon after I came to live with her, she had me go down to an exclusive Madison Avenue tailor and order a complete new wardrobe, custom made. She bought me new shirts, ties, jackets, slacks, socks, shoes, even underwear.
"Oh Bobby," she would say. "You look terribly handsome, terribly distinguished."
To be quite honest, I felt more grown up than I had ever felt before. She and I went everywhere together, and we spent almost every moment in each others company, which I didn't mind at all. At night, Helene also took quite good care of me, always ready for a good, long fuck.
That whole business about her being frigid, and being terrified of the male phallus turned out to be a lot of bunk. She had just been teasing with me, playing games with me.
"I wanted to see how you would react," she laughed. "Anyways, I think that it's in poor taste to fuck anyone the first time around. That's why I made you do it to me in the ass, that day when we met in the park. But from now on, things are going to be different. Whenever you want a shot at my juicy wet pussy, all you've got to do is whistle."
Well, I found myself whistling almost every day, and twice on Sundays. I never seemed to get enough of that big, wide crack between her legs. I would dream about it, think about it all the time. My cock always seemed to be hard when the two of us were together. It was uncanny the way she would turn me on with just a look, a smile, a soft purr.
"Oh Bobby, I can see you want to hump me again," she would laugh. "If you don't watch yourself, you'll burn yourself out. Too much sex is dangerous for the heart, I'm told."
"But what a way to go?" I would reply, pulling her onto the bed, ripping away her clothes, slipping my hands between her shapely legs, between her creamy white thighs. She would melt, like a lump of butter on a hot summer day, whenever I reached all the way up, to the slope of her swollen love mound. Just a touch, a feel, a rub was enough to have shaking like a malted machine, like a wet bitch in heat.
"Oh Bobby," she would cry, as I plowed my rod into her. "Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby."
She would repeat my name again and again, in the same way that my mother used to, the same way that Janice and Stephanie were fond of doing. Helene would hold me firmly with her thighs, with the muscles of her cunt, never letting me go for a single moment, for a single second. With my tool buried inside of her fluffy muff, she was transformed into a raging volcano, into an uncontrollable tornado.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby," she would moan, as I fucked the living daylights out of her, as I sent wild sparks of heat up her cunt, as I filled her hole with my big, fat cock. She would rip away at it, chew on it till there was nothing left, till she had milked the life out of me. Then, just as soon as I had recovered, just as soon as my vitality had returned to my organ, she was ready for more, she was ready for another quick fuck.
"Oh Bobby," she would say to me. "You and I are going to make quite a good team. You like to fuck, and I like to get fucked. I've never been happier with anyone before in my whole life. You may be young, but you've got that certain, unexplainable something that just drives all the girls wild. I'll bet that you really drove those little hot assed, high school coed's right up the wall."
"Yeah, I did my share," I would laugh, thinking about some of the girlfriends that I had had. I found, as the days went by, that my thoughts started to wander to that old flame of mine, Stephanie. I began to think more and more about her, and soon I found myself haunted by her memory. Maybe it was love? Maybe it was something else? I can't quite explain my deep longing for her, my craving for her sweet young body. It was just one of those things for which there is no satisfactory explanation.
Finally, one day I couldn't stand it any longer, so I called her up on the phone. I half expected that she would hang up on me, but to my surprise, she admitted that she missed me terribly, that she had been feeling miserable since I had broken off my relationship with her.
"Hey Bobby, I heard you left home."
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"I called your house," she whispered. "Your mother was heartbroken. So am I."
"Well, I had to leave. You understand the situation, don't you. I couldn't stay there any longer."
"Yeah, I understand," she said. "But why didn't you stay in touch with me? Where are you?"
The two of us spoke for almost an hour and a half, and I told her everything, about Helene, about myself, about my future plans. Stephanie was genuinely interested, and she expressed a great desire to see me as soon as possible.
"Can't you come over to my house?" she asked. "My mother is away on vacation till the end of August, and I have the place all to myself. Gee, it would be nice to see you again. You can't imagine how much I've missed you. At night I dream about you all the time."
"Do you now?" I snickered.
"I've missed the way that you used to touch me," she confessed. "I've missed that big prick of yours, and that sweet way that you used to slip it into me. Please, Bobby, come over and visit me. I'm sure that Helene won't mind."
"She's very possessive."
"Well, then you can sneak away, can't you?"
"I'll see," I said, before hanging up.
For the next few days, I kept thinking of Stephanie, all warm and cuddly, waiting in bed just for me, dreaming about a big cock. How could I refuse to see her, when she needed me so much? And besides, I was growing a little weary of Helene, of that sweet, wet muff of hers. I mean, fucking the same woman, night after night, can be very tedious after awhile. A guy-likes to have a little variety, to spice up the soup, and Stephanie was just what the doctor ordered.
So one day, I told Helene that I was going for a walk, and instead took the subway over to Stephanie's house. She was pleasantly surprised to see me, wearing a pair of tight fitting Wrangler's, and a revealing pistachio colored blouse. I could see her breasts jiggling underneath, shaking as she rushed into my arms.
"Oh Bobby, I can't believe that you're here," she cried when she saw me.
"It's me all right."
There was no time for long conversation. It seemed that there was no time for anything, except the wild ecstasy of sexual pleasure. Stephanie took my hand, pulling it down to her crotch, to that rumpled area between the legs of her jeans.
"Touch me! Feel me!" she purred, quivering all over. I started to stroke her muff through the rough material of her jeans. I couldn't really feel anything, but the thought of what was waiting for me after I got her undressed was practically enough to send me climbing up the wall. I reached behind her, to her buttocks, and squeezed them softly. Yes, she was the same hot assed girl that I had known all along, the same sweet bitch that I used to have so much pleasant sex with after school.
"Now," she cried. "Let's not wait."
Before I knew it, she dropped her trousers, and was standing in front of me, wearing only a pair of see through, bikini panties, through which was visible the black, curly locks that sprouted underneath her belly like a burning bush of passion.
"Beautiful," I exclaimed, as I stared at her wet muff, as I examined her wild, female sexuality. She was young, eager, excited. I could see that she hadn't been getting any good loving in quite awhile. I could see that she was horny, aroused by a wild, uncontrollable yearning-a woman's longing.
"Oh Bobby, did you miss me the way I missed you."
"More."
"You sweet liar," she cried, as she dropped her panties, and unbuttoned her blouse. She ran up to me, and reached down for my fly, ripping it open, sticking her soft hands inside, grabbing hold of my firm erection. When she made contact, she suddenly started to breathe hard, to pant, to moan. She got down on her knees and she kissed it, the way someone would kiss an old friend, the way someone would embrace a long lost relative.
"Hey, you really are hot," I laughed.
"Sure. Come and do it to me, Bobby. Don't make me wait any longer."
Her eagerness, stirred me with a new found potency, with a flaming zest. I picked her up, pushing her up against the wall. I dropped my trousers, and shorts, and I let my big, fat cock rub smoothly against her belly.
"Are you going to do it to me standing up?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?" I whispered, sticking my tongue into her ear.
I suddenly remembered something that had happened to me when I was younger, when I was thirteen years old. There was this girl that I had known whose name was Sally, who was two years older than me, fifteen. She and I had been very close friends. One afternoon, in late summer, she had taken me into the hall of an old apartment house. We went down, behind the stairs, where no one would see us. She pulled up her skirt, and dropped her bloomers. I pulled out my cock and showed it to her. After long hot kissing, and feeling, I fucked her good, sticking it right up her cunt while she was standing with her back to the wall. Wow, it sure was a pleasant experience, and the memory of it send cold chills up and down my back. As I looked into Stephanie's eyes, I suddenly remembered how nervous I had been with Sally, how afraid I had been that someone would see us, catch us. Now, for some strange reason, I experienced the same, queasy sensation.
"What's the matter, Bobby?" asked Stephanie, her voice clear as crystal, rousing me from my daydream memory.
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?" she asked again.
"Sure I am," I replied wistfully, circling my arms around her small waist, reaching down to her soft rump, to her milky white buttocks. I squeezed them tenderly, rubbing them with my hands, kneading them with my fingers. Then I went further down, traveling along the rim of her crack, down to that sweetness that waited between her legs.
"Touch me there," she cried. "Feel me, Bobby, Please!"
Slowly, carefully, my palm came toward her cunt, till it was resting neatly against the fluffy, watery hole. I played with her the way I knew that she would enjoy it. I tickled the raw, red slit with my middle finger, the big one, and then I reached inside of the juicy box. I could feel her body churning like a cauldron beneath my touch. Foreplay would be unnecessary with her. If I tried to get her any hotter than she was at that moment, she would die of heat exhaustion.
"Now!" she screamed, at the top of her lungs, as I worked my knees between her thighs. She spread open, her legs bent like spider, her back arched, her cunt aiming in my direction. I held onto her tightly, pushing her head against the wall as I took the lunge with my spear. Everything worked out perfectly, smoothly, easily. I pressed my cock up against the juicy love mound that was wide open, waiting anxiously. I worked the swollen head of my organ, between the drape-like folds of her slippery labial lips, thrusting with my pelvis till I was deep inside of her hole, inside of her nest. I wiggled back and forth, till I was firmly imbedded inside of her. Then, with a pat on the back of her head, I motioned for her to straighten out, and close her legs. Soon we were locked, handcuffed together, holding onto one another with fierce determination.
"I love you," I suddenly cried, not knowing why. "I love you Stephanie. You're the best girl that I've ever been with. Your cunt is so soft, so warm so wet. It thrills me right down to the marrow."
"I love you too," she whispered. "You're the only boy that I could ever love. That big cock of yours drives me right out of my mind. When you stick it to me, I go crazy, simply berserk."
Stephanie purred like a kitten, as she pulled at my giant tool with the lips of her vagina. I could feel her pelvis grinding me up, ripping my meat, my manhood. I closed my eyes, lost in my own private world of lust. I found myself thinking about the girls that I had fucked before, about Sally, about Janice, about a blonde named Trudy, about a brunette named Evelyn. I felt somewhat like a dying man, watching his life flash before him for the last time.
I suddenly started to think about my mother, about Helene and a cold sweat covered my body. They both frightened me, scared the hell right out of me. I could see them, in my mind's eye, chasing me down a dark alley. Just thinking about them almost made me lose my erection. Then, when I opened my eyes, and saw Stephanie, I felt better. The sound of her voice, the touch of her velvety smooth cunt was enough to drive the hobgoblins away. Suddenly, without warning, I ejaculated, shooting my load deep into her cunt. She cried softly, convulsing, shaking and trembling like a thin reed. When it was over, there was a broad, happy smile on her face.
"Gee, that's just what I needed," she said. "Till you came along to rescue me, I was just a sex-starved teen-aged girl, which is the worst thing in the world to be. You can't imagine how badly I wanted to get fucked."
"Oh..."
"You know the old saying," laughed Stephanie. "A cock a day, keeps the doctor away. It's very true. Girl's get very horny when they don't indulge. At least that's true as far as I'm concerned. I wasn't meant to lead the celibate life. I need to lead a very active sex life in order to stay happy."
"Oh?"
"Yes," whispered Stephanie. "After you left without a word, I should have found myself another boyfriend, a substitute. I should have dropped you like a cold potato. I guess that I was a fool just to wait for you to call me up. Do you know why I waited?"
"Why?"
"Because I love you," explained Stephanie. "I guess there's no accounting for taste. There are plenty of boys I know who want to go out with me. But none of them really measure up. None of them seem to be right for me. So I just sat here and played with myself, waiting for your phone call. I'm glad that you finally got around to it."
"Well, I missed you too," I said. "Helene keeps me pretty busy. She's a horny bitch. It seems like I'm in bed with her all the time, screwing her and screwing her and screwing her again. Sometimes I get scared."
"Of what?"
"Of her," I replied. "She's a nice woman, but she treats me like an object, like a toy to satisfy her own sexual needs."
"Maybe you ought to leave her?" suggested Stephanie.
"I've been thinking of it," I said. "I've been thinking that I have to get away somewhere and find myself. Maybe I ought to join the army? They say that a guy can find himself in the army."
"Oh?"
"I feel that I've got to do something. I can't just live with Helene for the rest of my life. Sometimes I feel like I'm still living with my mother. I've got to get out of that bag."
"Maybe?" sighed Stephanie. The two of us were sitting on the floor, with her legs spread wide apart. I could see the curly black locks of her muff, flaring up toward her belly in a most delightful manner. Further down, between her thighs, lay hidden the treasure of her sexuality, the warmth of her femininity. I suddenly reached out to touch it, to feel the slippery lips that covered the gash.
"That tickles," she laughed.
I put my finger inside, exploring the cavern in a very casual manner, in a disinterested manner. Stephanie began to smile, the way women do when they're happy, when they're excited. She bent over and kissed me on the nose, then on my forehead, running her fingers through my hair.
"It feels good when you finger me," she said. "I suddenly throb all over."
"Let's do it again," I suddenly said.
"You're in the mood so soon? It's only been ten or fifteen minutes since we've finished."
"Well, I'm ready," I said, bursting with energy. Usually it takes me at least forty five minutes, to an hour before I can get my cock hard the second time around. But now, sitting on the floor with Stephanie, I could feel a newly found vitality fill my body, my muscles. I reached out and grabbed her around the waist.
"Oh Bobby, are you going to fuck me again?"
"Yes... Don't you want me to?"
"Tell me that you love me first."
"Sure I do," I said. "Of course I love you."
When Stephanie heard the words, her heart melted. I could have done anything that I wanted with her at that moment. It was as though the words had a strange, hypnotic effect on her. She seemed to be in a daze, lost in her own private world of sensuality, sexuality.
"Oh Bobby, take me," she cried. "Please don't let me wait another moment."
"Sure," I laughed, strong and fully erect. I lunged at her, like a lion on a deer, dragging her down to the floor, falling on top of her yielding body with a wild fury. My hands pawed over her soft flesh, across her breasts and nipples. Soon I was inside of her again, buried deep in her murky wet pussy. My cock was sliding in her pond, climbing up her cunt like a missile. I felt the vigorous friction of her insides, the wild pressures of her quaking body pulling against my organ. I closed my eyes and sucked in a mouthful of air.
"I'm coming," I cried. "I'm coming."
When it was all over, Stephanie and I went into the bathroom, where we showered. I stayed with her all afternoon, getting into her muff two more times. Before I left, I promised that I would come and see her again, often.
"Don't forget," she said.
"No, I won't," I promised. Then, like the wind, I was gone.
CHAPTER NINE
It didn't take Helene long to find out that I was seeing Stephanie again. She was extremely upset, extremely angry. I don't think that I had ever seen so much venom in her eyes, so much pure hatred. She was dressed in tight leather shorts, high heels, and a white blouse, through which could easily be seen the pointed cones of her large, creamy white breasts.
"Where have you been?" she asked, as I walked through the door.
"Away," I replied. "I told you that I went for a walk. That's where I've been."
"You're a liar."
"No..." I protested.
"Shut up," she screamed. "You pig. I should have known that I couldn't trust you. After everything that I've given you, I feel hurt that you could go and cheat on me. You bastard! You fucking bastard."
I could see that there was no point in trying to hide it from her any longer. I must have been a fool to think that she wouldn't catch onto me sooner or later. Well, I was glad that she knew. I was never a very comfortable liar.
"Okay," I admitted. "There is someone else."
"Who?"
"Her name is Stephanie," I whispered. "She's a girl that I've known for quite awhile, even before I met you, even before I came to live with you. I might as well tell you everything. I'm in love with her."
"You love me!"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "You want to keep me on your mantle, like a caged bird. I can't love you. You're too much like my mother, like my sister. Stephanie is different. She wants me as a person. All you're interested in is my prick, my cock."-I reached down to my fly and pulled it out.-"That's what you're interested in. Your husband Gerald used to treat you like a hole, a cunt. Now you're getting even with him, through me. Isn't that true?"
"No.. . No."
"Sure it is," I screamed. "Don't think that I haven't seen what was happening, what you were doing to me. Remember the first time that we were together? Remember how you made me fuck you in the ass?"
"So... I liked it that way. You liked it too, didn't you?"
"That's not the point," I sighed. "You were trying to degrade me, weren't you? You want to destroy me the way your husband Gerald destroyed you. I can see the web that you've been spinning, trying to catch me, trying to trap me like a fly. Well, I can't stand it any longer. I want my freedom. I need it, can't live without it. No one is going to put me in a cage, not even you."
Outside, a warm rain was beginning to fall. It was the last day of August, the end of the summer. The sky was dark, and cloudy, ominous. A fast wind blew through the trees, shaking the soft leaves. The sound of thunder filled the air oppressively.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Helene suddenly. "I've never seen you like this before. That Stephanie has turned your head against me, made you forget all the nice things that I've done for you. Don't you want to come to bed with me? Don't you want to fuck me? Sure you do. I can fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Don't you remember how nice the two of us were together, coming all the time? Don't you remember how much you used to like me? Are you going to throw all that away for some silly high-school tramp."
"She's not a tramp."
"Sure she is," whispered Helene. "I know the type. She probably does it with anyone who ask her to. She probably has a dozen waiting for her after you're gone. Girls like that can never get enough sex. Girls like that are never satisfied."
"It's not true and you know it," I whispered. "You're being spiteful. You want to fill my head with lies, so that I'll come crawling back to you. Well, it won't work. I'm onto your game."
Helene got up from where she was sitting. Her eyes were heavy with mascara, slanted at a devilish angle. She was wearing leather gloves on her hands, and carrying a big leather whip which I had never seen before. She cracked the whip in front of me, missing my face by inches.
"Hey put that down," I protested.
"What if I don't?"
"C'mon, that's dangerous."
"Is it now?" she laughed. "Gerald used to beat me with a whip just like this one. He used to tie me down, with my legs spread so that my cunt was completely exposed. Then he used to hit me right across the hole. It was terrible, simply terrible. There were times when I had to go to the hospital for treatment. That's how badly he used to whip me. Gerald was a bastard. All men are bastards. Yes, you're all basically no good bastards."
It seemed as though something had suddenly snapped in Helene's mind, as though she had lost all sense of reason. She continued to snap the bullwhip in front of me, forcing me back against the wall, till I could retreat no further. Her eyes were burning with anger, with hatred. I could see that she wanted revenge, and that I had now become a convenient scapegoat.
"Listen," I said. "Maybe you're right? Maybe Gerald was a bastard? But he's the one that you ought to get, not me. What did I do that was so bad? After all, I'm not married to you or anything like that. If I want to leave you, I've got the right."
"No, you can't leave me," screamed Helene possessively. "I won't let you leave me. I'll kill you before I let you out of this house. You're mine, mine, all mine. You belong to me. Haven't I given you everything that you've ever wanted? You're not going to make a fool out of me, treat me like a dog. I won't let you discard me like yesterday's old newspaper." '
Suddenly, without warning, the lash struck me across the back of my neck. The force of the blow caused me to tip over, to fall to the floor. I must have struck my head against a nearby chair, because I started to black out, losing consciousness.
I don't know how long I was out cold, though I estimate that it must have been at least an hour. In that time, Helene had managed to drag me down to the basement, stripping me completely naked and tying me to a beam in the middle of the room. When I opened my eyes, I saw her standing in front of me, still brandishing the whip, dressed in leather shorts, and a white see-through blouse-the same outfit that she had been wearing when I first came into the house.
"Hey, let me out of here," I coughed, still a bit dazed, my head aching with pain.
"Where do you want to go? To Stephanie?"
"Listen," I screamed. "A joke is a joke, but I really think that you're carrying this little game a bit too far. Now, would you kindly untie me and let me get out of here. I don't think this is very funny."
"Neither do I," announced Helene. "But it isn't supposed to be funny. I'm dead serious."
She walked over to me, reaching out with gloved hands to my exposed phallus. It was soft, droopy, hanging across my testicles like a sleeping snake. Helene began to caress it, to fondle it, to rub it. She even bent over to lick the meaty cockhead with her long, lascivious tongue. She manipulated it, applying a vigorous friction to its surface, till it stiffened and started to grow.
"Nice, very nice," she purred, as she felt the erection expand in her hand, till she could hardly hold it any longer. It was hot, throbbing, aroused. She began to moan, as she stared at it wildly, a smile on her red lips.
"You're such a nice boy," said Helene. "This cock of yours is the nicest part of you. I like it so much that I can't help touching it, kissing it, licking it. You know that my insides are churning like a cauldron, cooking like a warm broth. I can't wait till you put that thing inside of me, till you fuck me again. Oh, Bobby, I simply can't wait till you're shoving it up my eunt."
"Why don't you untie me first," I said softly. "Then it'll be just like old times. Then I'll kiss you, and hug you, and thrill you the way that you want me to. Huh, why don't you just come over here and untie my hands and my feet?"
"You must take me for some sort of fool," whispered Helene. "I know what you'll do if I untie you. You'll leave me for sure, won't you? You'll go to that whore Stephanie, that cheap tart. No, I can't untie you just yet. First I'm going to have to punish you for being a very bad boy. I'm going to have to whip you for running away from me, for cheating on me, for destroying our sacred love. Yes, you've got to pay for what you did, for all the bad things that happened between you and Stephanie."
I tried to protest, to argue with her, but it was too late. Suddenly, without warning, the tongue of the lash struck my flesh. My body began to tingle, as Helene continued to rain blow after blow with her whip. She struck me on the neck, on the stomach, on my legs and even across my face. She seemed to be avoiding my genitals, as she administered the beating. I could see small trickles of sweat forming on her forehead, rolling down her red cheeks, to her chin.
"Does it hurt?" she asked mockingly, beating me with all of her strength. I bit my lips, and closed my eyes tightly, trying not to think of the overwhelming pain that I was experiencing. Tiny red welts were forming on my flesh, and in spots I was beginning to bleed.
"Stop...."I cried. "Please stop."
Helene paid no attention to me, to my painful anguish. It was as though she was lost in a world of her own, in her own private world of sadistic fantasy. I'm sure that in her own mind, she believed that it was Gerald whom she was beating. Finally, after all the years of suppressed hatred, she was getting even with him, through me. There was nothing that I could do to stop her, to make her see the wickedness of her actions. I gritted my teeth, as the pain washed over me, like wave after wave of water hitting the sandy beach.
"You bastard," she screamed, exhausted. She stopped for a moment, wiping perspiration from her brow. Then, with a wicked smile on her face, she started to unbutton her blouse. She let it fall to the floor, kicking it away with her feet. Now she was standing in front of me half naked, her large, juicy breasts completely exposed. She walked over to me and brushed them across my chest, across my stomach, like a soothing balm.
"This is what you could have had," she whispered. "Look how big they are, how round, how luscious. Don't tell me that you can resist. Don't tell me that I don't excite you, arouse you."
"But you do," I moaned. "You're the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen. Just untie me, and let me touch you, kiss you, feel you."
"Not yet," she laughed, drawing back from me. She picked up the whip again, and started to poke the wooden part against my testicles, between my legs. She began to rub it across the length of my firm erection.
"It's amazing," she said. "I beat you and beat you and beat you till I was nearly exhausted and you still managed to keep a boner through all that. I wonder what would happen if I started to hit you across that cock of yours. Then you would be whistling a different tune."
"No!"
"Why not?" she asked laughing. Suddenly she brought down the tongue of the lash across the sensitive flesh of my genitals. She didn't hit me hard enough to do any permanent damage, but the pain was excruciatingly bitter nonetheless. She hit me across the balls and cock with a wild frenzy, with a sadistic passion. Again and again, she brought the lash across my body, across my burning organ. I tried to keep from screaming, but it was impossible. I was on fire, in deep pain.
"Ahhhhhh...." I shouted at the top of my lungs, biting my tongue. Suddenly I started to think of my mother and my sister. I don't know what made their pictures flash into my brain, but the harder Helene hit me, the more I found myself thinking of them, of the incestuous affairs in which I had indulged.
"Harder, hit me harder," I suddenly begged. "I deserve it for what I did to Janice. I deserve it for what I did to my mother. Go on, whip me till I can stand it any longer. Beat me with all your might."
Helene continued to bring the lash down across my genitals, hitting me with the biting tongue of the lash. This continued for about fifteen minutes. When it was over, the great guilt that had been plaguing me for months, since that Thursday when I went to bed with Janice, was gone. It was as though the beating had cleansed me, purged me of my guilt. Although my body was burning with pain, I felt better than I had felt in a long, long time. That gnawing, oppressive feeling which had haunted me, plagued me like a ghost, was finally driven out of me, driven out of mind. I was free again, pure again, innocent again. I gave out a great sigh of relief.
"What are you so happy about?" asked Helene suddenly.
"You wouldn't understand."
"You enjoyed it, didn't you? I knew that you were basically a masochist at heart. Now you're ready for a little sex. I can see that you're ready for a good screw."
"Yes, all right," I muttered. Helene undid the snap of her shorts. The zipper slowly spread open, along the line of her crotch, falling nearly to her ankles. She was wearing lemon yellow panties, against which was clearly visible the coppery strands of pubic hair that grew underneath. She lunged with her hands to the waistband and wiggled out of them, so that she stood completely naked.
"Shall I untie you?"
"Yes." I replied.
"Will you fuck me in the ass?" she whispered.
"This is going to be our last time together, isn't it."
"Yes."
"I want you to fuck me in the ass before you go. Do you think that you're up to it."
"Yes."
She walked over to me, and undid the cords that held me to the beam. I felt a little numb, dazed, as she led me to the couch, near the basement window. She made me lie down, and started to kiss my sore, swollen body. She took my cock into her mouth and licked it with her sweet tongue, with her saliva. Soon it grew erect, firm, long and hard as a pole. She bit it with her teeth and gave a few good heavy sucks with her lips.
"Do it to me now," she said, turning over on her stomach.
"Yes," I cried, falling on top of her. Before I knew what had happened, I was inside of her, with my throbbing phallus climbing up her hot little ass, rubbing against the tight anal orifice. I closed my eyes and forgot about the pain that was wracking my body. I was in heaven once again, lost in the sweet pleasures of unbridled sexuality.
"That's good," I cried. "That's really good."
CHAPTER TEN
With Helene out of my hair, I was just about ready to start planning for the future. Stephanie and I gave considerable thought to marriage, but decided against it. We were both too young, and needed more time. She had lots of things that she wanted to do, and so did I. There was a world out there, waiting for us, and we both meant to discover it first, before settling down.
The army seemed as good a place to start as any, so I went down to the recruiting station and enlisted. I told the man there that I was interested in going to Europe, and the son-of-a-bitch told me not to worry about a thing.
"Yeah, we'll send you to Europe." he laughed. "Any particular place. You want to go to Germany and meet those frauleins, or maybe you'd like Paris better?"
"It's all the same with me, just as long as it's Europe. I've always wanted to go."
"Don't worry about a thing, kid. Just sign on the dotted line."
Well, I signed, and you'll never guess where they sent me. No, I didn't go to Germany or France, or Greece. Instead I was assigned to a communications center in Alaska, where the temperature dropped to seventy degrees below zero most of the time, and where it was pitch black for five months out of the year. I suppose things could have been worse. They could have sent me to Indo-China, or some such place. But believe me, it was pretty bad out there, with nothing but miles and miles of snowy tundra to stare at. There were a couple of times when I thought that I was losing my bean.
Well, they say that people can get used to just about anything, and it didn't take me long before I got used to life in Alaska. I met this Eskimo chick, whose name was Oona, and she and I got pretty chummy after awhile. She had the longest, straightest black hair that you've ever seen, and the warmest little body that I'd ever touched. When we were together we didn't need an electric blanket, because we were able to make our own sparks.
Yeah, there were plenty of woman out in Alaska, more woman than I knew what to do with. There was this hot assed stewardess named Sandy, who used to pay me a visit whenever her plane touched down, and there was this army nurse named Pauline who was kind of sweet on me-and every other man that she could lay her hands on.
Pauline was the strangest bitch that I ever did see. Once she took on twelve guys in a single night. I was number five, which is better than being number six, I suppose. That Pauline had the wettest cunt that I've ever been inside of. After a session with her, my cock felt like a piece of worn out macaroni. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Pauline was a first class cunt, the fastest fuck in the North Pole. I think that she could have taken on a bull, and left him exhausted. In fact there were rumors that she once did have relations with a bull, among other things. I don't know how true the story is, but the guys at the barracks used to talk about it all the time, the way guys always do.
Anyways, the three year hitch passed quickly, and before I knew it I was discharged. When I flew back to New York, Stephanie was waiting for me at the airport, as pretty as she had ever been. She was wearing a clingy tangerine jumpsuit that hugged all the soft curves of her body in a most delightful manner. I could have come right there, at the airport, if it hadn't been for the enormous self-control that I had managed to develop in the army. Who says that the army isn't good for anything.
"Oh Bobby," she shouted, when she saw me, "I've really missed you."
"I've missed you to."
I don't know who was more anxious, Stephanie or me. We checked into a nearby hotel, and for the next two days we did nothing but screw. I gave it to her in the front, in the back, in the mouth, on the tit, in the hand. I even tried to do it in her ear, which turned out to be a very messy failure.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "I'm glad that you're back."
"So am I," I laughed, plowing into her one more time. Believe me that it was good to be home again. Yeah, it was real good.
