The hot afternoon sun baked the naked back of. the adolescent young girl as she lay sleeping in the backyard. She moaned in her sleep, wriggling-her shapely ass against the air as a fold of the blanket rubbed between her legs, pressing against the tiny wisp of fabric that covered her just pubescent cunt. She wiggled again, and the movement made the strings of her bikini top fall completely away.
Another moan came, and she rolled over on the blanket, the recently developing cones of her young tits pointing straight into the air. Her left foot drew up, the right one cocking against it, and without opening her eyes she reached down to ease the triangle of bathing suit away from her hot little pussy mound.
She appeared to be in her early teens, very pretty, with straight dark brown hair that fanned about her shoulders. Her body was nut brown from the summer sun, except for the pale band of color across her breasts that revealed clearly the shape of the tits and the tinier band that showed above the pushed-down bottoms of her bikini. Both of those areas seemed almost shockingly white in contrast. The only real color on her tits was the dark red tongue-teasers that were her nipples, and the spreading circle of the same shade around them.
She moved again as she dreamed, her ass twitching. Her hips twisted now, her blossoming tail humping up against the air a time or two. Eyes still closed, she reached down again and her finger slipped beneath the cloth of the bikini to rub across the lips of her cunt, trying to satisfy the itch that was bothering her dream. A sound of satisfaction escaped her lips, and she reached further, digging deep into her cunt with her middle finger. When she brought her hand away the finger glistened with the sweet juices of her heated passage.
"OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, her finger sliding sweetly in the hot moistness of her pubescent, virgin pussy.
Her hips worked against the blanket now-she did not see the boy who suddenly appeared in the window of the house that overlooked her resting spot. But she was seen; he stopped, riveted, his eyes straining to take in every curve of her almost naked body, every detail of the tits that rose and fell with each breath. He had to strain to see, for he was nearly a hundred feet away-the yards of both houses were large, the houses themselves old Victorian structures that bulked huge against the bright blue sky.
"Jeezuz!" he moaned, overcome by the purely erotic sight of her virginal, sexually ready body.
Instantly he had a hard-on, pressing against his ragged cutoffs. He wet his lips with his tongue and looked over his shoulders automatically, even though he knew the house was empty-his mother was but at one of her club meetings, which meant she'd come home too late to start a decent supper, and probably too swakked to fix it right anyhow. And that meant the old man would be royally pissed for the third day running. He'd start shouting, which would be the beginning of another grand night for all who were stuck in the old family home stead.
But even if the evening was foredoomed to stink, that didn't mean the whole goddamn day had to be lost! Janet Sanborne's hot body was ready for action whether she knew it or not-and her goddamn twin brother, Jimmy, was away for the summer with their mother at the beach house. It was a good thing old man and old lady Sanborne had split for the summer, trying to live apart to see if they really did want a divorce-if only his own bastard father and bitch mother would get the same idea!
"Oh, baby!" He licked his lips again, and rubbed the swelling at his crotch-then slipped his hand inside his pants to feel the hot shape of his cock. It was all he could do to stop himself from pulling down his pants and shorts to jerk off right here!
But Janet was right there, ready for fucking ...
"Just you stay there, Janet baby-Darryl's comin'! Yeah-and pretty soon his cock is gonna be cummin', too! In you!"
He raised his eyes from the semi-naked girl to study the back of her house. Her father was working, and he was pretty sure her year-younger sister, Liz, had left for the town swimming pool not more than half an hour ago. Liz and her twin, Les, were royal pains-for that matter, Jimmy was a pain, too, even though up until last winter he had been Darryl's closest friend. But Darryl was eight months older and started to sprout hair around his cock way over a year before Jimmy's meat stick started to grow. Ever since, Darryl had been horny almost all the time, wanting to smell after pussy and jerking off three of four times every day. Not that he had ever got his cock inside a girl's legs-but he sure as shit would never get a better chance than now!
Darryl rubbed his crotch again, imagining that he could feel the heat of his flesh even through his cutoffs and his undershorts. He reluctantly tore himself away from the window and hurried down the back stairs, a tall, slender boy of fourteen, straw-colored hair covering his ears and the nape of his neck. Despite his slenderness, he was muscular, the veins standing out strong in his arms, the pectorals swelling against his tank top. The nipples were large for a boy, pressing through the knit fabric of the cloth, one completely visible as a dark brown berry. His tan was several shades lighter than the girl's, and would never get deeper, but it was smooth and even, not marked by the usual scrapes and bumps of boyhood. Ragged old sneakers ready for the garbage can were on his feet.
He hurried through the kitchen-his original reason for coming from his room to the back of the house was a strong thirst, after which he had been thinking about digging out a sex paperback to jerk off. But that was forgotten now as he pushed through the back door and moved quickly across the yard. He found the space in the hedge separating the two yards that was just big enough for him to squeeze through-otherwise it was an impenetrable wall eight feet high, impossible to see through. He moved cautiously through the hedge, peeking through the far side to see if Janet had heard the noise of his progress.
But she was still sleeping, her hand resting across her belly now. As he came closer he could see that the tips of three fingers were pushed under the shape of her bikini bottom-and he was thrilled anew to see the tiny sprinkle of pubic hair escaping around them. His hand dropped again to his crotch to ease his aching organ, pressing it against his groin. It was going to be one of the greatest reliefs he had ever known just to shove his shorts down over his hips, freeing his prick to stand out straight in the air.
Janet moaned again as Darryl dropped to his knees beside her, his hands resting for a minute on his thighs. He studied the shape of her tits, once more licking his tips, and then tried to see the cleft of her pussy between her fingers. There was a dip in the cloth and just that was enough to excite him again.
He reached out to her with one nervous finger, almost touching her tit-and then he hesitated. His hand was no more than an inch away from her flesh when he pulled it back, biting his lip. For several seconds he closed his eyes, steeling his courage-then when he opened them again, reached his hand down to touch her thigh, rubbing gently between her legs.
"Oh!" The girl's eyes flew open, blinking. For a minute she did not realize where she was, what was happening. Then she saw him, looked down at his hand.
"DARRYL! What are you doing?"
She tried to roll away, but he was reaching for her with both hands now, falling across her to pin her.
Devil take the hindmost! There's no pulling back now, boys! Chaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrge!
"Christ, Janet-I want you!"
"Please! Stop it, Darryl-DONT!"
He ignored her-he couldn't have obeyed even if his senses were in control. His body was ruled only by his lust now as he found himself so close to the goal that fired his loins, shaped his cock. His arm was around her, holding her down as the other hand moved across her sweatslick belly to probe within her bikini, feeling for himself the shape of her pudenda. Her hair scratched his hand as his middle finger dug into the moist cunt.
"Darryl! Don't!"
"I can't!"
He moaned, softly, his lips brushing across one of the nipples now. His teeth touched the spongy shape and took it in, his tongue working across the rough-surfaced flesh. The girl twisted beneath him, tried to fight him off, push up at him. But her struggles were growing weaker, as though her heart wasn't really in it.
"Please!" she said, sobbing. "This isn't right, Darryl! We shouldn't be doing this! "
"Oh, Christ!" Oh Jesus God! I'm going out of my fuckin' mind! I'm sorry, Janet-I can't help myself! I'm so goddamn hot! I have to have you!"
He kissed her nipple again, and then his lips moved down to her stomach, his tongue caressing her flesh, circling the tiny valley of her bellybutton. His hand worked her small tit as the other one moved beneath her ass, lifting her up as his tongue grew close to her bikini. And now he smelled the sharp odor of her virgin cunt, saw closely the wet hairs escaping the cloth-wet with sweat and with her girlish vaginal juices. His finger worked the cloth down and he was looking at her pussy from the top of the slit, saw the pouting outer lips and the red walls within.
Janet was gasping now, no longer pretending to struggle as she felt his burning touch come near her crotch. Her face was contorted as she felt the fire of lust herself, felt the heat probe through her loins and drive up through her body. It was wrong to let him do this, let herself give into to him so shamelessly, but her cunt was in complete control of her body. She couldn't resist his moves as he lifted her hips now, pulled the soaked wisp of swimsuit down to her ankles and then over her feet.
She was completely naked now, felt the blanket pressing between the cleft of her buttocks. She was terribly hot, the sweat pouring freely from her body as she drew her feet up just far enough to let her knees part, let Darryl see straight into her gaping cunt.
"Jeez, Janet!" The boy moved around to get a better view of her opening, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her wet inner passage as her pussy sucked against the hot air. His cock was burning fiercely against the pressure of his shorts but he ignored the pain and the ache in his gut to reach up and touch her with one finger that slid across the bottom of her cunt.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! YOU'RE BURNING ME UP, DARRYL! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE! DO IT TO ME! PLEASE!"
He felt the pressure of her cunt walls as he moved his finger within her, but there was no resistance-just pressure that increased as the finger slid easily until the second knuckle was within the passage.
And then he hit the obstruction.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Janet moaned softly, her head turned away as she twisted her ass beneath his touch, pumped it against the air. "AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DON'T STOP-IT FEELS GOOD! IT'S WONDERFUL! DO IT AGAIN-DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The boy was eager to please, wanting to make her feel good. He was laying flat against the ground now, felt the grass pushing against his belly as his shirt pushed away from the top of his shorts. The stalks felt cool against his flesh despite the heat of the afternoon.
"Oh, Christ, Janet!" He moaned. "Please-you gotta let me do it! I gotta fuck you!"
It seemed as though his cock were ready to explode right through the cloth of his shorts. He rolled on his side and looked down to see that there was a gap at the top that let him see the color of his cockhead, even though the shorts were old and so tight that he had trouble closing the top snap. He had to reach down and give himself relief even as he worked two fingers into the girl's cunt. His other hand pulled at his buttons, freeing his cock from the prison that kept it pressed against his groin-and even before he could work his shorts down on his hips the thick shaft of his meat flew out, slamming hot against his hand. It was sensitized to a greater degree than ever before, and seemed tender as he rubbed himself.
But his balls were caught in the bottom of his fly. For a minute he had to give up the twin pleasures of rubbing cunt and cock to push his shorts down to his knees. His balls were already drawn up tight against the base of his shaft, the cockhead hurting from the dry friction of the shorts. He rubbed the length of his shaft as the girl's ass twitched again, faster now, rising up against him as she tried to bring his finger back into her cunt.
"OH MY GOD! WHATEVER'S THE MATTER WITH ME? OHHHHHHHHH, I CANT STAND IT! PLEASE, DARRYL! I FEEL SO TERRIBLE, SO WONDERFUL-I WANT YOU, I NEED YOU! PUT IT IN ME! PLEASE, DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The boy worked his cock three of four strokes and forced himself to stop, afraid that he would spill his first load against the grass. He didn't want tee come so soon, so fast-not now that he was really going to be able to do it to a girl. This was IT-HE WAS GOING TO FUCK HER!
He moved between her legs, resting on all fours, his cock pointing straight down at the ground as he concentrated on her marvelous cunt.
"You want it?" he demanded, tearing his eyes away from the treasure site to look straight into her face. "You really want me to do it?"
"YES! YES! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! I KNOW IT'S WRONG, BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF! DO IT TO ME, DARRYL! DO IT, PLEASE!"
"Say it!" he demanded, touching her again with his two fingers, then joining them with a third, twisting them completely around inside her cunt. "Say what you want me to do! Say the word!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? I CANT STAND IT-AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I CANT STAND IT! DEAR GOD! DEAR SWEET JESUS! AHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
"SAY IT!" he demanded again, roughly. "TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! DAMN IT, SAY IT!"
"Christ!" His ass humped the air. "YEAH, I'M GONNA DO IT TO YOU, JANET-I'M GONNA FUCK YOU!"
He could wait no longer. He brought his hand away from her cunt, conscious that his fingers and even his palm were soaking wet. He fell across her, kissing her face with his eager lips, inexperience banging their teeth and their noses together as he tried to find the proper shape of her mouth. Now his hands moved down, clutched at the shape of her tits and moved around her back, the head of his cock battering against her thigh.
"JESUS, JANET! JESUSSSSSSSSSSSS-SSSSSSSS! I CAN'T STAND IT! TAKE ME IN! TAKE MY COCK!"
"PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME! NOOOOOOOOOOOO-OH, GOD! AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PAPA, MAMA! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He rose above her, moved between her legs until his cock was at last pressing down toward her opening. At first he tried to keep his weight off her by holding himself on stiff arms as his hips probed down, moved the shaft of his cock across her slick thighs and through the outer lips of her pussy. But he was awkward in that position, couldn't hold himself there, didn't know what to do next. His back ached as he lowered himself far enough to have his cock sliding up toward her and his balls slammed bruisingly against the blanket as he tried to find the proper motion.
He lowered himself to his elbows and then let his weight press down on her body, his chest crushing her tits flat. The head of his cock was exposed in bright pink fire as the foreskin worked completely back from the rim, and then he found the right position against her entrance, moved a fraction of an inch within the lips.
Janet gasped. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S TOO MUCH! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
But she rose against him, trying to help him, and his cock slid in another half-inch. His ass worked, and then again, and suddenly the glans was completely buried within her warm flesh, trailed by nearly an inch of the cock-shaft itself. Once more he thrust, gaining a bit more ground, and then he came up solid against the barrier of her cherry.
"OH!" She yelped at the sudden pain. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? IT HURTS!"
The boy caught his breath, his hands moving along her sides to count her ribs, the thumbs moving in toward the flattened cones of her tits. He raised his weight a bit, the girl sighing at the sudden easing-and then his ass strained, lines standing out of his forehead as he tried to push his cock deeper within her cunt. She saw the strain on his face, knew something was the matter. "What's wrong?"
"I guess ... it's your ... cherry!" he gasped, still working against it. "I can't get in any farther!"
He stopped, collapsed across her again, gathering his strength. After a minute Janet's hand stole across his back, touching him gently. His body rose and fell with the rhythm of her labored breathing.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I've never done it before-not for real, not all the way like this. I guess we'd better stop, not try any more."
But her cunt proved that her voice was lying, squeezing against the shaft of his cock in regular spasms that tried to suck him deeper. And her hands were making no effort to push him away, move his weight from her body. They lay still for another minute, breathing together, and then Darryl picked himself up again, holding himself up on stiffened arms once more.
"You want me to stop?"
"Oh, no!"
"I guess it might hurt when I go through your cherry. Do you think you can take it?"
Janet closed her eyes, face contorting again as her fists clenched by her sides, her body stiffened. But she still was making no effort to stop him, and after a minute he drew back, pulled his cock out of her cunt until only the head was positioned against the lips. He gathered strength and moved in with a steady stroke-
And came up against her maidenhead again.
"Shit!"
He bit his lip as he drew out again, and this time slammed into her with all of his strength. Her ass slid across the blanket as she felt something beginning to tear within her. She screamed.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"
The tears were streaming from her eyes but he knew that he had made progress. Once more Darryl drew his cock back, this time holding at the opening to her cunt as he took in several deep breaths. Janet looked up at him as he felt a tingling spread throughout his body, the life-giving gas restoring his energy to the level needed for the final push.
"Please!" she said. "It hurts!"
But even as she begged his cockhead was tearing through the slender wall of tissue, slamming deep within her cunt to bury its full length within her, his balls resting now against her outer lips.
The tears were flowing freely now as she sobbed against the pain. Darryl held himself in position within her, and soon the sobbing stopped. At last she opened her eyes, sighing.
"Does it still hurt?"
"No!" she said, surprised. "Oh, I feel where the hurt was but it feels good now!"
She smiled up at him, her hands moving up to his body again, caressing his back, touching the shape of his ass. Her cunt began to move against his cock again.
"It's all right now-you can do it! Please!"
The boy relaxed, pressing his cheek against hers as his hands moved over her body. His ass was twitching once more as he brushed his lips across her mouth, and then he began the fucking movements again, slow at first, fucking gently and deeply into her cunt. The easy motion sent his cock into her until their bellies slapped wetly together, and then brought it almost completely back again, until only her pressure against the shape of his cockhead kept his meat a prisoner within her.
"OH, YES!" she cried. "OOOHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT FEELS GOOD! GOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD! DO IT TO ME, DARRYL-DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEE! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"YEAH! IT'S HOT! IT'S GOOD! I'M FUCKING YOU!"
"MAKE ME FEEL YOUR THING! MAKE ME KNOW YOUR COCK IS INSIDE ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He was fucking now with all of his power, pushing his cock deep within the clutching walls of her cunt, working against her and into her, feeling the hot shape of his shaft expanding until it wanted to pop like a balloon. And now there was a terrible ache building in his balls. He knew that he was ready to spill his seed, pour his cum into her.
"I'M GUMMING!" he cried. "I'M CUMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!"
CHAPTER TWO
"OH, GOD!" cried the boy as he slammed his cock deep within the sucking, eager pussy. "OH, JESUS! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL! AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! FUCKING JESUS! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was just like he had dreamed-it was better! The feeling was the most ecstatic he had ever known or imagined. The wonderful pressure of her cunt squeezed against his cock, his heart pounding with excitement as it raced at twice its normal speed, the red force coursing deep into his cock to fill the interstices and make it swell into the mightiest tool of flesh that was ever made.
Janet sobbed. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! HELP ME! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He moved within the girl as his balls churned their seed, fucking furiously now as he rose toward his climax. He no longer paid attention to the girl beneath him, hardly realized that Janet was there, sharing this experience with him. His thoughts were empty, everything gone except for this wonderful feeling centered about his cock, the powerful pulsing sensation of his prick tearing its passage through her yielding flesh.
"I'M GUMMING!" he cried again. "OH, CHRIST! I CAN'T I GOTTA I'M CUMINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
Belly slapped against teenage belly, Janet's ass driving across the blanket until now her head and shoulders were completely off the wool, resting on the grass. Darryl's sweat stood out against his back, trickling across his muscles to gather in a tiny pool in the valley where the base of his spine met the spreading globes of his tender youthful ass. He gasped for breath through his open mouth as he pounded into the girl with all of his strength.
"CHRIST IN HEAVEN! TAKE ME, JANET-FEEL MY COCK, FEEL ME IN YOU! SQUEEZE MY COCK, MAKE ME FEEL YOU, FEEL YOU GOOD! YEAH, DO IT, THAT'S IT! DO IT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! JUSUS, MY BALLS ARE MELTING! FUCK! SHIT FUCK! FUCK ME, DAMN YOU! I'M FUCKING YOU, MAKE ME FEEL YOUR PUSSY, FEEL YOUR ASS! I'M FUCKING YOU!"
Janet gasped. "OH DEAR GOD! PLEASE, HELP ME! HAVE MERCY ON ME! YOU'RE KILLING ME, DARRYL-I CANT STAND IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT! AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His cock was cooking in the heat of her cunt-oven now, the heat of their passion raising body temperatures toward the fever point, the hurt aching him, paining him terribly as his erection grew larger than ever before. The girl felt the probing head of his meat stick pushing deep through her cunt, into her womb, into her guts-until it seemed that he was slamming straight into the middle of her belly. There was no sensation of grass beneath her shoulders, of blanket riding up against her ass-there was only this wonderful fucking feeling, nothing else in the whole world strong enough to intrude, the two of them, boy and girl, cock and cunt alone together in this wonderful, beautiful joining. They worked together, moving back and forth until the blanket was twisted into a tight ball beneath them. The wool was soaked with the stink of their young bodies, the beautiful fragrant perfume of their fucking.
The boy felt his heart pounding, blowing up inside his chest until his body was no longer big enough to keep all of it inside. His ribs ached with the power of his fucking, the blood rushing into that powerful pounding engine that was working at the end of his balls.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!"
His cock was too big for the rest of his body-it was bigger than the biggest cocks he had ever seen, on the older boys naked in the swimming pool at the Y and in the high school locker room. It seemed impossible that all of that wonderful hot burning meat was part of him, was working to the rhythm of his hips. Some of those older guys liked to show off their hard cocks, proud of what they could throw against a cunt-but right now Darryl knew that his prick was more than a match for the biggest of them. His cock would make any of them jealous as it reached now from his groin all the way through the girl's body to batter at her throat.
Janet sobbed. "HELP ME! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
She felt his cum exploding into her, filling her with the wonderful juice of life-and now her body responded in turn, began to return measure for measure, juice for juice, the two life forces slamming against each other, filling the passage of her cunt and the shape of her womb until the liquids spilled over, spilled around the shape of the pulsating cock, and ran out across their joined groins. Her cum wet his balls as his juice wet her thighs, the two of them soaked with each other.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?" she cried. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! WHAT A WONDERFUL FEELING! I'M IN HEAVEN! FUCK ME, DARRYL! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"CHRIST! OH, CHRIST!" He couldn't spare breath for the words but his lips shaped them anyway, hoarse grunts of pleasure, of triumph over her body.
They drove together one final time, the boy's cock pressed all of the way within the girl's cunt, against the weight of his ass holding him within her, as the muscles of her passage rippled against him, draining him of the last droplets, moving the last of her cum by the shape of his cock. Her tits were crushed flat by the weight of his chest, the boy's chin digging against her throat as his ass trembled uncontrollably, the head of his cock pulsing even though there was no more to come from his bails. One final time they worked against each other ...
And then they collapsed, drained, finished.
For several minutes Darryl lay on top of Janet, each of them too weak to move, too drained of strength to separate. The boy's arms reached lifelessly along her body as Janet trailed her finger through the sweat on his back, then let her hands drop.
She moaned, and Darryl shifted his weight, moving his chest to her side. For several minutes his terrible erection remained stiff within the passage of her cunt, but the blood at last began to recede from his cock, the ramrod easing. He was still hard, although spongy now, his cock hurting terribly even though the most wonderful warm feeling filled his balls and his body.
The walls of Janet's cunt squeezed tighter as his shaft softened, creating a new pain for the boy's cock. With the detumescence came a shortening of his erection-length, the cockhead at last retreating from its farthest penetration. He softened further, and soon his meat was sliding across the juices that coated the walls of her cunt, lubricating his exit. His cock slipped out between her legs, the head touching two or three stalks of grass. The touch hurt sharply, and he shivered, rolling off her to lay on his back beside her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She brought her arm down to touch him, found his hand and clasped it tightly. Their bodies moved closer together, touching along their entire length as they felt each other's heat, each other's sweat. She sighed again, and brushed her hair from her eyes with her hand, turning to look at him.
"We shouldn't have done it."
"Didn't you like it?"
He raised up on his elbow to look into her eyes. His hand moved to cup her tit, the girl writhing beneath his touch. But she made no effort to push him away.
"Wasn't it good for you?" he insisted.
" ... yes."
She had paused before answering, and the word was barely a whisper; but Darryl heard. He bent now to kiss her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He knew that she didn't regret his having forced her. His soft cock still ached where it pressed against her thigh, and he lay back, aware for the first time that his shorts were completely tangled about his ankles. He brought his knees up to his belly, reached to slip the shorts off, and kicked them aside. He kicked off his sneakers as well and lay back, now as naked as the girl.
Janet rested her head against Darryl's arm, looking down the length of his body. She saw the soft shape of his cock resting across the hair nest of his balls. She stared at his meat, trying to reconcile the softness with the feeling of the iron ramrod that had torn her maidenhead, filling completely the channel of her cunt. It did not seem possible that the two organs were one and the same!
Suddenly she was aware of their nakedness. "Somebody will see us!"
"Who? Ma's at one of her meetings, and no one's home in your house-I saw Liz go out with her swimsuit. We're as safe as though we were lost in the woods. Old lady Willoughby's as deaf as a post, and she certainly can't see through that big, old weeping willow. And on the other side, the Hanson's have gone to Disney World for their vacation. So who's to see?"
He caught the girl into his arms, and kissed her full on the lips. After a minute Janet responded, turning until they were facing each other, their bodies pressed together along their entire length. She felt the boy's sharp toenails against her feet, the shape of his erected nipples pressing into the flesh of her tits-and between her legs, the still-hot, soft mass of his cock and his balls, his pubic hair rough against the smoothness of her thigh.
She sighed, and reached down to adjust his cock until it was between her legs, then moved her hand around his back. His softness lay across the slit of her cunt, but it was not growing hard again. It was a good feeling, just to be laying together and feeling the shape of each other against their nakedness.
They were silent for several minutes, Darryl's hand moving across her back to feel out the tiny curve, and find the shape of her ass. His touch was feather-light, and made her tingle.
"You really never did it before?" he asked.
"Couldn't you tell? You got my cherry!"
He giggled, "Yeah, I did, didn't I? But haven't you fooled around at all?"
"Oh, maybe ... a little. But I never went all of the way before."
"Was it worth it?"
"Do you think it was?"
"Yeah!" he said, happily. "It sure was!"
"Did you?"
"Huh?"
" ... ever do it before?" she completed.
He was silent a minute before answering, then, "No. Oh, I looked up a girl's legs a time or two, pulled down some panties-but I never dared go all the way."
"I'm glad," she said, sighing, and snuggling against him. "I'm glad you waited for me-that it was the first time for both of us."
Her hand squeezed the muscles of his back, moved along his side to cup the shape of his ass, and then dropped into his crotch to touch his cock. She stroked the soft tube with one finger, feeling the heat that was still in it, then pulled away from him to watch her hand take him in. She squeezed him, and a drip of fluid oozed from the hole in the cockhead to brush against the heel of her hand. She touched it with a finger of her other hand, spreading the fluid over the glans.
"Does it feel good?"
He winced. "It hurts!" She squeezed him again, and he reached down to save his cock. "Don't!"
Janet released his cock and lifted the shape of his balls. She hefted the eggs one at a time, balancing them in the palm of her hand.
Darryl sighed, eyes closing with pleasure as his hand cupped her tit and played with the nipple. After a minute he opened them again.
"Haven't you ever seen Jimmy's?" he asked, speaking of her twin. "I thought you used to share a room together."
"When we were real little, before Les and Liz were born. Ever since I can remember, I've slept with Liz."
He persisted. "But haven't you seen him?"
"Sure!" she said innocently, "Every day-at meals, and in school, and-"
"You know what I mean!"
"You have a dirty mind."
"Which you like, otherwise you wouldn't be playing with my balls. Come on, Janet-have you seen Jimmy's cock? Have you played with it?"
"Oh, I've seen it once or twice," she gave in.
"Is it as big as mine?"
"I never measured him," she teased. "Maybe bigger."
"I don't believe you! And even if it is as big as mine, I bet he can't use it the way I can!"
"Do you want me to arrange a contest between you?"
"No, thank you! I don't believe in screwing before an audience."
"It's all in the family," said Janet.
"Your family, not mine. I suppose you'd invite Les and Liz, too?"
"Why not?" She giggled and touched his cock again. It was beginning to erect again, to stand out, rising toward its former eminence. She was amazed.
"Don't you ever get tired?"
"I take vitamins." Suddenly the boy was shy. "Do you want to do it ... again?"
"No, thank you!-gosh, it must be getting late! I've got to get supper started."
She jumped to her feet, leaving Darryl stranded on the grass, his cock pointing straight up into the air-pointing toward her crotch as he shifted position to bring up his knees. But Janet ignored him, finding her bikini parts and tugging at the blanket until he rolled clear. At last he stood, reluctantly, and bent to pick up his shorts and his shoes. But he made no effort to put them on.
Nor did Janet try to dress herself. They stood a pace apart, naked, holding their burdens and conscious of each other. At last she turned away, and went toward the house, leaving Darryl with nothing to do but retreat toward the hedge. He didn't start away until she was on the porch, watching her retreating ass until the back door slammed as a final curtain to her nakedness.
The boy's cock bobbed forlornly as he moved toward the hedge and away from the scene of his conquest, the head still glistening with the last droplet of his cum that she had spread with her thumb. The hairs around his balls were wet with the mixed cum of their young bodies. As Darryl squeezed through the hedge, cock banging painfully against protruding branches, he whistled a tune of triumph.
Janet paused before entering the kitchen to drop her bikini into the basket of dirty laundry, and shook out the blanket. Her nose wrinkled as she smelled the scent of fucking. She stuffed it into the washing machine, adding soap, and starting the cycle. No point in letting Papa stumble across the proof of her adventures.
She felt deliciously wicked in her nakedness as she continued on into the big room beyond, even though she knew that what they had done on the lawn was not right, no matter how good it might feel. It was a sin-but if that meant she had to roast in Hell, then God didn't play fair! Despite the guilt, there was a pleasant ache in her gut, and a tingly sensation in her cunt and womb. How could something bad feel so great?
She'd worry about that later-right now she was hungry. She pushed into the kitchen and stopped, shocked, to see her sister at the work table, sipping a glass of milk.
"Hi," said Liz. "I saw what you and Darryl were doing."
CHAPTER THREE
Janet froze for an instant, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. Then she remembered her nakedness, and looked down in reflex to see that her belly and legs were grass-stained, and wet with the juices of fucking. Her mind worked furiously, trying to come up with words to say. She decided to brazen it out.
"Saw what?" she said, tossing her hair as she went to the cupboard for a tumbler. She came back to the work table and poured milk for herself.
"I saw you," said Liz.
"And what do you think we were doing?"
"Screwing. If Papa caught you, he'd kick your ass black and blue. Darryl's too."
"Don't use bad language," Janet said, automatically, forgetting the words she had called out in the throes of her passion. "How long were you watching, snoop?"
"From the beginning. I was comin' out to tell you I was home when Darryl started wiggling through the hedge." She giggled. "He looked silly, stalking you like a cat after a bird. Except you didn't try to fly away."
"Okay, you saw us. So what?"
"Is that all you're gonna say?"
"What do you want? Do you expect me to fall on my knees and beg you not to tell Papa? So we fooled around-big deal. You play with yourself-I see you almost every morning, when you wake up early and think I'm still sleeping. I've seen you playing around with Les, too, but did I ever say anything about it?"
Liz cocked her head. "What you did wasn't fooling around-it was for real. He stuck his thing right into you! Didn't it hurt?"
"So that's it-you're jealous!" She laughed. "You want to do it, too. Want me to call Darryl over? I'm sure he'll let you feel his thing and play with it."
"I wouldn't dare!" said the younger girl. Even though she was only a year younger than Janet, her body had not begun its major changes; her tits were still the barest swellings that did not raise the fabric of her sleeveless blouse. It was obvious that they were sisters, but Liz was more sylph-like, and boyish, her short hair curly like her twin's, Leslie. The older pair of twins both had straight hair.
Janet relaxed and sat down by her sister, aware now that the youngster wasn't going to carry tales to anyone. She realized that Liz was watching her in awe and was unable to resist preening.
"Didn't it hurt?" Liz asked, insisting.
"Oh, a little bit," said Janet, playing down the actual pain. The stab when he entered, tearing her maidenhead, had been one of the worst hurts she could ever remember. But it was quickly over and gone, and there was nothing in her memory but the wonderful feeling of his cock as it first filled her cunt.
"It only hurts for a minute," she said. "You'll find out when your time comes."
"Gee, I hope I don't cry like you did-I thought he was hurting you bad, I was getting ready to call Papa, tell him to come home and stop him."
"I'm glad you didn't," Janet said, dryly. Liz was right-Papa would have kicked her black and blue. She rubbed her ass cheek as though the pain was really there.
"Gee, who ever figured old Darryl would have such a big thing?" said Liz. "It looked a lot bigger than Jimmy's when he gets stiff."
"When did you see Jimmy stiff?"
"Oh, I didn't, really-I just caught a peek at him in the bathroom. It wasn't that big, I'm sure. I bet even Papa isn't that big!"
"I wouldn't bet on that. Darryl's still only a kid, even if he is bigger than Jimmy."
"Gee, I wonder how big Papa's is?"
"Don't ask him," said Janet, "Or you will see some ass kicking!"
The girls were silent for a moment, sipping at their glasses, but Janet was aware that Liz could not tear her eyes away. She kept moving her gaze over the older girl's body, taking in the tits but dropping always to the groin, to the visible evidence of fucking.
"What's it like?" she asked.
"What's what like?"
"You know. Screwing. What does it feel like when he puts it inside you?"
"ft feels great!"
"Is it better than rubbing yourself, or having Jimmy rub you?"
"Oh yes!" Then she realized the meaning of the second part of the question. "Who said I let Jimmy rub me?"
"You're not the only one who can see things," said Liz, tossing her hair. "I bet you and Jimmy have fooled around a lot more than Les and me."
"Okay, so all of us like to play-so what? There's no reason for anyone to tell on the others, is there?"
"I'd never tell!" said Liz. "Janet? Can I see inside your legs?"
Janet started to say no, then looked at the clock. There was more than half an hour before she'd have to start the potatoes for supper. She knew how curious she'd be if the roles were reversed, so why not give Liz a cheap thrill?
"You can if you want."
She turned on her stool, spreading her knees as her feet cocked against a rung, looking down at her wrinkled belly and the shape of her pointing tits. She could see the redness as the pudenda opened, revealing the walls of her cunt. She was still wet there, the juices thick enough to stand out.
Liz bent forward, then slipped down from her stool to kneel between her sister's legs, staring wide-eyed at the recently-punished cunt. Her tongue touched the corner of her lip as she cocked her head, her nose wrinkling with the first sharp stink. But she did not back away. After a minute, she reached out with one cautious finger to touch the soft redness, moving it across the side wall and through the slick.
"Gee! There's blood!"
"What?" Janet tried to bend down ever farther. "Where?"
"It's just a couple of drops. Did he take your cherry?"
For an instant Janet was irritated to think that her younger sister might know more about the actual process of entering a virgin for the first time. Then her ire receded-she should have known all of the facts herself. Now she remembered that a cherry was supposed to bleed. It was a good thing she had put the blanket in the washer.
Crouching, the younger girl's face was right at the level of her cunt. Liz reached again, moving her finger completely around inside the lips, then shoving it back to touch the tiny cocklet and lighting a sudden fire that shot through Janet's loins. Janet shivered, her hands going to her tits. She felt the spongy erectness of her nipples, and wondered if they had been like that during Darryl's conquest.
"Your clitoris is hard," said Liz, conversationally, touching it. She rubbed her finger across its length and Janet shivered again.
"Don't! That makes me all hot again!"
Her ass was puckering now against the stool, and she had to resist the impulse to close her thighs about her sister's hand. She wanted to feel the finger probing much deeper, wanted Liz to find the way back through the passage to the opening of her womb.
"Want me to rub you off?" the younger girl asked.
"Oh, yes!" And this time her thighs did close. "But not here! Let's go upstairs-on the bed!"
Liz was willing, and Janet was burning up with the heat of her desire as they hurried up the stairs to their own room. Once inside, she threw herself across the bed, eyes closed and legs drawn up. It seemed to take Liz forever to settle herself on the bed, and she opened her eyes again to see that her sister was undressing.
It seemed to take her forever, the younger girl's mound hairless when she finally climbed up onto the bed beside her sister. Liz knelt between Janet's legs, spreading the older girl's knees far apart to completely open the wet cunt for her gaze. Janet's pussy made a sucking noise from its wetness as it opened, and then Liz's hand was entering the passage, taking the shape of the clit between three fingers. She began a gentle massage of her sister's sex, settling back against her heels and her other hand dropping to her own pussy.
"OH!" Janet gasped as the fire touched deep, an electric wire tingling all of the way back into her womb. "OH, GOD! DO IT, LIZ!"
For perhaps half a minute the little girl worked her fingers against her sister's clit, moving them ever faster, heedless of the moisture that gathered about her hand and filled her palm. Janet's ass was lifting from the bed now, the girl no longer able to restrain herself from humping against the probing hand. She wanted to take Liz's wrist, shove her hand all of the way inside. She reached for the girl and caught her, her thighs closing about Liz's arm as Janet fell over on her side, breasts heaving. Liz had to follow, losing her balance.
Now she was reaching for her sister, caught her about the waist, pulled her tight against her body so that they were laying head to groin. Liz's left hand was still trapped between Janet's legs, and now the older girl wrapped her arms about Liz's ass, hugging her with all her strength. Her face pressed against her younger sister's crotch, and Liz opened her legs automatically, letting Janet probe between them. She worked her fingers inside Janet's cunt as the older girl kissed her hairless pudenda, pressing her lips tight against her cunt.
"OH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Liz jumped as Janet's tongue moved into her pussy, touched her clit, the rough surface irritating the erection, and suddenly a sharp chill caught her gut. Liz gasped, her head thrown back as she humped against her sister's mouth. The tongue felt strange, felt marvelous, felt wonderful! She wanted to feel that licking all of the way.
"OH, JANET! LICK ME, PLEASE! LICK MY PUSSY! IT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?
Janet did as Liz asked, sending her tongue probing deep into her sister's cunt, the dry walls moistening now with her spit, and that serving as lubrication to make them slide against each other, slide against her intruding tongue. She probed until her tongue ached with the pressure, licking her young sister's virgin cunt. The taste was sweeter than she had imagined, even though Liz was not yet able to produce a liquor of her own.
Janet sucked greedily, the noise of her lips loud in the silence of the room. Her thighs continued their imprisonment of Liz's hand, but the younger girl was no longer able to return sensation for sensation, lost in the thrill of having her cunt eaten out by Janet's tongue. She pushed her ass against Janet's face, instinctively trying to draw the delightful probing tongue deeper within, her free hand wrapped tight now about Janet's ass, one finger clutching the cleft between the two buttocks and probing against the brown sphincter.
"OH GOD!" cried the younger girl. "OH IT'S SO GOOD! SUCK ME, JANET! YOU'RE BURNING ME UP! OHHHHHH! PLEASE, DON'T STOP! DONT EVER STOP! KEEP SUCKING ME! KEEP SUCKING!"
Janet tried to oblige, her mouth pressed full against the lips of Liz's cunt now in a wonderful moist kiss. The older girl's tits were heaving as she rose up over Liz, at last releasing the frozen hand until the younger girl was flat on her back, Janet completely on top. She was riding Liz, her groin pushing down against the younger girl's face, fucking back across her features, until Liz was wet with the juices of the new fire burning there. Janet was supporting herself on her knees now, but still pressed her weight down on the youngster, rocking back and forth over her as she dug her fingers into Liz's ass.
Her mouth dropped wetly, noisily, against Liz's cunt, and for the next minutes the two girls sucked each other deeply, wildly, holding tight to each other as they humped against their bed with their passion. Neither was experienced, but each seemed to know instinctively the way to make the other respond. The two young tongues worked together, Janet capturing Liz's clit between her teeth, Liz sucking on Janet's own trigger, until it seemed as though their entire bodies were on fire. The younger girl had never known, never imagined, such a wonderful feeling-if this was fucking, what had made her wait so long to discover its glory?
The bed was rocking with their passions as they moved together, Liz taking the place of the cock her sister wanted so much. Four sets of lips met wetly, mouth against cunt, pussy against mouth, as they sucked each other as deeply as they could.
Janet's fingers nails were leaving deep marks in Liz's buttocks, but the younger girl felt none of the pain, knew only the joy of her sister's tongue as it probed deep within her passage, rubbed against the shield of the maidenhead. For a moment Janet was tempted to break Liz's cherry, then thought better of it: let the kid know the true feel of a cock slamming home for the first time.
There was only one cherry in a girl's life-it was not something to be wasted.
"OH, CHRIST!" She tore her face from Liz's crotch, reared up, belly arching down to weigh the youngster, ass grinding against Liz's face. She felt the churning within her body that meant her seed was boiling again, was once more preparing to spill out.
"SUCK ME, BABY! DONT STOP! SUCK ME, LIZ!"
Liz read the urgency in Janet's cry even though she did not understand exactly what was happening. She buried her face in Janet's cunt until she could no longer breathe, knew only the heat of the older girl's cunt enfolding her, capturing her, keeping her sex slave and prisoner forever. She sucked eagerly, hungrily, using all of the strength of her lungs to pull her sister's cunt inside out, teeth digging now into the soft walls of the passage, capturing the clit and biting sharply until the older girl saw red pain through the haze of her body's arousal. Liz sucked as Janet fucked against her face, until it seemed as though her tongue were being torn from its roots, as though she could taste her sister's body, flesh, cunt, all of the way down into her stomach.
"OHHHHHH, YES! KEEP GOING, LIZ! SUCK MY PUSSY, MAKE ME CUM! YEAHHHHHH! FUCK! DAMN FUCK! I FEEL IT, I FEEL IT! IT'S GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! OHHHHHH AGGGHHHHHH!"
It was happening. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body had responded for the first time to Darryl's driving prick, but now it was answering again the needs of her cunt. The juices generated, rose, overflowed their natural receptacle to spill out into Liz, flooding her face, filling her mouth and her nose and her ears. The young girl choked, tried to turn away, but she was still captive of her sister's legs, and could not escape. She could do nothing but take it, accept it, drink what spilled into her mouth.
"I'M GUMMING!" cried Janet. "OH, GOD HELP ME! SUCK LIZ! SUCK ME, SUCK ME! I'M CUMMNNNNNNGGGGGG! OHHHHHH!"
She slammed her pelvis down against the younger girl, held there for a long moment as everything in her gut suddenly ran out, spilling over the bed to wet Liz, and mark her with the stink of womanhood. The younger girl could not breathe. She felt her life being cut off; a blackness filled with shooting green and purple stars came over her eyes. Her hands pushed up at Janet's hips, trying to free herself, but the older girl was oblivious, knew only the needs of her own body. She flooded her sister with her juices, gasping and sighing at the tremendous relief, ignoring the spasms of pain.
The flood slowed, eased, stopped. There was only the remaining pockets of trapped juice to ooze slowly over the roughened skin. Her hips unlocked, and let Liz free as she fell forward, rolling from the younger girl.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Her asshole puckered. "Oh, God! What a feeling! That was better than Darryl's cock in me! Oh, my God, I'm melted!"
Liz was crying. "You hurt me! I couldn't breathe!"
Instantly Janet was solicitous, and pulled herself around to take the younger girl's face between her hands.
"Oh, honey! I'm sorry, Liz! I'm sorry!"
"You hurt me!"
She captured the girl in her arms, pulled her tight against her chest, her tits crushing beneath the pressure. Liz's face was between her breasts, the tears rolling free as the child continued to sob. Janet patted her back, rubbed her arm as though she could rub away the ache.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Liz! I couldn't help it-I never felt so wild in my life! You sucked me so nicely, you made me cum!"
"Please don't hurt me like that again."
"I won't, I promise. Next time I'll let you be on top, you can hold my head between your legs."
"Next time? You want to do it again?"
"Didn't it feel good? Except for the last part, when I got carried away?"
Liz snuffled a tear away from her nose, and rubbed her eye. The tears had stopped, and now she could no longer remember the terrible ache. But the pleasure was still there in her memory, the feeling of Janet sucking hard against her pussy-of Janet's cunt sucking against her lips.
"It did feel good," she said. "Lots better than just rubbing off. Is that what fucking is like, too?"
"Oh, no!" Janet laughed. "Fucking is something else again-something ever so much better! The two aren't at all alike, except that they both made me cum! I promise I'll suck you again whenever you want-but right now we gotta get moving! Papa will be home in another hour, and I've got to start supper!"
Liz giggled. "You better wash your face first-and the rest of you, too. Or hell know that you've been up to something you shouldn't."
She sighed as Janet got off the bed, rubbing between her legs again. She was so wet down there! And it had felt good. She could hardly wait for her sister to suck her again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dan Sanborne stood at the rear window of his office, peering through the Venetian blinds at the girl who had just popped out of the Woolworth's on the far side of the parking-lot. It was five o'clock-you could set your watch by those kids. His lips pursed appreciatively in a silent whistle as the girl hurried across the lot, coming toward him-coming toward the fancy decorated van parked in the cul de sac that was almost hidden by the trash containers for the supermarket two doors down. Only Dan's window gave a clear view of that parking space.
The girl was blonde, with long straight hair caught back in a garish plastic butterfly. Her skirt came almost to her knees, but her ass was well-rounded, wiggling with each hurried step, her grapefruit-size tits bouncing braless in her blouse. It was a wonder Woolworth's let her work that way-the old lady customers must be royally insulted at the sight of the firm young titties bouncing before their eyes as their purchases were rung up.
The back door of the van popped open, the boy watching from the inside. For a minute Dan could see straight into the interior, see the waterbed that took up most of the floor space.
Christ! The goddam kid was bareass naked!
For an instant he could see the straight, lithe limbs of the boy, saw the cock hanging down from the nest of curly pubic hair between his legs. His balls hung low, big eggs, but the meat was even longer. Jesus, is that the way kids were built today? The kid must have seven inches or more soft-what the hell was it like hard?
The door of the van closed, and a minute later the bouncing began, just like it did every day at this time. How old were the kids, anyway? The girl didn't look to be more than fourteen or fifteen, although those tits would be the envy of most full-grown women. The boy might be seventeen or eighteen-whatever, he was able to be here every day to meet his girl at quitting time. A fast and furious fuck in the back of the van, and then home in time for supper-a very neat arrangement indeed.
For a minute longer Dan watched the van quivering on its springs, conscious of the ache in his own groin. He reached down to rub himself, sharply envious of the boy-Christ, but he wanted to bury his cock in some sweet pussy!
No-he didn't want just any old pussy. He wanted Trish. His wife. Her and her damnable idea that maybe splitting up for the summer would let them find out why they fought so much. It was dumb, he should never have let her talk him into going along. But she had been gone for over a week now, taking the boys to the beachhouse for the summer, leaving him with the girls at home.
He wanted Trish-he loved heir. So they fought-so what? They always made up after, and the fucking was even sweeter then, the pleasure even greater as each tried to give the other the most of that was in them.
Shit! His cock was hard, sticking out against his pants. He couldn't resist touching himself, rubbing it. Maybe a quick jerk-off would ease the goddamn pain he was feeling now ...
His fingers were on his zipper before he stopped himself, hating himself for the weakness. Jesus, one lousy week without his wife's cunt, and already he was going out of his mind. When Trish left he vowed to himself that he could make out all right without her, he could last the summer without fucking. He knew that she expected him to find some other ass to grab, but he was determined to prove himself a better man than that. He'd had two wet dreams this week so far, but he had managed to keep his hand off his cock except when pissing.
Although just touching himself even to piss made him feel so goddamn horny ...
The sudden burr of the intercom buzzer broke into his reverie. He jumped, feeling guilty, and looked around. But of course no one was there. He hit the button on the intercom.
"What is it, Priscilla?"
"Will you be working tonight, Dan? Chuck just called in from the Copperwood development. He has a couple of prospects coming at seven, and there's no one to cover the office while he takes them out."
Damn! That was the trouble with being in the real estate business-your time was never your own. Customers didn't realize what shitty hours real estate salesmen had to keep-work almost every evening, and Saturday and Sunday too. The latter two days were when you did the most business, so there was no such thing as a weekend off with the family.
That was part of the trouble with Trish-she understood why he had to work such shitty hours, but understanding didn't make it any easier to accept. Even though the shitty hours gave them two houses, gave Trish the boutique, something to do during the long hours when Dan was tied up.
If Trish were home now, he'd say fuck Copperwood, and go straight home to fuck her ...
But she wasn't home. "All right, Priscilla. I'll cover for him. I'm going home to have supper first, though-I'll leave in about twenty minutes."
"All right, Dan I'm leaving now. Good night."
"Goodnight."
For a minute Dan thought about his office secretary-Priscilla was stacked herself, still keeping her shape into her mid-thirties. If she really was only thirty-six. He had a sneaking suspicion that her application form lied by at least five years. But what a body! Christ, he was getting hard again thinking about her!
But Priscilla was a no-no-a well-married no-no, with several kids about the same age as his own two sets of twins. She had come back to work as soon as her kids were all in school-only in her case, the money was a great deal more important than what Trish made out of her shop. Priscilla's husband had been a cross-country trucker-until the night five years ago when his rig jackknifed on an icy mountain road, cutting off the only down-bound lane of traffic as well. Before he could get out and set up flares, another truck came roaring down thirty miles an hour faster for the condition of the road, and caught him broadsides. Sam Burket's spine was snapped instantly, and from that moment he had been paralyzed from the waist down.
Not where his manhood counted, though-Priscilla said that he was still as much a man there as ever, perhaps even more so. It was awkward for both of them, husband and wife each having to adjust to new positions, new ways of satisfying the old urge. But a broken spine hadn't been the end of sex, and Priscilla had never found it necessary to look outside of her own home for all the humping she needed.
Which left Dan in the cold.
Christ! I gotta get some relief, or go out of my goddamn fucking mind!
He fidgeted for the twenty minutes, unable to concentrate on any of the papers on his desk, or to read any of the business journals stacked up. At last it was time to move out, head for home-the home without a wife. Even though the girls were there, it seemed empty without Trish and the boys.
Without Trish ...
It took him less than ten minutes to make it home through the late afternoon traffic, and when he parked in front of the house Liz came bursting out of the front door, running to throw her arms around him.
"I love you, Papa!"
"I love you, too, honey," he said, squeezing her and patting her fanny. "Supper ready?"
She made a face. "Hamburgers again. Hamburgers and mashed potatoes and corn. I wish Mama was here to do the cooking, not Janet."
"Yeah, sure." He said nothing more as he scooped the evening paper off the steps, carried it into the house. Janet popped out of the kitchen, almost lost underneath one of Trish's work aprons.
"Hi, Papa. You can sit down in two minutes, so go wash your hands."
He bent to pass a kiss across her cheek, and gave her a familiar pat in turn, heading into the downstairs John to follow orders. When he came out, the dining room table was set and Janet was carrying the last of the dishes in. Liz was already seated, and helping herself to everything despite her comments about the food.
"Hard day, Papa?" asked Janet.
"Hard as usual," he said, dishing out mashed potatoes. "I have to run out to Copperwood for a couple of hours tonight. You girls don't mind, do you? I was thinking, I could drop you off at the Savoy on the way-there's a double bill monster show on this week. I'll pick you up after, and well stop at Farrell's for ice cream."
"That's a stinky show," said Liz. "We saw it last winter."
"Thanks anyway, Papa," said Janet. "But I guess well skip the movies tonight. Ice cream later sounds good, though, doesn't it, Liz?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Will you be out late, Papa?"
"No later than I have to be," he said, answering his youngest daughter's question.
But when he was finally finished at the model home, his own home did not seem like such a great place to be. His groin still ached-he still wanted his wife so bad he could almost taste her lips. He was building up to a great depression, so it was easy to stop at a bar near the development-the first one he saw. It was a quiet place, with few customers and those minding their own business. The first drink was followed by several more, and before he knew it the bartender was standing in front of him, shaking his wrist.
"Mac! Hey, Mac! Wake up!"
"Huh? Whazzit?" His glass was empty, although he could not remember drinking it. "Gimme another. Wha' time's it?"
"Eleven-thirty. You're the last one in the place-everybody else went home. You go home, I too, so I can close up-please."
"Gimme another," he said again.
"Okay, but this is the last one-and drink up. I want to get home before Johnny Carson goes off, for a change."
Five minutes later he was fumbling his car keys into the ignition. He sat up straight before starting the motor, stretching his eyes wide. How many drinks had he had? His vision was blurry for a moment, until he rubbed his eyes. Then he managed to start the car, steer it out onto the street.
Dan didn't remember getting home. Suddenly he was sitting in the car, which was parked in his own driveway. He tried to read his watch, but the figures were too far away to be made out. Somehow he got out, made his way to the house, stumbling as he went up the porch steps.
A light was on in the hall, and when he finally managed to open the door and stagger inside, Janet appeared at the top of the stairs. He looked up with bleary vision, and saw that his daughter was wearing baby doll pajamas-brief panties, and a top that barely came to her waist. The pajamas were old, but a favorite pair. He could see the girl's developing tits clearly through the light blue fabric.
"Oh, Papa!"
She came to him, and caught him as he stumbled against the first step before he could fall. His arm around Janet's shoulder, he used her as a crutch to make it up the stairs, and then into his bedroom-the bedroom he shared with the wife who was not there.
"Did you have to get drunk, Papa?"
Janet helped him sit on the edge of the bed, bent to remove his shoes and his socks.
"Thanks, honey," he mumbled. "You're the only true woman I've got. I love you."
He waved his hand toward her, the momentum enough to make him topple backward. The girl sighed and grabbed his feet, pushing them up until he was completely on the bed. She shook her head sadly, standing there with one hand on her hip. Dan was suddenly aware of her woman's body beneath the flimsy pajamas, and felt a return of the ache to him groin.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said. "Miss your mother. Shouldn't have done it. Sorry."
The girl sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her father is his eyes closed. After a minute she saw that he was breathing easily, and she got up to go back to her own bed. But it was a warm night, almost stifling hot and without a breath of air, even though the windows of the bedroom stood wide open.
She couldn't let him sleep like that-he was going to feel lousy enough with his hangover when he woke up. At least she could get him out of his clothes, and make him as comfortable as the humidity permitted.
The pants came down easily, revealing his boxer shorts. There was a gap showing at the fly, and through it she could see a dark mass of pubic hair. She resolutely looked away, refusing to let herself stare at the tube shape of his cock along the leg of his shorts. She hung up the trousers and began to work on the shirt.
Her father groaned as she worked the shirt up over his chest, his arms flailing as she raised them over his head, nearly slapping her in the face. Janet ducked out of the way, then started on the shirt again, but as she tugged, the undershirt insisted on coming, too. At last she pulled them together over his head, and tugged them off his arms, Dan trying to roll again beneath her.
It was done. She separated the two articles and turned to switch off the light, then started for the door. But before she reached it Dan opened his eyes, called to his daughter.
"Honey? Don't go yet."
She came back to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at her father. He reached one hand to take hers, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I shouldn't have done it-I know. Forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive, Papa." She shrugged. "You're big enough to decide what you want to do. And I know you miss Mama as much as we do."
"That's right. I love your Mama, Janet, even if we do fight all the time. I guess that's my fault, too."
"It's nobody's fault, Papa, I just hope you and Mama don't decide to break up for good when this summer thing is over. We all love you-Jimmy and Les and Liz and me. All of us."
"I don't deserve it."
"Shush!" She bent to kiss his cheek, pressed her face against his for a moment. "Don't talk like that."
"I'm sorry," Dan said, again. "Honey? Lay down beside me?"
Janet stared at her father a moment, although his eyes seemed black in the dim light that came from the hall. But his grip about her hand was tight, and she moved to stretch out beside him, her head resting on his upper arm. He squeezed her in a gentle hug, and turned to kiss her forehead, his breath strong with alcohol. But she did not flinch away, enjoying the feeling of being within his strong embrace.
Dan sighed, squeezing his daughter's arm once mote, and his eyes closed again. A moment later his breathing became regular, softened, and she knew that he was asleep.
Janet was aware of her father's maleness, could smell the musk of his body odor through the sharper tang of alcohol that had dulled her senses for the moment. His chest was hairy, strong, his thighs thick and muscular. Her hip was above his, pressing against his side as he held her in his sleep, and she knew that she was only inches away from his cock. The thought excited her, made her tense; it was a long time before she managed to drift into sleep ...
She came awake with a start, frightened. For a few seconds she stared into the darkness of the room, not knowing where she was-and then she felt her father's presence beside her. Dan had shifted in his sleep, was on his side now, his other hand falling across her breast. He groaned in his sleep, and now his fingers were pressing against her tit, finding her shape through the pajamas.
Janet's heart beat faster, something caught in her throat. Dan was touching her again, his hand moving across both tits now, moving down to her stomach and then to her crotch. He pressed his fingers against her mound, rubbing gently but arousing her-and now she was aware of the thickened presence of his cock, pressing against her thigh. It was still trapped in his shorts, but the fly gaped open enough to let a long section of it touch her flesh, and the heat of contact was almost searing.
Dan groaned again, and mumbled something. After a minute his fingers moved up, reached beneath her pajama top to her tits, cupping each in turn. The arm on which she had been sleeping was moving well, reaching down to grasp her ass, moving beneath the fabric. Now both hands were pulling her pajama bottoms down from her hips.
Papa! She wanted to cry out, to beg him to stop, but something kept her silent. If fooling around with Darryl this afternoon was a sin, how much more terrible it must be to be sexually involved with her own father!
She could stop him now, make him wake up-but his strong fingers were undressing her, working the pajama bottoms down her legs and then pulling the top up over her head. The bottoms were about her ankle when he won the battle at the other end, and now she kicked them off to lay absolutely naked beside her father.
He was kissing her, his lips moving over her breasts, finding the nipples and sucking them in; a moment later he moved down to her belly, and then between her legs. It seemed impossible that he was not awake, but she knew that he was so drunk that he thought he was assaulting her mother. And she was letting him do it!
The beard on his chin scratched her belly as he moved his lips down to touch her pudenda-the same place that Liz's much younger, more innocent lips had touched this afternoon. But there was a difference to this, a heat that she had not felt before. Her father did not hesitate as he sent his tongue into her cunt, probing deep for a moment, then coming back out to find the shape of her clit, sucking it between his teeth. He bit gently, and a fiery thrill shot through Janet's center. She gasped, her legs drawing up, her hands clutching the sheet on the bed.
For a time Dan was content to suck between his daughter's legs. But his cock was burning now as it pressed against the bed, the exposed head hot and dry where the foreskin was worked back. He moaned, and came up over her, licking his way across her belly again, sucking at the tiny shape of the umbilicus. He found the shape of her tits, sucked each of them in turn, his mouth opening wide to take the entire cone within, biting down and sucking hard as though he would capture the complete mound of her flesh and carry it away.
Janet was breathing in short gasps now as his tongue set her body to burning, her legs moving apart of their own accord to open her cunt to the cooling of the air. Now Dan rose up over her until he was kneeling on straight legs, his eyes closed as he worked the snaps of his shorts. He pushed them down, and his cock popped into view, followed by his balls, hanging low beneath the straight-jutting erection. Again Janet gasped, for Dan's cock was much bigger than Darryl's-it seemed much too huge to ever fit inside a woman's cunt! Certainly it would tear her, hurt her terribly!
He worked the shorts below his knees, dropped forward over her body, the head of his cock touching the engorged lips of her cunt. He moaned, his hands moving over her sides, not probing further.
"Oh, Christ!" he cried. "Oh, Janet!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Janet heard her father's cry and knew that he was aware of her presence, that he did not think he was getting ready to fuck his wife. Even in his drunkenness Dan understood clearly that it was his daughter he had made naked, that he touched now-it has his daughter's cunt waiting there for the onslaught of his cock.
"OH, CHRIST!"
He writhed against her, his hands touching her body, his cock throbbing against the lips of her cunt until she imagined that she could feel his pulse beat racing terribly fast through that extension of his flesh.
"CHRIST! HELP ME!"
The head of his cock was wet now with the pre-seminal fluid-and wet as well with the juices of Janet's anxious cunt, stirred to lubricity by the excitement that overwhelmed her. Oh, God-she knew that this was terribly wrong, that she should stop it now before matters went beyond control, but she wanted him! She wanted to feel her father's cock ramming through her cunt walls, forcing his male presence completely within her body. She was yielding to him, her arms going around him to pull him down.
His ass quivered, his stomach muscles tightening, and the mighty shaft of his cock moved between her tight-clenched legs, the head rubbing across the tender flesh and transmitting its heat to her. He slid forward again, his cock pressing the lips of her cunt until they parted before its massive presence, opening the way for him to make the penetration of her sex passage. He pressed steadily, and Janet felt herself spreading wide before him, felt that terrible great shape moving inside. For a moment she was frightened again-it was so large! He'd tear her apart!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! HELP ME, PAPA!"
Dan ignored her cries, paid no attention to the way she was clutching him, her nails digging into him. He kept moving forward against her, kept shoving his cock against her yielding flesh. The glans was completely within the passage, the way made easier by her lubrication, the lips of her cunt gathering eagerly around it. He kept up the pressure, gaining steadily as his ass pushed down against her. An inch inside-and then three-and still the forward movement didn't stop, even though Janet felt as though she were being split apart by his terrible wedge-cock.
"I'M SORRY!" He moaned his regret, but he did not stop his penetration of her most private place. "I'M SORRY, HONEY-I'VE GOT TO DO IT! I CANT HELP MYSELF-I HAVE TO FUCK YOU! OH, JESUS! FUCK ME, JESUS! FUCK ME FOR WHAT I'M DOING TO MY LITTLE GIRL! PUNISH ME, BEAT ME, BURN ME! OH FUCK OH DAMN OH CHRIST! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Janet gave before her father's attack-but her cunt was still young, could not open itself wide enough to take in all of that huge meat. Dan let up, content for the moment to rest across her, his breath hot against her face. The girl caught back a sob in her throat, her head aching fiercely from the terrible strain of accepting him.
But the pain was easing, the ache receding from her gut. She was conscious of his huge cock-it felt as though it was ready to tear through her ass, come bursting through her back! But it was no longer such a terrible thing. As the pain receded, the feeling became almost comforting. Her cunt worked against him once, and then again, massaging the length of his shaft.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DO THAT AGAIN, HONEY!"
Dan writhed with pleasure at the sensation she had sent through him, the sheer joy that darted across his balls. His ass worked in reflex, pulling his cock back a fraction of an inch and then burying it again in her eager twat. He worked again, and now he was fucking, moving out almost an inch and then coming back again. And each time that his cock moved, he gained farther entrance, until at last almost all of his cock was buried within her, the head battering at the opening to her womb. His balls were still not tight against her slit, but she had almost ail of his eight inches completely wrapped in the softness of her cunt.
"FUCK!" He was sliding three inches, four, in each direction now, moving his hairy belly across, her smooth one, his muscular chest crushing her small tits, moving them back and forth beneath his weight.
"OH, FUCK! HONEY, CAN YOU TAKE ME? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH! SQUEEZE ME! AGAIN! SHIT, OH CHRIST FUCK! THAT'S IT, HONEY-DO IT LIKE THAT! OH, GOD, YOU'RE TEARING MY BALLS OFF! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"PAPA! I LOVE YOU, PAPA! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE, PAPA DO IT TO ME! I FEEL YOU INSIDE ME-IT'S WONDERFUL! IT'S BEAUTIFUL! OH, FUCK ME, PAPA-FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I AGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"SHIT! FUCK SHIT! TAKE ME, JANET!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! FUCK ME, PAPA! FUCK ME!"
"I'M FUCKING MY DAUGHTER! I'M FUCKING YOU!"
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
The bed was moving now under the force of his fucking, the strain of the past week boiling up inside him, churning his balls, heating his blood until his cock grew ever larger-larger than ever before. This was the shaft that had planted the seed which grew to form this beautiful child beneath him-and now he was plowing her fertility as well, throwing his manhood into flesh that was part of his flesh.
It was beautiful, it was wonderful, it was heaven! He rode across his daughter, the sensation of fucking sending a golden glow throughout his entire body until he could feel the delightful tingling in the tips of his fingers, in his toes, along the backs of his legs and his arms. His head swarmed with the buzzing of joy as his lips moved along the side of her face, licking her, kissing her, tracing the convolutions of her ear. For this timeless instant he was transported beyond joy, beyond the earth-bound shackles of his body, to ride through Heaven itself on the blessed messenger of his daughter's body.
"OH, PAPA! IT'S SO BIG! IT FILLS ME UP! I CANT STAND IT-I CANT TAKE IT! DONT STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her father's weight pounded Janet down against the bed, crushing her, bruising her. But she was unaware of the pains shooting through her chest, the battering of his pelvis against her hip bones-she knew only the thrilling presence of his great cock as it entered her cunt, slid into the very heart of her being. He was opening a way that led all through her center, his cockhead pounding up against the organs of her body, pressing them up to one side, until the beat was felt in her lungs, against her heart, until it seemed that his cock meat was forcing a way through to her throat, that it must explode from her mouth, from the top of her head.
He slammed against her, his ass quivering with each mighty blow, moving her across the bed until now they were riding near the top. Janet felt the presence of the pillow, reached up to push it away, found the headboard only inches beyond that. She had to keep her hands there, had to take them away from holding him, pushing at the wall to keep them from slamming painfully against the obstruction.
His cock was all of the way in her now, the last fraction of an inch given up until his balls rested in the bottom of her slit, hung toward her asshole. They were drawn tight in their sac, but still big enough to be a separately felt presence between her legs, despite the slamming cock that was making itself felt within. Even the soft walls of her cunt were aching now under the pounding blows of his penetration, the flesh empurpling with bruises.
For the moment she had forgotten the sensitive presence of her clitoris, overwhelmed by the force of the other sensations. But now, as she grew used to the slam/shove of his cock, as the pain of his fucking grew to be the normal state of affairs, his pulling out and pushing in began to light that electric switch again. The fire started slowly, so still that she at first did not pay it heed. But as the fucking continued the sensitivity increased, until now droplets of liquid fire were coursing away from that spot, showering through the blood stream to carry the beautiful sensation to every part, every muscle of her body. It seemed that her brain was floating in a pool of liquid fires, her eyes seeing clearly the silver presence of pure sensation.
It seemed as though they had been fucking forever, as though there had never been a time when his cock was not pounding into her cunt, filling her flesh, slamming her across the bed. His weight-nearly three times hers-was concentrated in the shape of his cock, pressing down on her, in on her, up against her from all angles at one and the same time. Darryl's fucking was nothing at all like this, the boy knew nothing about filling a woman. This was fucking pure and simple-fucking that was beyond anything she had ever imagined possible.
God! He was killing her! Wouldn't he ever cum?
And then Janet felt the beautiful flower opening in her gut, the spreading sensation that meant she was ready to empty out against him, whether his bails were able to respond or not. She was sending her life against him, flooding him, her juices meeting the massive ram of his cock only to-be forced back toward her womb unable to around his terrible engorgement.
Dan slammed against his daughter with renewed force, his balls churning now, generating the first droplets of his powerful seed, the spirulettes rising up through the channel to empty into her, spilling life, spilling generation, spilling his joy. The cannon of his cock took the ammunition from the factories in his testicles and slammed it out, showering the bastions of her cunt, the bombardment filling her, the juices meeting to mix together, churned into a creamy froth that worked out across the cunt walls and spilled against his groin. He rode up into her, spilling once, rode across her, spilling twice, rode through her, spilling the third and fourth blasts of his cum.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Papa!"
"Yeah! Oh, honey! I'm drained! I'm dead!"
"Papa ... "
"Shhh! Rest, baby. Rest easy. Everything's all right now."
She swallowed, surprised to find her throat sore, her tongue aching at the roots. His weight was bearing her down against the bed, and she wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed his cheek. Dan returned the gesture, moved his head to let his mouth brush against hers. For a brief moment the kiss was gentle, almost dispassionate-and then his tongue worked between her lips, touched her teeth, tracing the shape of them.
Janet gasped at the sudden, strange move, and her teeth opened. Instantly his tongue was within her, probing the roof of her mouth, moving across her own shape, the two soft organs undulating together. He ran his tongue completely around the inside of her mouth, and then withdrew. She followed him, shyly, not knowing what to do. But the instant her tongue was between his teeth he captured it, sucking it in with all of his pressure.
"Oh, baby! God forgive me, but that was beautiful!"
Janet winced, tried to shift beneath his weight. "You're hurting me, Papa!"
Instantly he was contrite, moved from her body to lay beside her, his arm slipping beneath her shoulder to draw her close. Janet smelled the strong odor of their fucking, knew that she was smelling herself as well as him. It wasn't unpleasant at all.
She looked at him in the dim light from the hallway and saw that his eyes were closed, his breathing coming more regularly as his chest heaved and fell against her tits. She looked down along the length of their bodies, pulling her ass back to see the soft shape of his cock drooping across his lower thigh to touch the sheet. The foreskin was still worked back, although coming back into its normal position, and she reached down to touch him, to feel the heat still in his mighty engine.
Dan groaned under her touch. "That hurts, baby! Please-be careful!"
She let his cock rest against the palm of her hand, the head still slickly wet with the juices of their joined cumming, the hair around the base plastered down with the moisture. Her own body was aching in every tissue-it didn't seem possible that she had accepted that mighty thing in full erection!
"Papa?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm?"
"Was I ... good?"
His eyes opened, to take in her innocent stare. He could see her anxiety, knew that it was important to her that he had been pleased.
"Oh, Christ, yes! You were very good, baby!"
"As good as Mama?"
Dan smiled, caught Janet in his arms, crushing her against him for a moment. He kissed her forehead, then released her.
"You're very good, honey. Mama's very good, too-but you're two entirely different people. Mama knows tricks to make me happy that you'll learn someday, in good time. But for what we just did, nobody could be better."
"Have you done it ... with a lot of women, Papa?"
He smiled again. "Gentlemen never discuss their conquests with members of the opposite sex, honey. What difference does it make?"
"Oh, I'm just curious," she said. She wanted to know badly, wanted to know exactly how many other cunts had enjoyed the presence of her Papa's cock in their bodies. It seemed terribly important to her-she hoped that there was only Mama!
"Papa? What sort of tricks can Mama do?"
"Mmmm? Oh, lots of things."
"Teach me how to do them!"
"Why?"
"Because I want to make you happy just the way Mama does. I want to do everything I can to make you feel good all over. If I make you feel good, then I'll feel good, too."
Dan laughed, cupped her tit in his fingers, bent to lick the nipple, running his tongue around the area of the aureole. She was erect, the nipple springing back instantly when he pressed it with his finger. He nibbled at her for a minute, then ran his tongue down into the valley of her breasts, circling each cone-shaped tit. And now he opened his mouth wide, drew in all of the flesh of one tit to bite down, chewing for a minute.
Janet gasped again as he pleasured her, his hand moving down to her crotch to rub the wet hairs, move across the slit until he was probing with one finger at her asshole. She flinched from his first touch, but he persisted, working against the sphincter until at last it gave way. Instantly the tip of his finger was within the ring, working in a circling motion, her asshole holding him tight prisoner as he pulled back and plunged forward, fucking her without actually sliding in and out.
"Papa! What are you doing?"
"Just finger-fucking, honey-didn't any boys ever try that on you?"
"No! It feels ... funny."
"Does it hurt?"
" ... No. It's okay, I guess. It's just that I never felt anything like that before.
He laughed again, snapping his finger out of her ass, only to move it deep within her cunt for several strokes. When he pulled it away again, he brought it to his nose to sniff, then licked her pussy juice away.
"You taste good, like a little girl should."
"Oh? And how do big men taste?"
"Taste me and find out for yourself."
He rolled onto his back, arms stretched over his head and his legs spread slightly. The soft shape of his cock lay across one thigh, the foreskin almost completely covering the head now, except for a gap that was filled with a tiny viscous pool of pale yellow fluid.
Janet sat up, looking at her father's cock. After a minute she picked it up, weighing it against her hand. His belly tightened, the balls drawing up slightly in their sac. She picked them up in turn, feeling each, marveling at their weight. They were as big as pullet's eggs, moving freely in her fingers.
"Taste me, honey."
She blinked, then bent to touch her tongue to the tip of his cock, remembering the taste of Liz's cunt that afternoon. The liquid gathered in his foreskin was sharp, not unlike the earlier flavor-but there seemed to be so much more of it, especially considering the difference in the two organs.
Dan's daughter worked the foreskin back from the head of his cock, pulling it down until the rim popped clear, the mushroom-shaped glans almost purple against the red of his shaft. The hole in the tip seemed terribly large as she touched it, almost big enough to take a pencil eraser. She held the shaft of his cock in her hand, rubbing her thumb across the head, spreading the liquid that oozed slowly from the hole until the glans was completely coated.
Dan was growing excited, his cock stirring in her loose hold, standing straight. Soon her fingers could barely reach around it, the flesh quivering the shaft several times, her father groaning at the movement.
"Suck me, Janet! Suck me!"
She bent to let the tip of her tongue touch against the hole in his cockhead, tasting him again; then she swirled her tongue around the glans, running it under the rim and down the side. Dan's hands were clenched now against the bed as her tongue enflamed him, sent his cock quivering to a new engorgement.
"Take it in your mouth-the head of it! Take it!"
It was so big-but she opened her mouth to do as he wanted, accepting his glans, her teeth closing under the rim. She held there a moment, his cock jumping against her teeth, and then began to suck against his meat as she had sucked against Liz.
"OH, GOD! JESUS GOD! YES, JANET-THAT'S IT! DO IT TO ME! SUCK ME! SUCK ME, BABY!"
Her head began to raise and fall over his cock in a rhythm that was natural, that did not have to be taught. He was so large that he filled her completely before she could take in much of the she thought she must gag. Her jaw ached under the strain of holding him in-but she was sucking him, using the strength of her throat to send the sensation that he wanted coursing through his cock.
"OH, CHRIST JESUS! DO IT TO ME, BABY! SUCK ME! SUCK DADDY! SUCK MY COCK! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! JESUS! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Dan humped against the girl's throat, forcing himself to hold back from grabbing her head, from holding her to drive his cock all of the way into her. He was burning with desire-any thoughts of remorse at what he was doing to his daughter lost in his passion.
Dan's cock was too big for Janet to take completely. Just taking it in her mouth was punishment-but she was determined to please him. Her fingers moving to the shaft, the girl got up on her knees to bend low over him, her hair falling against his groin and his thighs. She felt the terrible heat of his engine in her hands, the surface of his flesh, the veins marking the shaft, soft before her fingers. But there was a shaft of steel within the outer one, ram-hard, unyielding to her fingers, unbending.
He gasped as she worked around the head of his cock, her saliva trickling down the side, following the river course of one great vein. She was doing little more than rocking back and forth on it, unable to take any more of the cock itself into her mouth. But even that sensation fired him, filled his guts with an aching desire.
"Jerk me off!" he said, suddenly. 'That's it, honey-put your fingers around it! No, don't come off with your mouth-do both at the same time! That's right-that's it!"
Her hands wrapped around his length, the fingers of one unable to circle the cock completely until the other hand moved to join it. Her fingers interlaced, the thumbs rubbing together against the underside of the shaft, rising up to batter against the glans and against her lip.
His balls were bouncing at the base of the shaft as she worked her hands up and down against him, inches of his cock showing above and below her clasp. The girl slowed to climb over his leg and position herself better, but she never let go, her mouth keeping its clutch on the cockhead, her head riding up and down against him as the tears formed in the comers of her eyes, the breath gasped in and out of her nostrils.
She sucked her father, tits banging against the tops of his thighs each time she pushed down on him, her ass quivering with each stroke. Her rectum puckered, opening to the air with the rhythm of her sucking as Dan held tight to the sheet, resisting the impulse to grab her head, slam her all of the way down on his meat, violating her throat, her body. He wanted to do it, wanted to feel her lips against the base of his cock, against his balls, pushing down from the top, but he new it would kill her, Yet the urge to violence was so mixed with the urge to lust that it was a struggle not to hurt her.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HOLD MY BALLS, BABY-TAKE THEM IN YOUR FINGERS! PLAY WITH THEM-THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! CHRIST, THAT FEELS GOOD! GOOOOOOD! JESUS, DO IT TO ME, SUCK ME! SUCK ME! SUCK ME! AGGGHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHH, CHRIST! CHRIST! CHRIST! YAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Janet wanted to answer him, to scream out her own feelings-but it was impossible to make any sound except for the slurping as she rode over the head of his cock, pushing down against it as far as she could. The small shape of her vulva was battered now at the entrance to her throat, the throat aching terribly against the strain, but she did not stop-she did not want to stop. She heard her father, knew that she was giving him sexual pleasure, knew that she was intended to give him the greatest pleasure within her, no matter how painful it might be.
Her fingers worked harder, the two hands working at his shaft-her teeth caught at him, nipped at him, riding roughly over his flesh, the rim of his glans, battering them from inside and limiting the stroke she could make in sucking. She wanted to bite deeper, stronger-wanted to tear the head of his cock away, swallow it into her stomach, take his meat whole and make it a part of herself.
She relented, eased the pressure of her teeth reluctantly, and her father sighed in relief. But the idea of eating him still appealed. She wished that his cock was small enough to take all of the way into her mouth so that she could chew on the hairy base, feel the pubic hairs crunching crisply between her teeth, suck on his balls at the same time.
"OH, BABY! BABY!"
Suddenly, she popped free of his cock, her chest heaving, her tits riding up and down as she caught several deep breaths. She wiped her eyes, feeling the ache in every bone and nerve of her system.
"OH, BABY! DONT STOP-I'M ALMOST THERE! SUCK ME, HONEY! SUCK ME OFF! I WANT TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH! SUCK ME!"
"OH, PAPA!" Her voice was hoarse, rasped in her throat. "PAPA! IT HURTS SO! I CANT TAKE ANY MORE!"
But even as she said it she was bending lower, pressing her face against the shaft, feeling his warm strength burning its brand from chin to temple. His balls were at her chin, the hair tickling, and she moved down on them, took them one at a time into her mouth to suck against them, biting gently.
She worked the ball with her fingers while her other hand moved up and down the length of his cock in dancing strokes that raised him to a new level of awareness, of sensitivity, of sexual torment.
"YEAH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH! THAT'S IT, HONEY-SUCK ME! MAKE ME FEEL GOOD! CHRIST,TT FEELS SO GOOD! IT'S WONDERFUL! SUCK ME, JANET! SUCK PAPA! SUCK PAPA'S COCK! DO ME GOOD! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The touch of her fingers against his expanding shaft was pure fire-it was only thirty seconds until he felt the signal within his balls, the warning that he was close to climax. He humped against her, rose against her, pushing up, as his seed gathered for the onslaught to freedom.
The first droplets rose, moved through the channel beneath the shaft of his cock, came to his glans and hesitated for the briefest of instants-then shot forth into her mouth, spattering against the entrance to her throat. Several droplets hit the dangling uvula, dripped down, while a few others passed the gatekeeper to run into her throat. The rest of his load was following, too fast for her to take. His cum filled her mouth, gagging her in reflex, spilling out around her teeth and her lips to drip down the side of his cock.
"I'M GUMMING, BABY! I'M CUMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGGGG!"
Still she held to his cock, rose high over him, her tits drawing up as her body formed a circle from her ass across her back to her head. Her fingers were holding him lightly, barely touching the shaft of his cock as she felt the spasms, felt each blast of sperm first against fingertips and then against her mouth.
He filled her, he fucked against her, rising up, his gut tightened as all of his bodily organs worked in sympathy with the eruption of his balls. It seemed forever that they held in tableau, girl above her father's cock, Dan pushing upward from the bed, his eyes wide open and staring without seeing anything but the red haze of his ejaculation.
His voice trailed off. He held there for another few seconds, but the strength was leaving him, draining him. The fuel that had powered his heart was gone into his daughter, most of it swallowed down but a great deal coating the shaft of his cock. He gasped for breath, breathed deeply once, twice, a third time, his stomach muscles still tightened. He began to relax, his head falling back to the bed, his fingers unclenching, his chest rising and falling in a more regular rhythm as his heart beat slowed quickly from its maddened pace. As his blood moved through his system it carried the memory of the ache to every part of his body-but the memory was receding, easing.
"Oh, God! Christ, baby-oh dear God!"
She realized that he was finished, came up from his cock, her teeth aching, her jaw aching, as it came free. She worked her jaw several times to ease the ache, settling back on her heels, her hands dropping against her own thighs, her father's legs cocked around her.
Dan's cock was softening rapidly, dropping forward against his balls-against Janet's cunt. She looked down as the head first touched her, saw the trail of slick as it dropped through the slit. She reached down to touch him, and heard him take in a sharp breath, wincing.
"Christ, that hurts! Jesus; it feels like you've been beating me with a sledgehammer, honey!"
"Did I do it right, Papa?"
She was anxious and as he looked up into her eyes he let a smile spread across his face. He reached to take her hands in his, squeezing them.
"Honey, you were beautiful! That was one of the wildest blowjobs I ever had!"
For an instant Janet was again tempted to ask if she were as good as her mother. But she thought better of it, returning the pressure of his fingers. She rose up on her knees, arching her back, aware of the aching pain that had built up during the unnatural position she had been holding over him.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, baby!" He spread his arms. "Come here, lay beside me."
She clambered over his legs, moved to her full length beside him, Dan's arm holding her in close embrace. His chest was rising and falling in deep breath, and she reached out to him with her upper hand to trace a path through the matted hair, swirling one fingertip around his nipples. She pinched each nipple in turn, and let her hand trail down to his belly and then his groin.
She was aware of his cock just below her reach, but there was no urge to capture it again. It was enough to let her hand open flat against her father's pelvis, moving it through his sweaty coating, his pelt. She worked her jaw again, cracking it a time or two, and sighed as she snuggled closer to him.
"That's what boys mean when they talk about a blowjob, Daddy?"
"That's right, honey. What did you think of it?"
She cracked her jaw again. "Are all men as big as you? If they are, then there must be an awful lot of women with sore jaws!"
He laughed. "No, I'm afraid I'm a bit bigger than most in the cock department, honey. Not that I set any records myself-I've seen a lot bigger ones in my time, when I was in the Navy. Black men seem to have big cocks a lot, although I understand that they don't grow much more from soft to hard. But seeing a black boy's meat dangling almost to his knee is enough to make anyone jealous!"
"Will Jimmy and Les grow as big as you?"
"That's impossible to say-my cock is a lot bigger than Uncle Russ's, and a lot longer than our father's was. His was thick like mine, but a lot shorter."
"I think maybe you're too big, Papa-not that I don't love you!" she added, hurriedly. "But it does make it awful hard to take in-you made me ache all over when you shoved it in me, and now my jaw still aches from trying to suck on you." Proving the point, she cracked it again.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, babe-I'll make it up to you however I can. What would you like me to do, to prove my promise?"
"Bring Mama home?"
She said it softly, barely more than a whisper-but her father's arm stiffened for a moment and she heard the change in his heartbeat. He was silent for a long time; and he hugged her tightly.
"Honey, believe me when I say that there's nothing I want more."
They were both still for a time, until Dan thought that the girl had drifted into sleep in his arms. But when he looked down at her, he saw that her eyes were both open, a dreamy expression settled on her face. He reached to touch the tip of her nose with his finger, lifting its pug shape.
"Hey, sleepyhead! Aren't you going to take me up on my offer? I asked what you wanted me to do to you."
She looked up at him, blinking-then threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. Dan rolled back from her attack and Janet came up over him, resting on top of him. Her face pressed against his chest, his hair digging a pattern into her cheeks.
"Is this it?" he asked. "You want to use me for a mattress?"
She giggled, looked up again. "Do you promise to do whatever I want, no matter what?"
"If it's within my power-and within reason. I'm not going to cut off my cock or my balls, if that's what you want!"
"That's silly! Suck me, Daddy. Like I sucked you."
Dan stared at his daughter for a moment, then lifted her with his bands, moving her up until she was sitting on his chest. He reached with his finger to touch her slit, working it far enough inside to rub against her clit Janet shivered, her tits quivering as she rubbed her hand against her fist.
"Oh, that feels funny, Daddy!"
"You like it?"
"Oh, yes! It's a good kind of funny feeling!"
He wanted to ask if she had ever been sucked there before, but something told him not to press too far into the affairs of his children. What he learned might disappoint him, even make him angry. Better to let sleeping dogs lie and take advantage of a horny pussy while she was still excited enough to want sex.
He caught her ass in both hands, squeezing the cheeks as she rose up, his fingers meeting at the cleft and separating the two globes. He pulled her toward his mouth, Janet scrambling forward until her knees were beside his head, her legs resting up over his arms. She was still above him, her cunt several inches from his mouth; he looked up at her, straight into the passage as it gaped open with her spreading thighs. The passage was wet already, moistened by her desire and by the remains of their fucking.
Dan's lips pursed, and he licked them, surprised to find them dry. He hesitated another moment-he had sucked his wife's cunt many times, but it seemed strange to be looking straight into his daughter, to be contemplating sucking on her young vagina. But it was no stranger than to be fucking the child, and he had certainly done that willingly enough. It was only fair that he return pleasure measure for measure, that he please her in every way that he could.
He let his hands lower, let her ass drop until her cunt came to his lips. For a minute she rested there as he pulled his arms from under her legs, reaching up again to cup her ass cheeks. His tongue moved out, moved across the lips of her pudenda, tracing the shape of her entrance. The girl's belly tightened, her twat opening farther before him.
His tongue darted inside for a brief instant, tasting the shape of her inner passage. Then he let it come back again, more slowly, swirling it completely around until he reached the tiny cocklet that was her clit. He sucked that into his teeth, biting down gently as he felt her asshole opening and closing with the pleasure. His hand moved one finger into position, and when the rectum puckered the tip was quickly through the ring, captured to the first joint.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, PAPA! GOD, THAT FEELS SO GOOD! DO IT TO ME, PAPA! SUCK ME! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He did as she asked, pulling her down with the pressure of his hands, letting His mouth open wide against her cunt now as he sucked, his tongue moving around the passage, probing deep, fucking in and out. The girl's small tits bobbed with her passion, her ass bouncing up and down against him, but his hold on her ass never loosened. He was sucking for all he was worth, taking his daughter's juices into his mouth, tasting the remnants of his fucking, soothing the damage his cock had done to her soft tissues.
She couldn't hold still, bouncing, bouncing, until her ass banged him hard coming down, until he had to struggle to keep his tongue in her cunt? until at last he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down until there was no way for her to escape. Janet felt her father as he sucked with all of his strength, and like his fucking over Darryl's fucking, he was lighting her in a way that her sister had not. It was glorious, it was wonderful-a feeling greater than being fucked by him, for he was not hurting her now. There was only pleasure from this, from his sucking, from his turning her pussy inside out.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH, PAPA!"
"ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"SUCK ME, PAPA! I FEEL YOUR TONGUE! SUCK ME IN! MAKE ME FEEL GOOD! DO IT! DO IT TO ME! SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Janet held his head between her thighs, his prisoner even as he was her prisoner. She tried to push down harder against him, tried to feel his sucking lips all of the way inside her pussy, tried to drag him completely within her passage. She wanted to feel him in there-his head, his whole body. She wanted to drag him into her womb, wanted him to fill the very center of her being, wanted her father to be always and forever a part of her, pleasuring her, thrilling her sex.
"OH, PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" OH DEAR GOD! I CANT HELP IT, PAPA! I'M GUMMING! I'M CUMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
A tight knot was gathering in her womb, pushing out against the surrounding muscle, a bomb building toward a terrible, wonderful explosion. The silver flower was in her gut, and the petals were opening, blossoming, spreading their incense out across her father's face, filling his mouth with her perfume. The floodgates opened and her cum spewed forth and poured out over him, filling his mouth as he tried to drink her in.
Her pelvis battered his face, his lips, as the juices poured out, his hard, hot cock slamming back and forth as his hips rose and fell in sympathy with her explosion, the cock bouncing from his belly. He drank her, took what she had to give him, sucking mightily, strongly, even when there was no more, nothing of his daughter's juices left for him to swallow.
And then at last his head fell back, his hands dropped from her ass, his eyes able to look up at her face-to see that her head was turned toward the door. He followed the direction of her gaze-
And saw Liz standing in the doorway!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dan's face burned with embarrassment, and for a minute he failed to breathe. The enormity of what he had done to Janet him home-he had assaulted his own daughter! God, did the drink still rule his brain? How would he ever make it up to her-to Liz, forced to see this display of utter depravity?
Liz was the first to move. She wore slightly more respectable pajamas than Janet had, and now she hitched up the blouse to scratch idly at her ass, yawning; then she picked sleep particles from the corner of her eye.
"Janet's yelling woke me up," she said.
"Honey-"
"How come people make so much noise when they screw?" Liz asked, coming farther into the room.
Dan stared at her-saw that there was no reproach in his younger daughter's eyes, no shock on her face. It was as though his daughter-screwing was something she was used to, expected!
"Liz-"
But she was bouncing onto the edge of the bed, legs drawn up in yoga position, her eyes critically he realized that she was staring at his cock-at that damnable hard-on waving in the air like a sex-charged flag!
God! Was it possible ... did she want to share this experience?
Janet settled into a more comfortable position on her father's chest, and now he realized that there had never been an expression of surprise on her face. The two girls were used to each other's nakedness, used to each other's enjoying sex. He knew that times had changed radically since he was a kid, but when the hell did the modern generation start their screwing-in the cradle?
Liz was entranced by his cock. She started to reach out one finger to touch it, then suddenly turned shy. Her eyes were downcast as she spoke.
"Can I touch you, Papa?"
"Yes, honey ... if you want."
The foreskin had worked back from the head again, completely exposing its purplish-shape. Dan did not realize that this was the second cock Liz had seen during the past twelve hours-but it was the first one that she could examine closely. She twisted around until she was perched at his hips and reached out again to let her fingers gingerly touch against the inflamed shaft. Instantly she jerked them away, surprised at the heat coursing through his flesh. Then she let them go back, stroking his cock with the palm of her hand, running it up and down the shaft several times.
"It's so big!" she said, amazed.
"Papa knows what to do with it, though," said Janet, amused. "You'd be surprised what he can do with it."
Suddenly Liz bent forward to kiss it, lightly, then pressed the length of his cock against her face, luxuriating in its warmth. Her other hand was at the bottom of the shaft, resting against his balls. She seemed to become aware of them for the first time. She poked each in the wrinkled sac with one forefinger.
"It looks like you've been soaking them in the bathtub too long," she said, giggling. "Except they're not wet."
"Suck on them," her sister said. "They'll be wet then."
Liz looked around, then peered past her sister to see her father's face. Dan was hung in a terrible suspense-he knew that he should stop this before it could go any farther, before he did irreparable harm to the two girls. But the time for stopping was gone-it was gone when he first took Janet into his bed, into his arms!
And what Liz was doing felt so damn good! His balls, his cock, were tingling to her touch, quivering in anticipation of her young lips touching them. If this was a sin, if it was so terrible, then why in hell had God made it so goddamn much fun? He didn't play fair!
Liz was following Janet's advice, bending now to kiss her father's testicles in turn. The hair covering the scrotum was distasteful; Janet saw her face wrinkle with displeasure, but Dan's view was blocked by his older daughter's position on his chest. Janet turned around to have a better view of what Liz was doing.
"Oh, honey! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
She sucked one egg into her mouth. There was no hesitation-his ball was popped completely into her mouth, as though she had been trained in sucking men from infancy. She swallowed, her throat working convulsively, making the testicle jump between her teeth. Dan gasped.
Janet bent forward to have a better view of the way Liz was working on his balls, her ass rising from his chest to give him a clear view of her brown rose at the bottom of the valley-so close to the opening he had already experienced. Her asshole puckered as her belly wrinkled, opening far enough to give him a tantalizing view of her inner passage. Suddenly he reached up with both hands, caught her hips to drag her back against his mouth.
"Papa! What are you doing?"
Janet looked around, but his lips were already planted against her ass, his tongue moving out to lick the length of the valley, tasting the edge of her cunt and the remnants of their fucking, his sucking. Then he returned his attention to the sphincter, his tongue moving against the now tight blossom, probing, pushing, tasting a bright metallic flavor.
Her tits were against his belly, her head twisting to see what he was doing. But it was a good feeling, a great feeling-she puckered her asshole in reflex, and he took advantage of the brief opening to dart the tip of his tongue into her. When she closed up again he was captured, able to use his tongue as a fucking instrument.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, PAPA! GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD! DO IT TO ME, PAPA-DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME! MAKE ME FEEL YOU! MAKE ME FEEL YOUR TONGUE! AGGGHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Liz heard her sister's cries of pleasure, tried to look up, but she refused to surrender his balls, and all that was in her vision was his waving cock, bobbing against her face. She reached for it, gurgling as she swallowed against his balls, and began to stroke it.
"OH, JESUS! "Dan had to tear his tongue from Janet's asshole. "OH, BABY! SUCK ME, LIZ - SUCK ME I OH, GOD! AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SUCK MY BALLS-SUCK MY COCK! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Janet sighed with pleasure, her face buried against her father's groin, aware of his cock just inches away. Liz was attacking him from below-but the shaft itself was still free, still waving in the air. His tongue was out of her ass. She moved forward, rising far enough to get her lips over the cockhead and sucked down for a minute.
"CHRIST IN CRIPPLED CHRISTOPHER FUCKING! JESUSSSSSSSSSS! THAT'S IT, JANET-SUCK PAPA! SUCK MY GODDAM COCK-LIZ, SUCK MY BALLS! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! YOU'RE MELTING ME. YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! SWEET MERCIFUL BLUE FUCKING HEAVEN-AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He was humping against them, unable to keep his ass still against the bed, fighting them as his girls tried to control his cock, control the pleasure they were giving him. Janet could no longer keep the cockhead in her mouth: she broke away, began to run her tongue up and down the sides of the shaft, her fingers dancing along its length as well. Between his legs, Liz seemed to have formed a permanent attachment to his balls, seemed to want to keep them in her mouth forever. She stretched her jaw as wide as possible, and succeeded in getting both of them inside at the same time. She was unable to do anything with them, but she rested heir weight across his leg, burbling happily.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!"
It was Heaven! It was joy! He was transported on the lips of his girls, his daughters!
He looked down, saw Janet's cunt and asshole before him but too far to reach with his tongue. He reached out to her with both hands, spreading the globes of her ass with his thumbs. The two holes gaped plainly now, and there was an ache in his breast because he could not plant his lips to her.
But there was nothing to stop him from using his fingers. He touched her again, ran the middle finger of his left hand deep into her pussy while the tip of his right forefinger worried at the rectum. The girl's ass quivered with pleasure, and he seized the first opportunity to run the fingertip in again. He was finger-fucking her from both sides of the thin wall separating the two channels, could feel the finger in her cunt with the one in her ass.
"OH, PAPA! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? OHHHHHHHHHHHH AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JESUS! JESUS! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"OH, BABIES! OH, JESUS! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU BOTH! DO IT TO ME! SUCK ME! SUCK PAPA! SUCK PAPA'S COCK-SUCK PAPA'S BALLS! MAKE ME FEEL YOUR LIPS, YOUR TONGUES, YOUR TEETH! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
They were bouncing against him now, Janet being driven by his wild fingers, Liz delirious with joy to know that she was servicing her beloved parent. Janet's cunt was dripping with the juices that his far-reaching finger stirred, Dan digging deep into the soft walls as he fucked into her. Her clit was burning hot, super-sensitive each time that he rubbed against it. She wanted to scream out her joy-but she did not want to tear her lips away from his marvelous shaft.
She rose over the head of his cock, took the swollen flower into her mouth and forced herself as far down as she could go. She was sure that she was taking more now than before, although her throat was aching terribly with the strain. But she wanted all of him, wanted to feel her lips against his balls-wanted to meet Liz in a giant kiss that would have all of Papa's sex swallowed between them. They were sharing him, but that would be even greater, the most wonderful way of knowing him that she could imagine. Her ass quivered to the touch of his finger, her cunt jumping with joy as he fucked into her, joined the one finger with another, and then another, until all three were riding in and out. All she needed was another cock in her ass, and life would be complete, made perfect!
"OH, JESUS! OH, BABIES! DO IT TO ME! SUCK ME-I'M GUMMING! I'M GUMMING!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Janet had to tear her lips from his cock for an instant. "PAPA, I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M CUMMING."
His first spurt rose from the fountainhead of his cock, splattering against her face, dripping down her nose. The girl started to dive back on to his cockhead, not wanting to waste any of his pleasure. He was erupting, his cock throwing his seed across her features as it wavered in her fingers, his balls jumping in the younger girl's mouth as it pumped forth his life. Janet felt her own insides melting, running out against Papa's fingers, flooding out against his chest.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned, as she flooded him, closing her eyes against a spurt of his cream. She was soaking him completely, her juices matting the hair on his chest, running across his body and trickling down his sides. Dan held his fingers in the midst of the waterfall, taking the other hand away from her ass. He let the juice course down his arm, until at last she was finished, at last there was no more to cum.
Her cunt muscles worked in several dry spasms as his cock jumped without producing more than a single droplet to well in the head. The girl fell from him, laying naked beside him.
"Aiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Dan screamed as Liz bit against his aching balls. "Honey! That's enough! Get off now!"
She did so reluctantly, releasing him with a sigh, conscious for the first time that her nose was aching from the unnatural position she had taken. She looked up at her father and saw the puddle of Janet's spendings on his chest, then looked at her sister and saw the streaks of white against her face.
"What happened?" she asked.
Janet giggled, and Dan managed a smile. "We came, honey. Thank you for the part you played. God! I don't think I've ever had my balls sucked like that before. Have you been practicing?"
The instant he said it, he regretted it-but Liz was giggling, shaking her head. She straightened out her legs, kicking away the kinks, and came up to kneel beside his chest. Her finger touched the pool of cum, moved through it, swirling it around his nipples.
"No," she said. "I never did anything like that before." She didn't add that the only sucking she had done was on Janet's cunt that afternoon.
Dan reached out to squeeze her side, his thumb moving over her ribs. "Hey! You're unfair-you're supposed to be naked, like the rest of us!"
She giggled again, looking down at herself, and then across at Janet's nakedness. She peeled her pajama top over her head, then rose to skin the bottoms down, and stood naked beside him.
"Okay. Now I'm undressed."
Dan looked up at Liz's boyish body, saw that she was not yet developing; there was only the tiniest swellings where her tits would grow, and that barely more than baby fat. Her cunt was smooth and hairless, a delicate slit that pouted down at him, revealing nothing of the pleasures waiting inside.
"Don't you want your share of pleasure?" he asked.
"What do you mean, Papa?"
He held up his hands, and after a slight hesitation, Liz came into his arms, let him lower her toward his face. She giggled as she settled down, his chin beard scraping the inside of her thighs-and gasped in surprise as her ass hit the cooling puddle of Janet's cum on his chest. She looked around, ass tensing for a moment. Then she relaxed as her father examined her pussy, running his finger along the slit.
He ran his little finger into Liz, but she was dry inside. He swallowed a time to two to work up spit in his mouth, and pulled her to him, his lips meeting the pouting pudenda in a wet smacking kiss.
"Oh, Papa!" She giggled again, her belly jumping. "That tickles!"
"Tickles, huh? What about this?"
He grabbed her by the ass, pulling her tight against his mouth, his tongue driving inside her passage. Liz gasped as he touched her clit, jumping again. He pushed his tongue into her-and came up against the obstruction.
For the first time he realized that Janet's cherry had been broken-by whom? How many cocks had his oldest daughter known before his?
It was none of his goddamn business! If Janet was fucking, what the hell! It made her more experienced for him, didn't it?
Still, there was a tinge of regret that he had not been the first ...
But Liz was before him now-and with Liz he could be the first. Except that her small cunt would never accept him, never admit his huge cock. Just trying would tear her terribly, probably cause her serious injury. The idea of taking his daughter's cherry was tempting, but he knew that it was one pleasure he would have to forego. Any daughter-fucking would be limited to the older girl, at least until Liz developed enough to ease the problems.
Right now, he wanted to suck her, and again he planted his lips against her cunt. The little girl pushed down against him, her passage opening to the widest possible as his tongue entered, and licked all around. He was sucking on her tiny clit, teasing it with his tongue, until she was erecting under his touch.
"OH, PAPA! THAT FEELS GOOD! DO IT TO ME, PAPA! SUCK ME OUT GOOD! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The older girl watched her sister's ass bouncing up and down against her father's mouth with dispassionate interest-for the moment she was drained. But her hand naturally trailed to her own cunt, -rubbed her slit that was wet with her spendings, moved far enough inside to touch her clit and excite it. An electric shock tingled her ass, a tiny one-but it "was enough to make her quiver, to know that she was ready for more sex.
She rose, looked at her father's cock, saw that it was soft now. His pleasure in sucking Liz came in knowing that he was servicing his baby, not from his own needs. Janet reached a cautious finger to touch him there, then hefted the weight of his cock against her palm. Soft, it seemed like a completely different thing than the hard shaft that had ripped through her insides, had filled her mouth to aching.
"OH, PAPA!" Liz was bouncing with joy. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, GEEZ! PAPA! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Janet held her father's cock up straight, studying it, working the foreskin back to see the cum oozing from the fold of the skin where it had been trapped. He was hot in her hand, but still did not stiffen-and she knew that this was her chance to take all of him.
Quickly her lips went about his cock, pressing the soft shape for an instant; and then she was diving all of the way down, her mouth filling with the flexible meat, until her lips at last pressed against that goal that had seemed so unobtainable-his balls. She felt the pubic haircut into her lips, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of the shaft, the cockhead probing against her throat.
She swallowed, and suddenly the head of his cock was completely in her throat! She had taken him all of the way! Tears stung her eyes as she felt his cock stirring, although she could not breathe. But for this instant she did not need to breathe! She was in heaven, her father's cock hers to possess completely and forever!
Dan gasped, tore his lips from Liz's cunt. "JESUS! JANET, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SUCK ME, BABY!" His hands worked against Liz's buttocks, kneading them as his cock humped against Janet's face, and began to stiffen: It was growing hard, pulling the girl up as it lengthened, stretched, expanded. No longer could she hold it all-the pain was too great. She pulled back, the head popping out of her throat to let air once again come down from her nostrils to her lungs. She gasped against the huge cockshape, rising up on it until only the head was in her mouth. She had to pull out completely, pull away from him, drop in exhaustion to the bed.
Dan sighed. "Jesus! That was beautiful, honey! But you could hurt yourself!"
"It was worth it, Papa. I want to suck you whenever you get soft-I want to have all of you inside me, forever and ever!"
He laughed, then sighed; he reached up to lower Liz to his other side, the two girls stretching out, moving into his arms. His cock still waved, still stiff-but there was no desire to cum again. There had been enough fucking for now.
Together, they drifted into sleep, the girls holding tight to their father, Dan hugging them in his arms. But even as he felt the warmth of their bodies, there was a deep buried regret. Only the knowledge that they welcomed his violation eased his conscience, made him feel like a man again ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
The buzzing of the alarm clock brought Dan awake, his heart jumping from an interrupted dream. For an instant he was still in the dream world, then felt the pressure of his girls on either side, their nakedness soft and yielding next to the rough angles of his own body.
He glanced to his right, saw Janet's tit riding up over his chest, the girl snuggled tight against him. Her hand rested lightly against his groin, the shape of his cock falling over it.
On the other side, Liz was making a sucking motion with her lips, pushing them in and out in her sleep. Her hand was also probing close to his cock, her fingers twined in his pubic patch. Both of the girls were resting on his arms, which tingled under their weight. He shifted position, and Janet opened her eyes, blinking, to look up at him.
"Whuzzat?" The alarm was buzzing in the background. She shook her head, sat up, and rolled off the bed to shut it off. She yawned, stretching widely, her back arching to bring her tits into prominence, the slit of her cunt clearly visible.
For a moment he again felt regret-what the hell kind of man was he, screwing his own daughter, teaching the other to suck him off? Christ, in some places men were lynched for doing things like this! But the girls liked it. There were no regrets for what had happened last night, what he had done to them. If they were happy, then what he did to them was nobody else's goddamn business!
He sat up, pulled his girls to him, squeezing them in his arms. He bent to kiss them in turn, and rubbed their heads. Everything was going to be all right, he was sure of that. Nothing bad was going to happen-maybe this was even an omen that in time Trish would come to her senses, come back home!
"Work time, girls. Janet honey, you think you can manage to fix your old man's breakfast while he staggers through the shower and shaving?"
"Sure thing, Papa. Come on, Liz-you can help."
They jumped off the bed, heedless of their nakedness, and hurried downstairs. When he followed them fifteen minutes later, he found them still naked as they did the early morning chores. His breakfast was waiting-a hearty one, Janet recognizing that sex took a good deal of energy-and when he finished they hurried to hug him, and kiss him goodbye. He was unable to resist running a finger into each sweet young pussy before he let them go, leaving for work with the smell of their cunts on his hands.
After that night, Dan did not sleep alone. The girls were ready for bed earlier each night, it seemed-although an hour or more passed before they were ready for sleep. But they were exhausting their father, until he accused them of cheating-of sleeping during the day. Giggling, they did not deny it.
After a week of enjoying their bodies, the phone rang before he could leave for work-it was Trish. She and the boys had decided to make a holiday of it, were going up to the Island for a picnic.
"We want the girls to come with us, Dan," said his wife. "You too ... "
He hesitated, his heart jumping-he wanted so much to say yes! But he remembered that several important deals were very close to closing; he could not spare the time away from the office.
"Next time, honey," he said lamely. "But the girls will be ready when you get here."
"Sure, Dan. Next time."
"Trish? I still love you."
"I love you too, Dan."
"So come home! Please!"
"You know the bargain we made. It's only been two weeks."
Two weeks-it seemed more like two centuries as he hung up. Then he saw his daughters again, both naked-they liked to be naked all of the time when he was with them-and thanked God that he at least had them.
He gave them the news, and ordered them through their excitement to take showers before their mother arrived. It wouldn't do to have Trish smell the fucking that they had been doing! He wanted to wait around to see her-yesterday he had gone to the boutique, to try to talk her out of this nonsense, but she wouldn't give in. There was no reason to think that she'd change her mind now ...
He kissed the girls goodbye.
Trish blew the horn of the station wagon as she pulled up before the house, but Janet and Liz were already waiting, their bathing suits packed. They ran to the car, threw their arms around her, kissing her warmly.
"Mama!" said Liz. "We're so glad to see you!"
"Yes," echoed her sister. "We miss you, Mama-you two, too, lunkheads," she added to her brothers.
Trish Sanborne smiled at her four children-all of them handsome. The younger pair were obviously identical twins, and except for the fact that Liz's hair was longer, it would be impossible to tell them apart if they were dressed in the same clothes. Of course, there was very definitely a difference in the equipment behind the shorts that each was wearing!
Jimmy and Janet were maturing now, growing into adulthood; they had been another peas-in-a-pod pair until puberty hit them, but now he was already three inches taller than his sister. And of course, Janet was blossoming, her breasts well-formed, pressing enticingly against the fabric of her sleeveless blouse, her ass firm, fattening like a woman's should. Her old blue shorts were stretched tight by her ass-so tight that Trish could clearly see the outline of her mound.
The kids hopped in back, the boys greeting their sisters just as enthusiastically-Jimmy's hand dropping to tease Janet's butt when he thought that his mother couldn't see. But Trish caught the movement in the rearview mirror, and grinned to herself. What the hell, they probably fooled around together. But she was willing to bet that Janet didn't realize that she and her mother were both competing for Jimmy's cock!
"What's so funny, Mama?" asked Les.
"Oh, nothing, honey." Maybe tonight she would let the boys in on the joke-when she had them alone again, and naked in her bed!
What would Dan think of that?
For a minute the thought made her sober: what would her husband think, to know that she was screwing the boys? Certainly he would be shocked; it was a secret they better keep just to themselves!
She thought of Dan's cock, comparing it to Jimmy's-comparing their staying power. Both boys could outlast him in a stretch, although it hadn't always been that way. She could remember early in their marriage when the nights had been spent more in fucking than in sleeping-now she was lucky to get one jump, and a thank you ma'am out of him!
Well, Dan was a problem to think about later-this day was for the kids. She headed the car for the island, a popular picnic place a twenty minute ferry ride from the mainland. Once a millionaire's private preserve, it was now part of the state park system, covered with trails and picnic places. In the middle of the week there weren't many other ferry riders, and when they arrived they found they had the place almost to themselves.
The boys carried the baskets to the secluded table their mother chose, and then the four of them took off for the island's highest point, a two hundred foot hill. The millionaire had built a watchtower there, and now Les whooped as he and Liz shot up the steps. At the top they could see the ferry, returning to the mainland.
Janet and Jimmy stopped at the edge of the clearing, looking to see that the younger kids could not see them. He stepped off the trail, leaning against a pine, his eyes hungrily taking in his sister.
"You miss me?" he asked, casually.
"I suppose."
She was looking away from him, shyly-and now he reached out to touch her, took her arm to pull her behind the tree.
"Jimmy!" She struggled for a minute, but his longer arms held her tightly. At last she surrendered, giggling.
"I'm the only boy in your life," he said. "Remember."
"We can't get married, you know, silly. It's against the law, or something."
"So we'll live together without being married. Lots of people do that nowadays-why not brothers and sisters?"
Janet was looking away when his hand moved out to touch her side-he moved forward to kiss her, taking her in his embrace. It was not the awkward kisses they had exchanged before-their lips met, held a moment, and then his tongue was probing forward, forcing a passage between her teeth.
Janet stiffened, would have gasped if his lips had not kept her prisoner. Her arms went around him, holding him close as she felt his knee pressing between her legs. She recognized the shape of his cock as it grew in his pants, stretching until it pointed up, pressing against her belly. His hand dropped to her tit, fondling the tiny cone and playing with the nipple, and dropped down farther, probing the top of her shorts. His fingers reached inside until he could feel the hair between her legs.
"Jimmy!" She tried to push him away, frightened. "Liz and Les will see us!" The younger pair were still on the tower.
"Let them, I don't care."
"But, I do!"
Janet studied her brother's face, worried-what was making him act like this? They had fooled around before, but she knew that he was not fooling now! His cock was as hard as Papa's, and certainly just as big as Darryl's!
Jimmy stepped away from the tree, called to the other two. "Hey! Janet and I are going down to the shore! We'll see you later!"
"Wait!" cried Les. "We'll come with you!"
But Janet and Jimmy weren't waiting. They hurried along the trail to duck into a thicket, Jimmy picking a way for them. He made several turns in direction as they heard the sound of pursuit fading away, and then they were suddenly in a small clearing that was well-shielded from the nearest trail. It was a pleasant place, grassy, and with a flat rock that was just right for two to sit together.
Janet sat down, running her hands down her thighs as she stared at her brother. But Jimmy wasn't prepared to let her sit; he took her hands, pulled her down to the grass beside him. She stared into his face for a moment, and saw that he was serious about this; she couldn't help giggling.
Suddenly his arms were around her, his lips capturing hers in a kiss more intense than any she had ever experienced before-from Daddy, from Darryl, from anyone. They held together until she was seeing stars, and knew she had to break for air.
"Oh, wow!" she cried. "Where did you learn that?"
He was proud. "I've learned a thing or two this summer. I know lots of loving tricks."
His hands reached for Janet's shorts, fumbling with the buttons. It took no more than a minute to overcome the obstacle, slide his fingers down to her exposed mound. His fingers trailed through the silky hair, then moved across the crack before probing into her entrance. "You're wet-you're horny."
"Getting awfully personal, aren't you?" He nuzzled his ear. "I've got something better than my finger to put in there now. Feel."
Janet gasped as she traced the shape of his erection. "Jimmy! You're a lot bigger!"
"I'm growing up," he said. "Take it out."
He raised his hips to let her pull his shorts down, and then she removed her blouse and let him pull down her shorts. They stared at each other's nakedness a moment before she found the courage to reach out to his shaft. It was not as big as Papa's-not yet; but if he kept on growing as he had this summer, it wouldn't be long before he would be giving Papa competition!
"You're hot!"
"Hot to fuck," he replied, touching her mound again, his other arm tugging her down to lay beside him. Her legs opened, but she was still tense, frightened despite everything that she had done with Papa this past week. Suddenly Jimmy was between her legs, bending, his hands lifting her ass. He touched her slit with his finger, then kissed her cunt lips, his tongue moving along the crack.
Janet gasped as he drove it suddenly home, tasting her soft inner passage, her ass quivering against his hands at the dart of pleasure. She relaxed now, her legs opening wider to him as he probed with his tongue, found her clit and quickly brought it erect. His fingers were caressing her ass as he pushed his tongue as far into her as he could.
"YEAH!" He swallowed her moisture. AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
"SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
He pulled his lips away, her cunt making a wet plopping sound, and lowered himself over her body. His cock probed forward against her mound, moving across the crack as he lubricated himself with her juices. He was moving in, pressing steadily forward, his cock entering a long slide.
"Jesus, you're tight!"
"OH!" She had relaxed with him-but now he slammed all of the way home. "OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JIMMY!"
He relaxed again-then slammed again, burying himself completely within his sister. He lowered his weight to her body, his hands moving up to tease the nipples of her breasts. They were already hard, and he hunched down far enough to suck one of them into his mouth, making her gasp with the pleasure. He was moving up to kiss her lips, his ass twitching in the air.
"DO IT, JIMMY!" she begged. "DO IT TO ME! COME ON-I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER! FUCK ME!"
He humped against her once, not really moving his cock but making her feel his full presence. He raised his weight onto his forearms as he concentrated on pulling out of her cunt, the corner of his mouth showing the tip of his tongue.
He slammed home again, the girl gasping, her fingers clutching at his back. His cock pulled against the walls of her cunt, her clit burning with liquid fire as the shaft rubbed it, but no more than an inch of him came out. He pushed again, sliding easily as her cunt became soaked with her juices. He stroked three times, and suddenly there was no friction to hold him, his cock sliding easily.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! JIMMY, IT'S BEAUTIFUL! IT'S HEAVEN! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU! FUCK ME! PLEASE, DO IT TO ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The boy held himself half out of her for a moment, gathering energy-then drove home again. Janet shook at the force of his blow, gasping again, trying to hold tight. He was moving regularly, sliding five inches out, slamming five inches home, battering against her womb. His balls slammed against the outer lips of her cunt on each down stroke, jarring him.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHH, GOD! I LOVE IT, JIMMY! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOU FUCKING ME! FUCK ME! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He was rocketing along, out of control, unable to pace his fucking, to restrain himself in any way. The fury of his need slammed into his sister, filling Janet before withdrawing for a brief instant. The walls of her cunt were in agony as the head of his cock ripped across them, his shaft still swollen, impossibly growing larger. He could no longer hold his weight off her, able to concentrate only on his ass as it drove forward, pulled back, and the fury of his cockhead.
"FUCK!" he cried. "FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHH, GOD! JIMMY, I CANT STAND IT! HELP ME, PLEASE! GOD HELP ME! GOD HELP ME! FUCK ME, JIMMY! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
Her juices were boiling now, turning her insides to mush, making his cock so slippery that each backstroke almost threw him out. The boy held his knees between her legs, afraid that his cock was going to pop free, that he would spill his load outside of her cunt.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"OHHHHHH, JIMMY! JIMMY! JIMMY!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
There was nothing in the world, the universe, but their rampaging fucking, both children gasping for breath, aching with the pressure of the ground against their bodies. He thought his heart was going to burst, but he could not stop-would not stop.
His testicles responded to the driving fury, building pressure that could only be answered in one way. The cum was rising in his cock as the girl felt her own eruption boiling over, boiling around him.
"I'M GUMMING!" he cried. "JESUS, I'M GUMMINNNNNNGGG! AGGGGGGHHHHH-HHHH!"
She felt his seed slam out of his cock, mix with her own, filling her channel completely until it split over against the plunging shape of his cock. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever known.
"OH, GOD, JIMMY! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Darn them!"
Liz plopped down on a fallen log, pouting, angry at Janet and Jimmy for disappearing. This was supposed to be a fun day, but they were spoiling it!
"They're stinky!" she said.
"Oh, it's okay," said Les, sitting down beside her. He had a pretty good idea why his brother wanted to be alone with Janet-and now he reached for Liz, putting his arm around her shoulder. She moved closer, and he hugged her tightly.
"Everything's okay," he said, his finger touching her leg, moving to her knee. "Let them go-we don't need them. We can have fun by ourselves."
He touched the flat of his palm to Liz's leg, moved it close to the boundary of her shorts. She looked down as his finger moved inside her shorts.
"What are you doing?"
"Just exploring. I want to see if you've changed any since we came out to the beach house."
"How much could I change in two weeks?" She didn't know about the tremendous spurt in her oldest brother's development ... but neither did she chase Les's hand away. It felt good there.
"That tickles!"
He reached her mound, found a single silky hair, tracing its length against her slit.
"Tickle me back."
The boy settled back on the log, his legs stretched before him. Liz stared at him for a minute, then reached down to touch the front of his shorts, finding instantly the outline of his cock. She ran her fingers across the shaft a couple of times and Les quickly stiffened, his joint lifting against the fabric.
"Are you hard?"
"Unbutton my pants and you'll see."
Liz felt a thrill of anticipation, and quickly looked around to make sure that they were alone. She knelt between his legs to unbutton his shorts, tugging them down until the shaft of his cock sprang into view. It was sturdy and straight, a pretty young prick, pointing boldly away from the tiny nest of hair. She tugged the shorts down farther and saw his balls.
"You're dirty!" But her tongue was at the corner of her mouth, and she felt a warmth growing in her own sex.
"Go ahead-you've touched it before."
Liz pretended reluctance, although she was anxious to take that delightfully-shaped cock into her hands-into her mouth. She stroked him gingerly, then curled her fingers around his meat. The boy saw how cautious she was-and suddenly he made his cock jump, banging it against the palm of her hand.
"Oh!" She let go. "Why did you do that?"
"'Cause I want you to jerk me off. Go ahead, hold it-it won't bite you. Ahhhhhhhhh! That feels good, Liz! Do it again!"
She began to jerk him steadily, her hand moving up and down, his balls bouncing with each reversed motion. When she was at the bottom of the stroke, the opened glass showed clearly over the edge of her hand, the meat almost white under the pressure of her grasp. The hole was tiny, not at all like Papa's-but there was a drop of fluid seeping out of it just as Papa's cock did.
"OHHHHHHHHH, LIZ! OH, THAT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD! I LOVE IT!"
She brought her hand to the top, his balls jumping as they drew against the base of the shaft. She was timing her strokes now to a mental clock, one a second, the boy's hands flat against the log for balance, his face contorted with pleasure.
"SUCK ME, LIZ-TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH! YEAH, DO IT! SUCK ME!"
But before she could bring her mouth to it, he reached down, cupped his hand over the glans. She looked up.
"Let's go into the bushes! Take off our clothes!"
He led the way, moving a hundred feet away from the path until he found a place clear enough of underbrush to permit them to stretch out on the ground. There was another log in the little depression, and Liz started to sit down-but Les caught her up, made her stand while he undid her shorts and pushed them down. His cock was still poking out of his open fly, his balls riding over the edge of the fabric.
"Come on, strip down! It's better naked!"
"I don't know why," she said, still pretending reluctance. But she did as Les wanted, undressing quickly and spreading her clothes on the ground to have something to lie on.
Les was already naked, and kicking off his sandals. As Liz lay down before him he stepped over her, his cock sticking out flagpole stiff and proudly waving over the center of her body.
"Haven't you been rubbing yourself off lately?"
He grinned, but would not say why. He dropped to kneel between his sister's legs, reaching to raise her ass with his hands. At last her mound was completely open to him, the single hair he had discovered invisible against her skin.
"OHHHHHH, JEEZ! LIZ-I LOVE YOU! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU!"
She wriggled her ass as Les looked up her body, although there was nothing beyond her cunt to excite him. Then he bent to kiss her opening, running his tongue inside.
"OHHHHHHHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"I'M GONNA MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD!"
"OHHHHHH! PLEASE, LES-BE CAREFUL!"
But the sight of his cock excited her-Papa hadn't fucked her, wouldn't try to shove his cock into her opening because he was so huge. But Les was just the right size to introduce his sister to the joys of cock and cunt together, and she was anxious as he.
He was probing at her cunt now with the head of his cock, finding her completely dry despite his brief sucking. He lay her straight, spreading the outer lips of her cunt with his fingers, and spit on his hand; then he rubbed the moisture on the head of his cock. He pressed again.
"OHHHHHHHHH! LES-YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
There was just enough lubrication to let his glans enter the very outer limits of her cunt-but Liz did not know how to respond, how to open herself before him. She wanted to slam her legs shut, close him off.
"COME ON!" he begged. "RELAX-YOU'RE FIGHTING ME! OPEN UP, LIZ-I GOTTA FUCK YOU! I GOTTA!"
The boy shifted position until he was laying across his sister, his ass waving in the air as he tried to keep his cock secure in the brief beachhead he had secured. Now he pushed with all of his strength, gaining another fraction of an inch.
"OWWWWWWWWW! JIMMY, I CANT! I CANT TAKE IT! STOP, PLEASE! LET ME GO!"
"Damn!"
The boy was nervous now, his balls already churning as his seed was near eruption. The closeness of her cunt, even though he could not get inside, was enough to make his seed explode. His boy cum flooded out suddenly, surprising both as it trickled down her crack-but it was just the natural lubrication that he needed.
"OHHHHHHHHH! JEEZ, LIZ-I GOTTA DO IT! I GOTTA! OPEN UP, DAMMIT! LET ME FUCK YOU!"
He slammed his ass forward, against her-and his cock slid almost an inch inside her cunt. Jimmy gasped, and held himself there, momentarily triumphant.
"JEEZ! YOU CAN DO IT-I'M IN! COME ON, OPEN UP! LET ME IN THE REST OF THE WAY!"
His belly heaved as he dragged air into his lungs, and threw himself forward again, gaining. One more shove, and his cock was halfway home.
"OHHHHHH! OH, LES! PLEASE!"
He panted. "Does that hurt?"
She closed her eyes as the warm feeling suffused her lower body. When she opened them, she shook her head.
"No!"
"Okay, get ready then-I'm gonna slam it in the rest of the way!"
But he was against the barrier; his cock could go no further, no matter how hard he tried to penetrate. His cock was juicy now, and Les knew that he was close to cumming.
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know-something's stopping me."
"Oh!" Liz remembered Janet's problem with Darryl. "You're caught on my cherry-you have it break it!"
Les knew much less about sex than he pretended to himself, despite the lessons of the past two weeks-lessons taught him carefully by his mother.
He was shivering in anticipation as he drew back again, his cockhead just barely within her passage. His ass wavered a bit as he gathered strength-and then he slammed home with all of his power.
"OH, GOD! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"
Liz was crying now, tears coursing from her eyes and her chest heaving-but Les was in her all the way, his cock buried to the hilt.
"It's okay!" he said, trying to soothe her. "It's all right now!"
"GET OFF! GET OFF ME!"
She tried to push him away, her cunt trying to reject his cock, pushing at it with the strength of her muscles-and suddenly a thrill surged straight back toward her gut, making her shiver in delight.
"OH! OHHHHHHHHH! WHAT IS IT? IT FEELS SO GOOD!"
Les worked his cock in her again, her pressure squeezing him in a tight embrace. It was delicious, far more wonderful than any feeling he had ever been able to give himself. He began to fuck against her, ass pulling back no more than an inch, then surging down once more, the movement making Liz gasp.
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHH! GOD, LES! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"I'M FUCKING YOU!" cried the boy. "YOU'VE GOT MY COCK NOW-TAKE IT, LIZ! TAKE ME IN! TAKE ALL OF ME! I'M FUCKING YOU!"
The hurt was gone completely, forgotten in the wonderful warm feeling that came from his cock as he worked it deep into her gut. So this was fucking-this was wonderful! Heaven couldn't be better than the sensation coursing through her as her twin brother fucked into her, make her feel him completely.
"AHHHHHH, DO IT! DO IT, LES! YES, I WANT YOU! I WANT YOU IN ME! FUCK ME, PLEASE! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
He rammed her, his belly wet with sweat and soaking her in turn so that they slapped together with a loud noise each time that he bottomed out. He slowed his pace, set up a more gentle fucking, moving his cock in and out of his sister in even measures, his body sliding over hers, their bellies sliding together.
Liz moved with him, her hips working back against his down strokes, her hands sliding through the sweat on his back. His cock reached in to touch areas that she had not known existed, firing her to ecstasy.
"FUCK ME, LES! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
"OH, YEAH! YEAH, LIZ! I'M DOING IT! I'M FUCKING YOU! I'M FUCKING MY SISTER, MY BEAUTIFUL SISTER! TAKE IT-TAKE ALL OF IT! PULL ME IN! AGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
"OHHHHHHHHH, GOD!"
"JESUS, JESUS FUCK! FUCK!"
"DO IT TO ME!"
"SCREW! FUCK! DAMN! FUCK!"
"I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
He fucked into her for a long time, not needing quick release after the first spilling that made the fucking possible. Les's eyes were bright with happiness and joy as he drove his cock into his twin's cunt, his instrument seeming to grow larger with every stroke that he made, as the blood rushed from his whole body to fill it to bursting. His balls drew tight, his blood singing as he rode toward the crest of the fuck.
"OHHHHHHHHH! OH, LES-SOMETHING'S HAPPENING TO ME! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?"
Liz gasped as something wonderful opened up within her belly. She closed her eyes and could see it, a marvelous silver flower that sent flooding pleasure into every nerve ending of her body as the petals spread. This was new, something she had never imagined, a feeling she could not describe even to herself.
"OH! OHHHHHHHHH, LES!"
Her cunt seemed to expand around his cock, her body throwing her juices against him in the first true cumming that she had ever known. They spilled out, coating Les's cock-and that was the signal his balls had been waiting for. He jerked into her, his white seed darting forward, sixteen silver bullets attacking her in four separate machine gun blasts as his cum ran out of his body, mixed with hers, spilled out against their bellies and their legs.
"OH, GOD HELP ME! HELP ME, LES! HELP ME-DO IT TO ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
The two childhood spendings mixed together to make a special liquor that was fragrant with all of the spices of love, all of the flavor of youth. This was the first time for them, for brother and sister-yet in this moment each knew that this was something special, that they would never know anything greater, or better. This was perfect, the moment they would always try to achieve again ...
Liz cried, Les gasped, rising together until they were high over the island, oblivious to everything around them. They pumped together, worked together, the boy's cock sliding in and out of his sister's cunt in a motion of love that neither wanted to stop, both wanted to keep going forever and ever.
"OHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST!"
There was a limit to everything; he gave a final gasp, the fucking stopped in mid-stroke, his balls aching with tension now that there was no more seed to spew forth until he had a chance to rest.
"OHHHHHHHHH, DEAR GOD!"
Liz shivered as Les's weight collapsed across her. Her hands fell from her brother's back to rest against the grass a moment. Then she reached up to him once more.
"Les?"
The boy sighed his pleasure, his asshole twitching once.
"Huh?"
"Is it always like this?"
"I don't know-I guess maybe. Did you like it?"
"I never felt anything like it in my life! But-you're hurting me! Get off, please!"
He opened his eyes, pulled back, his cock slipping wetly from her cunt to drop against his balls. He rolled from her, cock glistening as he stood to brush off his knees. Liz stared up at the instrument that had just made her feel so wonderful.
"I wish I slept with you, rather than Janet."
"Me too."
Grinning, he helped her stand, and together they dusted the leaf mould from her clothes, then dressed. But Liz could not keep her eyes from his crotch, and before he could pull his shorts up she bent out to capture his cock in her fingers, and then bent to kiss it.
"Hey!" He beamed with joy. "Didn't you have enough?"
Liz touched her pussy, rubbing the mound that seemed to ache. But it was a good ache, and neither of them saw the few drops of blood scattered by the rupture of her cherry. She sighed again.
"I wish we didn't have to go back to the others-I'd like to stay here with you forever."
"I knew you'd like fucking! Don't worry-we'll have plenty of chances to do it again."
They found the way back to the path, came on the other pair swinging hand in hand. There were smiles on all four faces, and none of them had to ask what the others had been doing.
"I'm starved!" said Jimmy.
Their mother was taking the sun when they returned to the picnic area, but she heard their approach, sat up.
"Well! You look like the cats that ate the pet shop full of canaries!"
The boys grinned, the girls giggled, but would say no more. Trish began to lay out the picnic, for it was already noon-and she found herself as hungry as the kids. She had Jimmy build a fire, and soon the five of them went through the available food like a plague of locusts through a newly-ripened field of wheat.
"I feel good!" said Liz, stretching out beside her sister after they finished eating. Janet read the look on her face, and made a warning frown; but if their mother noticed, she said nothing. The boys stretched out as well, and soon all four of them were sleeping soundly, fucked out.
When the woke, it was time to leave, for Trish had promised them a visit to a riding stable farther up the coast. The kids were yawning when they set out, but they managed to find new energy after the fashion of all children, and spent an enthusiastic afternoon running her ragged.
But they exhausted themselves at last, and it was after six when they returned to the big house in the village.
"I'm not about to fix supper," said their mother. "How about MacDonald's?"
"Let's take Papa, too," said Janet, and the other three agreed that the idea was worthwhile. Trish was wary of meeting her husband-particularly right now-but there was no graceful way out.
Dan was waiting for them to get home. He came out to the car to greet them.
"Welcome home. Enjoy yourselves?"
"It was neat!" said Jimmy. "A great day!"
"How about you, Trish?"
"I always enjoy the kids, Dan. And they say you have to take us to supper."
"That's fine with me. Where shall we go?"
An hour later he sipped the last of his coffee, staring at Trish over the cup as the waitress cleared away the remains of seafood. She knew that something burning was on his mind-but he wasn't going to speak in front of the kids. Maybe she could get away without having to hear it.
But Les remembered that he wanted something from his room and Jimmy pounded after him as Dan put the ignition key in Trish's hand. They were alone-dangerously alone.
"I've missed you, Trish."
"We miss you too," she said.
"God! You don't know what I've been going through!"
"It hasn't been easy for me, either, Dan."
"Then you admit that this separation is a mistake?"
"You know I love you-I've always loved you."
"Dammit, then why do we fight so much?"
"I guess because that's the way we are." She smiled, touched his arm. "God, Dan! You don't know how much I've wanted you! Bed is a lonely place without you!"
"Trish." He looked away. "I have a terrible confession to make-I know you'll hate me. But I have to tell you. I've done a terrible thing, a terrible sin."
"You ... had sex with Janet."
He was shocked. "How did you know? Jesus, Trish, I couldn't help it! I needed you so badly I got drunk, I couldn't stand it any longer. I know how wrong it was, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. Can you ever forgive me?"
She managed a smile. "I forgive you, honey. Don't you see-this is why we need each other so much! I'm only human, too-and I've had temptation before me, too. If you sinned, then so have I."
He stared. "With ... the boys?"
"With both of them. And we loved it, all three of us-just as I'm sure Janet loved it with you. So there's nothing to forgive."
"I had Liz, too-I didn't screw her, just ... played with her. Jesus, Trish? Let's call it off, this whole separation nonsense. Let's all go to the beachhouse-together!"
"Oh, yes, Dan! Yes!"
She reached out to him, moved into his arms, her hands fumbling against his body. They kissed, and when they parted, Trish looked down to see his cock stirring.
"Oh, Dan! It's what I want more than anything!"
CHAPTER TEN
All four of the children were overjoyed with the news that the separation was over. Janet and Liz rushed to throw enough things to hold them for a day or so into a suitcase, while Dan was a bit more careful. But they were all hurrying, and soon enough all were back in the car.
Jimmy and Les whooped down the path to the beach house, Janet and Liz only a few paces behind. Dan and Trish came last, enjoying the wild happiness of the kids-happy to be together after the separation of the last two weeks. Now they were coming home.
The kids were out of sight when he stopped, turned to his wife, took her into his arms. Their lips met, almost shy in contact-and then the lust broke through, and his kiss became filled with fury, his hands touching her body in every secret place, his cock rising hard to shove against her belly.
"God, honey! I can't wait to fuck you!"
Trish laughed, brushing his chin with her finger, her other hand pressing tight against the small of his back. This was the way it was supposed to be, the two of them standing as one.
"You'll have to wait a bit-the kids are much too excited, and it's too early to send them to bed."
"Bed, hell-bury them in the sand! My cock wants you, and it isn't going to wait!"
But the problem was solved for them, the girls waiting impatiently for them to arrive at the house, "Jimmy and Les have gone down to the beach," said Janet. "We're going, too-tide's just going out. We'll come back before dark."
Permission was quickly given, and they were gone-leaving the adults alone.
"Now, woman!" His hands clutched her sides. "No more excuses! You woman, me man-man wants to fuck woman! Woman get naked!"
Trish was as anxious as her husband, fingers trembling as they tugged at her blouse even before they reached the stairs to the bedroom wing. They were half-naked before reaching the door-and then had to pause to make the bed, for she had forgotten to do it this morning. But it took only a minute with Dan's help, he stepping out of his trousers and then his shorts as she shook out the sheet. They did not bother with anything more, for it was a warm night-and the heat of their own bodies would be warmth enough for what they were planning.
"GOD, TRISH! I NEED YOU SO!"
The stared at each other's nakedness, Dan's finger moving to touch her tit as though he were seeing her for the first time. He hefted each tit, his cock standing stiff and strong from the heavy nest of brown pubic curls. Trish reached down to fondle him, and found his balls hot to her touch. She cupped them, and then let her fingers trail up the length of his cock, to his belly and his nipples.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, DAN! PLEASE-I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER! I NEED YOU-FUCK ME!
They kissed again, his tongue probing her mouth, and then he was pushing her against the bed until she fell backward. Her arms caught at him, pulled him down with her, their lips never separating. As the bed bounced beneath their weight he was already moving into position, his cock at the entrance to her cunt.
"OH, JESUS! JESUS FUCK! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK ME, DAN! OHHHHHHHHH, GOD!"
He took her like that the first time, Trish's legs planted against the floor, her ass barely on the edge of the bed. His cock filled her at the very first stroke, twisting as he rode into her, moving his ass in a rotation that rubbed the head of his cock completely around the walls of her cunt. For fifteen years he had been learning the ways of satisfying his wife, and now he was bringing them all into force.
"YEAH, TRISH! GODDAMN IT, YEAH! TAKE ME, FEEL ME! THAT'S MY COCK FUCKING YOU! YOU NEED IT, YOU HAVE IT! FEEL ME-WORK YOUR CUNT AGAINST ME! I WANT TO FEEL YOU WORKING ON ME! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!"
He plunged wildly, throwing everything that he had into her, his ass slamming, shoving his cock deep into her cunt-a dozen quick strokes, and he was pouring the first load, shooting it into her womb, coating her insides.
"DONT STOP! FUCK ME, DAN! FUCK ME! KEEP TT IN ME, MAKE ME FEEL IT! DO IT TO ME! I WANT IT-I WANT YOUR COCK! I WANT YOU TO FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
But he slowed enough to move her farther onto the bed, into a more secure position, never taking his cock from her depths even as they slid across the sheet, And then he began to ride her again, almost as fiercely as before, his ass raising high, then shoving down against her until it seemed that his cock was splitting her in half, tearing her to pieces.
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
She was returning thrust for thrust, hips rising to meet Dan as he fell, her feet planted flat against the bed for extra security. Dan felt her tits crush beneath his chest, but he was touching her, playing with her, working his fingers against the dough of Irish's flesh, kneading the pleasure-pains that heightened the sensation of the marvelous fucking ride.
Trish heaved beneath him, gasped, her nails tearing at his back, his arms. Her cunt worked spasmodically against his cock, squeezing it until it seemed that the head must pop, Dan's eyes closed, opened, could not see in either way. He was fighting to continue-and now the measure of sensation was building again, the tickle in his balls that meant another load would spill. He increased the pace of fucking until they slammed off the bed each time that he started to pull out, rocked as they came down again.
"OH, GOD! I'M GUMMING, TRISH! I'M GUMMING! FUCK ME, MAKE ME FEEL YOU! JESUSSSSSSSSS! I'M ON FIRE, I'M BURNING! I'M CUMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!"
She heaved against him, felt her own sensation deep in her gut, rose up to meet him.
She slammed against her husband, spilling out all that was in her reservoirs, the two seeds spilling forth together as they rocked and slid across the bed.
"OH, GOD!" she cried.
"OH, JESUS!"
"OHHHHHHHHH!"
"YEAHHHHHHHHH!"
"FUCK ME! I LOVE YOU, DAN! FUCK MEEEEE!"
"AGGHHHHHHHHH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YOU!"
They finished together, the violence easing, the strokes ceasing as he fell heavily against his wife. Dan felt his cock plugging his wife, and it was one of the most wonderful sensations he had ever known.
"OHHHHHHHHH!"
She touched his back, rubbing him gently, Dan twitching and his ass working in tiny motions against her cunt. But he was finished for now-twice was too much. He was completely drained of strength. At last he shivered, and pulled out, rolling onto his back. His eyes closed, but his hand dropped down to touch Trish's.
"Dan? We must have been crazy to think we could ever live without each other."
Idea forgotten."
"I suppose well still fight."
"Probably."
"You'll make me mad enough to throw things."
"Choose cheap things."
"I love you."
"I love you."
They lay quietly a moment-and then heard from downstairs the clatter of the kids running up onto the porch. Trish squeezed her husband's hand.
"Dan?"
"What now?"
"Let's have the kids sleep with us tonight!"
"Huh?" He stared at her.
"You've slept with the girls and I've slept with the boys-and we've certainly slept together. For that matter, I'm sure the boys have been experimenting with the girls, so if we're all going to do it anyway, why not all do it together?"
Dan laughed, but she was serious. And after a moment's thought he could find no flaw in her logic. Why not? They had done it in pairs and in triples, so it made sense for all six to join together in one great orgy.
"You're just cock hungry."
"Yeah!" She grabbed his meat in her hand, squeezing.
"Okay, I give in! Invite the kids-invite the whole damn beach if you want to. The more the merrier."
"Let's just keep it in the family," she said. "Let the outside world take care of itself."
Trish slipped off the bed, leaving Dan in the exact center, his cock drooping although it was still partly hard. He reached down to touch himself, wincing at the pain-and steed himself for what was coming. It was damn sure that his cock was going to get the workout of his life tonight!
He watched Trish go to the door to call the kids, standing there naked. It took several tries to cut through the noise they were making, and then Jimmy answered from the living room.
"Come up here, all of you!"
She was back in bed beside Dan before Les and Liz arrived, the younger pair of twins skidding to a halt when they saw that their parents were naked. Janet and Jimmy were right behind them, and just as surprised. They stood in the doorway,' uncertain of what to do.
"This was your idea, Einstein," said Dan.
His wife grinned. "How would you all like to sleep with Papa and me tonight?"
The twins looked first at each other, then at the other pair, amazement quickly fading to eagerness. Jimmy saw that the others wanted the same, and answered for all of them, herding the younger pair into the room.
"Sure!"
"Well, hop up here, then! Come on!"
"Do we have to undress?" asked Les.
"You see us wearing clothes?" asked his mother.
The boys quickly took the lead, although the girls hesitated a moment longer-even though they had been naked before their father for the past week. But the boys had only their shorts to shuck, and once they stood naked before their sisters, their cocks already hard, Janet and Liz stripped, too. The younger girl seemed entranced at the sight of Jimmy's cock, growing now until it was standing almost straight against his belly.
Dan was impressed as well; he looked at his wife, one eyebrow raised. She smiled, patting his hand.
"Our kids are growing up, Dan."
"Yeah-but that much?"
The children came to the bed, Jimmy and Janet getting up beside their father, Les and Liz beside their mother. For a moment they were nervous, and then Trish reached out to take Les and Liz into her arms, kissing them full on their mouths.
Jimmy grinned, but Dan was already reaching for him, gathering Janet as well to crush them against his chest. He kissed them, no less awkward at planting his lips against the boy's. His tongue probed briefly against his son's teeth before he released him.
All three of the male members of the family were showing their hard cocks, Les gazing admiringly at his father-he had never seen Dan in that condition. He looked at his own cock, wondered if next year at this time he would be as big as Jimmy. He certainly hoped so.
The girls were admiring the boys as well, and Janet dropped her head into Dan's crotch, fondling his balls as she touched his cock.
"AHHHHHH, JESUS! THAT'S IT HONEY-SUCK ME!"
Liz wanted the same pleasure, although she had to reach across both Les and her mother to touch her father. But Les's cock was poking against her belly, and his hand moved to her ass. She giggled under his touch.
"That's the back way in," said Dan, noticing. "Have you fellows tried that way yet?"
All four children shook their head. "Uh uh!" said Les and both girls together.
"How about it, honey?" He looked at his wife. "Lesson time?"
Trish smiled. "It's fun, kids, really!"
"Jimmy," said his father, "you should find the Vaseline in the nightstand. This is something you shouldn't try without plenty of lubrication."
Jimmy found the well-depleted, small bottle, and watched as his father demonstrated the proper way to anoint a cock and an asshole. Trish raised her hips for him, until her knees were touching her tits.
"This is the hard way!" said Dan. "You kids do it easy the first time-you girls lie on your bellies."
Jimmy was smearing himself and then Janet, handing the bottle to Les. Soon all six of them were ready for the lesson to continue. Dan positioned himself over his wife, moving forward until the head of his cock probed against her ass. It was thick with grease, for he wanted the kids to be careful until they learned the limits that the girls could stand. He pressed against Trish until the children saw the pucker suddenly spread-and as he felt it opening before him, Dan shoved, until the head of his cock popped through the ring.
"AHHHHHHHHH! OH, DO IT, HONEY! FUCK ME, DAN! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
He waited a moment as Liz wet her lips. "Gosh, doesn't that hurt?"
Trish laughed. "It will the first time-but the pain doesn't last very long, and-the good feeling that follows is worth every bit of it!"
Dan slid his cock slowly into his wife's ass, applying pressure, the kids watching it disappear. Soon enough he was almost completely buried, Trish gasping as he came in. He paused again-then shoved the rest of the way, until the hair around his cock was plastered back against his groin.
"OHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! JESUS! DO IT, DAN! DO IT! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
"AHHHHHH, CHRIST! YEAH, HONEY! YEAHHHHHHH!"
He began to stroke, the kids watching in fascination as his grease-slick cock appeared, riding out almost all of the way, then slid back in easily. The boys were anxious to begin as well, although the girls still hesitated. At last Jimmy tugged at Janet, pulling her to him, making her lie down and turn over. Liz wanted to watch them, but Les was tugging in turn, and she surrendered.
"OH, CHRIST! OH, FUCK ME, DAN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
"AHHHHHHHHH, YES! YES! YES! I'M DOING IT, TRISH! I'M DOING IT TO YOU! FEEL MY COCK-FEEL MY BALLS! OH, CHRIST, I'M HOT! I'M BURNING UP! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
The boys watched their father closely as he rose and fell over their mother's ass. They were positioning themselves against the girls, lowering their weight gently, each boy instinctively balancing himself on his hands.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Liz yelped as Les found the entrance first, his slender shaft quickly moving through her defenses, bottoming out on the very first stroke. She was gasping for breath, eyes staring wide at her mother.
"Did that hurt?" asked Les.
"No ... not really! It feels strange-greasy!" She giggled. "Very greasy!"
The boy felt himself moving within her shaftway, sliding easily on the coating of Vaseline. He seated himself slightly better, and made the first drive of the fucking.
"OHHHHHH, LES! LES!"
On the other side of the fucking adults, the older twins were having more trouble-Janet's ass wasn't high enough at first, and his cock was too big to slip in as easily as Les's. Janet gasped as he maneuvered against her, jerking around until he found the right angle of entrance. But he was there at last-and his glans popped through the ring.
"OHHHHHH, JIMMY! OHHHHHH!"
Once in, the way down into her was easy on the grease, and he was quickly buried. Janet gasped, and cried out in sudden pain.
"IT HURTS! OH, DONT-IT HURTS!"
Trish opened her eyes, reached over to take Janet's hand, squeezing it.
"It's only for a minute, honey. Hold on."
Tears stung her eyes, but she did as Trish said, letting Jimmy move over her until he was settled to his own satisfaction. There was an inch of his cock still out, and he drew back until the ring caught the rim of his glans-and slammed home all of the way, burying himself completely in his sister's asshole. Janet cried out, and then her pain eased as he found the rhythm. After a minute she sighed deeply.
"OHHHHHHHHH! IT DOES FEEL GOOD! DO IT TO ME, JIMMY-FUCK ME!"
"OHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!" cried Liz. "FUCK ME, LES! DO IT-FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
"AHHHHHH, DAN! DO IT, HONEY! DO ME! MAKE ME FEEL YOUR WONDERFUL COCK!"
They were all fucking together, the whole family, the boys moving in and out of their sisters, their asses rising and falling as though one, and between them, their father rising highest of all over his wife, slamming the most meat of all into his target.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" cried Janet.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" yelled Liz.
"JESUS!" said their mother. "JESUSSSSSSSSSS! FUCK ME, DAN-FUCK US, BOYS! FUCK ALL OF US! WE WANT YOUR COCKS! WE WANT TO FEEL YOU IN US! DRIVE US, SHOVE IT DOWN-FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Dan growled: "YAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! JESUS! FUCK! FUCK DAMN! TAKE ME, HONEY! TAKE MEEEEEE!"
Les gasped. "OHHHHHHHHH! IT FEELS SO GOOD! MY BALLS FEEL SO WONDERFUL! I'M FUCKING MY SISTER! I'M FUCKING MY SISTER!"
Jimmy sighed. "AHHHHHHHHH, THIS IS GREAT! THIS IS WONDERFUL! THIS IS HEAVEN! FUCK US, PAPA! FUCK US, MAMA! SHOW US HOW TO FUCK! SHOW US!"
"OH, GOD!" cried their father. "I'M GONNA CUM!"
"YEAH!" said Jimmy. "I'M GUMMING, JANET!"
"I'M GUMMING!" cried Les. I'M GUMMING!"
"I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!"
"CUMMINNNNMWNNNGGGGGGGGG!"
"CUMMINNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!"
The three sets of balls churned together, the sacs slapping heavily against the asses they were fucking, the girls trying to hold to the bed as they were fucked by their brothers. Trish swallowed, feeling herself transported-seeing herself servicing Dan with the aid of the girls, she on his cock, and one of them on each ball. It was something they could do for the boys as well, each in turn-sharing their love, sharing their spendings. She almost couldn't wait for this fucking to end so she could try it!
Dan was conscious of the presence of his sons near him as he rode toward climax, their warmth physically present. They were great kids-they would always want to share their love with the rest of the family members. Perhaps he could play with them-even suck their cocks. After all, if the girls could suck him, he could repay the same favor to his sons. Although Trish and the girls had already been into that, he was sure. But it was a thought to treasure-he would suck every one of his children before his wife, and end up by sucking Trish. It wasn't suck a bad idea-at least it would give him a chance to rest his own cock!
The three cocks worked together, pumping heavily, the seed boiling forth, the cum spilling out of the balls at the same instant to cascade into the asses of the three females. Trish was panting in happy anticipation of the joys yet to be experienced this evening as Dan filled her-the girls were still filled with wonder as their brothers poured forth, shot into them.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" All six voices spoke at once. "OHHHHHHHHH!"
The cocks came, spilled, completing the natural course of instruction begun by the parents. This fucking was through-but the night was just beginning. There was much that Dan and Trish could still teach their loving children.
