John Travis cursed silently as the lush, naked body of his older sister moved out of view. He knew Janna was fishing in her closet for a nightie and would be back by the bed again in a minute, but the delay was murder right now. He tightened his grasp on his swollen cock and waited, his eyes still peeled to the crack in the door.
Janna drifted back to the bed, humming a popular tune and carrying a sheer black nightgown. Her large breasts jiggled as she sat down on the edge of the mattress and lit a cigarette. She glanced at the gown in her hand, made a face, then tossed the filmy garment to the rug. Sighing, she stubbed out the barely lit cigarette and reclined full length on the bed. A cool breeze from the slightly ajar door passed over her nipples. She reached down and touched one, then the other.
It had been a miserable day. Scores of good-looking men had passed through the office where Janna worked, but again she had no date tonight. Jane, Rita, other prettier girls got all the dates.... Janna smiled. If only they could see her now, stretched out naked on the bed. They'd know then who was prettiest. From the neck down, anyway....
John wasn't thinking in terms of pretty or prettiest right then. All he knew, as he tugged on his large cock, was that his oldest sister had the biggest, sexiest tits he'd ever seen, even better than the ones in the books he had hidden in his room. He thought of sucking on one of those plump little nipples. Immediately, his prick stiffened even more. John loosened his grip on himself, afraid he'd come at once and wanting to make this last as long as possible.
This was only the third time he'd had the chance to do this, beat off as he watched Janna strip, and he wanted to stretch it out if he could. The first time he had come as soon as Janna had dropped her panties. The sight of her golden triangle, cradled between full pink thighs, had been too much for the sixteen-year-old. The second time had been a little better. He'd held off until Janna was completely naked. Then, watching his sister calmly apply a hot orange polish to her toenails, one foot on a chair, her thighs parted, her little slit vividly exposed, John had shot all over himself. This time he meant to pace himself.
Janna stiffened slightly on the bed, her hand midway between her tits and her cunt. There it was again, a sound from the hallway. This time she was sure of it. She stifled a smile, suspecting it was John, the nosiest of her brothers. He was spying on her again! Janna felt no real closeness to her younger brother, but she had been noticing him lately, since that time she thought she had heard a muted groan just outside her door, the time she was polishing her toenails before going to bed. She had heard the sound, waited, and minutes later had peeked out her door to see John slipping into his own room from the darkened hallway.
It was then that she realized her little brother was growing up.... His muscular body was the body of a man, not a boy. He was built like their father but had been fortunate enough to inherit their mother's good looks. Well, if the kid wanted to see something, Janna would give him something to see. Deliberately she dropped her hand to her cunt and spread the little lips.
From where John kneeled, he had a perfect view of his sister's opening cunt. He tightened his grasp on his tool and waited to see what would come next.
Janna dipped a finger into her pussy and lifted her legs. The thought of her brother peeping on her, probably playing with himself as he watched, excited her. She was hot, anyway, long overdue for a good fucking. Her plain face tensed as she plunged her finger deeper into her hole. She didn't want a finger up there, certainly not her own. She needed something larger, something to soothe the powerful itch in her pussy. She wondered how John was hung....
The boy gripped the wall with one hand, steadying himself as he watched. He didn't dare blink, didn't dare miss a moment of this unexpected treat. The lovely flesh of his sister's perfect body was the most thrilling thing he'd ever seen. Even when he had made out with his girl friends, it was Janna's body he had been thinking of. His excitement was so great that he wasn't aware that his sister had left the bed and run to the door until the brilliant light from her bedroom was flooding over his body.
"So! Spying on me!" she hissed, her hand still on the doorknob. "You little. . . . "
John stared at the naked girl mutely, his hand still frozen on his cock. But before he could say anything his sister grabbed his hand and yanked him into the room, closing the door all but a crack.
"Shhh! Dad!" Janna reached out and flicked off the light.
Then John heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs. Through the crack in the door they were able to see their father, swaying slightly, his business suit wrinkled after a long day at the office and a longer evening at some bar. He was cursing slightly as he made his way to the room he shared with his wife.
"He's inside. It's okay now," Janna whispered, softly closing the door all the way.
John heard the click of the lock and looked in the direction of his sister's white body, a ghostly shadow in the darkness of the room.
Janna fumbled with a soft bedside light, then turned to her brother.
In the dim lighting Janna seemed amused, not angry. John couldn't keep his eyes from her naked body, so close to him. Then he became aware of his cock, still semi-erect, still hanging out of his pants. Flushing, he started to tuck it back into his fly. But his sister's hand stopped him.
"You've been looking at me. Why can't I look at you?" She smiled and reached for his prick. "You're not a little boy anymore, Johnny." She squeezed the rapidly hardening flesh gently. "In fact, you're a bigger boy than I thought." Squeezing her brother's cock like this was like tossing fuel onto the raging bonfire already burning out of control in her cunt. Sighing, the girl quickly got to her knees and kissed the tip of his prick. "Very big," she sighed, opening her mouth. Her lips closed over the head of his cock while her tongue began to roll over the shaft.
John groaned and clutched his sister's head. "Stop! What are you doing.... "
But Janna seemed not to hear. She sucked more of the boy's cock into her mouth, moaning softly as the fullness of him slipped down her throat.
Feeling the last inch of his dick covered by heat and wetness, John groaned, his knees buckling with the sheer ecstasy of it. He fell to the rug, aware that the wonderful mouth was still on him, sucking him. He was on his back now, the rug rough under him, his sister on her hands and knees over him, wildly sucking on his cock as if starving for his hot young juices.
"Janna!" he moaned, twisting his fingers in her short curly hair. All reservations about Janna being his sister were completely forgotten now. All that mattered was that he was exploding into her mouth.
"Damn it!" Janna pulled away, choking on his unexpected ejaculation. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared at the boy. "What's the hurry? Damn it, Johnny." The fire in her cunt was an inferno now. Lowering herself to the rug, she pulled her brother on top of her. "Ever fuck a girl, Johnny? I was fucking at your age."
John pulled away slightly, immediately irritated at Janna's reference to the difference in their ages. She was less than two years older than he. Big deal. "Sure, I've fucked chicks before," he lied, remembering all the times he'd almost gotten laid.
She giggled, reaching down for his cock. "Not with it like that, you haven't." She lightly pinched his shrunken prick.
Blushing, John twisted his hips away from her. Her big tits were grinding into his lightly haired chest. Embarrassment vied with desire, but now that the boy had shot his load, embarrassment was winning. "We...we shouldn't be doing this, Janna," he whispered, not quite meeting her eyes. "It's wrong."
Janna would have been amused if it wasn't for the throbbing heat between her thighs. "What's so wrong about it, Johnny? Lots of brothers and sisters play with each other like this." Gently she began to rotate her pelvis against his soft cock. "Buddy and Barbra Jennings do it all the time with each other. So do Hank Phillips and his two sisters."
"You're lying!" John had known the Phillips teenagers for over a year, and the Jennings twins all of his life, practically. "You're just saying that!"
"Can't you get it hard again?" Janna lowered her hand to his balls. "I really want you to fuck me, little brother." Her hand froze on his balls as they heard a distant door open and footsteps going down the hall. "Dad's going to the head," she whispered. "Shhh!"
John felt a film of perspiration grease his forehead as he remained motionless over the naked body of his sister until the footsteps returned down the hall and the door to the master bedroom was again shut.
"Wow!" John got off his sister and sat down on her bed, his knees still shaking.
Sighing, Janna got up and sat beside him on the bed. She reached for a cigarette and lit it. "You sure do scare easy, kid."
John glared at her. Then, defiantly, he reached over and helped himself to one of her cigarettes.
"Well, at least you smoke like a man," Janna teased.
"That's not all I do. You just...well...you surprised me, that's all." He sneaked a look at her. "Did you mean it? About Hank and Buddy? Doing it with their sisters, I mean?"
She laughed. "If you only knew!"
"Tell me about it, Janna. Come on, tell me. I won't tell anyone. I swear I won't!" He felt a twinge in his drained balls at the thought of his friends fucking their own sisters.
She looked at him slyly. "It'll cost you something if you really want to know. . . . "
John gulped nervously at his cigarette. "You know I don't have any bread, Janna."
She giggled. "I'm not talking about money, stupid. Listen, if you want to know, then beat me off, at least."
"Huh?" He choked on the smoke and hastily stubbed out the cigarette.
"Don't you even know what that means, dummy?" She put out her own cigarette, then took his hand. "Rub my pussy, Johnny. Play with it until I come. I'm still hot. I can't go to sleep like this."
He let her put his hand between her parted thighs. A shock passed through his muscular frame as he touched her cunt.
"Now shove your finger in and out of my hole, Johnny, Go ahead." She threw back her head and closed her eyes. "That feels good. Better than when I do it to myself, anyway. Now shove your finger all the way in!"
John scarcely heard the words. His finger was digging into her hot little pit. He had played with other girls this way, but never had he felt anything like this. His sister's experienced cunt was clutching at his finger, nibbling on it like a toothless wet mouth. John's prick began to stir in his lap.
"Shove it in and out of me, Johnny. Fuck me good with that finger of yours. Ooh!" The girl began to swing her hips back and forth on the hand, riding her brother's finger as if it were a big cock. "That feels so good...almost like a prick...."
He was sweating now, twisting his body around so that he could ream her hole better. A hot, spicy odor was rich in his nostrils, the scent of a young woman on the verge of orgasm. John's cock was now a rigid bar of steel. He wanted to shove it up the slit he was plowing with his finger, but he didn't want to disturb her now. He satisfied himself somewhat by pressing his rod against her leg.
She felt it immediately. "It's hard again!" She stilled her body, shuddered, then groaned. "No. I can't wait. Keep moving your finger. I have to come this way first!"
Almost before the words were out of her mouth John could feel his sister begin to convulse around his finger. He dug even deeper into her and held still while the tremors and her soft signs gradually subsided. His cock was throbbing now against her flexing leg.
Janna sighed deeply, then grinned up at her brother. "That thing still ready? Let me see it."
John kneeled on the bed. His cock arched up toward the girl. Janna leaned forward and licked a pearly drop from its tip. Her brother shivered with delight.
"Now, kid, you're going to learn what it's like to fuck a girl. And about time, too." She relaxed against the pillows and spread her legs. "Just get between my legs, Johnny. Press your big cock against my crack. That's it...ahh...like that, yes. . . . " She lifted her hips, reached downwards with her hand, then guided the boy's rigid prick into her juicing slit. "Ooh...that's it...that's it.. . yes...ooh.... "
John felt himself slipping effortlessly into a hot, sucking vise. His cock was surrounded on all sides by an inferno of pulsating flesh. He sank further into this pit of incredible pleasure, willing each last bit of his throbbing cock into her, pausing only when the dark hairs of his groin were tangled with the gold of her pussy fuzz.
"Now pull it out a little.... " Janna pushed gently at her brother's hips. "That's it...ooh...so good.... "
Being even a little bit out of his sister's cunt was agony. With a desperate lunge he plunged back into her, only to be urged back out again. Time after time he rammed himself into her hole, finally catching onto the rhythm the girl loved. Nothing he'd ever known was like this. Even before the explosion started in his aching balls John was already dreading the end of this wonderful experience. In spite of that he couldn't keep himself from plowing her even more desperately, racing his hips in an effort to soothe the terrible pain in his loins.
"Yes! Yes!" Janna was twisting her head from side to side, groaning as orgasm after orgasm tore through her limbs. "Oh, yes, Johnny! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder! Harder! Harder!"
John bit back a scream as he felt his come shoot out of his balls and flood her womb. He lunged like a demented puppet until the last drop of his sperm was embedded deeply up her hole. Then he let all his weight fall on his sister. "Wow.... "
Janna hugged the boy to her. "Yeah. Wow." She smiled happily, then urged him off her. "Don't crush me, Johnny. You might be needing this bod again some time, you know."
The boy stared up at his sister, a sheepish grin fading as the miracle of his first fuck began to sink in. Her face, never pretty, suddenly seemed beautiful to him. A great tenderness filled John as he looked at her. There was no longer a sense of guilt, shame or embarrassment; the name he had for this new feeling was too ennobling. "I...I love you, Janna. I don't care if you are my sister. I love you."
Janna managed to repress a giggle. His handsome face was very serious in the dim light. "Of course you love me, but not in the way you think you do. I am your sister, baby. Don't ever put yourself on about sex, Johnny. What you love is fucking me, and that's groovy. I loved it, too. And we'll do a lot more of it, if you want. But don't try to call it love. Now, don't you want your reward?"
"Reward?"
"Sure! Don't you want to know about the Jennings and the Phillips?" Janna reached down, groped on the rug until her fingers touched her nightie, then picked it up.
"Oh! Yeah, sure! Were you only putting me on about them?"
"I wouldn't put you on, lover," Janna assured him, shrugging into the gown. "But listen, talking about it isn't enough. Tell you what, I'm spending the night at the Jennings' tomorrow. Tell the folks you want to spend the night with Buddy. They won't mind. Then you can see for yourself if I'm lying or not. I'll tell Barbra you're coming also tomorrow. Okay?"
John nodded. He felt suddenly as if he must be dreaming. So much was happening all at once.
"Now be a good boy and tiptoe to your own room, huh? It's real late. If Frank gets up to take a leak and finds you gone, it won't be good."
"Oh, yeah." Frank was the oldest and shared a room with John. Lennie, the youngest of the children, had her own room at the end of the hall. She was fourteen. "Wow! Frank! I forgot all about him." Nervously, John adjusted his clothing and got up.
Janna smiled. She wasn't at all afraid of Frank. They were only a year apart in age, and vivid memories of their childhood came back to the girl as she thought of her older brother. It had been years since they had played house, ever since the family had moved to this large house and Janna was given this room to herself. Still...she remembered...She watched John slip anxiously out of the room.
Kurt Travis mounted his beautiful wife and grasped the shaft of his cock. "Spread your legs a little more, Julie."
His wife stared up at him coldly. "I'm still half asleep, Kurt. Besides, I thought I heard one of the children walk down the hall."
Kurt stared down at the dark cleft between Julie's reluctantly parted thighs. He was having enough trouble concentrating without her obvious objections. "Bullshit. Spread your legs," he insisted through the fog of alcohol he'd consumed earlier.
"Besides, you know I can't stand it when you drink." Julie attempted to push her pink nightgown down over her exposed little pussy.
He shoved the gown up even higher, revealing his wife's flat belly, indented navel, the tapering ribs and her high, lovely, spiked breasts. "You can't stand it period, baby. Come on, open up. Daddy wants to come in you. Daddy has a big load he wants to shoot up that high-class cunt of yours."
Sighing, Julie allowed her thighs to fall open. Briefly she wondered how long it had been since spreading for her husband had meant anything. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. She couldn't put her finger on the problem, but they had been like zombies in bed together for at least the past year. Both were young; he barely forty, and she not quite thirty-seven. They were young for their ages in other ways, but old together, here, in this bed, where they shouldn't be old ever. Julie knew that Kurt, for all his blustering insistence, was about to take her only out of a sense of habit and because he hadn't come for the better part of a week now. What was wrong with them? She raised her hips slightly and pressed her naked tits against his hard chest. Maybe this time it would be good after all...maybe this time she would come back to life....
Kurt rubbed the head of his fat cock against his wife's slit, then fed it into her barely damp hole. He pulled back, moistened his finger with his spit, quickly lubricated Julie's slit, then shoved his cock up her cunt. The tightness of his wife's vagina was always a promise of ecstasy, but his movements in her were more mechanical than ecstatic. Even the veil of booze did little to dull Kurt's awareness that he'd just as soon be fucking his right hand as Julie's box.
It didn't make sense to the man-he loved his wife, loved his four teenaged children...the realization that in some intangible way his family was slipping away from each other was painful to him. He threw the thought out of his mind. He had to concentrate. Too many times lately he'd lost his erection while still buried in Julie's cunt, a cunt most men would be thrilled to plow. He'd worry about his family problems later. Now he needed to come. It had been too long. His balls were heavy with cream for her. Ducking his head, Kurt began to suck on one pointy little nipple while he shoved his cock in and out of his wife with firm, determined strokes.
Julie felt a moment of panic when she felt him begin to go soft in her after only a few minutes of pumping. Much as she didn't want him to begin tonight, she wanted him to enjoy himself once he'd begun. In addition to loving him, Julie was aware of all the hungry women in the world who would love a catch like Kurt, who was attractive in a very masculine way, a well-paid man rapidly moving up in his company.
In an effort to excite him, she reached down and lightly squeezed his balls. "Now I'm hot, Kurt...fuck me, honey. It feels so good . . . " she lied. Even as devoted to his family as he was, Julie suspected that many more of these failures and she might be minus a husband.
But Kurt pulled out of her. "A bit too much to drink, I guess . . . " he offered lamely.
Julie glanced down at his softening cock. She shaped her lips into a coy smile as her mind raced furiously. "See, darling, that's why I don't like you to drink. Would you like me to do...to do that other thing?" She let her tongue wet her lower lip.
He thought about letting her suck him. She didn't offer to do it very often. Usually she ate his cock only when he insisted. But somehow it didn't appeal to him at the moment. Yet the pressure in his balls was strong. He thought awhile. "We need a little variety, baby." He looked down at her. "Hey, go get the Vaseline, huh?"
"Why? I'm wet enough now, Kurt."
"Listen, Julie, I want to put it up your ass. Okay? Let me stick it up that pretty little butt of yours." He'd never done that to her. He'd never done it to anyone. But the idea was suddenly appealing.
Julie wasn't particularly shocked, but the idea didn't turn her on, either. Still, she was willing to try anything to keep her husband's attentions. "It'll hurt, won't it?" Her voice deliberately suggested hesitant excitement.
"Get the Vaseline. I'll go real slow at first." Kurt sat on the edge of the bed while his wife rummaged through the medicine cabinet. He felt a tentative thrill at the thought of sticking his cock up his wife's ass.
She returned with the jar and waited while her husband pulled off the thin gown.
"Get on the bed on your belly," he directed. "No, wait." He reached up, grabbed a pillow and put it under her cunt. That was better-her rounded little ass was raised and opened, the tiny dark hole a bull's-eye waiting for his fat prick. As he looked down at her, his cock began to stir with new life. "I'm getting hard just looking at it," he whispered, opening the jar.
She winced as his finger began greasing her tight asshole. But she kept still as he liberally applied the lubricant.
Kurt wiped his oiled finger on the bedsheet and continued staring down at her. He had rarely studied his wife from this angle, and suddenly she was like a stranger to him. Then her firm, curvy back became very familiar. His cock seemed to know who she reminded him of first. It stiffened and swelled quickly, even before Kurt realized that the body which seemed so excitingly familiar was a duplicate of the body of his youngest daughter, Lenore. The thought had a curious, pulse-quickening effect on the man. All traces of apathy were suddenly gone. He was frantic to bury himself into the spread flesh waiting for him. It would be all he could do to go slowly. The head of his dick leaped toward the entrance on this unexplored flesh mine. He began to push.
Julie felt only pressure at first, then a definite pain. But she bit her bottom lip and held still. Pain was better than failure. Still, a small moan escaped her lips as the weight of his cock intensified. "Ooh.... "
Kurt heard his wife's muffled moan, wondered briefly if she moaned with pain or pleasure, then ceased to care. He plunged into her with a short, swift jab, then withdrew a bit. It felt good, yet something had clicked off in Kurt's head at the miniature sound. The muted moan had sliced through some vague fantasy he'd been enjoying.;. . Intent on salvaging what he could of the wonderful sensations he'd been feeling, Kurt rammed his cock up his wife's asshole with one desperate lunge. He could feel the tender flesh clutching at him. Then he began to move in and out of her oiled hole like a piston, stabbing at her repeatedly.
Julie knew she couldn't take much more of this agony. If she couldn't get him to shoot off in her very soon she would have to put a stop to this. Even at the risk of sending him off after all the other woman she imagined were after him. It no longer mattered. Her asshole was a ring of fire. He wasn't giving her time to adjust to one pain before subjecting her to others. If only she could hurry his orgasm....Still biting the lip, Julie began to swing her hips in torturous little circles while gently bucking back and forth, using her bottom as she would her cunt. In seconds she knew she would be successful.
All at once Julie's clenched asshole began to work on his tool. Kurt groaned as he relaxed and let his wife control the movements. His orgasm, long overdue, began to seep from his swollen prick, then exploded in one sudden ejaculation, shooting hot cream up the tiny passageway. "Ah...ooh...yes!" He grasped her waist and held on until the tremor had passed. Then, as soon as he was able to move, he rolled off her.
"Excuse me," she whispered, getting off the bed, picking up the lubricant, and disappearing quickly into the bathroom.
Kurt watched his wife leave, then shut his eyes. It hadn't been half bad. Not bad at all. Especially that first part. What had he been thinking of? Who had Julie reminded him of at first? He tried to remember, but fell asleep, instead. He didn't even hear his wife, freshly scrubbed and weary, sink into the bed beside him.
Janna was finding sleep impossible. The events of the evening had stimulated, rather than sated her. John had been good, better than she'd expected, yet it was not John who was keeping her awake now.
She rolled over in the rumpled bed and closed her eyes. Immediately a vision of her older brother Frank came to her mind. Frank was a little boy sharing a bath with his younger sister, his fingers busy under the soapsuds. Frank in his early teens, forcing her to suck on his stiff young cock. Then they had grown apart. But she hadn't forgotten. Had Frank?
Smiling mischievously, Janna got out of the bed. She opened the door soundlessly and padded barefoot down the long hall. She took a long time in opening her brother's bedroom door. Her eyes, used to the darkness now, easily recognized John's smaller form on one of the beds. He was snoring lightly.
She glanced over at Frank. Her blond older brother seemed asleep also, but it was impossible to be sure. Her gown made the slightest sound as she slipped out of it. Getting into bed with John was a bit noisier. She brought her mouth very close to his ear. "Shh," she cautioned, snuggling in next to him.
John came awake instantly. "Frank!" he whispered.
Janna reached down and fondled his cock. "Shhh. Don't make a sound and he'll never know . . . " She was delighted to find his prick beginning to stir in her hand already. She pulled gently, urging the flesh up over the head, skinning it back, hiding it once more. She worked skillfully, but John's cock refused to swell more than halfway.
"Relax, Johnny," she whispered. "If we're very quiet, Frank will never know I'm here. You worry too much, baby."
But as if to prove her wrong, Frank rolled over on his bed, his face now in their direction. He cleared his throat, muttered something in his sleep, and was quiet again.
Janna felt John go limp in her hand. She sighed impatiently, excited rather than turned off by Frank's nearness. But she forced herself to hold him lightly and wait, knowing John wouldn't be able to do anything until he was very sure Frank was sleeping again.
"Maybe you should go back to your room, Janna," the boy suggested slowly, his mouth grazing her ear.
She simply patted him again in answer, but made no move to leave. The silence deepened. At first John's body was rigid next to her, but as minutes passed he seemed to relax. Janna ran her hand over his naked chest and slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pajamas. She played lightly with his fine pubic hairs and finally began to finger his cock. He moved a bit to give his sister freer access to his prick.
Janna squeezed him encouragingly, but he remained soft. She realized if she wanted it, she would have to work for it. The boy was too nervous to perform on his own.
Moving cautiously so as to not alarm John, Janna slid further under the sheet until her face was next to the boy's belly. Holding his shaft tightly she began to lick and kiss the head of his dick. Her tongue found the tiny slit and played with it for long moments.
John reached down and undid his trousers, letting them fall open so that his sister could tongue him better. In spite of his nervousness he was growing excited.
Feeling him begin to swell under her touch, Janna allowed his cock to inch into her mouth. When she had trapped most of him between her lips, she began to use her tongue expertly. He was getting rock hard in her mouth now, and Janna felt an answering excitement in her pussy. Forgetting Frank for the moment, the girl began to suck in earnest. .
Before he could catch himself John moaned. Instantly, there was an answering sound from the next bed.
"Huh? What?" The springs creaked as Frank rolled over, then sat up in the bed. "You say something, John?" he asked sleepily. He paused, pounded the pillow, then stretched out again. "What'd you say?" he mumbled.
John didn't move. He didn't dare even fake a snore. He no longer trusted his voice. His cock was still buried in his sister's hot mouth, but at least she was still. John felt his body grow cold as fear manifested itself in droplets of perspiration which soon turned icy on his flesh. Only his prick was warm and unafraid. The mouth surrounding it refused to allow his cock to soften. Finally Janna began to move again, nipping at him, teasing him.
The silent darkness was reassuring. Promising himself he wouldn't betray them again, John began to relax and enjoy what Janna was doing to him. He spread his thighs slightly so that the girl could grasp his balls.
Once she was very sure Johnny wouldn't go limp on her again, Janna began to inch her way up his body until she was full length next to him. Her lips tickled his ear as she whispered, "I want you to fuck me again, Johnny. It felt so good in me, honey."
"How?" He nodded toward Frank.
"Just get on top of me, real quiet. He'll never know." But Janna was really hoping Frank would be very aware of what they were doing. Maybe it would remind him of what they used to do together. Maybe.... "Just get on top of me, baby," she urged.
Glancing one last time in Frank's direction, motivated by the ache in his groin, John hesitantly obeyed.
Janna spread her legs and helped her younger brother fit his body over hers. She reached up, grasped his cock, and brought it to her cunt. She was very wet and open. It took little more than a faint movement upwards to have him planted fully in her. Both held still for a moment, waiting until the need to moan or otherwise voice their pleasure had subsided. Then Janna began to move.
John scarcely moved at all as his sister wriggled, snakelike, under him. It was enough to feel the tightness of her pussy as it stroked the fire in his groin. She was a moving sea of sensation. He felt himself swelling even more inside her.
Janna rolled her head until she could see
Frank clearly. He seemed asleep, yet he had not changed position in a long time. She studied his body in the thin blanket. He was big, ruggedly masculine. She knew she wanted him, even more, knew she would have him, one way or the other. Meanwhile the cock in her pussy was a worthwhile substitute. She raised her thighs and locked her ankles around John's lean back.
John reached down and squeezed one large breast. Its nipple was very stiff. By hunching his back he was able to capture it in his mouth. Pleasure was hitting him from all sides-his cock was drowning in hot woman-flesh, his face was buried in a soft pillow of sweetness, and all around him was the wetness and heady scent of cunt. He wanted very much to go slowly, to consciously wrest every bit of sensation from this act. Frank was forgotten now. John didn't know where he was, or who was around him. Wriggling his hips, he sank further into Janna's honeyed pit and stayed there.
Over his shoulder Janna had a excellent view of her other brother's thighs and crotch. Was she only imagining it or could she make out a sizable bulge under the thin blanket? A long, hard bar of flesh straining against the covers? She kept her eyes glued to the spot as the first orgasm hit her. The slightest of sighs passed between her lips as she clung to John. Then she began to move again. She was certain now that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Frank had a hard-on! He must be awake. Watching them...watching her.... A second tremor seized her.
The trembling flesh under him was suddenly still. John pressed downwards, then pulled back. Then she was moving under him again. John knew his own orgasm was near now, but he felt wonderfully in control. He would make this go on and on...nothing could stop him now....
Janna twisted her head a bit to one side. Frank's big cock was definitely hard. But men sometimes got hard-ons in their sleep. Suppose he really was asleep...suppose he was missing this main event so especially planned just for him....Then she noticed that Frank had moved slightly on his bed. His body was closer to the edge of the mattress, as if he had rearranged his position so that he might get a better view of the action on the other bed. The thought brought Janna to the brink of a third orgasm. The cock inside her was like an extension of Frank's cock...she could look at one while riding the other.
John slowly felt his marvelous control slipping out of his grasp. Janna was coming again, her hot pussy seemed a thing alive yet separate from the girl, a distinctly individual organ jacking the fluids up and out of his balls. He knew he was going to come, just as he knew it would be the best yet. He tensed his mouth around the rigid little nipple to keep back the scream which threatened to pry loose from his throat. Now it was not enough, the movements of his talented sister. Now he had to move, had to slam his hips into hers, had to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her, fuck his sister until every last drop of his sperm was shooting into her womb....
Janna thrashed wildly under John, coming again even as he was coming, letting her pussy suck his dick as even her mouth could not. She rode out her final explosion, then pressed her hard heels into his back, giving him all the help she could with his. She twisted her head and looked one more time at Frank. It was then she realized the first thin streak of light had filtered into the room. A tremendous thrill passed through the girl as she realized Frank's hot eyes were now staring into her own....
CHAPTER TWO
Kurt Travis emptied his glass, winced as the straight whiskey bit into his tongue, and continued staring at the attractive girl at the end of the bar. He hadn't noticed the girl at first, so immersed had he been in thoughts of his family.
He had fallen into the habit of stopping in at a bar or two after work. It was a relaxing way to pass the time, far more relaxing than going straight home. When, he wondered, had that started? There was a time when he couldn't wait to get home, couldn't wait to see his beautiful wife Julie.... When the kids were little, his biggest problem had been how to get them all out of the house at once so that he might get in a quick fuck before dinner. What had gone wrong?
He ordered another drink, paid for it and sipped slowly. He thought of the night before, the lack of excitement he'd felt in his wife's arms until he'd decided to introduce a little novelty to their lives. Was that it, then? A lack of newness, a boredom, was that what was pushing them apart? Somehow, Kurt doubted that boredom was the entire answer. They hadn't been bored all those years before. Far from it. Yet now...now there was only this bar to go to, and possibly another. That's all. Or was there more?
He glanced over at the good-looking girl again. A man was sitting near her. They seemed to be having a quiet argument. As Kurt watched, the man got up, slammed a few bills on the counter and walked out of the bar, his face red with anger.
The girl watched him leave, an amused smile on her ripe lips. She immediately ordered another drink and looked around the room. Her eyes brushed Kurt's.
Kurt noted the girl's full, high breasts and considered that boredom aspect again. Perhaps, like that tea commercial, all he needed was a change of pace.... He gestured to the bartender.
The girl smiled over at Kurt, raised the drink he had just paid for, and patted the barstool the angry man had just vacated. Kurt took his drink with him.
"Thank you." Her voice was warm.
Kurt sat down and grinned. "A little victory celebration. That guy looked a little upset."
She laughed. "Yes, a little. It's really too funny."
Kurt detected a trace of a finishing school accent. "My name's Kurt, by the way."
"Just call me Tessa." She sipped the drink.
"So what was he upset about, anyway?"
Her matter-of-fact reply dispelled the finishing school image quickly. "He just couldn't understand why I wouldn't go to his apartment with him after the way I'd fucked and sucked him the night before." She giggled. "I told him I liked variety. That's why I'm glad you came over."
He hid his surprise nicely. "Then I'm glad I came over also, Tessa my girl." He finished his drink in one gulp. "Only I can't take you to my apartment."
Her dark eyes flickered over his suited body. "I have a perfectly nice apartment myself, you know. And I think I've had about enough to drink. Shall we go?"
Her apartment was beautifully furnished, but Kurt barely had time to glance at the lovely living room before she whisked him into the bedroom.
He kissed her, aware that he was more amused than excited. She was a good-looking girl with a beautiful body, unless her clothing lied, but somehow Kurt's mind was still on
Julie.
"You kiss like a married man," Tessa teased, wrapping her shapely arms around his neck. "Shall we try that again?"
Shrugging all thoughts of Julie from his mind, Kurt mashed his lips against hers and began working his tongue into her mouth. Her body strained against him, the firm points of her nipples digging into his chest, the hot vee of her crotch grinding against the growing bulge in his pants.
"Umm, that's nice," she whispered, pulling away long enough to ease one slim hand between their bodies. She unzipped him slowly.
Kurt relaxed as her palm slid over his cock. He let her take it out of his pants and inspect it closely.
"Good. I love big ones." She grinned up at him. "Do you like getting it sucked?"
He pulled away from her and sank down on the king-size bed. "Try me," he suggested, pushing off his pants.
Tessa smiled. "Clothes are a drag." Quickly she began to shed hers. "Get naked, honey."
His eyes stayed on her body as Kurt removed his shirt. She didn't wear a bra. Her breasts were big but firm, capped with little cherries just made for sucking. The rest of her was pretty, too, with tawny skin and all the curves in the right places. She wore a tiger-striped bikini panty which only drew attention to her rounded pussy a little more than if she wore nothing at all. "Leave that thing on and come over here," he ordered, excited enough by now to really feel good.
She obeyed. "Want to play with me first?" she invited kittenishly. "Or are you going to put me right to work?"
The vague ache in his balls decided him. He wound his fingers in her hair. "Suck me off."
Smiling, Tessa immediately got between his legs. With her hands she parted them and lifted slightly, meanwhile digging her face between his thighs.
Kurt felt an electric, shock go through his frame as her pointy wet tongue shot first up his asshole. But before he could react to that unexpected thrill, her tongue was busy on his balls, vigorously lapping at them before moving on to the firm flesh of his loins, his upper thighs, his flat, hairy belly. She was all over him at once, licking a broad circle around his prick, yet never actually touching it.
Every time he would move to center her head on his cock she would evade him, either to tickle him under the balls with her pointy tongue or to jam her tongue into his asshole again for another brief, ecstatic moment. His dick was on fire now, aching to feel the hot wetness of the inside of her knowing mouth. "Oh, God! Suck me! Suck me!" he panted, as once more her lips almost but not quite grazed his cock.
She raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were glazed and her face was flushed. "Make me," she whispered. "Make me suck you!"
At first he didn't comprehend. But she soon made her needs obvious.
Tessa took one of his hands and brought it to a breast, forcing him to squeeze it tightly. She half shut her eyes. "Make me do things to you. . . " she hissed, "and I'll make you do things to me. That's how I get my kicks."
His cock was throbbing now. Experimentally Kurt fondled a plump nipple, then, in a sudden move, tightened his fingers on it, hard enough to make Tessa wince with pain. At the same time he reached up with his other hand and grasped her hair roughly, demandingly. "Now suck my cock," he ordered, sliding his hand over to torment her other nipple.
Groaning, Tessa bent to the powerful urging of his hand in her hair. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, gagging slightly on the size of him. But his fingers wouldn't let her escape. She felt herself being forced to swallow more and more of his prick until at last she had all of it inside her.
"Suck it good," he breathed, releasing her hair. He used both of his hands on her breasts, rubbing them as long as her mouth on his cock was enthusiastic, grinding them between his fingers whenever her sucking slackened in intensity. They both fell into the game smoothly, and Kurt found himself almost as turned on to controlling the situation as Tessa was at having him use force to command her peak performance.
Never had Kurt felt himself sucked this way. Julie usually ate his cock reluctantly, to placate him more than out of any real desire for the act itself. He luxuriated in the sensations of her tongue, teeth, and lips, and only when he was dangerously close to coming did he pull her hot mouth off his cock. "Lick my balls," he suggested, following up the mild request with a small, sharp, obviously painful slap on each of her large breasts. At once her tongue found his testicles.
The sensation was pleasurable, but not nearly as electric as her attack on his prick. But he wanted to delay his orgasm as long as possible. Then he remembered her brief oral assault on his rectum. No one had ever done that to him before. "Now lick my ass, Tessa," he ordered, spreading his legs.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, her expression somewhat shocked, as if she'd never consider doing such a thing. "No! I can't! I just won't!"
Kurt resisted a slight grin. "I told you to lick my ass! That means now!" Calmly, he reached up and struck the girl solidly across the face.
Tessa gasped and reeled backwards slightly. The instantaneous flush all over her body was from rapture, not pain or anger. The first tremors of orgasm were tugging at her belly. "I . won't. . . " she moaned.
"Yes, you will," Kurt insisted, excited and interested in what was happening to the girl. He slapped her again rapidly, then began slapping her jiggling breasts, causing them to redden and bounce with each blow.
With a breathless groan, Tessa finally bent over and fastened her lips to the crack of his ass. But her tongue had no more than wet his anus before she moaned her orgasm into his flesh.
Kurt reached down and held her until the spasm passed, then directed her tongue back to his asshole. Closing his eyes, he settled back to enjoy the intense delight she was giving him. His cock was a mass of pain as it throbbed untouched against his belly. He stood it as long as he could, reluctant to end the tongue action she was giving him. But finally he knew he would come all over himself if she didn't stop -and he wanted to shoot his load into her. "Get on your back. I want to fuck you now." He pushed her face away.
Her flushed face was still colored with excitement. "No. Don't fuck me. I don't want you to fuck me!"
Kurt reacted by grasping her hair once more and throwing her to her back on the bed. With his other hand he ripped her panties off, deliberately shredding the fragile cloth. Her pussy was damp with excitement. Little dewdrops of juice glazed the sandy mat of hair.
"No! Don't rape me!" she pleaded, quivering in the grip of her fantasy. "Oh, please don't rape me!"
Kurt lowered himself onto her body and pinned her wrists up over her head with one hand. His other hand systematically worked over her breasts, hurting each in its turn. When she was panting and sobbing, he reached down and forced one leg up over his back. "Now I'm going to rape the shit out of you," he grated, lining his cock up with her juicing hole.
Her free leg raised of its own accord as his big prick lunged into her slit. She came at once, took a few deep breaths, then began fucking in earnest, her rape fantasy forgotten.
Kurt was aware of a slight edge of disinterest as he shot his cock back and forth in Tessa's cunt. It felt good, and he knew his movements were far from mechanical, but he was aware of a desire for Julie, not for this stranger. Then the pressure in his balls became too intense, and Kurt closed his eyes and shortened his strokes.
"Yes! Yes! Come off in me! Shoot your come into my pussy!" Tessa cried out as another orgasm tensed her body.
With a final heave, Kurt buried himself inside the girl's hot cunt and pumped his juice into her belly. He held tight to her as she milked him of the last droplets of come. Then he rolled over to the cool softness of the mattress.
Tessa was the first to speak. "That was wonderful, darling. There are very few men who are willing to give a woman what she needs."
"Is that why you try so many? The variety thing, I mean?"
She laughed. "Yes. That creep at the bar, for instance. He had it so ingrained into him that it's naughty to hurt a woman that he was a bore." Her eyes became slits. "It was only bearable because he didn't object so much to his being made to do things by me, though. I imagine he felt the need to be punished for all the nasty things he had just done to me." She laughed. "Are you feeling at all guilty, baby?"
"Not me," he said. But even as he laughed, an irresistible glimmering of guilt flashed through his mind. It was, after all, a lot of firsts for him. Not that doing a thing for the first time necessarily produced guilt-guilt found its way into Kurt's being due to the nature of his reaction to the acts, rather than the novelty or even the acts themselves. He had liked hurting Tessa; he had actually enjoyed the caveman-like bluntness of his domination over her.... He, too, had been brought up believing it was not nice to hurt girls.
Tessa watched Kurt's face carefully, as if reading the progression of his thoughts. A faint smile flickered on her lips. "You have reason to feel guilt, baby. You forced me to do vile things to you." Her voice was soft. "Now you'll have to be punished for it."
The cool words had a peculiar effect on Kurt. His cock seemed suddenly to be caught in a velvet vise. He turned on the bed to look into her now icy eyes. "How?" The stirrings of rekindled desire felt wonderful.
She reached for his balls with a catlike stretch. At first her fingers felt good as they stroked, then they began to tighten. She was an expert-she never actually hurt his fragile balls, but the threat was there, the expectation. Kurt was amazed to find that although his heart was beating rapidly with the fear that the stroking might at any second become grasping ruin, his cock was lengthening and filling, jerking into new life. When at last Tessa let her hand leave his balls, Kurt's prick was swollen and rigid. He knew a one-minute fuck would empty him. But Tessa had other ideas.
"Would you like me to suck you?" she asked sweetly. "Or would you like to stick that big thing in me?"
"Yes. Either," he breathed, reaching for her hand.
She laughed. "Yes, I'll suck you...I'll suck you good. . . . " She climbed over his body, her thighs straddling his head, her face angled over his throbbing cock. Her mouth came so close to his dick as she got into position that he could feel her hot breath on the tender head of his prick. He waited expectantly to be enveloped in the wet sucking softness of her throat.
"Would you like to lick my pussy while I suck your cock?" she asked.
Kurt looked up into the sandy tuft over his face. Desire mounted as he stared at her damp pussy which still oozed his juices. "Yes! Oh, yes!" He shut his eyes, tilted his head, and opened his mouth. But as quickly as he raised his head toward her pussy she moved her silky thighs and belly just beyond his reach. He relaxed his head for a moment, and the delectable little cunt was once more right over his face. Again, as he started for it with his mouth, she pulled out of his grasp.
It was then he realized she had effectively pinned his arms to his sides with her legs. On to her game of teasing him now, he gave some thought to fooling her by using his superior strength to free his arms. Then he would wrap his arms around her lovely ass and hold her still while his tongue forced her into orgasm after orgasm.
Again the girl seemed to read his mind. Her hot mouth sucked his balls into her depths. The pressure was just bearable. And a moment later, when Kurt flexed a muscle experimentally in his arm, as if to dislodge the girl, the pressure was no longer bearable.
Kurt took the hint. His arm relaxed, and so did the agony in his balls.
The game clearly defined, Tessa let his testicles slip out of her mouth and passionately kissed the head of Kurt's huge cock. "Go on, lick me. I won't suck you until you lick me."
Groaning, Kurt strained his neck up towards her pretty pussy. It was just out of his reach again. He inched toward it with his tongue. For a brief instant his tongue connected with the peach fuzz. Then she was gone again. The immediate rejection was almost as exciting as the contact. She was tormenting him with an exacting knowingness. Never before had he felt such desire to suck a woman. His cock jerked toward her mouth, straining for a little cave of its own. But Tessa would let her tongue lightly flick at it once or twice, then she would deny him her lips as she would her pussy.
At the start, Kurt was amused and surprisingly excited by her weird approach to lovemaking. Now he was becoming caught up in the pattern of her lust. He wanted her cunt under his tongue, he wanted his cock embedded in her mouth. He struggled toward those goals, never quite making it, his prick quivering with the intensity of his desire. Just when he thought he would come all over himself without being touched if the agony continued any longer, Tessa pulled away, drawing her magnificent body away from him.
She was on her knees on the bed, looking down at him, a mocking smile on her lips. "You really want to lick my pussy, don't you? You want it bad, don't you?" Her eyes raked his flushed body with its film of sweat, his stiff prick with its uncontrollable twitching. "Well, I don't know if I should let you. Are you sorry you treated me so badly before?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. I just got carried away. You're so damn sexy." He tried to smile, needing somehow to hide the fact that he really was feeling desperate to taste her flesh.
She wasn't having any of it. She parted her thighs a bit more. "Tell me how much you want me to let you lick my pussy! Beg me for it or I won't give it to you."
And then, as suddenly as the excitement had built up in him, it began to die. The urgency of her voice seemed to cut through his own involvement in the sadomasochistic game. He began to laugh.
"What the fuck are you laughing about? What's so funny?" she asked, her forehead wrinkling with confusion and irritation.
Kurt got up slowly, still laughing. "Nothing, sweetheart, nothing, really. The whole bit just struck me funny somehow."
Unsure of herself now, Tessa looked up at him expectantly. "You're not going now or anything, are you?"
Kurt reached for his pants. " 'Fraid so, baby." He felt unexplainably depressed.
Tessa jumped up. "You can't! Not now! You can't leave me in this state!"
He studied her coldly for a moment. Then he grinned. "If you can get me hot again, I'll stay and fuck you."
The girl smiled hesitantly. "Can I suck you?"
Instead of answering, Kurt pulled her face down to his cock. He watched her part her lips and moisten the head of his prick with her tongue, then suck the entire shaft down into her throat. His dick was now only semi-erect, and the skillful tongue work Tessa was doing seemed not to have any effect on him at all. With her head bobbing and her cheeks hollowed, she looked very young, almost like a girl, Kurt thought.
"How old were you the first time you were fucked, honey?" He gently withdrew his glistening shaft from between the girl's lips. "How old? Sixteen? Seventeen?"
Tessa grinned up at him. "Me wait that long? Never. I was fourteen the first time."
Kurt experienced a sudden shock rush through his balls and into his cock. Fourteen. Lennie's age. His daughter's age. "Fourteen. Who was the guy? Some classmate of yours?" His prick was getting stiff again. He rubbed it against her cheek.
She laughed. "Some classmate! Nope. My first lover was a man who knew how to do it. It was my father!" She ducked her head and licked the inside of his thigh.
Kurt shut his eyes and moaned softly. His cock swelled and began to throb. "Your father fucked you when you were fourteen? God!" The thought was enormously exciting. Thrilling. Exhilarating. He tried to imagine how it would be if Lennie had a father like that...how she would react. He could see her on her back on her bed, her lovely little body naked, her sweet legs pushed up against her cute tits, his own massive cock plowing up her twat....A sensation more like pain than pleasure rocked through his loins at the image. He grabbed Tessa roughly by the hair and urged her up on the bed.
"Ooh, you're so rough," she moaned, landing on her back on the sheets. She remained still as his strong hands lifted her legs, then bent them back so that her knees were bruising her nipples.
"Did you like having your father fuck you?" he asked hoarsely, bringing his dick to her pussy.
Tessa spread her legs a bit wider and waited to feel him penetrate her. Her eyes were almost closed. "I loved it! He was my stepfather, actually, and he was really hung. We used to do it all the time."
The soft flesh gripping the head of his prick was urging him further. But he was too excited to plunge into her yet. "Did you want your father to fuck you the first time? How did he do it? Tell me about it, baby. It turns me on."
Tessa smiled impishly. "So I noticed." She wiggled her hips impatiently.
He let his big, hard cock sink an inch into the steaming tightness of her hole. She shivered and tensed her muscles around his prick, mutely begging for more. But Kurt held still. "Tell me, Tessa."
"The first time my father fucked me I didn't want it. I was sleeping in my bed when he came into the room. My mother was away, visiting her sister...oh, Kurt, why don't you shove that big prick of yours up me? I'll tell you all about that night, but first fuck me a little, okay?"
Kurt complied with a sudden swing of his hips, embedding his shaft firmly into her juicing depths.
"Ooh! Oh! God! Fuck me hard! I'm about to come! Give it to me hard! Fuck me!" She twisted her hips under his while her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
He began giving it to her in short, swift jabs. The mouth of his cock bumped the mouth of her womb with every stroke. He had reached some crazy plateau-nothing could make him spew his white-hot load until he had every detail of the girl's first fuck. He could ride her all day and night, if need be. He realized suddenly it had been an eternity since he'd been this hot.
What he had felt earlier with this girl was nothing more than a warm flash compared to the fury of his excitement now.
Tessa moaned as his cock rocked her to orgasm. "That's it! That's it! You're making me come! Ooh! Ooh! Now! God, that's good! Ah! Oooh. . . . " Her thighs relaxed and allowed him to withdraw almost completely.
He reached down and palmed a breast. "Now tell me about your father."
"Ooh, that was so good.... " Her tongue moistened her dry lips. "We were alone in the house. My mother was away, but I didn't think anything of it. When I heard someone in the room I thought it was the maid. I was wearing one of those little baby-doll nighties, the kind you can see through. I wasn't even wearing any panties with it." She giggled. "As I remember, I had spent the earlier part of the evening playing with myself. I guess I just forgot to put my panties back on. Anyway, since I thought it was the maid I didn't bother to cover myself. But it was my stepfather."
"Don't call him that," Kurt interrupted. "Call him your father!" His cock was hurting now. He dipped it further into the sopping cunt beneath him.
"Sure. My father. Anyway, he was standing there, looking down at me. I was shocked wide awake and I covered my pussy with my hand. My father dropped to his knees, took my hand away from my pussy, and bent over me. At first I didn't know what he was doing. But it felt nice. I looked down and watched his tongue lick my pussy for a while. He really did it like he loved it, like he had been waiting a long time to get at my pussy."
Kurt imagined the scene in every detail. Only Lennie was once again the fourteen-year-old on the bed. And the father. . . . "Like this, you mean?" He removed his cock from her sucking hole and slid down off her body until his face was over her cunt. "Like this?" The pungent perfume of her well-reamed twat filled his nostrils as his tongue darted into her hole. He began to lap their combined juices eagerly, imagining her father's enthusiasm that first time. Impatient with his progress, his mouth fastened itself around her hole and he sucked at her, filling his mouth with hot cream. He tried to remember when the last time had been with Julie-she used to love getting sucked off. But somehow, in this and other ways, they had lost interest.
Remembering his fantasy, he wondered if Lennie would like a man's tongue in her pretty little twat. And Janna-he'd long suspected his oldest daughter wasn't a virgin. If not, had she ever had a man lap her between the thighs? She wasn't a pretty girl, not like Lennie, but her body in the sexy clothes she insisted on wearing was amazing. Surely any man who took her to bed would want to suck her off. Kurt moved his tongue upwards until it brushed her clitoris. The little nubbin of flesh flinched under his flickering tongue. Tessa's groans began to build in intensity.
The image of Tessa being eaten by her father gave way to an image of Janna, Lennie, and Julie all stretched out on a bed together, all wearing sexy baby-dolls with no panties. Their legs were spread, waiting. He would get to his knees and taste each lovely little box...would they all react the same? Or would the girls react individually? He had no doubt that Janna would love it. But would Lennie? At first? Would he have to hold her down while he sucked her, until she realized how good it felt? He was a mass of throbbing nerve endings now, hot enough to come without being touched. But still he wanted to draw it out; still he wanted to hear every last detail before spilling his seed into her.... He averted his mouth, kissing her thigh while the spasm passed. Only when he was sure he would not come did he ask her for more. "Then what did he do to you?"
"He...he licked me for a few minutes, then I tried to stop him. It felt very good, but I knew it was wrong for him to be doing it to me. But he wouldn't stop. I said I would scream, but he only laughed, saying we were alone in the house. So I told him I would tell Mother."
"What did he do then?" Kurt kissed the soft thigh again.
She laughed. "He straightened up, reached over, and slapped me across the face, that's what he did. You know, that was strange, because when he did that I got this funny feeling. I mean, it hurt and I didn't exactly like it, but it sort of did funny things to my stomach...warm things. My father never punished me before. All the other kids had fathers who spanked them when they got out of line. I figured mine didn't because he wasn't really...well, he didn't care all that much about me. So when he slapped me, it kind of felt good. Especially between my legs. So I threatened about my mother again, and he began really slapping me around. Did that ever get me hot! And it seemed to get him even hotter. Finally I agreed to do whatever he said. He told me to suck his cock. I did, but I guess I wasn't much good at it, since he'd stop every so often, swear at me, slap me, and tell me to do it better. That seemed to go on a really long time."
Kurt wondered if Janna knew how to suck cock. Did the men she went out with want her to do that to them? He wondered if she liked it. It suddenly seemed odd to him to not know a whole side to someone who you know so well. If some night he were to slip into her bed, pretending to be drunk, possibly, and nudge his cock against her lips as if thinking it were Julie, would she automatically open her mouth and begin sucking.... My God! What am I thinking? Kurt forced the fantasy out of his mind, only to find it replaced by the image of his younger daughter. She was such an empathetic, sensitive girl, really...and innocent, like a baby. If he were to tell her he had a pain, a bad pain on his dick, would she kiss it better? Would she let it snuggle up in her mouth? Wbuld she . . .
"Just talking about it is getting me hot all over again. Why don't you fuck me again? That lovely prick of yours has been really patient. It looks ready to explode." She reached down for it.
He fitted himself into her palm. "That feels good. Just play with it a little. So what happened after you sucked him?"
"He shot off into my mouth. I almost choked. But he made me swallow every drop of his come. Then he made me lick his cock and his balls until he was hard again. It took a pretty long time. He kept squeezing my little tits all the while. Then he began to suck my nipples. It really felt good. I didn't mind licking his dick so much while he was nibbling on my tits. The whole thing began feeling really good. But then . . . " Tessa looked down at the prick in her hand. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me with that thing, baby?" she asked almost wistfully.
"Not now, honey. Just keep playing with it and talking. You're doing fine." His eyes were tightly closed. His awareness extended from the hand on his hard cock to the images in his head. Nothing else existed. Both his girls had great tits. Janna's were huge, big enough to put any movie star to shame. And from what he could tell, they were firm, too. Lennie's tits were small, a perfect mouthful.
He had actually seen his younger daughter's tits only a month before. She had been returning from the bathroom after a long shower, wearing only a bathrobe. He had been putting on his shoes in his room when she walked by. Just then the dog had playfully grasped one end of the .robe's belt and pulled. Lennie hadn't bothered tying it tightly, and the robe fell open. Kurt had found it impossible to remove his eyes from his daughter's little tits. They were small perfect mounds, each topped by a beautiful pink nipple. A mouthful, he reflected. A delicious mouthful.
"Hold your hand still!" He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, barely avoiding the inevitable. Shock after shock kept ripping through his system as his fantasies increased. Had he ewer felt this hot? Even with Julie in the old days? Why were images of his daughters doing this to him? But Kurt brushed the question aside. It didn't matter now...nothing mattered except that he keep this wonderful feeling as long as possible. Nothing could get in the way of it. Nothing.
When he felt as if his control was intact once more, he pumped his hips slightly, as an indication that she could begin playing with him again. He knew his cock was like a burning bar of steel in her hand now. The cream in him was spilling over-a droplet would emerge which she would lick off without interrupting her story. "What did he do to you then?"
She giggled. "That's when it really got good. He told me he was going to fuck me. He was really super hot by then. He asked me if I knew what that meant. I said I did, so he made me tell him all I knew about sex. Which wasn't really all that much, now that I look back at it. At the time I thought I was pretty hip, though."
"What did you tell him?"
She shrugged. "That a man's thing gets hard and he takes it and puts it in a girl's hole. I really think at that point I thought he just held it in until he came. I didn't know anything about a woman coming. When my father realized that, he said first he would teach me how it feels when a girl comes. He pushed me back on the bed and gave me my first trip around the world. You know, he used his tongue on me everywhere. I mean everywhere. He started at my toes and ended up at the nape of my neck. He saved my pussy for last, right after he sucked and licked my asshole for what had to be a half hour. Man, he no sooner stuck his tongue against my clit when I came all over his face. But he didn't stop then, either. He kept licking me and licking me. I think I came three more times before he quit."
She was silent a moment. "Did you ever suck a really young girl?" she asked curiously. "Well, they're different. I mean they're really supersensitive. The slightest move of a tongue and they come. I really understand why my father spent so much time going down on me those years. There's nothing in the world like giving head to a young chick."
For some reason this statement surprised Kurt more than the fact that she had made love to her own father. "You go to bed with girls, too?"
Tessa laughed. "You make it sound so strange! Sure. I like girls sometimes, too. Especially really young ones. In fact, right after doing it with my father the first time, I started sucking off my little sister. She was only twelve, and man, did she ever love it! She used to wake me up in the middle of the night, after we had been going at it for an hour or so before falling asleep. I'd wake up and find her sitting bare ass on my face. It got so bad I'd have to suck her before going to school in the morning and after getting home. A couple of times she'd even trap me in the John and beg me to lick her during lunch break! We had a lot of fun."
"What happened to her? Do you still see her?"
"She got married eventually. Now she has a couple of kids and lives upstate. But she comes to visit me a couple times a year, at least, and stays for a few days." She laughed. "And she spends most of that time in her favorite waysitting on my face."
"Doesn't she ever, you know, do you?" Kurt's curiosity was almost as fierce as his desire. He felt like his cock was a thermometer-and any second now it would turn cherry red and explode.
"Oh, sure. But her thing is to be eaten by her big sister, you know? So what we usually do is I eat her until she can't come anymore or I can't stand it any longer. Then she licks my pussy 'til I come. But she doesn't dig it so much. Once, when she was here for a vacation, I called in this other chick I ball sometimes, a butch, who just likes eating it. I had her eat me while I ate my sister, but that didn't work out so well. My sister really got uptight. She ended up pushing the dyke off me and fastening her mouth to my cunt herself. So my dyke friend just shrugged and began licking my sister's pussy. It was wild! That she didn't mind. She just didn't want anyone else touching me!"
Kurt had an image of Janna and Lennie sixty-nining each other. Again he had to stop Tessa's caressing hand while he played out the fantasy. He tried to imagine his two girls eating each other. Then he put Julie in the picture, the three of them teasing each other's pussy with their tongues. All that was missing from that image to make it absolutely unbearably perfect was himself.... He rectified that at once. Now he was directing the action, positioning bodies all around him. . . .
"But here I go, getting off the main story.... Where was I? Oh, yes, my father taught me how to come. Then he announced that he was going to fuck me. I didn't want him to, so we fought again. But by this time I was pretty out of it. He got on top of me and...Hey, baby, why don't you get on top of me and I'll show you how he did it?"
Kurt allowed himself to be urged up over her hot flesh. It was like climbing onto all the young girls of the world about to be taken for the first time...it was like positioning himself over both of his daughters, with his massive cock violently eager to perform some ritual deflowering act which was his right alone, as family head. His cock was on fire, his balls were thin skins stretched tightly over a churning furnace. Even his tight asshole was clenched painfully with his determination not to come at once.... Janna, Lennie...Julie...Tessa...a hundred nameless virgins all danced through his senses, and he was about to rape every single one of them.
"God, it hurt when he first put it in! When my father first stuck his big cock into me!" Tessa, too, was now completely caught up in the fantasy of her own defloration. She grasped Kurt's penis and positioned it against her slit. "He held his cock against me like this...see how little my hole is? I pleaded with him not to do it to me, not to fuck me. I begged him! I knew it would hurt. But he wouldn't listen to me. He just laughed at me! He told me I would suck him anyway...I would suck his dick whenever he told me to, no matter what. And that I better get used to the idea, because I was going to be doing plenty of sucking from then on...and fucking, too. I kept pleading with him, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. He told me to put my legs up around his waist. I wouldn't do it. He gave me one more chance. I still wouldn't do it. Then he...he . . . " She took Kurt's hand and brought it to her cheek, then pushed it several inches over her face. "Then he...he...you know what he did!"
Kurt's mind was a blur of raging desire. He lifted his hand quickly and crashed his palm across her cheek. "Wrap your legs around me, you little bitch! Quickly! Quickly!" he grated, slapping her again.
"Ooh...ooh!" Her moans deepened as his enormous cock bit into her pussy. She threw her slim legs around his waist as his prick penetrated deeper than before. "Daddy! Oh, God!
Daddy! No! Don't! Take that big thing out of me! You're ripping me in half! No! No! Please! Don't rape me, Father, please don't! Oh! Oh! You're raping me! You're raping me! Your big hard cock is all the way in me! Ooh! Oooh.... "
Rockets were sailing up into a blood-red sky, sailing higher and higher, illuminating the universe with their brilliance. The terrible aching in his balls had spread out by now, the ache raging through his limbs, his groin, even through his ears. The sweet pressure continued to build, even when there seemed no where else for it to go. He could ride the crazy rockets of his orgasm indefinitely, exploding the universe of his impending orgasm at the moment of his choice.
It was a delightful, potentially exhausting toy to play with, and the temptation to explode immediately made each moment it went on even better than the moment before. He continued to ride the ever-changing body beneath him, enjoying her as Tessa one second, as Janna, the next, then as a very young and innocent Lennie, and even as Julie, the very first time he had taken her. He was all the fortyish men in the world fucking all the little girls in the world, and he was loving every moment of it.
Tessa was lost to his fantasy, so involved was she in her own. Her spasms were tumbling one on top of the other, making it impossible for her to know when she was on the verge of coming, in the act of coming, or caught up in the aftermath of coming. All she knew was that her father was raping her again for the very first time and she was loving it. "Oh, yes, keep fucking me, Daddy. I won't tell anyone, Daddy, just as long as you keep on fucking me.... "
Kurt began to entertain the idea that he'd about reached the limit. His cock in her sucking, wet pussy was being milked furiously. Milked by all the young girls in the world, all at once. He felt his breathing change and knew if he did not come at once he would have to die-there was no more room in him to contain the fury of his lust.
He grabbed the smooth legs and forced them up over his muscular shoulders. Now he could get every last bit of his prick into her hole. He began shortening his jabs, feeling the girl convulse all around his cock with each plunge. But all that mattered now was the rockets. They were about to scrape the red midnight sky. A scream started deep in his throat as he began to come. But when it exploded it was not so much a scream as a name . . . "Lennie!" And then he fell over Tessa's body as spasm after spasm shot hot sperm into Tessa's shuddering flesh....
CHAPTER THREE
The teenagers made an attempt to suppress their amusement, but Mrs. Jennings heard the giggles anyway. Her rather pretty face flushed pink in blotches. "Laugh if you want, but even at your ages I think the lot of you could stand a babysitter!" She looked sternly at her twins, sixteen-year-old Buddy and Barbra. The Phillips children were subdued-their parents had insisted they return home at the last minute instead of allowing them to spend the night. Mrs. Jennings glanced at John Travis, then at his sister Janna. Her look clearly stated that although Janna was older, she was not basically any more trustworthy than the rest of them.
"Oh, Mom, come off it. Relax!" The boy gave his mother an affectionate grin. "We only laughed because at our ages you don't have to tell us who we can let in the house and who we can't when you and Dad go out for the evening. You can trust us to have a little sense."
His mother looked at him worriedly. "It's easy for you children to make fun of me, but if you only knew the things that go on in this world today! No one's safe anymore. I read in the paper only last week about a teenage boy and his sister that got sexually abused by someone who broke into the house while their parents were away. Both of them! Can you imagine that! Oh, I hate to leave like this, all night long!"
Barbra bit back her impatience. "Really, mother, you're being absurd! That's why we've asked John and Janna to spend the night! And the other kids." She glanced over at Linda, Susan and Jim Phillips. "Don't you think you could talk their parents into letting them stay all night, Ma?"
"It's no use, Barb. My dad. said we have to get right home."
'You get going, Mom. Give Aunt Marge our love. Tell her to get better in a hurry." Buddy half guided his mother to the door.
"Your father will be home between five-thirty and six in the morning. You have his number at work and your aunt's number. Call if there's anything . . . "
Buddy leaned against the door and grinned. "Man, I thought she'd never leave!"
Janna went up to him and kissed him affectionately. He was a cute kid. She had stopped spending a lot of time with the Phillips and the Jennings since high school. Her taste ran to men these days, but now she was looking forward to the night. These friends were the ones who really introduced her to sex-they learned from each other.
"Do you really have to go just this minute?" Barbra was especially interested in Linda staying on.
"Yeah, Look, I'll try to sneak out after everyone's asleep. We all will. If we can't.. . " She cupped her friend's sweet young breast. "Well, have fun for us."
After the Phillips' left, the foursome headed for the kitchen. Buddy opened the Cokes while Barbra and Janna slapped together a mountain of sandwiches. John found the potato chips. Well armed, the party set themselves up in front of the TV and began to eat.
"I could do with some milk. Anyone else?" Buddy scooped up the empty dishes and headed for the kitchen.
The others followed. In the freezer they found ice cream. Cherry syrup was unearthed in the cabinet. After everyone had filled themselves to the bursting point the girls did the dishes.
"I think I'll get into my night stuff now." Barbra headed for her bedroom. "Be right back. Janna, do you want to change now?"
"Sure. Why not?" Janna followed her out, her hips swinging.
John looked nervously at Buddy. "Are they coming back?"
"Hell, yes!" Buddy laughed. Although he was very little older than John, Buddy seemed more mature. The dark-haired youth flashed a reassuring glance at his friend. "I'm glad Janna brought you. She used to think you were square. You know, would be shocked or something."
John flushed. "I was square. Until last night." He grinned.
"Yeah? Shit, I've been playing with Barbra since we were little kids. We've been having swinging parties for the last couple of years, especially since we found out about the Phillips. Then Janna, and now you. Why don't you get that cute little sister of yours to come to the next party? She's really growing up."
"Lennie?" He thought about his youngest sister. Buddy was right-Lennie was growing up. He thought of her figure in her swimsuit. "I don't know if she'd go for it. She'd probably tell my mother. She's that kind of creep."
"She's a pretty sexy creep then. Maybe I'll made a pass at her. If she goes for it, I'll get her into our little club."
"Put on some strip music, boys. Here we come!" Barbra danced into the living room. She was wearing a demure enough nightie, until she stood between the TV and the couch. Her lovely little body was naked under the wispy garment.
Janna made her entrance, posing in the doorway. She wore a transparent black nightgown, slashed to the navel. Her body was a series of curves and angles. The flickering light of the television set it off beautifully.
Barbra walked up to Janna and stared hard at her. "You look good, sweetie. Real good." She reached out for Janna's tits.
Janna let Barbra get one good handful. Then she pushed the younger girl's hand away. "Cut it out, Barb. You know I don't dig that action."
"Why don't you give me a chance? I really do it good." Barbra ducked her head and kissed Janna on one nipple.
Barbra had barely grazed the nipple when Janna pulled away. "Be a good girl and I may let you tonight. I'm starting to think you like cunt better than cock."
"You might be right, except for Buddy's cock." She went to her twin brother. "Right, Buddy?" She sat down on his lap, her long dark hair tickling his chest.
"You better like mine best." Buddy stroked his sister's hair, then slid his hand to her breast. "Why don't you take it out for me?"
"Okay." Barbra got up, turned around, and reached for Buddy's zipper. She had his stiff cock in her hand in seconds. "What do you want me to do with it?"
"Sit on it. Climb up on my lap and sit on it. Let's show Janna and John some of the games we play every night." He pushed his hips forward, thrusting his big cock into the air expectantly."
"Okay." She looked wistfully at Janna. "How about joining us?"
"Not on your end," Janna joked back. But her eyes were hot.
Buddy reached out for his sister, pulling her down.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, lifting her nightie to her waist. Her dimpled belly rounded into a lightly haired little mound, flanked on either side by satiny smooth thighs.
Buddy pushed the nightgown up a bit higher, revealing his sister's lean, childish torso, the charming curve of her hip and the suggestion of a high, firm breast. When she had her legs properly spread, he brought her pussy down over his twitching cock. He grinned at John and Janna. "Janna, come here and give me a hand." His pun doubled him over with laughter. Straightening up, he gestured for the girl to hurry.
Janna swayed over to the couple, her eyes glued to his big cock and her little cunt, only inches apart. "What do you want me to do?"
Buddy took her hand. "Just hold this thing of mine steady while I pull Barbie down on it."
Nodding, Janna grasped Buddy's hard prick at its base and angled it up toward his sister's pussy. Barbra was spread-eagled over her brother's lap, patiently waiting. The light from the TV was enough to show that Barbra was already hot. A fine film of love juice glazed the insides of her lovely thighs. Her little twat was damp and ready.
"Okay, Sis, now you're going to get it!" Buddy put a hand on either side of Barbra's waist and pulled. Groaning, he felt himself sink into luscious, sucking flesh. Flesh, sinking in further and further, until Janna's squeezing hand stopped his progress.
"Ooh! Ah! That feels so groovy, Buddy!" Barbra tightened her muscles around the shaft in her pulsing hole. "Oh, I do dig on your cock! It feels so good!"
John thought his own cock would spill over at any second. Never had he seen anything like this before! Not even the pictures some of the guys at school passed around were this good. Buddy's tightly blue-jeaned legs were stretched out before him, parted enough to force the girl over his lap to spread her legs as far as she could. From where John was sitting, he could clearly see Buddy's cock sticking into Barbra's cunt.. . could, in fact, see the juices running out of her pussy and down over Janna's hand. The scene was thrilling enough on a visual level, but somehow the knowledge that brother was fucking sister was an added excitement. John's cock was threatening to burst through his trousers. His balls ached with hot desire.
Janna rocked her fisted hand gently, her eyes tightly shut. The sensation was weird-hard cock was familiar to her touch, but not the soft, juicing pussy above which was threatening to envelope her hand. It felt good, wet, hot and throbbing. She wondered if Barbra's hole was going to suck her hand up along with his cock. The thought made her own pussy juice even more.
There was something so marvelously sexy about the four of them being alone in the house and free to do whatever they pleased, especially since they knew all there was to know about each other. She had stumbled on the fact that the twins were playing around with each other years before, when she had caught the two of them beating each other off in the garage. Janna had made Buddy beat her off also, and since that time they kept no secrets from each other. Tightening her thighs together impatiently, Janna squeezed the cock in her hand, twisted around to see if John was enjoying the action, then shut her eyes again.
Buddy gave some thought to telling Janna to remove her hand, but the contrasting sensations of a soft wet pussy and a firm, rough hand felt too good. Besides, he knew his twin would be enjoying the feeling of Janna's hand halfway up her twat. Janna was a good friend, but secretly Buddy thought she was a bit of a bitch for not letting Barbra suck her off once in a while. Buddy knew how much his sister liked sucking pussy. He liked watching her go at it.
One of their favorite fantasies, in fact, centered around Buddy someday marrying a beautiful girl and the three of them living together. Barbra would suck Buddy's wife while he fucked her, then the twins would sixty-nine while the wife watched. Maybe, tonight, if Janna was willing, they would have a chance to act out the fantasy again. They did that often with Linda Phillips. Meanwhile, Buddy turned his full attention to fucking the shit out of his sister. He began jerking his hips up at the girl while alternately pulling and pushing Barbra. Her cunt was like a suction cup, drawing his prick up only to plunge down on it again. She moved like a rag doll, giving herself completely to being fucked by her brother at the pace he liked best. She sighed softly while his thick rod pummeled her insides.
Only when Buddy knew he was going to come did he remove Janna's hand. He lowered it to his balls, held still a moment while she pulled them out of his pants, then started to move again. This time he thrust himself fully into his twin's tight slit, scraping the mouth of her womb. She moaned at the small pain, but Buddy was oblivious to her discomfort. He wanted only to flood her womb with his come. He began to rock faster. His hands clamped on his sister's waist, holding her still now so that the only movement would be his own.
Janna squeezed Buddy's balls gently. She glanced around at John. One quick look assured her that the boy was about to pop in his pants if she didn't do anything. "Come here, John. Come here, baby. Big sister will take care of you."
Like a robot John got up and stiffly walked to his sister. His swollen cock rubbed painfully against the rough insides of his denims. But the agony was soon over. Janna, one hand on his friend's balls, unzipped him deftly and urged his cramped prick into her soft, experienced hand. But good as that felt, it didn't linger there long. Almost immediately Janna brought her mouth to his cock. She kissed it once, then sucked it into her throat with one fluid move. John groaned at the intense contact. His head began to spin and throb. It was too much for him.
The Jennings' twins were moaning loudly while Buddy kept plunging his cock in and out of his sister's twat. The slip-slap sound of hard flesh ramming into soft tissue was the sexiest sound John had ever heard. And his sister eating him like this was driving him out of his mind. There was no thought of holding it back now; to do so was sheer madness. Dimly he realized Buddy was shooting off in Barbra's hole, but the realization was lost in the larger fact of his own explosion, eagerly swallowed up by his ardently sucking sister.
Buddy swung his hips upward one last time as the last of his hot juice shot into Barbra's pussy. With a final moan, he relaxed while his sister, still hot, squirmed on his lap.
"Oh, John, I wasn't ready yet! Can you get it up again?" Barbra rubbed her sopping box against the limp cock curling against his leg. It always took her a long time to come the first time, in spite of how hot she was.
"Can't right now, Barb. Come on, be a good girl and get off. Let my cock breathe awhile if you want it up again." He patted his sister on her cute white ass with one hand, and removed Janna's hand from his balls with the other.
Janna removed her mouth from her brother's dwindling cock reluctantly. Her pussy was throbbing madly. She fell backwards on the floor, her black nightie falling open, exposing the wet core of her pulsating heat. "Play with me, Johnny. Or you, Buddy. I'm too hot to wait for either of you to get it up again."
Buddy looked at his equally hot sister and grinned. "I'm too tired right now, Janna. And so's John. But I bet Barbra could help you out."
Barbra looked down at the creamy thighs and the naked cunt they cradled. She wet her bottom lip. Her own excitement was painfully demanding. "Oh, yes, Janna. Let me. You don't have to do anything to me. Just let me.... "
"No!" Janna shut her eyes . " I keep telling you, that's not my thing. Maybe later, but not right now. I want one of you boys to play with me. Come on, I'm so damn hot!"
Barbra kept her eyes glued to the pale cleft surrounded by seductive black lace. "Oh, Janna, damn it, close your eyes and you couldn't tell which of us is licking your hole! Let me show you. Please." She reached down and stroked her own pussy.
Buddy and John watched the two girls without saying a word. Buddy wanted his sister to win, and John was growing excited at the thought of two girls together. He couldn't imagine what it would be like.
Janna was silent a moment. "You really get your kicks with another chick, huh?" She opened her eyes and saw the girl standing over her, a slim hand buried in her own pussy. "You wouldn't expect me to do it back to you, would you?"
Barbra grinned suddenly. "No, silly! I just want to suck on you awhile. That's all. I'm so hot that I think I could come just from kissing your pretty pussy. Besides, if you don't let me, I'd have to beat off looking at your between the legs. So I'd be coming with you, anyway." She got to her knees before Janna, still staring at the sandy floss between the girl's legs.
"I don't know . . . " Janna said faintly, but she knew it was only a pose. Somehow she wanted to protest all the way through the act, as if in some way that would make the thrill even more delicious. "I don't know if I should let you lick me....
Barbra bent quickly over the outstretched body, pausing only long enough to push down the bodice of her nightgown, exposing her two cherry-tipped breasts.
The first thing Janna felt was two spiky nipples brushing the insides of her parted legs. Then a sudden hot breath was passing between her thighs. "No, I don't think I can let you suck on me.... " A wet mouth began kissing its way down over Janna's mouth. The girl gasped, but when she spoke her voice was the same indecisive whine, as if nothing at all were happening at the base of her belly. "It's not right for you to want to lick my pussy....Oh! Oooh!" Janna spread her legs further as Barbra's pointed tongue found and dug into her sopping hole. "No, Barbra, I don't think you should do that. . . . " She made a halfhearted effort to push the girl away.
Barbra moaned into the fragrant, steaming twat surrounding her face and held on even tighter. Now that she was actually lapping Janna's delicious pussy she was not about to give it up. She darted her tongue into the older girl's hole, then licked upwards until her tongue was lined up with Janna's jutting clitoris. She made her tongue soft and lazy as she skillfully tickled the sensitive flesh. Her own cunt was juicing wildly. Janna was only the third vagina she had lapped, and the newness was immensely exciting to the girl. She held the flowerlike outer lips open with one hand and began to squeeze her own breasts with the other.
"Play with Janna's tits, Sis," Buddy called out. "She's got the bitchinest tits I've ever seen." His own cock was beginning to lengthen out a bit.
"No! I don't want you to touch my tits! Keep your queer hands to yourself, Barbra!" Janna moaned quietly as the girl's hands roamed upwards towards her big breasts. She couldn't keep her legs still-Barbra's tongue was doing crazy things to her pussy, lapping it as no man had ever lapped it, knowing exactly where and when to nibble. Then two strong, small hands were squeezing her tits, bruising the stiffening nipples, kneading the flesh with a passion that hinged on fury.
At the addition of the hands, Janna gave up the game. "Oh! Barbra! Squeeze them harder! Even harder! Squeeze the tips hard! Stick your tongue in me again! Lap my hole! Don't stop! Don't stop! Give me more! Bite my clit, baby! Oooh, that's the way! Bite it again! Yes...yes.... " Janna swayed back and forth on the rug, completely giving herself to the tongue and hands of the younger girl.
Barbra was buried in the wetness of Janna's slit. She could scarcely breath, but it didn't matter. Her hands were overflowing with exquisite woman flesh, and the spicy, musty scent of the other girl was the most exciting perfume she'd ever smelled. Shaking her head from side to side like a playful pussycat with a ball of wool in its mouth, Barbra teased the sensitive flesh without mercy. She pushed her own throbbing cunt into the rug, rubbing it against the weave, begging release. Her excitement was so intense that she knew she was only seconds away from a massive orgasm, but she was determined to bring Janna to hers first.
She didn't have long to wait. Janna was half sobbing with agony as Barbra crushed her tender breasts under her palms and sucked and bit every inch of her pussy. Crying out finally, she bit down on the balled fist in her mouth and exploded all over Barbra's face, convulsing flesh throbbing out a long, violent orgasm.
As if unlocking a gate, Barbra's own contractions rocked through her belly. She glued her sucking mouth to Janna's hole and rode out the sensations, grinding her throbbing box into the rug beneath her. Finally she relaxed her oral grip on the pulsing vagina. For the first time in what seemed an eternity, Barbra took a really deep breath.
Janna sighed, shuddered, and finally drew her knees together. Feeling marvelous and relaxed, she opened her eyes to discover two swollen cocks advancing on her.
Buddy was the first to speak. "Man, that was some scene! I thought I was going to come along with you. In another minute or two I would have. Look what you did to us!" He pointed down at his and John's erections. "What are you going to do about it?" He grinned.
Janna smiled, but waved him away. "You weren't willing to do anything about me before, so why should I do anything for you?"
Barbra languidly got up and dropped down to the couch. She inspected the empty coffee table. "I'm hungry again. Did we eat all the tuna sandwiches?"
Her brother turned to her, laughing. "I think you've eaten all the fish in the house. How about a nice meat sandwich?" He indicated his heavy cock.
She grabbed the straining flesh and giggled. "That might do. But first I want to take a shower. I won't be long. Listen, why don't you all get into the folks' bed? There's plenty of room for all of us there. We can have fun all night long. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me." John looked down sheepishly at his stiff prick. "I guess this will wait."
Janna patted it fondly. "Right you are. I want to clean up, too. Why don't you boys wait for us in bed? I like the idea of finding the two of you there." She headed toward the bathroom. "Coming, Barb?"
"I already did," the girl teased. "Now you can rub my back with a soapy wash rag. Fair is fair."
Buddy grinned at the younger boy and nodded toward the other door. "What say we hit the sack? We can get in a little rest until they come back. If Janna's anything like my sister, they'll be in there an hour, getting pretty."
They walked through the dark rooms together, Buddy in the lead. He pulled back the spread before climbing into bed.
"Won't your parents be sore if you mess up the bed?" John asked hesitantly, getting in after Buddy.
"Naw. They're so dumb. If we mess up the sheets or anything, we'll just strip the bed and put the linens in the washer. Mom's got millions of sheets, and they all look the same. She'd never know. Man, I really dig these king-size beds. They're the greatest."
They were quiet for a few minutes, staring at the blackness where the ceiling should be. Finally Buddy spoke. "You still got a hard-on?"
"Half. Watching those girls do that got me hot."
"Me too." Buddy reached down and scratched his balls. "Mine is still pretty hard. Boy, did Barbie ever lick your sister off good!" He laughed. After a moment he added, "Hey, this is dumb! What are we doing in the sack with our clothes on? Let's strip so we'll be ready. For the girls, I mean."
"Sure." John skinned off his shirt and wriggled out of his tight Levi's. He kicked his shoes off and bent over to peel off his socks. By the time he laid back against the pillow again, Buddy was equally naked. Again the two young boys were silent. John was surprised to find that his prick was once again getting bone hard.
As if reading his mind, Buddy spoke. "Man, if those chicks don't get here soon, I'm going to give my next load to old rosy palm. My joint is really stiff."
"Mine, too." John felt the cool air on his dick. It did nothing to cool his cock, though.
"Not like mine. Wow!" After a pause, Buddy's voice was little more than a suggestive whisper. "Feel it and see."
"What?" John felt his heart begin to hammer. He'd never touched a cock other than his own.
"I said touch my cock. Feel how hard it is. What's the matter, can't you hear all of a sudden?" Buddy's voice conveyed just a touch of hostility.
John hesitated uncertainly. Buddy sounded annoyed, almost angry. He didn't want the older boy to be mad at him. "You really want me to touch your cock?" The thought didn't especially thrill John, but his stiff prick wasn't deflated by it, either.
"Sure, How else can you see how hard it is? Hurry up, it's so hard it hurts."
Gingerly John reached down, grazing first the soft hairs on Buddy's flat belly. The hair got thicker and more wiry as John got lower on the boy's torso. Then his fingertip brushed the head of Buddy's cock. A drop of sticky goo seeping out of the swollen prick seemed to burn the younger boy's finger. "It is hard," John whispered.
Buddy's voice was thick. "Not like that! Hold it! Put your fingers around it. Go on."
John stiffly encircled his friend's big shaft with his hand. Buddy's penis felt strange in his hand, more menacing, somehow, than his own. Yet when the cock twitched its pleasure at being held, John felt a reciprocal twitch in his own dick. "It's even harder than mine," he admitted after a moment, withdrawing his hand.
"No! Don't let go. Hold it again," Buddy urged softly. "Go on, hold it. Play with it, John. It feels good in your hand. Play with it a little. Just for a few minutes, okay?"
"I don't want to, Buddy. Let's wait for the girls, huh?" But his protest was as insincere as his sister's. His own prick was too hard to be patient at this point.
"I can't wait, John. Listen, you play with mine a little, and I'll mess around with yours. Touch it again." Buddy brought John's hand to his burning flesh and then reached out for John's hot cock.
Buddy's prick was bumping John's hand, and his friend's hand on his own cock was undeniably exciting. John let the nudging meat creep into his hand. In seconds the two boys were gently pumping each other's cock.
"That feels good. Do it really slowly, the way I'm doing it to you. Ah, that feels great.... " Buddy closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being jacked off while jacking his friend off. He wanted John to get real used to the touch of his cock before suggesting the next step....
Janna and Barbra watched the big tub fill with bubbles and made a halfhearted effort to stop laughing. They had decided on an elegant bath or nothing, so they had dumped a little of every bath oil, power, and lotion in the house into the tub. A small light in the shape of a pink rosebud and a flickering candle gave off the only illumination in the room, just enough to see each other and the crazily rising tower of soap bubbles. They were on their knees on the pink fuck rug watching the bubbles and waiting for the tub to fill.
Janna stopped giggling and looked at the younger girl. She smiled slightly. "You really liked what you were doing to me before. Why?"
Shrugging, Barbra reached out and fondled one of Janna's juglike breasts. "Why not?" she asked kittenishly. "It's a crazy feeling. I dig it.
Didn't it feel good?"
Janna nodded slowly. "It felt plenty good to me. But what do you get out of it?" She pulled away from the gently rubbing fingers.
"You should try it some time. It's really groovy." Barbra's eyes flickered over the sexy older girl. "Anyone would want to kiss you all over. You have the prettiest body I ever saw. I wish I looked like you."
Janna looked at the darker girl in amazement. "You're putting me on!" She stared into Barbra's pretty face. The teenager was a little doll. Janna studied Barbra's body in the thin nightie. There wasn't a thing wrong with her body, either. It was slimmer and less curvy than her own, a very different kind of body, but beautiful too.
"I am not putting you on! You've got the best body of any girl I've ever seen." The smaller girl's eyes were hot. "Let me suck your titties, Janna, okay? Just for a little while. Until the bath water is ready. It would feel so nice."
"Why don't you just wait until we get in bed with our brothers? You'll have lots of sex then." Janna yawned as she spoke, raising her fantastic breasts, pushing them against the transparent fabric. The ample nipples seemed to cut through the lace.
Barbra leaned closer to her friend. "Then let me suck them a little so I'll be nice and hot for the boys. It'll make you all ready for them, too."
Before Janna could reply, the darker girl was gently pushing back the robe, exposing the two huge mounds. She stared hard at the puckered marbles that tipped them, and slowly brought her mouth to one. She kissed the tip softly. The kiss lasted a very long time. Finally Barbra's mouth opened and her long pink tongue flickered wetly. . . .
John's temples were pounding now. His friend's skillful manipulation of his prick had him skirting the edge of orgasm, but never quite let him get there. At the crucial moment Buddy's hand would slow, change rhythm, or stop altogether. He had brought John to the verge over and over again, and now the pain in his balls warned him that he had better come or regret it. He had long since given up worrying about what he and Buddy were doing with each other-or when the girls would be back. Due to Buddy's hand, all John could think of was coming. And soon. His own hand was still working on Buddy's prick, but erratically, forgetting his task when his own pleasure became too great. "Please, Buddy . . . " He moaned, when the hand once again stopped a moment short of perfection.
"Wanna feel something really great?" Buddy released the boy's meat entirely. He had stretched it out as long as possible, this business of exciting John. "Turn over on to your stomach."
"What.. . "
"Don't argue! Turn over. This is going to feel real fine. Hurry up." Buddy reached over to the spot where his mother always kept some Vaseline. The tube was there.
Confused, John turned over. Flat on his stomach, he pounded a pillow and stuck it under his cheek. "What.. . "
Buddy climbed onto his friend swiftly. He instigated himself between John's naked thighs and was busily greasing his rigid cock before John knew what was going on. But Buddy, didn't give him time to protest.
"Listen, just hold still a minute, huh? Take it easy. See if this doesn't feel real good." Buddy squeezed out a gob of Vaseline and reached between the narrow cheeks of John's ass. He found the little indentation quickly. "That feels good, doesn't it?" He rubbed a little of the Vaseline into the crack. Gently he introduced the tip of one finger into the tight hole. Another fingerful of Vaseline followed, all applied so gently and sensuously that John was moaning softly into the pillow and his cock was twitching threateningly.
After a few minutes Buddy applied another layer of lubricant to his dick, poined himself over his friend's ass, and slammed his hips forward.
Janna was on her back on the pink rug, her arms stretched out, her head thrown back. Barbra was riding her, her mouth glued hotly to Janna's marvelous nipple.
"God! You do that so good! Yes, bite it! Oh, yes, yes....You're sucking it so hard...it feels so good.... " Janna was near exploding just from the way the girl was sucking her tits.
Suddenly Barbra tore her mouth from the milky flesh and looked up. "Oh! The bath water!" She got to her knees and peeked at the tub. "Oh, just perfect!"
Janna looked up, her hot eyes clouded. "Are you going to stop? I mean, are you just going to...stop? I mean.... "
Barbra giggled. "I know what you mean, honey. Don't worry about it. Don't worry about a thing." She got up and threw off her gown. "Take yours off, Janna." Gingerly, the girl stepped into the sea of pink-tinted bubbles. She sat down in the hot water slowly. The bubbles barely covered her high young breasts. "Now you come here."
Janna followed immediately. "Climb up over me this way. . . . " She gestured for the other girl to straddle her face just beyond reach of the bubble sea.
Janna looked down into Barbra's sexy face. It seemed strangely separated from the bubbly body under it. The older girl arranged herself as comfortably as possible, ending up with her pussy swaying provocatively over Barbra's parted lips. A furious desire rushed through Janna's belly at the thought of the girl lapping her cunt again in a second or two. Immediately she felt herself beginning to cream expectantly. Trembling, she threw her head back and waited for the first, shocking moment of impact, not knowing where the tongue would lash at her first.
Slowly, deliberately, Barbra pointed her tongue and lifted it toward the waiting girl straddling her face, knowing that the first instant of contact would bring the older girl to a screaming orgasm. . . .
John's screams were muffled by the pillow, but screaming itself was something of a waste of time. In seconds Buddy had driven his big cock all the way up John's asshole, lodging it into the tiny opening up to his balls. Once there he held perfectly still.
Finally the pain in John's rectum subsided. "Take it out, Buddy! That hurts! Take your cock out of my asshole, damn it!" It was almost impossible for him to dislodge the older, larger boy.
"Hey, calm down, John! Hold still. Stop fighting me and it won't hurt so bad. I'm sorry I rammed it into you like that, but it's the only way to get it in the first time. It'll stop hurting in a minute or two. Then it'll start feeling real good. Honest. Just hold still."
Neither youth moved or spoke. John's asshole did seem to relax enough to accept the massive intruder.
When Buddy spoke again, his voice was thick with passion. "You've got my cock in you, John. You're riding my cock. You're getting fucked, man. Your asshole will never be the same again." He gave an experimental nudge with his dick. John winced with pain, but only for a second.
Oddly, Buddy's gruff voice reminded John of the urgency in his cock. While the strange sensation in his anus wasn't exactly pleasant, it seemed to be-touching something deep up him that didn't feel altogether bad.
"Ooh...I'm fucking you, John, you're being fucked!" Buddy was moving slowly now, but steadily, feeding cock into the tight asshole, withdrawing it, feeding it back in again.
A hot core of lust was flickering in John's balls, growing stronger with every word, every stroke from the thick shaft up his ass.
"You're like my chick while I'm fucking you, John. Your ass is like a pussy...you're taking my prick so nice...Like a little chick....
Maybe I'll let you suck it later....I bet you'd be a good cocksucker."
The words seemed to have a soothing effect on John. That something deep up his insides was being stroked nicely now by Buddy's thick joint.
His own cock, forced into the bedding, was hot and rock hard. "I don't want to suck you," he whispered weakly, hardly aware of what Buddy was saying.
"But you didn't want me to fuck you, either. But now you like it, don't you?" The boy began beating his hips faster against John. "In another minute I'm going to come in your ass. I'm going to fill your asshole with my cream."
Then John felt it. It began suddenly, a quivering sensation deep in his balls and far up his asshole. The sensation spread out like a match landing on oil...he pressed forward so that his cock could rub against the sheets more. Immediately his prick erupted, spewing his boiling love juice all over the bedding. "Ooh! God! Yes! Yes.... "
Buddy's own balls emptied into the other boy's asshole. He gripped the slim hips tightly while he pounded into them. With a final shudder he pulled himself out of John and rolled over. "Man, that felt good! I got to do that to you again real soon." He sighed.
Now that the cock was gone, John's tender asshole was sore. He could feel his friend's come dripping out of him. "Next time we switch places, Buddy. Okay?"
"What?" Buddy got up on one elbow. "You think I'm queer or something?" Then he started laughing. "Sure, next time you get to be man on top. If you can catch me, that is."
Janna was coming again. The soapy bubbles were tickling her ass while Barbra was tormenting her pussy with her deft tongue. Both girls were covered with white bubbles and the slick-ness of their flesh against each other added an extra excitement.
Barbra gave Janna a moment to calm down, then she took her hand. "Let's get out of this before I drown." She could taste soapy water all the way down to her tonsils.
Two huge bath towels covered them completely. They giggled at each other. The large mirror reflected them prettily, standing there pink-tinged, their hair piled on top of their heads, garbed only in terry cloth.
Barbra reached for Janna's towel, loosened it, and began to dry her friend. Her hands moved slowly, lingering over the pink-purple-nippled breasts and the soft sweet belly. Their eyes remained on the mirror, enjoying their sexy twins as they enjoyed each other.
Finally Barbra pushed away the towel entirely, letting it drop to the ground. Her own followed shortly.
Janna stared at her body in the glass, liking the way Barbra's hands were manipulating her flesh. She watched one of the hands slide down over her dimpled belly and tangle in the hairs of her pussy. But the hand didn't stop there, it threaded its way further into the jungle, parting the furry lips as it descended. Suddenly the fingers plunged into Janna's hole.
"Spread your legs. No, better still, put one leg up on the tub. That's it. Now . . . " She began to pump her finger in and out of Janna's cunt.
Janna began to sway on the finger. The erotic touch of watching it happen to her made the hand job far more thrilling than ever before. She put a hand on the sink to steady herself. "Ooh, that's so good.... "
Gently Barbra used her free hand to bring Janna's hand to her own belly. She moved carefully, innocently, all the while reaming Janna's pussy with her long finger. The older girl had her fingers tangled in Barbra's pubic hair and seemed unaware of it. At least she made no move to pull away.
"Go a little faster...yes...put it all the way in me...yes...that's it...keep that up and I'll come in a minute. . . . " Janna bucked on the finger, wriggling her ass to force it deeper inside. Dimly she realized that Barbra was making her play with her pussy. Her slitted eyes saw the X formed by their arms as they jerked each other off. But it didn't seem to matter much right then. The girl was too involved with the good feeling.
Barbra guided the inexperienced hand to her hole, firmed Janna's forefinger, and nudged it inside her body. Her cunt was slick and ready...the other girl's finger was like an electric shock. "You're not the only one who will be coming," she moaned, matching her movements to Janna's. At the start Janna did nothing more than allow her hand to be used, but at her friend's words, she began swiftly jerking her hand back and forth.
Together they worked each other's cunt. Janna's hand brought Barbra to orgasm first. The younger girl doubled over the plunging finger and moaned loudly as the spasm hit her. As soon as she had recovered, she renewed her attack on her friend's box. In seconds she had Janna moaning too.
Barbra giggled as they hung up the towels and slipped on their nighties. "I almost forgot about the boys. But I'm sure they managed to amuse themselves somehow." Giggling, the girls headed through the darkness for the master bedroom.
John was dozing and Buddy was snoring by the time the girls tumbled into the bed, but their giggles revived them at once.
"Fell asleep on us, huh?" Barbra slapped playfully at her brother's cock.
"Who us? Never!" Buddy moved over until his sister was next to him, with John on her other side and Janna on the outer edge.
"You know what would wake me up? A nice round-robin daisy chain. Just to get in the mood." Buddy rubbed his soft cock. He had wiped away most of the Vaseline, but the flesh was still a little slippery.
Barbra was obliging. She shucked off her gown, bent over and began sucking her brother's cock.
"Now you suck her," Buddy ordered John. "Just get on your side and lick her between the legs."
Hesitantly, John did as he was told, surprised by the saltiness and wetness of Barbra's cunt. But in a second or two he started enjoying his task.
Janna didn't have to be told what to do. She sucked her brother's cock into her mouth, meanwhile twisting her body around so that Buddy could lick her twat at the same time.
They worked on each other for a while. Buddy's cock took a few minutes to harden, but John's got stiff almost on contact. Finally Buddy pulled away.
"Now reverse it," he suggested. They did.
Barbra started it by sucking John instead of her brother, then Buddy began licking Barbra, John worked on Janna's slit, and Janna ate Buddy.
The next switch brought Janna's face to the pillow, and Barbra's face to Janna's pussy. Buddy guided John to his cock and put his own head back on the pillow next to Janna's face. Barbra started her task at once. But John protested. Buddy reached over and kissed Janna hard on the lips, his tongue flicking over her pointed teeth. "Tell your brother to suck me, baby. He'll do it it you tell him to. Tell him. I want to play with your beautiful tits and kiss you while the two of them are eating us."
Janna grinned. "Do what Buddy tells you, sweetheart," she whispered to her kid brother. "Go on, put it in your mouth. It won't hurt you. It won't even spit at you. Will it, Buddy?"
"Naw. I won't come in you now. I promise. I just want you to suck it for me. Be a good sport. I'll suck you later, I promise."
Janna bumped her pussy farther into Barbra's mouth. "Suck him or you'll never come to one of our parties again," she said flatly, bored with coaxing him.
The last thing John wanted was his older sister mad or ashamed of him. If she regretted bringing him to this party, everything would be over for them. He would have to go back to contenting himself with rare peeks at her through the doorway. He opened his mouth and took the cock which had so recently hurt him between his lips.
"That's the way, kid. That feels good. Suck a little harder. Play with my balls, too." Buddy patted the boy on his head, then turned his attention to Janna, kissing her while his fingers mashed her breasts the way she liked.
John hardly knew what to do with the massive lump of flesh attempting to lodge itself in his throat. He wanted to be sick as a drop of slimy fluid dripped down his throat, but it was more important that he please Janna. There was something about her, something about the idea of doing it to his own sister, that excited him more than anything. The thought made him want to fuck her right then and there. In spite of his dislike for the cock in his mouth, John felt his cock get harder than ever.
Barbra broke away first. "Did you hear that?" She cocked her head to one side. "There! God, someone's knocking at the door! I better go see who it is." She scooted off the bed and grabbed her gown. Combing her hair with her fingers, she started out of the room. "Listen, if I yell up something like is everyone asleep? don't say anything, just straighten up and get to your own rooms." Then she was gone.
Janna and Buddy swapped one last kiss, then pulled apart. John was sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching his own magnificent erection waning.
A few minutes later Barbra's voice rang out of the darkness. "Janna! Come down here, please. Someone to see you."
Janna shrugged, blew a kiss to the two boys, and went off in search of her clothing. She dressed quickly, then hurried off to see who her mysterious caller could be.
Frank stood just inside the front door. "Come on, Sis, we have to split."
"Now? Why? Mom said I could stay the whole night!"
"I'll explain outside. Come on." He nodded to Barbra, then started for his car.
Janna hurried after him. "What's wrong, Frank? Is anything wrong with Mom or Dad?"
Frank shrugged. "I don't know. Dad's not home yet and Mother is frantic. I figured we might go see if we couldn't find the old man." He started the engine. "I figured you might know where he could be."
Janna looked at him sharply. Frank was too smart to think she might know her father's favorite bars. That obviously wasn't the real reason he wanted her along....Perhaps...the night before...in his room...with John. Immediately Janna was more excited than she had been all night long. She didn't have long to wonder, either.
Frank pulled over alongside a dark orange grove. He turned off the motor. It was then Janna realized her brother had been drinking.
He reached into the glove compartment for an opened bottle. "Want some?" He held the bottle out to her. "Do I ever!" Janna took a quick swig, winced, then returned the booze to Frank. He was looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Janna felt her nipples tingle under his covert inspection.
He didn't seen to know where to start. She wanted to help. With great casualness she dropped her hand to his leg just below his thigh. With her other hand she began to yank at her bra strap, as if something was wrong.
"Got a problem?" he asked thickly.
"Yeah, this strap is breaking, I think. Is it? Take a look, will you?" Meanwhile she had arranged it so that one peek inside her blouse would reveal her entire breast, even its juicy bud.
One peek was enough for Frank. "Shit!" He reached down and unzipped his fly. The largest cock Janna had ever seen popped into her hand. Her fingers could hardly cover three quarters of it. But she was given little time to play before his big hand was hard on the back of her head, forcing it down to his lap.
She opened her mouth to take in her brother's cock. Its thickness stretched her lips as taut as they could go. But it didn't matter, she was finally sucking her big brother's prick, actually had it in her mouth, tasted the slimy fluid that told her he was as eager as she....It seemed almost impossible to take more than the head in her mouth, but she was determined to suck on every inch of it. Her belly blazed with desire.
His rough fingers had thrust aside her bra and blouse and were fondling her soft tits, pinching at the hard nipples. Her cunt was on fire, but abandoned. She forced her throat to stretch to accommodate his member. At last she had every last inch of him in her mouth. She held it there as long as she could, not breathing, then finally expelled him slowly, allowing her throat muscles to relax. She began to move on his cock smoothly.
"Damn, Janna, you know how to suck! I knew you would! You little cocksucker...my sister, a damn fine cocksucker. . . . " he groaned drunkenly. "Keep that up and I'm gonna give you a mouthful of come, kid...ooh...keep doing that! Lick the head a little more...ooh, that's good, that's so fucking good.... "
He moaned and mauled her breasts almost viciously. "I saw you and John on the bed...and I thought of how we used to play around when we were kids....No, suck harder, harder, yes, that's it, damn it, that's so good! I saw you fuck John...I couldn't think of anything else all day long. It's been driving me out of my mind. My cock's been on fire all day. I couldn't stand it anymore.... I damn near went out of my mind.... " He began to thrust his meat down her throat. "Just keep sucking me...You got me so hot last night I damn near raped that cute little Jennings girl when she opened the door in that little gown thing. Is John getting some of that too? Ooh, you suck so good. . . . "
Janna knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, so she began tickling him under the balls. He went wild. Suddenly Janna was swallowing to keep from drowning. She got every drop of his precious milk, then sucked the head to catch any last taste. Only when his dick was shriveled and empty would she let it slip out from between her teeth.
Frank reached into the glove compartment, grabbed the bottle and took another long, healthy swig.
Janna was trembling on the seat next to him. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you, Frank." She played with his cock. "I even thought of sneaking into your bed at night and sucking you while you slept. That's why I went over to the Jennings tonight-I was so hot thinking about you I had to do something."
"What's going on over there, anyway?" He stared down at her naked tits.
"We're partying. You know, all in one bed having fun. Do you want to join us? We have so much fun, Frank. You'd love it."
He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. "What exactly do you do?"
Janna shrugged. "Oh, you know, everything. We fuck and suck each other, everything." She giggled. "I think John got fucked by Buddy tonight. And I got sucked off by that cute little Barbra you like so much."
The cock in Janna's hand was suddenly stiff as a board.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Frank started the car nosily.
"I left the door unlocked. Let's sneak in and surprise them."
The first noise the brother and sister heard was a peculiar slap-slap sound and Barbra's ecstatic sobbing. They tiptoed into the room and stood noiselessly by the bed until their eyes adjusted to the darkness. They soon realized why Barbra sounded out of her mind. John was on one side of her naked body, fucking her tight little slit, while her brother was on the other side, fucking her extra tight little asshole. Each boy seemed to be moving at his own speed, indifferent to the girl's body except as a receptacle for their lust. But Barbra seemed not at all bothered by their seeming indifference. She seemed to be having the time of her young life.
The scene immediately affected Frank. He grabbed his sister and pushed her back on the rug. He had his cock in his hand at once.
Janna helpfully struggled out of her panties and lifted her skirt. He plowed into her at the moment she got free of the panties. Then her groans joined those of the girl on the bed. Smiling, Janna knew it was going to be a great night....
CHAPTER FOUR
Julie Travis got up, walked to the wet bar and fixed herself another Scotch and water. She took the drink toward the coffee table and set it down on a coaster. But somehow she couldn't sit down herself. Instead she paced in front of the mirror, glancing at herself from time to time.
Her reflection alone should have been com forting. Julie was more beautiful than ever, her fine blonde beauty polished by the years that stripped other women of their loveliness. Her body was as supple as a girl's, large breasted and slim waisted. Frustrated, Julie turned away from her reflection.
She sank down on the couch and took another sip of her drink, trying to understand what was happening to her life, to her marriage. Nothin made sense any longer. Nothing. She tried to figure out when it had begun, this dissatisfaction, when her husband had begun to drift away from her....When he took to preferring bars to his own home.
Thinking made her thirsty. She soon got up to refill her glass. She passed the mirror again on her way back to the couch. The lacy white robe made her look angelic. She stared at herself, then undid the ties, allowing the folds of lace to fall away from her body. Her firm breasts came into view, as high and lovely as a girl half her age. The flesh of her torso was tight and creamy, indented properly, curved where it should, lean where it should be lean. Her tummy was rounded the slightest bit, a feature Kurt had always loved. And the plump cup of her sex was softly flossed, fresh-looking, anything but angelic.
Julie dimly recalled a funny comment about that triangle of pleasure of hers...what was it? Oh, yes.... "A hot pussy that bites back at you. . . . " She smiled, then tightened her lips, remembering that it was Marcie Edwards who had said it. Marcie was Julie's roommate at college and her best friend all the way through high school. It had been years since she had thought of Marcie.
Leaving the robe open and floating freely around her body, Julie went to the couch. She leaned back against the cushions and remembered. It no longer seemed necessary to put Marcie out of her mind. How had it started? Yes, she remembered. That day in Marcie's room, when Marcie was crying over something or other. Julie had hugged her friend to console her. When Marcie had stopped crying Julie never knew, but all of a sudden Julie became aware of Marcie's cheek pressing against her young breasts in a way that was doing crazy things to her insides. Marcie's short, dark hair rubbed against her throat, and her hands encircled Julie's waist tightly. Julie was about to protest, when Marcie's lips suddenly touched her own. A small spark caught fire in the pit of Julie's belly.
"Oh, Julie...Julie.... " Marcie had moaned, kissing her again. "You feel so soft, so sweet.. . not like me at all.... "
But Julie was enjoying the feel of Marcie's hard boyish body against her own. Her friend's hard little tits flattened her own larger breasts.
"Your tits feel so nice, Julie.... I want to touch them. I want to see them. Let me, Julie...let me.... " But she didn't wait for permission. Her hands each claimed a high-nippled breast and squeezed.
A shock passed through the fifteen-year-old Julie's body as the other girl played with her breasts. She didn't protest when Marcie began undressing her.
Marcie had seemed guided by instinct on what was also her first overt homosexual experience. She fondled the other girl eagerly, until finally she pushed her back on the bed. "I want to feel you against me. Naked." Marcie got up and took off her slacks, nearly ripping the fabric in her haste. She slipped out of her panties and hurried back to the naked girl on the bed, coming down on top of Julie, fitting herself between the blonde's white thighs.
Julie didn't know what to expect-she wasn't so innocent as to be dumb about how men and women worked in bed, but she had no idea what Marcie intended to accomplish in this position. She soon found out. The wiry fur of Marcie's cunt grated against the nearly smooth mound of Julie's little cunt. She felt her snug outer lips being parted by the other's rubbing action, and soon her sensitive little clitoris was being tickled by hair and flesh.
Marcie, driven by instinct again, reached down and parted her own nether lips, bringing the head of her clitoris in line with Julie's oiled nubbin of excitement. Groaning, Marcie began to rock up and back, meanwhile fondling the blonde girl's lovely breasts and nipples.
The movement had scarcely begun when Julie felt her stomach contract violently. Before she could identify what was happening, she was caught up in a series of spasms that felt like nothing before, nothing she could relate it to.
Marcie looked down at her friend tenderly. "Wow! You came already!" Then, with a trace of pride, "You came! I made you come!"
Julie blinked at her friend mutely, then understanding reached her. She blushed furiously. Until that moment she had thought that only boys came.
Marcie began to move on the girl again. In seconds both teenagers were caught in the grip of orgasm. . . .
Julie got off the couch and refilled her glass at the bar. The liquor and the memories were beginning to affect her. It was difficult, if not impossible, to stop the memories once they had been awakened.
She walked carefully back to the couch, her head fuzzy, her cunt beginning to juice. This time she laid back on the couch, using the arm for a pillow, allowing her long blonde hair to flow loosely by removing two huge pins. The filmy robe, still open, leaving her body merely framed by white lace.
She wondered where Marcie was now. What had happened to the girl after she had left her to marry Kurt? In the wonder of Kurt's love for her the entire episode with Marcie had seemed a little dirty. Julie had decided on a clean break. She had not wanted to hurt Marcie. In her own way she had loved Marcie. If she hadn't, never could she have brought herself to do the things she had done to Marcie. Again she remembered.
For almost a year the two girls had played with each other at every opportunity. They progressed to fingering each other almost at once. But it wasn't until Marcie had found her oldest brother's collection of pornography that she introduced the next phase. Julie recalled the first time.
The two girls were spending the night over at Marcie's house. As a treat, Marcie had hidden her brother's pictures under her pillow. They looked at them with the help of a flashlight. Julie recalled how hot she got at the pictures of men and women in various positions.
Marcie had saved the best ones for the last. They showed two woman, young and pretty, in various poses. Playing with each other, dry-fucking each other, and, finally, eating each other.
Marcie got right to the point. "Wanna try that? Want me to do that to you?"
Julie nodded excitedly. She wriggled out of her pajama bottoms.
Marcie didn't bother with any preliminaries. She parted her friend's thighs and began to lap at the crack.
Moaning, Julie spread her legs more, and by a series of wriggling and turning, brought Marcie's tongue just where she wanted it. She came at once. "Now you try it," Marcie urged, lying down on the bed.
Julie remembered that initial stab at eating pussy-it had been more interesting than exciting. But before too long she came to enjoy it also. Then they would spend long moments whenever they could, sixty-nining each other....
A deep sigh escaped Julie's lips. She lifted one leg and rested it on the back of the couch, letting her other perfect leg drop to the rug. The memories stirred her to the point of intense excitement. It had been years since she had had to resort to this...but Kurt had been so strange lately...so had she...yet she was nervous...on edge....She lowered her hand to her golden triangle. Maybe this would do her some good, relax her.... Her finger dipped into her juicing slit. Slowly she began to rub her hot little clit, her mind dredging up images of Marcie, flashes of Marcie's hand, her tongue....
She was terribly hot now, spurred on by the memories and the liquor. She used her finger skillfully, delighting herself but building slowly so that it wouldn't be over too soon. She was remembering now how pretty woman flesh could be, how it could taste, how it could feel.... Especially the body of a young girl, like Marcie at fifteen....She slowed her finger. That had been close, she'd almost come long before she intended to. The pounding in her temples subsided slowly. The throbbing in her cunt, however, continued to build deliciously.
Lennie entered the room silently. She spotted her mother immediately, spread-eagled on the couch, but it wasn't until the hand began to move that she realized what her mother was doing. All she saw at first was her beautiful, exquisite mother naked and asleep. A terrific heat spread through her limbs at the sight of the older woman. If only there were some way to go up to Julie, to touch that beautiful body without being seen or felt. . . .
Lennie was mature for her age. She had no illusions about herself that she knew about. She had found out last year that she liked girls, not boys. She had discovered that with a friend of hers when they camped out one night. The fact didn't particularly alarm her, just as the realization right now that she wanted to touch her own mother's body alarmed her. She accepted it with regret, knowing her chance for getting her wish was very small.
Half-hidden in the shadow of the overstuffed chair, Lennie was content to simply study her mother unobserved. It was a rare opportunity. Something had awakened her. She had gotten up, tiptoed into the other bedrooms and found everyone gone. Then she remembered that John and Janna, her sexy, gorgeously shaped older sister, were spending the night with the Jennings. Frank was out, but that wasn't unusual. Her dad was out also, and that, too, was no longer unusual. Although it was late for him to be out, especially with work the next day. But not finding her mother asleep in the middle of night was definitely unusual. She had decided to go downstairs and investigate. Now she was delighted that she had gone silently.
Then the hand began to move and Lennie realized what her mother was doing. Her excitement multiplied. As if in a daze, she inched her way toward the couch. As she neared the scent of sex and alcohol hit her nostrils. Lennie saw the empty glass spilled over onto the expensive rug. Her excitement surged as she realized her mother must be drunk. If not she'd have wiped up the spill by now. And she wouldn't be stretched naked on the couch, playing with herself.
Over the reclining body now, Lennie fastened her eyes to the blonde pussy with the long finger plunging inside it. There was no way to keep from touching her mother. No matter what happened, she had to feel the lovely flesh so invitingly displayed before her. But first she silently slipped off her pajama pants, all she wore under the thin robe. Then she got to her knees by the couch. Very lightly she began rubbing the inside of her mother's silky thigh.
At first the gentle hand seemed like an extension of Julie's memory. Marcie used to rub the insides of her thighs when she was licking her. The feeling was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that Julie had to stop tickling her cunt again. It was then that she realized the hand was real. A tremendous excitement began in her belly. Kurt was home. He had come into the room silently, had found her playing with herself, and had decided to join into her fantasy. This was more like the old days. The corners of her lips turned up. but she didn't open her eyes.
"Why don't you rub higher, darling?"
Lennie stifled a groan. Surely her mother thought it was her father who was playing with her leg, but perhaps in her drunken state the woman would never know the difference. Only one soft lamp was lit. Besides, the invitation was impossible to resist. The golden vee was irresistible. Her fingers slipped upwards. She might never get such an opportunity again ever. Besides, once she touched she would have the memory always.
Julie wondered at how well Kurt's hand fit into her fantasy. His touch was more like a woman's touch, soft and knowing. She withdrew her own hand as the fingers parted her pussy and stole inside. At once the fingertip found her hard clit and began troubling it. Julie moaned, longing now more than ever for Marcie....
Lennie couldn't stand it. Her mother's cunt felt wonderful. She wanted more of it. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to shoot her tongue into its mysterious folds. She bent over.
Julie groaned as if in pain at the contact of a hot tongue on her pussy. She swung her naked hips upward to intensify the feeling, her senses completely swallowed up in what was happening to her. She didn't have long to wait. Soon she was spilling over, trembling against the face between her legs. The explosion was enormous. She pushed into the sucking mouth as she came, sobbing her joy.
It was not until she began to breathe normally again before the realization came that it was not her husband between her legs. The absence of beard, the way she had been sucked...it was so hard to think. The tongue was beginning to move in her again. Struggling through the mire of her awakened lust, Julie forced herself to open her eyes and look down.
Lennie felt her mother shift around. She gave one last lick and looked up into Julie's shocked face.
"Lennie!" Julie almost fainted with surprise. She could find no words. If only the booze wasn't fogging her brain so badly....If only the throbbing in her hungry cunt wasn't so distracting. The realization that it was her own daughter that had been sucking her off didn't compute, therefore, she didn't know how to cope with it. The whole thing was some kind of crazy mistake. No way could she connect the exquisite tongue moving in her crotch with her angelic blonde little daughter.
Lennie assessed her mother's confusion at once. A shrewd girl, she moved quickly, throwing herself against the woman.
"Oh, Mother! I had the most horrible nightmare!"
Julie wrinkled her brow in confusion. What nightmare? Just what did a nightmare have to do with what must have just happened? But out of habit, the woman automatically stroked her daughter's long hair and allowed her to cling to her.
Lennie had buried her face in her mother's breasts. Soon she began to move her head from side to side, as if she were half asleep. Immediately Julie's nipples hardened. Delighted, Lennie pushed her advantage. She was nervous about playing around here in the living room where anyone might find them. She wanted to get her mother upstairs, to her bedroom. That way she could hear anyone coming if she were awake, and she would have nothing to worry about if she were asleep. What was wrong with a mother and daughter sleeping together?
"That nightmare frightened me. Can I please sleep with you tonight?" she asked, just as she had as a small child. "Please? Just this once?"
"But...but your father . . . . " Julie began, confusion in full control.
"He said it would be okay this once." Lennie got up swiftly and dumped some straight Scotch in her mother's empty glass. "Here, finish your drink, first."
Although Julie dimly suspected she had had more than enough to drink as it was, she took the glass and drained it, hoping the harshness would chase away a few cobwebs in her mind.
Lennie urged her to her feet. "Come on, Mother, let's go. . . . " She led her slowly up the stairs.
The cobwebs were now as thick as fog. The only thing that seemed to work well was her legs. But after all, they were well lubricated, turning in their greased sockets perfectly. Julie began to giggle. The heat between her legs felt so lovely. Marcie had such a nice tongue. No, Lennie did....A very nice tongue. Her little girl.... The wonder of it caused Julie to stop halfway up the stairs and plant a wet kiss on the blonde girl's lips.
Lennie looked deeply, adoringly into her mother's eyes. "Come on," she pressed, tugging gently on her mother's arm. "Hurry."
The bed felt like a hayloft to Julie. She fell on it giggling, rolling over and over. Lennie gently eased her out of her robe and dropped her down to the rug. She got into the bed next to her mother and immediately reached for Julie's breasts, her excitement too high for game playing.
"What are you doing, Lennie?" Julie whispered, meanwhile pushing her big tits further into the girl's hands.
"Playing with your tits, Mother. I love them. I love all of you. You have the sweetest little pussy, mother. I loved touching it. I want to touch it again. I want to kiss it again. I want you to touch and kiss my pussy, too, Mother.... "
In spite of her confusion, Lennie's words brought her to a pitch of excitement again. "No...no...no. . . . " Her protests were really more an unwillingness to have to cope with the fact of what they had done and were about to do again than out of dislike. But even as Julie protested, her own hands were busy on her daughter's pink-tipped breasts. Each little tit filled a hand exactly.
Lennie reached around and scooped up the satiny flesh of her mother's ass. She rubbed the flesh sensuously. "Yes...Yes. Not, no. . . . " Lennie rubbed harder, drawing Julie's pussy tightly against her own. "Yes. You're my mother...I'm your daughter...but I love eating your pussy and you're going to love eating mine. Yes. . . . " Her voice was nearly hypnotic.
Julie groaned as the hands playing with her ass began to dip in towards her asshole. She shuddered when one finger slipped into the tiny opening. But it was out again almost immediately, only a teasing gesture. Julie gripped the tits in her hand and fondled them lovingly. She was beyond thoughts or concerns. "Oh, yes, Lennie...yes...that feels so good.... "
Lennie began the slow twisting of her tight young body, turning on the flesh a bit at a time, moving her face down toward her mother's soft thighs, meanwhile bringing her own thighs toward her mother's mouth.
Julie felt her neck scissored by her daughter's adorable legs. Then the girl's delicious cunt was over her face. A terrific bolt of heat passed through Julie's own pussy as she remembered the long hours she'd spent lapping Marcie's cunt. Eagerly she reached up with her tongue.
Lennie felt the wonderful tongue dart into her hole. She immediately began to work on her mother's pussy. Soon both females were groaning into each other's cunt. They licked each other avidly, their hands busy on soft breasts, firm asses, tender assholes.
Julie was a mass of heat. Not even Marcie had such a luscious cunt, not even Marcie had so knowing a tongue. . . .
Lennie thought briefly of the five other females she had enjoyed. But none of them made her feel this way. None of them inflamed her pussy like this. . . .
As if alerted by a special signal, both began to spasm at the same time. They clung even more tightly to each other, grasped flesh more violently, and sobbed out their agony into each other's hot, steaming cunts....
At first Kurt didn't see them. The room was dark and he almost sat on the edge of his bed without looking down. He had undressed in the dark and decided against wearing anything. The evening was warm. It was his bare ass that brushed the hip of his youngest daughter. Startied, Kurt backed away from the king-size bed.
He walked into the ajoining bathroom and flicked on the small light. When he re-entered the bedroom, he left the door slightly ajar. A beam of yellow light cut across the bed, revealing his wife and youngest daughter, both completely naked, their heads almost touching, their bare limbs sprawling all over the bed. They were strangely innocent-looking in sleep. Kurt's first thought was tender, loving. He had never realized how much like his wife their youngest looked. And then the fact of their nakedness hit him. He sat down on the overstuffed chair and stared.
His eyes were almost lined up even with the lushly furred vee of their crotches. It had been years since he had come home to find one of his children cuddling in his bed, and he wondered why Lennie was here now. And naked. She was no longer a little girl. The extravagant beauty of her young body testified to that.
He knew he should cover them with a sheet and retire to the guest room for a little shuteye. He had to go to work in the morning and undoubtedly he'd have to take out time to explain to Julie why he'd been out so late. Besides, he was tired. Drained. He badly needed some sleep.
Yet he didn't move. He felt his cock harden. A certain lewd freedom made him enjoy sitting here naked while his wife and daughter slept naked in front of him. He felt his cock acting like it hadn't had any for months. Slowly he began to fondle it.
Immediately Kurt's excitement grew. He began to move his hand back and forth rapidly, his eyes unblinkingly on the naked flesh sprawled over the bed. He felt the head begin to rise in his balls. A mad desire to throw himself between their bodies was averted only by moving his hand even faster. Still, he could just feel himself plunging his big cock in his daughter's tight, virginal cunt while his wife played with his balls....He began to spurt, a violent eruption which covered his hand and his belly with a layer of milky wetness.
It was minutes before he could open his eyes. But when he did, reaching out to collect his clothing before getting up, he found it irresistible to look up into his daughter's face. For just the briefest of seconds, so short a time that Kurt couldn't really be sure of it, her blue eyes seemed to stare back at him. The slight smile was still there, when he looked a second time....
CHAPTER FIVE
Buddy Jennings and Susan Phillips drank their Cokes slowly, glancing out the window of the soda fountain. The after-school pedestrian traffic had slowed to an occasional couple or threesome.
"Hey! There she is!" Buddy got up and grabbed Susan's hand. "Come on! But play it cool, okay?"
They met the girl just as she reached the front door.
"Hi, Lennie! Haven't seen you for ages. Wanna ride home? I have the old man's car." Susan smiled, pointing to a cream-colored Caddy by the curb.
"Sure! Hi, Buddy." Lennie flashed Susan her best smile. Susan Phillips was a doll. Her long red hair was natural. Lennie wondered if her pussy were the same marvelous shade. "It's nice of you to offer me a ride. These books weigh a ton." She wondered why the older girl was being so generous. Half the school would give anything to ride in the plush car with Susan.
"Well, let's go." Buddy held the door open for the girls, deftly slipping Lennie between the two of them.
"It's such a beautiful day. What say we take a short ride out of town?" Susan stopped for the light.
"That would be out of sight! What say, Lennie?"
The girl shrugged. "Well...I really should get home.... " She grinned. "Can we stop somewhere so I can call my mom?"
"Tell her we might stop somewhere for dinner, okay?" Susan suggested as she pulled up before a telephone booth at a gas station.
"This is perfect!" Lennie looked around at the lovely woods. They had left the car, grabbed a blanket, and hiked to the lush spot.
"I come here sometimes. To think." Susan giggled. "And other things." She pointed beyond a nearby clump of trees. "There's even a little pond where we can skinny-dip."
"Sure! I remember! Hey, let's swim!" Buddy took off towards the trees. "Last one in is a chicken-shit!"
Susan took the younger girl's hand. "Let's.
It's so warm."
Lennie followed, her heart racing. In the three days since she had been with her mother, Lennie had been a mass of wriggling desire. The episode inflamed her young body and made it want more. She had slipped out of the king-size bed before her mother had awakened. Julie had not exactly been avoiding her, but somehow never quite met her youngest daughter's eyes. Lennie wasn't sure how to handle any emotional aftereffects, so she had let the whole matter drop, acting as if nothing had happened.
Nevertheless, Lennie knew she would have to confront her mother with the fact that they had had a marvelous time together, and could have just as good a time every chance they got. But for the moment Lennie was content to concentrate on Susan; at any moment she would see Susan naked....
"Come on! I'm already in. Come on! I won't look!" Buddy waved and spat a fountain into the air.
The girls stripped behind a tree, carefully leaving their clothing on a branch. Lennie got little more than a quick glance before the older girl hit the water. Her hair color was indeed natural.
The water felt cool. Lennie had gotten in up to her chin quickly. She was not ashamed of her young body. Almost immediately a hand palmed her bottom. The hand, however, belonged to Buddy. Lennie didn't brush the hand aside-a warm flush spread through her body as she continued to stare at Susan. Lennie had never had a boy before-she had never been interested enough. But she was not a slow-witted girl; it was immediately obvious to Lennie that she had herself a package deal here.
"Umm, nice.... " Buddy stepped closer and cupped Lennie's breast. As if by prearrangement Susan also stepped closer.
Lennie felt her body begin to respond. Her little nipple began to grow hard. Boldly the girl reached out and stroked Susan's high, lovely breast with one hand, then reached down and ran her fingers through her soft red beard. "Ummm, nicer.... "
Susan laughed, her eyes sparkling. "So that's how it is, huh?"
Lennie slipped a finger into the girl's slick cunt, ignoring the hand exploring her own pussy. "That's how it is," she said excitedly. Lennie glanced up at Buddy. "I never did it with a guy before." She felt Susan begin to pull away. "But I'll try it if that's the way you want it," she added quickly.
"Let's get out of this freezing water." Buddy put an arm around each girl and led them to the grassy shore. He pushed Lennie back on the grass, kneeled over her, and applied his tongue to her slit.
Susan crawled over to the other girl. "What do you want to do to me?" she asked softly.
Buddy's tongue was not without talent. She was juicing thickly from his eager lapping of her pussy. Without answering, she gestured for Susan to sit on her face. Susan complied, and at once Lennie buried her tongue up the redhead's hole. They sucked each other for long minutes while Buddy's cock swelled. When he could stand it no longer, the boy got up, mounted Lennie, and brought his prick to her hole.
Lennie felt his cock and automatically began to tense. At that moment Susan began to come, convulsing against her face. Lennie began lapping wildly at the quivering pussy, forgetting momentarily that she was about to be fucked. Her sudden surge of excitement made entry easy. The big cock was sliding up her tight hole with a minimum of pain. Lennie felt the fullness and opened her thighs more fully to accommodate Buddy. She concentrated on the pussy over her lips, sucking wildly, lapping up the fragrant juices eagerly, putting up with the cock digging into her as a part of the package deal.
As Buddy began plunging back and forth in her cunt Lennie dimly realized that the sensation wasn't really all that unpleasant-it was starting to feel kind of nice.
"Keep sucking me, Lennie.... It feels so good." Susan rubbed her pussy against the girl's lips.
Lennie dug her tongue into the tight little hole while Buddy rammed her. She felt on the verge of explosion-her plowed cunt was on fire, the pussy in her mouth was exciting, and the slightest thing would tumble her over the edge....
At that moment Buddy neared his own orgasm. Groaning, he bent his head, rammed his thick cock all the way up the girl's cunt, and buried his tongue between the round cheeks of Susan's sweet little ass.
Lennie screamed into the hot wet flesh as she came. She rode the shooting cock inside her willingly as she spasmed uncontrollably around it. She licked the hard clit between her teeth hard, forcing Susan to join them in their ecstasy.
After each had calmed, Buddy tongued each girl fondly for a minute, then got up and reached for his clothing. "Get dressed, girls. Lennie had to be initiated into the club...that was only the first step."
Julie wandered aimlessly through her empty house, picking at bits of lint and straightening pillows which needed no straightening. She was restless, reluctant to let herself go enough to get at the source of her restlessness. Sighing, she sat down on the couch and grabbed a magazine. But she couldn't read more than a page. It occurred to her suddenly that the last time she had been on this couch she had had her pussy violently sucked....She stopped her thoughts, unwilling to dwell on the author of her pleasure. But a strong excitement gripped her at the brief memory. So she thought of Marcie Edwards instead. She wondered where Marcie was now...through a mutual friend she had heard that Marcie was living in this very town, now, near the beach.
Still excited, Julie got up and found the phone book. She turned pages furiously, not daring to think. Finding what she wanted, she reached for the phone.
She was fresh still from her perfumed bath as she knocked timidly on the door. Marcie opened it almost immediately. They stared at each other. "You haven't changed at all," Marcie said.
Julie opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. Marcie had changed. It was more than her mannish garb, the short hair, the deeper voice. It was an edge of hardness, a cold rigidity that had not been there before.
But none of that mattered; Julie had come for only one thing, and Marcie knew it. And was willing to give it; the glint in her eye admitted it.
The apartment was on the dingy side, a furnished room with none of the extras that lent any individuality. Marcie obviously spent little time here.
She looked at her old roommate evenly. "Why have you come after all this time?" she asked softly, knowing, but needing to hear it. "After all this time," she repeated, "After leaving me like that.... "
It was difficult to speak. Finally she managed, willing only to invest a minimum of words. "Because I want you," she whispered.
"Really?" Marcie arched an eyebrow. "Show me."
Julie accepted that. It seemed fair enough after all that had passed between them. She moved slowly, nearing Marcie, bringing her lips to hers, kissing her softly, then falling to her knees. The other woman didn't move as Julie's tapered fingers undid her slacks as if she were a man, first unbuttoning, then unzipping the fly front. Then Julie tugged the slacks down over compact hips. Marcie wore nothing under the pants. Her curly brown vee was even with Julie's lovely lips.
Without a word, Julie parted the hairy folds and began to gently, reverently suck Marcie's pussy. She remained on her knees, eating her friend for what seemed hours, until finally Marcie turned around, presenting her hard buttocks to Julie's face. She waited. Sighing, Julie reached up and parted the firm cheeks. The little cleft was hairless and dark. She tongued it.
Soon Marcie was panting with desire. She turned, grasped her long-lost lover, all but ripped the clothing from her body, and threw her back on the bed. With a moan she began to eat Julie's pussy. Then, still moaning, she mounted the blonde, forced her legs up, and dry-fucked her. "I wish I were a man...I'd love to fuck you, Julie. I want to fuck you so bad...with more than my tongue. Let me, baby, let me fuck you.... "
Marcie reached down and rested her hand against her own cunt, extending two fingers like a small cock. Pushing with her hips like a man, she began to finger-fuck Julie, groaning as if it were her cock she was shoving up the other's sweet slit.
Finally Marcie got up, reversed herself on the girl, and the two began seriously licking each other's pussy and asshole. Julie felt herself come, tightened her muscles, and came again even harder. She liked the way Marcie cursed as she came. Their mouths stayed glued to each other's cunt for a very long time....
Lennie hadn't bothered with shock any longer than necessary. She accepted the fact that her brothers and sister were part of her new club. Her first thought after the initial surprise was to wonder how Janna's pussy would taste. She didn't have long to wonder. Buddy had explained to her that initiation for each new female member meant that she was to perform some sexual act on each of the other members, her family very much included. She quickly began by sucking Susan again. At first she felt funny. They had situated her in the middle of Buddy's bedroom, on the floor, with the others ringed about her, watching. She pointed to Susan, pulled down her panties, pushed up Susan's dress, and began to lap at her crotch.
"Naw. You have to be naked," Buddy interrupted.
Lennie stripped quickly, turned around, giving all of the others a good look at her pretty body, then resumed licking the redhead.
It was a peculiar sensation, sucking the girl while everyone watched. At first it was hard to forget the eyes on her. But after a few uncomfortable moments, the hot scent of young pussy began weaving its peculiar magic for the girl. The slick, juicy walls of Susan's cunt were too exciting to ignore. She began to feel herself reacting, and then she began to forget the onlookers. All that was real to her was the hot young vagina surrounding her face. The others practically had to peel her off the girl.
"What.. . ? " Her eyes were glazed and her face slick with pussy juice as she looked around. The others all laughed.
"You're a real cunt-lapper!"
"Groovy!"
"I can't wait for my turn."
Lennie blushed then. Giggling, she pointed to Barbra Jennings.
But Buddy objected again. "This one is going to run through all the girls first. Change of rules. We tell you who to take on next, and what to do to them." He looked around. "Hank next. Suck him off."
Hank held up his hands like a boxer entering the ring. Then he unzipped his fly, letting his semi-hard cock hang free. It was not as long as the other boys' joints, but it was almost twice as thick as the thickest.
Lennie stared at it unbelievingly. "I couldn't! It would never fit." She looked towards Buddy, a sheepish grin on her pretty face. "I've never even done that before."
"Show her how, Hank."
Hank lifted his meat to her lips. "Open up. Daddy's gonna feed you."
Lennie opened her mouth as big as she could. The head of his cock felt warm and baby's butt soft. She tried to make room in her mouth as he pushed into her. Finally the entire head was lodged between her lips.
"Just breathe through your nose and suck on it, honey."
She did as she was told, but when he began to try to force more of it into her mouth, Lennie made an effort to pull away.
"Make her take it, Hank," Buddy called excitedly.
"Come on, Lennie. It's fat, but it ain't that long. Take it!" He pushed, meanwhile holding the back of her head.
Her mouth was becoming accustomed to his prick, just as her pussy had adjusted to Buddy's cock. Breathing cautiously, she took more of the tool, sucking as best she could. She thought her lips couldn't stand the strain, however, once he had shoved all of it into her mouth. But he was sliding out of her almost before she could begin to protest. Then he was slipping back down her throat again. The crazy motion made her slightly dizzy, and in no way prepared her for the enormous spray of hot come that filled her mouth. There was no warning; one moment she was being fed, then denied his thick cock, the next she was gagging on a mouthful of hot sperm.
"Make her swallow all of it!" Janna cried out.
Hank held still, sealing her lips with his squirting prick.
Lennie swallowed. It was swallow or choke. The thick cream was a little like the pussy juice she loved so much. Without thinking, she found herself licking the head of his wilting cock to catch the last drops of his load.
"Not bad," Buddy said, approval in his voice. He looked around. "Next something special. You're going to sit on Frank's cock while you suck Janna's pussy. At the same time you're going to play with John's cock until he comes. Then I want you to lap up his come. We'll call it a family portrait." He laughed. The others giggled also.
Lennie stole a sheepish look at her sister and brothers. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She thought of her mother. After this she would have to go snuggle up on her father's lap to complete the portrait. A furious rush of heat went to the girl's tits and cunt at the thought.
Janna was smiling as she approached Lennie. "Hi, Sis. Why didn't you tell me a long time ago you liked eating pussy? We could have been having a lot of fun." She stretched her legs expectantly, pulling her skirt up to her hips. She wore no panties.
Frank's face was flushed. He was not yet completely used to the casualness of the way these teenagers treated incest. But his excitement was obvious in the way his giant cock stood at attention. He dropped his pants and sat down on the floor, holding his arms out to his baby sister.
John's prick was rock hard as he advanced. He stood near enough to Lennie so that she was assured of reaching his dick without straining. "Sit on your big brother's stick and let's get to it. I'm not sure I can last until my turn. I'd hate to waste it."
Heart still thundering, Lennie gingerly straddled her oldest brother's prick and slowly lowered herself on it. Her pussy was very wet -there was no way to avoid taking his horse cock deep inside her already sore pussy. This time she had to groan with pain. "God, that hurts! I think it's too big for me.... " She attempted to get up off the cock half embedded into her so recently violated hole.
But Frank's strong hands stopped her. His face was dark with passion. Now that he had his cock halfway up his youngest sister's cunt, there was no turning back. Fucking his sisters was like no other piece of ass he'd ever known. There was something so exciting about it that he dared not think about the whys. He wanted only to enjoy himself. A quick, unbidden thought did come to him: if fucking and sucking his sisters was this exciting, what must it be like to suck and fuck Julie, his beautiful young mother? He had to erase the thought almost as soon as he thought it. Not out of guilt, but because the quick thought almost made him shoot off....
To help squelch Lennie's move to put an end to the fucking, Janna pressed her cunt forward. She smiled as her sister hesitated, then ducked her head to lick the outside of her furry box.
Moaning, Lennie allowed herself to sink down again on the hurting cock of her brother while she started to sniff and lick her big sister. She sank down as far as she dared without being split in two. Then she began to bounce up and down gently on his huge dick. The scent of pussy was strong in her nostrils, and she knew her sister had been excited since she had walked into the room.
John nudged Lennie's hand with his prick, then sighed as the hint was taken. He leaned into the palm, wishing he had been given a better position, but content to get what he could.
Lennie no longer had time to concentrate on the pain. There was too much else to do.... How, she wondered, beginning to come, could she possibly be coming in the midst of all the pain? Then she even ceased to wonder about that. She was too busy coming....
Julie tried to lose herself totally in the hot sixty-nine. Something was wrong. Not that it wasn't all good. It was, and her hot twat was definitely responding to the skillful licking. But something was wrong, some magical little something was not happening.... It was so different from the other night. No, she wouldn't allow herself to think of Lennie's sweet little cunt. She rammed her tongue deeply up Marcie's asshole, attempting to force excitement. What was wrong? Julie decided it was time to stop thinking. She had to come. Her explosion was very important. It felt held short in the pit of her twisting belly, unwilling to take over, yet needing to. She would be sick if she didn't come, she was sure of it. Her pussy had been tormented enough. But before she could do anything Marcie began to come.
"Oooh! Keep moving your tongue in my ass! That feels wonderful! Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop! Lick harder, you beautiful little bitch! Like you love it! Like you can't get enough of it!"
Julie did her best to comply. She licked and sucked the deep little cleft until her tongue was sore from her efforts. She continued until Marcie was again calm.
After all these years, Marcie's love pattern was exactly the same. She got on her back on the bed and told Julie to suck her huge nipples. Julie almost smiled as she remembered. After every orgasm Marcie had always needed her nipples sucked. It was a thing with her. The orgasm wasn't much good unless the tit sucking was part of it. Julie recalled the nights when Marcie's period cut into their mutual cunt sucking. Marcie would play with herself until she came, then Julie would have to work on her tits. They used to get into arguments about it, as there were times when Marcie would make Julie interrupt her studies to do it for her. But Marcie always got her way in the end. With near fondness, Julie once more sucked the sensitive nipples.
Finally Marcie gestured that it was enough. Julie shifted her face to the other's flat belly.
Now that there was a moment of silence, Julie didn't know what to say to the other.
"You didn't come yet, did you?" Marcie dropped a hand to Julie's ripe ass, sideways across the bed.
Julie shook her head.
"We'll fix that." Marcie reached under the bed for something. Then she tugged at Julie's arm. "Get up on the bed all the way and close your eyes."
Julie did as she was told. It was kind of nice to close her eyes and wait for something to happen. At this point she didn't care what Marcie would do to her. She cared only about coming.
First Marcie's lips, still wet with cunt juice, descended on her mouth. She passively let the woman tongue her mouth, enjoying the strong taste of herself. Then Marcie's mouth was fastening on her nipples, sucking them expertly. It felt good, but she was already excited. All she needed was something special to push her over the edge. . . .
A cold ball-like something was then pushed against her pussy. Julie automatically spread her legs, waiting. A loud click filled her ears, then the metallic tip of the vibrator bit into her cunt, sending shivers of pure delight up and down her spine. "No...no . . . " she squealed, twisting to escape from the powerful tickling. But Marcia wouldn't let her escape. Her stronger body held Julie still while the electric vibrator did things to her clit that not even the best and most willing tongue in the world could do.
Marcie's finger slipped up her hole at the same time as her lips crushed against her mouth. Julie's entire world was raw sensation. There was no way in the world to keep back the explosion. Julie began to tremble violently. She attempted to bite into the soft lip kissing her. She shrieked into the woman's flesh and tumbled off the edge, right into a pit of comforting blackness. Only dimly was she aware of the machine clicking off and Marcie eagerly lapping the cream from her pussy....
Lennie felt as if she was swimming in a sea of sperm and cunt juice. She was on her back on the floor, panting, her young body glazed with come. She could barely move. Each of her brothers had come inside her, each of the other boys had either come inside her, in her mouth, or all over her belly. She had had each of the girls, and one of them, Barbra, had eaten her. She had lost count of the times she had come. Now, half dead, she could only smile up at the others and wait for whatever came next.
Buddy fondled his limp prick. "There are only two parts left to the initiation. If this thing ever gets hard, we can do the first of them." He gestured to his sister. "Barbra, suck me. Get me hard."
Barbra obeyed, removing her hands from Janna's twat in order to comply. "Be right back, Janna. Keep it hot for me."
She didn't begin to suck immediately. Instead, knowing her brother's weakness, she started licking the insides of his thighs. Then, leaning up, she tongued his mouth. After a moment, she bent way down and started kissing his asshole. Finally, she approached his cock. It was already beginning to strain against her face. She sucked it briefly, making sure it stayed hard. Then she walked back to Janna. Sighing, she buried her hot tongue directly up Janna's slit.
"Cut it out, you two. This is Lennie's initiation. Save it for later, huh?" Buddy got up and walked up to Lennie. "Turn over, honey. On your hands and knees." He snapped his fingers, and Barbra came forward with a blue tube of ointment. "You can do the honors, Sis."
Barbra undid the cap and began to apply lubrication to Lennie's tight little asshole.
Lennie knew what was going to happen then. She wondered how badly it would hurt, then if it would make her come. She had never come so much in all her life. She was already almost weak from coming.
"Here goes." He pointed his prong at the tiny opening now slick with grease. He pressed forward, gasping as the little hole resisted, then gave at his insistent pushing. Her grasping flesh was all around his cock then, squeezing painfully, the pressure adding another inch to his already hard prick from sheer excitement.
There was no way to stop the scream that tore from her, but Lennie managed to muffle the sound in her clenched fist. The big cock was halfway up her asshole now. The pain was tremendous. It was like a hot poker. She bit her fist as she allowed him to fill even more of her aching insides with his meat.
Knowing how much it was hurting her, Buddy began to move in short jabs, building to orgasm as rapidly as he could. But not without a certain amount of real pleasure. Her tight ass was a real treat. He had initiated her well. She would never forget his cock. The thought prompted his sperm to boil over, filling her sore asshole with thick juice. Shuddering, he rammed her one more time, then let his prick slip out of her.
It was a matter of pride not to cry. Lennie smiled with self-satisfaction. She hadn't cried. Her asshole was on fire, but she'd take on every other cock present without a tear if they wanted. She tightened her muscles experimentally. She'd live. Then a peculiar thing happened. She felt the muscles of her pussy begin to tense. She was on the brink of still another orgasm! The ass-fucking had gotten her hot! Or maybe it was the relief of getting through it intact. In any case, she knew only that she was hot enough to come. She looked up at the others. The first thing she noticed was that Frank was nursing a huge erection. On impulse, she spoke. "I'm going to come again. Can Frank come over here and stick his cock up my ass?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
Buddy laughed. "Go to it, Frank."
Frank didn't hesitate. And he wasn't gentle. He reared back and took quick aim.
She screamed, but it was impossible to separate the pain from the pleasure. She came fast and hard, convulsing while her big brother's cock beat into her rump. She was half unconscious by the time Frank spilled inside her. She felt the come of both boys seeping out of her bottom.
They gave Lennie a chance to collect herself. Then Barbra helped her to her feet. "How about a nice bath, honey? Wouldn't that feel good?"
Lennie nodded. "But I thought it wasn't over yet. Wasn't there one other . . . "
"Yeah, but the bath comes first. Come on, baby. I'll fix it for you."
The others stayed in the bedroom as Barbra led the girl through the empty house to the bathroom. A tub of soapy water was already filled and waiting. It was little more than tepid, but Lennie sank into it gratefully. She enjoyed the soothing water and listened to Barbra talk about how the girls get fitted for coils by a local doctor who only wants to play with them a little.
Lennie tuned out the girl's voice and half closed her eyes. Her mind drifted back to the night with her mother. If only she had known then what her sister and brothers were doing. If she could only get them all together.... In spite of her exhaustion, Lennie almost felt a quiver of excitement at the thought. She let her thoughts drift to her father. Now that she was thinking of him, hadn't she noticed him staring at her body every so often when he'd had too much to drink? What if.. . Her eyes drooped of their own accord and she was asleep. Only the tickling of soap bubbles woke her. She sneezed.
"Time to let the water out and finish up the initiation. My folks will be home in an hour or so." Barbra pulled the plug and left Lennie alone while the tub drained.
The girl watched the water level drop. Lazily she popped a soap bubble. It was nice to feel clean again. It would be nice to go to sleep tonight. She didn't remember ever being this tired.... Nothing in the world could wake her up now.... She dropped off to sleep in the slippery, empty tub.
But she was wrong. The others woke her up. Giggling, the girls stood by the sink and watched as the boys crowded around the tub, laughing, their pricks pointed at her.
Buddy spoke. "The final part of the initiation is this!"
With that, the boys let loose and sent streams of hot piss flying all over her body, bathing Lennie from head to foot.
Startled, Lennie sat up and yelped. Then the humor of the situation hit her and she began to laugh, stopping only when she was too weak to laugh anymore. The others joined in, falling all over the large bathroom in hysteria.
Finally, still gasping for air, the others ran the water and laughingly gave Lennie, the newest member of their club, the best bath she ever got, soaping her all over, rinsing her for a long time, then patting her dry between kisses.
Lennie knew she was going to enjoy initiating the next new member. . . .
"Stop! That's enough! I can't take any more!" Julie pushed away the vibrator after the third time. She ached from the sharp stimulation. She closed her legs and sighed. It was good. She had come. There was no doubt about that. So what was wrong? What was bothering her? Wearily she got to her feet and began to dress.
Marcie slipped into a robe and handed Julie her things lovingly. Her voice had a soft edge in spite of the obvious gloating. "I knew you'd come back someday, baby. Even after I heard you had children and was still married to that bastard. And now you're actually here! We'll get together often, won't we, baby? And, if you want, you can stay here. I know it isn't too elegant, but it would do until we could get something better. What do you say?"
Sadly, Julie shook her head. "No, Marcie. No."
The mannish woman crumbled visibly. "What did you come for, then?"
Julie looked at her a long time, then started for the door. "I don't know. I honestly don't know. I'm sorry, Marcie." With that, she let herself out.
Julie walked to her car slowly. Her head ached. Something was definitely wrong. But what? Then she thought of a game she used to play when she was a kid. Whenever she was feeling out of sorts with the world she would ask herself what she really wanted, what would make her happiest, what she wanted more than anything else in the whole world. Once she decided, she would sit down and try to figure out what she could do to get it. Now she asked herself the same question.
Sighing, she got into her car. She knew the answer. It depressed her more than ever. Lennie. Lennie's cunt. She wanted Lennie's little cunt in her mouth more than anything in the world right then. Her own daughter's cunt. Shrugging, she started the car and headed for home.
CHAPTER SIX
Kurt was startled to find himself back in his favorite bar after the exhausting day's work. Hadn't he decided to go straight home? The impossible situation at home had gone on long enough. It was time for him to do something about it. It was long overdue, in fact.
Even so, he ordered himself a drink. He sipped the harsh booze slowly, playing for time. What decisions had he made, really? Did he have any idea of what was wrong? If not, what hope had he of repairing the situation? He played with the glass mechanically as he thought. The home problems, as far as he could see, had no bearing on each other. On the one hand, he felt a shocking disinterest in his beloved wife sexually. On the other hand, there was the separate problem that his family seemed to be breaking apart into separate pieces in front of his eyes. While Kurt could see that his absences from home were in no way helping either situation, he was finding it unbearable to be at home. Sighing, he sipped at his drink and studied the plump ass of the sexy little bar maid.
She was not unaware of his glance. Her eyes appraised his lean body and rugged handsomeness coolly. All at once Kurt knew he could have her if he wished. As if she were reading his mind, the girl smiled slightly. It was then Kurt noticed how young she was. More like a bouncy teenager with woman-sized tits. The thought excited him somewhat. He grinned back.
"Did you want another drink, sir?" Her voice was little-girl soft.
With an I-don't-give-a-damn-what-happens air, Kurt reached over and patted the saucy behind and whispered, "Not really. What I really want is you."
Her reaction was simple. She blushed furiously and turned on her heel.
He turned his attention back to the drink and his problems. He was slightly annoyed with himself for teasing the bar maid, and quite irritated with her for not dropping her panties right there. He was, he decided, either growing drunk on one drink, or finally going off the deep end.
The girl was back. She was tearing through her purse, looking for something, her back to
Kurt, her head bent over the bar. The tight shorts she wore showed her ass off nicely. Kurt was tempted to go to her, pull off her pants, and stick his cock up her asshole. The thought gave him a slight erection. There was something about the sweet, childishness of the girl that excited him. His cock continued to harden.
The girl located what she wanted, a beat-up hairbrush, and returned the purse to its nook under the counter. Swinging her little rump prettily, she sailed out the side door to the parking lot. Just before she was out of sight, she peeked back at Kurt.
Kurt felt his prick swell from the melting look she gave him. He dropped a hand to his lap, pushing the hot bulge to one side so that he could stand up without pointing. He followed her out the door.
She was leaning against a car, brushing her long brown hair. In the dark she looked like a little girl. Her eyes were huge as she watched him near her. He didn't know exactly how to approach her; he was certain only that he had to have her. "Are you comfortable there? Wouldn't you rather brush your hair in my car?"
She shrugged, her eyes never leaving his face. The child image was very strong.
An unexpected urgency gripped him. For the first time in his life Kurt knew he could commit an act of violence in order to get what he wanted if there was no other way. He walked to his car, opened it and slid into the back seat, leaving the door open. "Get in!"
Her voice, now sultry and breathless, touched his cock like a hand. "Are you asking me to get in the car or are you ordering me to get in?"
The tone in her voice was unmistakable. If Kurt had picked up on the child in her, it was because she wanted him to see it-because she wanted to be the child. "I'm ordering you to get in here." A part of him was amazed at the depth of his knowledge of both of their roles at the moment. "Now get your ass in here before I slap the shit out of you!"
The girl gasped with undeniable pleasure and hurried toward him. She got in the car, leaned back, pulled the door shut and waited, her beautiful face innocent, almost angelic. "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want me to do."
His big cock began to tremble. "Unzip me, little girl. I'm going to make you kiss my prick."
"Oh, no!" she protested, "I couldn't do that!" But even as she spoke her fingers were busy in his fly. "That's a bad thing to do. Once my big brother made me do that to him. He made me lick it, too. And suck on it. Then my father caught us. He spanked my big brother hard."
The hand was wonderful on his dick, hesitant yet talented. "Is that all he did? What did he do to you?" Kurt kept his voice barely audible, sinking into the fantasy with her.
Her voice trembled with excitement. "He took me into his room and spanked me. Then he told me sucking cock was a terrible thing to do, and all kinds of things could happen if I did it anymore. Then he showed me what could happen. He took off his pants and sat down on the bed. He made me kneel in front of him, take out his peter and put it in my mouth. It was so big! Then he made me lick and suck it. Before long it began squirting in my mouth. He made me swallow it all, even when I began to cry. Then he let me go, warning me again that this can happen if you suck on cocks. He made me learn the same lesson again later that day, and for every day during the next week. Are you going to give me the same lesson?"
Kurt was finding it hard to talk. His mouth was suddenly dry.
"Almost. Only I'm not going to squirt in your mouth. Did your...your . . . " why was the word so hard for him to say? ". . . your daddy ever give you any lessons about not sitting on cocks, sweetheart?" At once images of "teaching" Janna and Lennie this way came to him. He felt his prick pound.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed, staring hard at his cock. She held it tenderly. "He used to come into my room during the night and give me those lessons. Only it hurt. He would take down my panties and make me spread my legs. Then he would play with my little slit down there. You know, with his fingers. Sometimes he used his tongue. That felt so good! But he would tell me never to let anyone else do it to me. Then he would pick me up and sit me down on his lap, pushing my legs up and around him. He would hold his thing against me. Then he would shove it inside me. I didn't used to like it, but he made me take it. At first I tried to get away, but that made him mad. He used to spank me. So I didn't run anymore. I'd sit right down on it like he told me. It would start feeling good after a while. Are you going to do that to me?" She smiled sweetly. "I can't unless you make me do it. My daddy told me not to let anyone do it to me, but I keep meeting men who make me do it. So I have to do it anyway. It always feels so good."
Kurt was ready to shoot his hot load right then. Thoughts of Janna and Lennie, slipping into their rooms and sucking and fucking them were strong in his mind. He grabbed the girl by her hair. His voice was harsh. "Kiss my cock quick. Then sit on my lap. Quick! If I come before I fuck you I'm going to beat the piss out of your little ass! Quick!"
The girl ducked her pretty head, plastered a hot kiss on the head of his throbbing cock, and immediately got up onto his lap. She undid her shorts and slipped them off, then reached down and tugged her see-through panties to one side, exposing her softly furred little pussy. "Daddy loved to fuck me while I was wearing my panties. Sometimes he ripped them right off me when he squirted. He used to squirt inside me."
Kurt guided her hips down toward his prick. "Did...did your mother ever find out what your daddy was doing to you?"
"Oh, yes! One time she came in and saw us. She was mad, but Daddy pulled up her dress and began to lick her between the legs. She stopped yelling and started acting crazy. Like she forgot I was even there. Then Daddy stopped licking her. He said he was going to fuck me while she watched, and if she was a good girl, he would lick her some more."
His enormous prick slid effortlessly up her juicing cunt. His insides were boiling. He plowed her fully, then held still, adjusting to the exquisite closeness. "What did she do?"
The girl sighed from the cock in her. "She let him fuck me after a while. Then he licked her. It was better after that. He would take me in bed with them. Sometimes he would make her lick my little pussy before he would agree to touch her or let her touch him. It was fun. I always do whatever my daddy tells me to do. What do you want me to do now, Daddy?" She began to move up and down on his prick.
"Ooh. . . . " he was beyond thought or reason now. "Just ride my cock, baby...let me fuck you, Janna....Sit on my big cock, Lennie, darling. I wish I could fuck and suck you at the same time.... I could suck Lennie and fuck Janna.... Ooh! Aah.... I'd love to have Julie watch me play with the girls...like your mother and father.... "
Dimly aware of the insanity of his words, Kurt had long ago ceased caring. He only knew that he was experiencing the best fuck of his life. No one had ever been as hot, no one had ever known such ecstasy.... "I'm going to squirt up your little-girl pussy, honey.... I'm going to come in you.... Take it, you sweet little girl, take it! Now, now! Yes! Yes! My God, take it!"
The girl squirmed furiously on the pole up her slit as he exploded into her womb. "Oh, Daddy! I feel it! I feel it!" She humped him with professional perfection.
It took Kurt a full five minutes to collect himself. Long after his sperm was drawn from his balls the throbbing continued throughout his blood stream. It was the strongest, hardest orgasm he had ever had. Dimly he felt the girl get off him and adjust her clothing. Finally he had to open his eyes. Strangely, he didn't want to face the girl now. She was a part of his fantasy, not of his waking personality. He didn't know what to say to her.
But she made it relatively easy. "I kinda thought that was your trip. It was great fun, baby, but gee, I must have missed out on twenty bucks worth of tips while I was out here with you."
Kurt didn't look at her as he fumbled with his wallet. But he felt relieved. Prostitution was so Uncomplicated-cash on the line. He tipped her an extra five.
"Thanks, hon. Now I've got to split. See you again, huh?" She slipped out of the car with a minimum of noise.
He sat there a while longer, his cock soft and naked in his lap. He touched it gently. The guilt he felt immediately afterwards was fading, now that the girl was gone. It was time to face facts. Definitely. Without judgment. Kurt slipped his prick back into his pants and lit a cigarette. For whatever reason, the thought of making love to his daughters excited him beyond belief. It was crazy, but he had to face facts. There was no need to depress himself about the fact-a fact it was and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
He started the engine and slowly drove home.
Not that he had to do a damn thing about it....
Not that he ever would....He thought of his sexy daughters. A moment later he turned his car around and headed for another bar.
John stared at his school books, made a small notation on a paper, then slammed the book shut. He was restless, annoyed. Yet somehow he couldn't quite locate the reason for his irritation. Things just hadn't been the same lately-there had been too much sneaking around and lying.
The boy got up and threw himself onto his bed. It had been a week since the night at the Jennings, almost as long since the initiation. There had been no action since then. He had grabbed Janna the night before in the hallway for a quick kiss and feel. But his mother had picked that time to come up the stairs. They hadn't been caught, but the close call bothered him. Julie had asked him into her bedroom then, to ask him about a note she'd received from school. She had been wearing a sheer gown with a frothy robe over it. Her lovely body became real to John then for the first time. Suddenly she was a woman, not just his mother; suddenly she was an exciting, beautiful chick, someone to fuck and suck. He didn't know what to do with his feelings. It was impossible to keep his eyes off her body.
John wriggled into the bedding, remembering. He had been hot after escaping from his mother's bedroom, so hot that he had to pound his cock before he could sleep. Frank had been out, so that cut off the possibility of discussing his feelings with his older brother.
John knew Janna was in her room this very minute. He wished he could go in there, pull down her panties, and lick her pussy. There was no way he could concentrate on his studies with images of his sisters and mother running through his mind. His dad, as usual, was hitting the bars. That left him, John, alone in the house with Lennie, Janna, and his mother. That thought alone raised his cock. He rolled over on his belly.
Frank walked in then. He looked at his brother for a moment. Then, as if reading his mind, Frank asked where Janna was.
"She's in her room. Lennie's in talking with Mother, I think."
"What say we go hit on Janna then, little brother? I'm so fucking horny I'm going to shoot off in your mouth if I don't get some pussy."
John grinned nervously. "I was having trouble concentrating on my homework, if you want to know the truth." He turned over to study his roughly handsome brother. "Listen, Frank . . did you ever really look at Mother? I mean, at her body?" His face flamed.
Frank smiled, then began to laugh.
"I just meant.... "
Frank waved back John's protests. "Yeah, man, I've been there. Like, she's really sexy, you know?" He leaned over and affectionately messed up the boy's hair. "When I was little I spent half my life peeking at her and playing with myself." He laughed again. "Like don't worry about it, huh?"
John grinned. He realized then how excited he was. If Janna couldn't be talked into a little fun, he might even do what Frank said, suck him off, just to relieve some of the heat in his own loins. "As Janna to come in here, huh? Do you think we should? I mean, with Mother down the hall? Neither of our doors lock, really."
Frank laughed again. "It'll be okay. What's the worst thing that can happen? If Mother walks in on us, I'll make out like I'm stoned, grab her and give her the best tongue job she's ever had, and the next day she can blame it all on the evils of drugs." He laughed again. "I'm going to get Janna. Get ready."
John watched Frank leave, then he shucked off his clothing. His young cock was still. Grinning, he picked up an edge of the blanket and covered it.
Janna and Frank tiptoed into the room. Both wore big grins.
Frank didn't waste a moment. He slipped his hand under his sister's skirt.
"Umm, that feels good. Make me naked, Frank. You too, Johnny." She threw her arms apart and waited, poised in the middle of the room.
Smiling, Frank unbuttoned Janna's blouse. Out tumbled those fantastic breasts. Both boys stared at them mutely. "Remember when I was going with that bitch Carrie last year, Janna? Do you know the only reason I had anything to do with her was because I thought her tits probably looked like yours. I was so wrong." He used both hands to weigh one of the enormous globes. "My cock digs it too."
Janna laughed, then reached out and unzipped his fly. She pulled out his cock and balls, but didn't play with them.
Frank looked down at his distending prick, then back at her perfect breasts. "Your turn, John. And hurry it up or I'll ram this monster up your asshole instead."
John obeyed willingly. He stood up and hurried to his half-naked sister.
Janna and Frank laughed at his eager pole as it swayed from side to side as he walked. "Better hurry before I end up getting poked."
The mini-skirt came off in his fingers. Now all that covered Janna's flesh were smoky nylons and a lacy white garter belt. The straps bit into her firm belly and the garters dimpled her naked thighs. She wore no panties, and her fleecy pubic hairs formed a perfect target.
"Hey, leave the rest of the stuff on. I like that. Come on over here." Frank sat down on the edge of the bed. They were all aware that they should hurry, but somehow the mood of lazy indulgence was being set without much thought.
Janna walked to her brother. Her cunt was on a level with his face. He used his tongue to separate the damp little lips. Then he began to eat her pussy frantically.
Watching, John came up behind Janna and began to rub the cheeks of her founded ass.
"That feels good, Johnny. My butt is almost as sensitive as my cunt."
Frank looked up. "Hey, lick her ass, John. Let's turn her on good, then fuck the shit out of her."
Giggling, Janna offered her behind to the boy, parting the cheeks with her fingertips. "Go ahead and lick it, Johnny. It gets me hot."
John bent his head. His tongue flicked over the puckered asshole, withdrew, then plunged.
Janna groaned with pleasure. She spread her legs wide and threw back her head. One hand flew to either brother's head. Then she began to pump her hips gently, first shoving her pussy against Frank's face, then grinding her tight asshole against John's probing tongue.
Soon Frank pulled away. He stared down at his aching cock. "Enough of this stuff. It's time for some real fun and games." He grinned as his brother pulled away and looked up at him. "I'm. not forgetting about you." He reached over and fingered John's cock. He was silent for a moment. "Listen, I've got an idea. Janna, suck the kid's cock. Get it super wet. Hurry up."
Janna turned around and brought her mouth to John's lap. She tongued his balls a little, enjoying his groaning appreciation. But Frank objected almost at once.
"Hey, none of that! Save the fooling around for later. My prick's about to explode. Just soak his cock with spit."
Janna stuck her tongue out at her older brother. Then she obeyed. She flattened her tongue and wrapped it around the base of the boy's cock, slowly gliding it upwards toward the head. Then, with a sudden shift in position, Janna swooped down on the entire shaft, embedding the glistening, wedge-shaped head in her straining throat. She played with it for a moment or two, then got down to the serious business of wetting his prick. When she finally pulled away, the glands was slippery with saliva, and very large from the skillful sucking.
"That's fine." Frank patted the girl's cheek fondly. He stretched out on the floor on his side and pulled her to him. Holding her, he slipped his legs between hers and fitted his cock to her cunt. She bent one leg, draping it over his hip, then mashed her chest to his.
"Go ahead, stick it in me! Go on, fuck me!" Her excitement mounted as his heavy prick teased her hole. Hot already from the two tongues working on her at once and from the cock sucking she had done, it was all the girl could do to keep from impaling herself on his twitching tool. But she wanted her beloved big brother to do it to her, to ram his massive prick up her slit. She waited impatiently, drilling holes into his chest with her spiked breasts.
Frank let the head of his dick slowly sink into his sister's lovely little cunt. When he had it firmly lodged there, he motioned to his brother. "Get up behind her," he whispered, guiding John into position with his hands. He directed the boy towards his sister's ass. "Sucking it might be okay, but fucking it has got to feel a hell of a lot nicer," he teased, holding open the rosy cheeks. He waited until the boy, breathing unevenly, had steered his cock snugly into the crack. "Now, John! Now let's really give it to the sweet little bitch! Let's feed her more cock than she's ever had! Let's come in her until she floats out of the room!" With that, he rammed his cock home, filling her completely with one swing of his powerful loins.
At nearly the same moment John, excited and tense, began to slowly drive his prick up her tongue-greased asshole.
Janna buried her face in Frank's shoulder to keep from screaming. The intensity of taking on both her brothers at the same time, the ecstasy of the cock in her pussy, the pain-pleasure of the one up her rectum, was almost too much. She wanted to scream out, dare her mother to break this bundle of joy by turning shocked eyes on the three of them. She'd laugh in her mother's face; she'd defy the woman to make her stop. Carried away by the speculating, Janna managed to ask Frank his opinion on the matter. "Frank! What if Mother came in now! Would you pull your big prick out of my hole? Would you stop fucking me? Would you make Johnny stop ass-fucking me? If Mother walked in on us right now, what would you do?"
Frank slowly reared back, easing his meat out of her pulsating hole. He jabbed her deliberately, then slammed into her again. "I'd tell her to go fuck herself! No, better still, I'd tell her to wait her turn. I wouldn't stop fucking you, though. I wouldn't let John stop fucking you, either. Nothing could make us stop now short of blowing our nuts inside you."
"John!" she cried softly, twisting her neck while her younger brother's strong young cock worked in and out of her bottom. "John! What would you do if Mother came in here now and told us to stop! Would you stop? Would you take that big thing out of me? "
John had difficulty speaking. All his logic and wit seemed embedded in his swelling prick. Finally he managed to respond, responding shakily at that. "I don't know! I wouldn't stop fucking you, though," he managed to say. He had a quick image of taking his cock out of Janna and sticking it into Julie. Had his mother ever had his father's cock up her ass? Had it felt as good to his father as it did to him? Both he and his brother had large pricks. Did they get them from their father? Did he have a giant tool? Did it drive his mother out of her mind in bed? John's cock was twitching violently as his mind raced through the possibilities. The inside of his sister's ass was like a moist vise, bearing down on him. sucking at him, tightening around him, imprisoning him in her depths. He had played now in each of her holes, and preferred which ever one he was in at the time....
He could almost touch his brother's cock through the thin wall separating them. Frank thrust his cock fully into his sister's convulsing vagina, wondering if it was his prick or his brother's which was making her come. He felt in no danger of coming himself-he could go on like this forever, his rod swollen, his balls full, his head clear. He had been a fool to wait this long. He could have been doing this to Janna for years. But the idea that she was his sister was disturbing, though in all honesty it only excited him all the more. Just as the thought of fucking his mother seemed the kick to end all kicks. But everyone knew you didn't fuck your sisters or mother. Well, he was through with believing that nonsense. He intended to take his fun where he could find it, and he seriously doubted he'd ever find more of it than in his own home....
"I don't want to talk about it, Lennie. Not now. I...I have a headache." Julie touched her forehead delicately.
The girl sat down on the bed, allowing her hip to graze her mother's body. "I'm sorry you have a headache, Mother, but we are going to talk about it. Unless you want me to get rid of your headache for you first?" She brought her hands to her mother's face.
Julie jumped at the touch of the slim fingers. She fought to keep herself calm. "It...it's really not that bad...."
"Don't be silly. Here.... " Lennie got up on the big bed and lowered herself behind her mother who sat stiffly on the edge of the mattress. She pulled Julie back a little, forcing her legs to dangle rather than be planted on the rug. Then the girl fitted herself to her mother's back, lifting her nightgown to her waist so that her naked pussy could rub against her mother's flimsy-gowned back. Either leg encircled Julie's hips and thighs, and her young breasts pressed into Julie's back. Reaching around, she began to massage the woman's brow.
Julie gasped as she felt the hot little cunt and soft breasts. Her ass tingled from the contact, while her own pussy was beginning to throb in spite of her attempts at self-control. She felt powerless to do anything to resist her impish little daughter.
"Doesn't this feel nice?" the girl asked, puncturing her question with a soft bump of her crotch. Slowly she dropped one hand to Julie's breasts. The gown added a film of silkiness to the already silky flesh. Lennie's hand pushed it aside until she had one naked tit in her hand. She squeezed it reverently, abruptly so excited a gasp escaped from her own lips. She knew she could probably come just from squeezing her mother's tits. They felt so good in her hand, so full and heavy. The nipples were like little magnets-it was torture not to be sucking and biting them.
The cream seemed to be oozing out between her legs. Julie shut her eyes. There was no way of denying it-Lennie's hands on her naked tits were overwhelmingly desirable. Even if Kurt himself were to walk in her this second, Julie doubted if she would be able to push the hands away. Soon they would suck each other. Julie knew it would happen. She would press her hot box into her daughter's mouth while fastening her own lips and tongue to Lennie's juicy, delicious little pussy. And she would suck her, make her come, lap up her cream and beg for more. All the while she would be coming into her daughter's greedy mouth, and nothing on earth could stop her from doing it. Her nipples swelled as she thought of what was to come next. If Kurt were to walk in on them she would sooner make him ram his prick up her dry asshole and fuck her until she bled than put an end to this wonderful moment. All thoughts of the headache were gone.
One of Lennie's probing hands dropped beneath the full breasts. They slowly traced their way over the shapely rib cage, past the rounded tummy, falling to the crisply haired vee between her mother's thighs. Sighing, the fingers weaved through the pubic garden and touched the slit below. "You're so wet, Mother. So juicy. You want it as badly as I do, don't you? You want my tongue and my cunt, don't you?"
Mutely, the mother nodded.
But Lennie wouldn't settle for that. Once and for all time she wanted the issued resolved. Then they could be free to lick each other every chance they got. Then Lennie would be free to do as she'd longed to do for so long, crawl into bed with her mother in the mornings when everyone else was gone and wake her by sucking on her beautiful, fragrant twat. Of course, now that she and her brothers and sisters really knew each other, they were no longer a problem. In fact, for the first time, they were assets Janna's pussy was almost as inviting as her mother's, and her brothers' cocks were not without charm for her. If only she could figure out some way to get her mother to join the parties they were sure to have....
Her finger dipped into the juicing slit. She moaned as the little hole clutched at her fingertip, nipping at it toothlessly. No, she would share her wonderful mother later. Now she was going to have it all for herself. Not even the entrance of her father would stop her, not that that was anything to worry about. He never got home until late anymore. But even if he did, she would somehow get him to fuck her rather than abandon her mother's cunt. She'd sit right down on his prick and dare him to push her off. She'd make him love it. Then she'd go back to sucking Julie off. Her finger reached up and twirled around the little clitoris. It felt so good....
Once her daughter's finger tickled her clit, Julie was beyond reason completely. She doubled over the hand and moaned. Then she threw herself backwards on the bed, being careful not to dislodge the hand in her. She threw her legs apart and pushed her gown up and out of the way of her throbbing slit.
Excitedly, Lennie shoved the gown all the way up her mother's body, leaving the frothy material bunched around her neck. Then she looked down at the woman, breathless at her beauty, the lewd nakedness of the gown's positioning on her flesh. It took enormous effort to keep from throwing herself down and lapping the creaming pussy right then. Her mouth was thirsting for the woman's juices. Instead, the girl bent over Julie's pretty feet and parted her lips. She sucked a long shell-like toe into her mouth.
It was like an electric current. Julie hadn't expected the hot mouth to start there. She groaned as if in pain as the mouth moved from toe to toe, giving each a hard, drawn-out sucking. Long before she had finished, Julie brought a hand to her own pussy. She couldn't stand to wait. She had to ease the pain in her cunt somehow....
Lennie reached up and slapped the hand away. She wouldn't allow her mother to touch herself. She wanted her to suffer. Only her own hot tongue would relieve that suffering. The power was hers, and hers alone. She released a toe and spoke, needing to drag out that final commitment from the woman before gratifying her. "Do you want me to suck you off, Mother? Do you want me to lick you between your legs? Do you want to suck my cunt, Mother? Tell me, Mother, tell me how badly you want us to lap each other's pussy. Tell me!"
Julie nodded her head again. She was panting with desire now. Through slitted eyes she looked up at her daughter who was ripping off her own gown as she kneeled over Julie. Her thighs were parted, showing the damp little crotch off beautifully. As if magnetized, Julie shot her finger toward the girl's hole.
But Lennie slapped the hand away. "Uh-uh, Mother. You can't touch my pussy until you tell me how badly you want it. Have you thought about sucking me and having me suck you since the last time we did it? Did you want it again when you thought about it? Are you going to be honest about it from now on? Let me suck you off whenever we get a chance? Or are you going to go back to pretending it never happened, make me work for it each time? If you don't tell me right now, tell me everything, I'm going to get up and walk out of here. I mean it, Mother. I'll get up and walk right out of here and you'll never touch a hair of my cunt again. Or never feel my fingers, my tongue in your hole again. Is that what you want? "
Lennie's rampage served only to excite the woman more than ever. "My God!" she groaned, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come without even being touched!"
"Tell me, Mother! Tell me!" Lennie ordered, on the verge of coming herself.
Julie flung her head back and began to speak. Her words were punctuated with moans and sighs. Her voice was a harsh rasp. "All right! I'll tell you! Yes, I want you! I want your lips, your tongue, your pussy, your sweet little ass, your tits, your perfect, delicious body. I want every inch of you. In my hands! In my mouth! I need you to suck me, to lick me all over! To force your cunt into my mouth while lapping my own! I don't care if you are my own daughter! I want you! I never wanted anything so much! I'd do anything you told me to do to you! I've thought of nothing but sucking you and being sucked by you since that time we did it. I even went to see a girl I used to suck and be sucked by years ago. I spent hours doing it to her, having her do it to me, but all I could think about was your wonderful pussy! So please don't stop. Please don't leave me! I'll do it with you any time you want me, I'll never, rever pretend it didn't happen again! I promise.
Oooh, I want it so badly! So bad! I'll do anything, anything you say, anything at all.... "
Lennie watched her mother break off her tirade and go into spasms. Immediately she shoved a finger up her mother's convulsing hole. Watching the woman squirm on her darting finger almost triggered her own orgasm. Instead, she fell down on top of the lovely body and brought her cunt to her mother's, dry-humping her until the spasms ceased. They kissed deeply, tongues entwining and lips mashing together. Lennie's strong hands reached around the firm hips and scooped up handfuls of ass flesh. Tingling all over with desire, the girl slid upwards until her naked pussy was over her mother's mouth.
"Suck me, mother! I want to come off in your mouth. I'm too hot to wait any longer."
Julie was delighted to do as she was told. The little twat over her face was unbearably appealing, a soft furry pair of ridges indented by pink glazed flesh. The core of the fleshy landscape was a protuberance the size of a child's fingertip, neatly encased in a fold of skin. Just below, and darker in color, was the mysterious hole that could expand to take in a cock forty times its size, yet clutch tightly around a finger. Sweet nectar oozed from the walls, releasing a heady odor far more appealing to the woman than any perfume she'd ever smelled. She wanted to slowly lick up the juices first, but, realizing her daughter's immediate need, she instead began to swab the swollen little clit with her pointed tongue. Her reward was almost instantaneous. Julie was close to coming again as the beautiful young twat began to convulse against her mouth.
"OOh! Ooh! Oh! Yes! That's the way! That's so good. . . . " As soon as she could move, Lennie slid down off her mother's face and into her arms. They kissed lightly, then with more passion.
Lennie smiled with the smug knowledge that they had only just begun....
Kurt waved to a few of the men at the bar but declined their offer to have him join them. He needed to think. He needed a drink. He needed to be alone.
After the drink came, Kurt turned curiously toward the men he knew at the bar. Two of the men were executives like himself. One was in a slightly higher bracket. On the surface Kurt knew he was interchangeable with the men at the bar. On some American survey of business men he would be a part of the largest statistic. Yet here he was, sitting at a bar, looking at the other normalcy statistics and wondering if they, too, were afraid to go home because they might lose control and fuck their own daughters.
He gulped his drink quickly. But after he ordered another, he was sorry he had done so. This was not a night for getting drunk. He needed his wits, because one way or the other he intended to go home and straighten out his fragmenting family, his sex life, his head. If it meant drowning himself in black coffee, then waking them all from a sound sleep, Kurt was absolutely determined that the morning sun would not rise without there being some major changes in his life.
He sipped at his drink a little longer, however, aware that, in addition to determination, he had to have some sort of a plan, or at least some realistic idea of the actual trouble spots so that he might heal them. All he really knew was that everything was wrong and it was up to him to patch it up. And on a detail level, all Kurt knew was that sex with his beloved wife wasn't good any more, that his entire family were becoming strangers to each other, that the idea of sexually knowing his daughters was thrilling, and that sex outside of his family, while obviously potentially exciting, would solve nothing. He put his glass down, paid his bill, and left the bar.
Janna stretched out on the bed and looked up at the other two. She smiled warmly at them. "That was fun, but I could go more. Much more. Anybody ready yet?"
Frank sat down on the bed next to her, grinning. "I'm nowhere near my limit either baby. Only right now a cigarette is what I need." He passed around his pack.
John waved the pack away. Now that he had proved his manhood in a more important way, it wasn't so necessary for him to smoke. He sat down on the floor by Janna's bed and began to stroke her leg. He was feeling very affectionate towards his big sister. She was making up for all the times when she would have very little to do with him during their childhood. Filled with a feeling not unlike gratitude, John leaned over and tenderly kissed the girl's instep.
Frank laughed. "Dig the Romeo type. Romeo Heart-throb. How are you on hand kissing, kid? I know how you are on pussy kissing."
"Don't tease Johnny, Frank, you big bully. I like it. He's sweet. You're a slob." She rubbed her younger brother's head, but she smiled as warmly at Frank.
"I should make you pay for that, bitch," he said with a grin. "I notice you sure don't mind fucking and sucking a slob."
She giggled. "Any old time, brother mine. Any old time. Like now, maybe?" she suggested hopefully.
Frank rolled over to his stomach and watched his brother caress his sister. "You know," he addressed Janna, "the kid's as pretty as any girl I know. Look at that ass of his. I wouldn't mind getting into it right now."
Janna leaned over and kissed the top of John's head. "Oh, I don't know. I was sort of thinking of having him eat my pussy for a while."
"No reason why he can't do both at the same time, is there?" Frank's voice was perfectly reasonable as they continued to talk as if John were not present or could not speak for himself.
But John didn't mind. He, in fact, kind of liked their treatment of him. They were both his idols, and lately had been bringing him so much pleasure. He would gladly do whatever they asked, especially if it were presented to him as if he had no choice in the matter at all. If Frank had asked him if he could fuck him, he would have had to say no, if only to defend his masculinity. But with Frank telling him he was going to fuck him in the ass, the entire matter was obviously settled. It would happen; Frank was going to do it to him, and there was no point or time for argument. He continued stroking his sister's pretty legs.
"First he'd have to get your cock in shape," Janna commented, giggling.
Frank looked down at his soft dick. "Good point." He kneeled by John. "Play with my cock, kid. Get it real hard so that I can stick it up your asshole. Play with it nice."
John left one hand on his sister and reached for Frank's limp prick with the other. It felt strange in his hand, but not really unpleasant. He squeezed it gently, then reached down and fingered his brother's balls.
"That feels good, kid. Just keep that up awhile and you'll get a nice present. Do we have any Vaseline around here?"
"Not in this room, Frank." Janna watched John play with the gradually distending cock, her eyes hot.
"Okay. Then you better suck it hard, kid. And the wetter you get it the less it will hurt when I ram it home."
Janna wriggled so that John could reach her cunt with his free hand. "Play with me, too, baby. Keep one hand on his balls and the other on my pussy."
John bent over and brought his face to his brother's crotch. He could smell his sister faintly on his brother's cock. He found her cunt with his hand, dipped a finger into her snatch, then opened his mouth for his brother. He was mildly surprised to feel the big cock leap to life in his mouth.
"That's fine! You've got a natural talent for cocksucking, kid. Now get it good and wet." Frank began to rock back and forth, slipping his cock in and out of John's mouth slowly.
John strained his lips over the width of the prick in his mouth, getting it wet. He knew that it was only minutes before Frank would be wanting to plunge it into his ass.
Janna eased her ass to the edge of the bed and parted her legs in expectation of his tongue. It was fun to watch John suck Frank, more fun to know she was next in line for his adoring tongue. It would be heaven to be sucked while he was getting fucked. Sex, in any shape, form or number, was fun for Janna.
"Okay, kid. That just about does it. I hope you got it good and wet, because you don't get a second chance." Frank positioned his brother so that John's face was over Janna's cunt and his slim ass was invitingly near Frank's prick.
"Wait!" Janna got up and walked to Frank. She took his two fingers and jammed them up her juicing slit, then pushed the slippery fingers up John's asshole.
Grinning, Frank duplicated her action, wetting his probing fingers, then using the fluid to lubricate his brother. The byplay seemed to put an impossible extra half inch on Frank's already massive prick.
Janna got back on the bed, spread her legs, and put her fingertips guidingly on John's head. "Now lick my pussy, baby. Fuck me with that tongue of yours. Do everything to me Frank does to you." She twisted slightly so that she could watch the fucking while she was being sucked.
Frank pressed the knob of his cock snugly against John's absurdly tight hole. He felt like a bull in heat. His balls had a heaviness they shouldn't have had, yet the thought of fucking his brother excited him to new life. It seemed that anything sexual he had to do with anyone in the family was all right with him. Normal barriers were down, and nothing seemed to present a problem.
Frank knew that he might just as easily suck John as the other way around, or might even sit on the boy's cock if the kid wanted it that way. He would have half killed anyone else who tried to do that to him, though. It was strange. He thought of his father. What if the only way he could get to fuck his beautiful mother was to first suck his father? Or sit on his father's cock? He knew he would do it, without more than a moment's hesitation.
His silent speculation increased his excitement. With a sudden jerk of his hips Frank plunged his massive cock deep into his brother's bowels.
John's sharp groan was muffled by Janna's wet pussy. She had timed it perfectly, pulling him into her crotch at the moment Frank lunged.
For a moment, however, he was unable to move against her slit. He hadn't been prepared for the sudden shock of pain. He held perfectly still, terrified to move in fear that the slightest shifting would prove too much for his tightly stretched asshole. He felt as if he had an enormous turd lodged in there, only instead of trying to leave his body, this turd was fighting to get even further inside. Then he felt Frank's cock begin to contract experimentally in the tiny space.
At that moment he became aware of the fact that Frank's balls were pressed up against the cheeks of his ass, that it was Frank's hairy belly up against him, and all was well. It was Frank, his big brother Frank. Frank could do anything he wanted to him. He relaxed on the cock, no longer minding the pain quite so much. He turned his attention toward the sister's snatch, wanting nothing more than to please both of them beyond their wildest expectations.
Janna felt the tongue begin to work in her pussy. It felt wonderful to be licked while watching an ass-fucking. Also, John's sucking her meant that he didn't mind the big cock up his ass. Maybe he was even enjoying it a little. Janna reached down and began to squeeze her own tits. The cock in his ass did little to distract John from his tongue duties. He was doing a fantastic job on her insides.
"God damn! Your ass is tighter than most girls' cunts. It feels really good." He began to move a little, as if testing for fit. Then he paused and watched John lick Janna. "Does it feel good, Janna?"
"Great. Almost as good as it feels when you fuck me. If he keeps doing what he's doing I'm going to come...I want to wait for you. Let me know when you're going to come.... " She writhed on the bed, digging her ass into the mattress and tightening her grip on her breasts.
Frank began to move regularly. His strokes were long-drawn, steady punches with his tool that rocked the boy's entire body.
Groaning into his sister's cunt, John bore down hard on the cock up his ass. He was riding a wave not quite pain and not yet pleasure, but it was impossible to decipher his feelings at this point. The cock was definitely teasing him somewhere special, as his own prick was coming alive under him. He felt the hardness of it against his belly. Janna's pussy was demanding, nearly strangling him, suffocating him, overwhelming him. He responded to it happily, licking until his tongue threatened to give out, feeling her come once and then again, even as she swore she would wait for Frank to drop his load.
"I can't hold it any longer!" Frank's voice was strained. He began to move faster. "I've got to shoot off in his ass." He slammed his hips violently.
John cried out against the shuddering flesh. His brother's passionate attack was doing crazy things to his insides. His cock was crammed up against his stomach, and suddenly it began to spurt. He felt like his entire insides were flowing out of him. He sucked in a mouthful of her juice as the wonderul spasm rocked through his tensed body.
Frank came in waves, directing his hot sperm deep into the boy's rectum. He grunted savagely, then jerked his sensitive cock out of the gripping, spasming asshole.
Janna watched the spontaneous orgasming and nearly joined them. Instead, she bathed John's face in her slit and waited. She was in no hurry to end this night. Besides, she knew what would have to be next. As soon as both boys had rested she was going to take a turn in the middle. She would take one cock in her mouth, and one in her sweating crotch. Smiling, she settled back against the pillows, hoping it wouldn't take them too long to recover....
They had been teasing each other for fifteen minutes or more. Julie was the first one to break down and speak.
"Go on, put your finger in me!" She touched the hand skirting her slit. "I can't stand it any longer. Stick a finger in me, please!"
Lennie giggled. She had been tickling her mother everywhere, but backing off when the woman wanted more. It was a fun game, but now Julie was too hot for it. "You want me to finger-fuck you, huh? I don't know why I should. I'm not especially hot right now. There's all kinds of things I could do to you, you could do to me, if you got me hot.... "
With a moan, Julie began to kiss the girl, tonguing her mouth, filling her hands with the high young breasts. She pinched lightly at Lennie's nipples, then ducked her head to suck one up into her mouth. She rolled the little pebble in her mouth, then released it to fasten her lips on its twin.
Lennie leaned back, enjoying her mother's touch. She signed softly, pushing her tit further into Julie's hot mouth. "That feels nice. Play with the other one. Here, let me play with your pussy while you kiss them. It feels so good.... "
Julie shifted so that her crotch was within reach. She moaned when her daughter's hand began to slip up her thigh. The small nipple in her mouth was very hard, very tempting. The flesh around it was firm and hot, perfect cushions for her flushed face. She was caught up in a world of rapture, a sensual bubble of delicious-ness that seemed timeless. At first she had been worried about Kurt, about the slim possibility that he might come home and find the two of them in an incestuous embrace, but she no longer worried at all. The sole thought she had was of happy expectation, savoring the knowledge that soon she would have her face buried in her daughter's adorable pussy while Lennie sucked hers....Nothing else really seemed to matter at all....
Kurt parked carefully, aware as he backed in between the trash cans that he was somewhat drunk. He swore softly, killing the engine. He didn't want to awaken anyone yet, not until he'd decided on an approach. And maybe he'd better shower first. The perfume of the girl in the first bar was all over him, particularly over his cock. He couldn't very well wake up his wife, smelling of a hot bitch.
He unlocked the door quietly, then started for the staircase, his thoughts very far away. A moment's uncertainty propelled him instead to the wet bar. He fumbled for the Scotch, decided to bypass the ice cubes. But not the glass. When he started skipping the glass he was in real trouble. He swirled the amber booze and studied its rich color in the light. Someone had forgotten to switch off the big light before going to bed. He sipped and dwelled on the irresponsibility of his children. It was most likely one of the boys. He thought of them fondly. They were real studs, his sons, strong and manly. He wondered if they were getting any. He knew for sure Frank had popped a few cherries in the neighborhood, and had no doubt that he was getting it regularly. Both his sons had big cocks. Not as big as the old man, he thought smugly, but not far behind. In a way, it was almost as if they were extensions of himself, as if whenever they fucked a pretty little teenybopper they were fucking for him, too. He wondered if John was fucking yet. He was a handsome boy, with a great pair of balls on him. He was probably having to make the girls wait in line.
Kurt grinned at his line of thinking, then realized his thoughts had given him an erection. Just thinking of all the young cunt his sons were getting was exciting. Kurt swallowed some of the Scotch and idly wondered if Julie, like himself, had ever had a sexual thought about her sons. He thought it likely. How could she not notice them sexually? They both reeked with the essence of hot young malehood. A whore had once told him all women were secretly aware of sexy young boys, seeing in them the perfect male counterpart, especially when the young male was her own son, and therefore a part of herself. Just as no one but a mother could properly feed or care for her sons, no other woman could possibly care for their sexual needs as well, either. It was an interesting theory, but since laws and taboos had made such thinking unacceptable, nothing much ever came of it anyway. But now Kurt wondered.
He tried to imagine Frank fucking Julie. He could just see his boy's big cock ramming into her slit.... Kurt's cock was now frighteningly stiff. He downed the dregs of his drink and stood up. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, perhaps a shade foggy in his brain, but otherwise fine. Prepared for anything, he thought.
The stairs, however seemed interminable. He climbed slowly, in no way helped by his hard-on. At last he reached the hallway. For a moment he looked longingly at Janna's closed bedroom door. What would it be like to steal into her room, slip into her narrow bed....He forced his thoughts elsewhere.
He opened his sons' door very slowly, wanting a quick glimpse of his handsome boys. He would not have gone out of his way to peek into their room, had not done so since they were very small, but a combined envy-pride for them turned him in their direction. He pushed softly at the door, not wanting to awaken his boys. The first thing he noticed was the beam of light that spilled into the darkened hallway through the crack in the door. The boys had fallen asleep with the light on. He opened the door another crack and peered inside. What he saw caused him to stagger backwards. In the protective darkness of the hallway he paused to collect himself. Then when his heart had calmed down, he risked another peek. No, his eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him. . . .
They didn't see him, or notice the door had been pulled open a crack. They were far too absorbed in what they were doing to notice anything except each other. Kurt could barely rip his eyes from the scene. John was seated cross-legged at the head of Frank's bed, naked. His long cock was buried in a hot, sucking mouth. The girl sucking him had what appeared to be the most beautiful body he'd ever seen-the back of it, anyway. She was stretched out naked on her belly, sucking like she was starving, while Frank, on his knees behind her on the bed, was plowing her cunt dog-style with an immense erection.
It took Kurt an extra minute or two to undeniably admit what he strongly suspected. There was no denying the girl's identity when Janna, smiling sensually, released John's prick long enough to allow Kurt a good look at her face. The man felt rooted to the spot where he stood. He managed to move only when he began to realize that he was breathing heavily enough to be noticed. He couldn't help himself-the shocking scene before him was the most erotic exhibition he'd ever imagined, much less witnessed. He tiptoed on shaky legs to the bathroom, feeling secure only when the door was tightly shut behind him.
He tried to figure out what he was supposed to do. Should he play the role of an indignant father? Should he storm in there, jerk his daughter away from the boys, punish them all? Or should he simply ignore what was doing on and try to put it out of his mind? The last seemed most unlikely, the forgetting about it part, at any rate. Kurt knew he would go to his grave with the image of what he had seen in his sons' bedroom.
His hard-on seemed a life-long condition also. It was so hard it ached and mushroomed out his trousers. Touching himself as little as possible out of fear that he would come in his pants from the least stimulation, Kurt readjusted his prick, making his condition less obvious. He tried to think. Should he tell Julie? How would she take it? Would she get hysterical? How was it that he knew so little about his wife that he had no idea how she'd respond to something like this?
He sat down on the edge of the tub. Possibly he could simply pretend he'd never seen anything. At least, he thought ruefully, he seemed to have been wrong on his thoughts about the fragmenting of his family. Some of its members seemed far closer than he'd ever imagined they could be. Come to think of it, it had been quite awhile since he'd come home before his children. It seemed that he was the only member of the family who was keeping away lately.
It finally occurred to Kurt that he couldn't begin to cope with this latest development tonight. If he could only get his cock to go down he would go to bed. There would be no family meeting tonight, no awakenings in the middle of night as planned. Except for Julie. He just might have to wake her up if he had any thoughts of getting any sleep at all. His prick would have to be emptied at least once tonight, anyway.
He was very quiet as he made his way down the hallway. He didn't want to disturb anyone, least of all the three at the end of the hallway. He wouldn't have known what to say to them. As he passed his youngest daughter's door he decided not to risk peeking there, either. Not that he had much to worry about. He had just about run out of family members. Besides, knowing his luck, he'd take a fatherly peek at Lennie, find her in the midst of masturbating, dash into the room and fuck his own kid silly. He didn't trust himself at all after what he'd seen.
His prick had barely relaxed by the time he reached his own door. He was relieved to be there. Beyond this door, at least, normalcy, however dull, could be found. It was for the best-he couldn't take much more. He pushed open the door very carefully. He didn't want Julie to wake up until he was naked and had his prick halfway up her snatch. All he needed was for her to wake up and engage him in an argument this of all nights.
The light in his own room was on also, he observed, opening the door a slit. The night light, which Julie often left lit when she was waiting for him. He resolved to open the door a crack more. If his wife were still up, he would sneak back downstairs until she was sound asleep.
The door inched open, and when it was wide enough to peek into, Kurt looked. This time he didn't stagger back into the hallway. This time he was beyond outward reaction. He merely stood his ground and stared, seeing nothing after the first shock of realization. And this time he had no trouble at all in identifying the players, although both their faces were completely hidden in each other's cunt.
He had no idea how long he stood there. Time had lost all meaning for him. Eventually, though, he found himself back down in his living room, a most urgently needed drink in his sweating fist. The image of his wife and youngest daughter lost to everything in the heat of a passionate sixty-nine, seemed super-imposed on his brain, lapping over the portrait of the rest of his family indulging in a hot orgy. He got up, poured another drink, and didn't even bother sitting down while he downed that drink. He poured out a final full glass of the biting drink, then sunk onto the couch. How long, he wondered, had all this been going on? He could think so much better if the bar of red-hot iron in his pants would cool off.
The more he thought of it, the more outraged he became. How long had this been going on and why hadn't anyone told him about it? What was he anyway? Some kind of outsider? Here he'd been going through the fires of hell, feeling like some evil monster, while the rest of the family was home enjoying the very thing that had been driving him crazy with guilt. The longer he sat, the angrier he became. Yet his rage did nothing to reduce the size of his penis. Never in all his adult life had his cock behaved like this.
Finally his anger got the best of him. He would not stand for this a second longer. The booze in his system gave him the courage he needed. He stomped up the stairs, no longer caring who heard him. His face was red as he reached the boys' bedroom, although his prick hadn't changed at all.
He opened the door but was careful not to actually look inside. "Okay, kids! Get your asses out of the sack, put something on, and get downstairs ! I want to see you in five minutes flat!"
Then he thundered down the hallway to his own room. Again he averted his eyes as he gave his brisk orders.
Then, feeling much like a battle-worn infantryman at the end of a long campaign, knowing he's about to begin a still longer one, he stomped back down the staircase.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He launched his attack with fire and confusion, addressing his nearly naked family. At first no one would look at anyone else, but soon Kurt's ranting revealed to both groups what had been going on.
Frank began to smile. He looked over at his white-faced mother who clutched her robe with both hands and looked small and lost. She looked, he thought, like a young girl who was caught five minutes before she finally decided to abandon her virginity-guilty as hell, but not quite sure of which crime. He continued to stare at her until he caught her eye. She stared blankly at first, then the corners of her mouth turned up the slightest bit.
Julie found herself smiling, and made a wild attempt to abort the grin. But somehow, now that everything was out in the open, now that she knew that everyone in her family except for her husband was doing much the same thing, the whole issue seemed less serious and a great deal more amusing. It really was funny...but not to Kurt, who was blustering around the room in a semi-drunken state of agitation. She lost interest in what he was saying, and concentrated instead on trying to figure out what it really was that was upsetting him so much.
Lennie glanced over at her mother to see how she was taking it. The girl was surprised to find Julie staring speculatively at her husband, as if nothing very important was going on. Lennie wasn't particularly frightened or upset herself, but she was annoyed. After all, she was on the verge of coming. That wasn't a reasonable time to be expected to stop. She looked at her father again. He was good-looking, there was no doubt about that. If only there was some way to get inside his pants they could all get back to fun and games. . . .
John had started out being scared stiff. But now that this living room scene was dragging on and on without anything really being said, he was beginning to be bored. The most exciting thing' that had happened was discovering that his mother had been making it with Lennie in the next room all that time. He glanced over at his mother, wondering how long he would have to wait before she would let him touch her....
Janna's lips curved into a soft smile. All the time her father had been raving on he had been standing behind the couch, visible only from the waist up. But something about the splotchy coloring of his face alerted the girl. Slowly she had begun to steal around the chair. Now that she was standing almost next to him she could see it; his trousers ballooned out to contain the large stiff cock. Jana shook her head. The old fucker! The phony! All the time while he's carrying on, he had a hard-on big enough to choke a horse! She knew just how to take care of him.
Finally Julie interrupted Kurt's tirade. Her voice was cool. "Exactly what is it you're so mad about, darling?"
Kurt looked at her, his jaw dropping. "What do I...what is it I'm...what do you think I mean?" he sputtered finally. His knees were definitely shaky. He sat down in the large chair, relieved that his cock had softened the slightest bit.
Frank and John glanced over at each other, glad to let the females do all the talking. Frank lit a cigarette. This time John accepted one.
Lennie stepped closer. "You're not shocked, are you, Daddy?" Her voice was teasing, sexy.
Kurt looked at each of his daughters, one of them on each side of him. He didn't know what to say.
Julie came up to him, standing over his chair.
"Are you angry because we were having fun with each other? Is that why you called us down here, darling?" Her voice was gentle but with an unmistakable air of maternalism.
"Yes, is that why, Daddy?" Janna took a step closer to her father. All she was wearing was one of Frank's tee shirts and a pair of bikini panties. She knew he could see her nipples through the shirt and her panties from where he sat.
Kurt tried to speak but couldn't. He could smell the subtle scent of pussy emanating from his three women. When the silence had dragged on too long, he found his voice. "I...I had planned on getting you all up, anyway. I wanted to talk to you. I thought we should do something about our family before it fell apart completely." He studied each one in turn. "Apparently you took matters into your own hands."
No one bothered to comment on the pun. "Everything's beautiful now, Daddy. We're having fun, and hurting no one. The only thing that was wrong was that we were afraid you would catch us and be mad. Besides, we missed you." Lennie ran her hand down his arm lightly.
Janna bent over her father, allowing her nipples to graze his chest. "Don't be such an old creep. Come on, relax. It's not so bad. In fact, it's wonderful." She lowered herself onto his lap and ran a hand down over his chest, past his beltline, and finally allowed it to rest over his distended fly. She pressed against his swollen prick. "Come on, Daddy, play with me! Play with Lennie! You'll love it, Daddy.... "
Reaching over, the girl put her other hand between her mother's thighs. Lennie leaned down and unzipped her father's fly, releasing his cock to her older sister's experienced fingers.
Frank and John, as if of one mind or reacting to the same silent command, stepped closer.
Janna played with both her parents, but she kept her hot eyes fastened on her father's flushed face. "You know what they say about the family that plays together.... " Janna slipped to the rug and lowered her mouth to his cock.
Kurt groaned as if an electric shock had struck his prick.
Lennie, a smile on her face, lifted her gown and swayed up to her father's face, her soft little pussy gleaming wetly. "Come on, Daddy," she urged, "let's play.... "
