There were two things I wanted more than anything in the world. The first was to know Daddy loved me. The second was to have him take me in his arms, kiss me, squeeze me, and drive his magnificent cock as far up in my tight pussy as it would go. It was what I was thinking when he entered my bedroom.
"Still up, Kitty-Kat? Christ! It's after midnight." He crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and brushed hair from my brow. He was so handsome . . . dark, like me, with thick curly hair, almost black eyes, and muscles all over the place. But that cock! It showed no matter what he wore, hung down inside his pants leg like a thick garden hose with a round nozzle. I couldn't understand why Mummy had run off with his business partner, taking her clothes, the car, the money from their joint savings account, leaving him only me. Poor sweet Daddy. I was determined to make me enough . . . even if I had to knock him over the head.
"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in the niche at his shoulder. He smelled so good: Old Spice after-shave lotion and talcum powder. "Promise you'll never leave me," I whispered, cuddling against him, pretending to be his frightened little girl.
"Leave? Who in hell said anything about leaving? Christ! You think I'd run off like . . . you think I'd leave my only brat? Don't talk crazy, for crying out loud!"
He tried to untangle me. I held tight. He relented, held me close, gently smoothing my long black hair. I squeezed with all my might, mashing my titties into his chest as I scurried from under the covers, into his lap. He was such a dope! He'd been wanting to fuck me for the longest time, but was all tied up in knots about me being his little girl, his Kitty-Kat-Kathie.
Darn! I thought, why couldn't he be more like Mr. Simon, who, according to twelve-year-old Debbie down the street, got drunk every Friday night, sneaked in her room, and played with her hairless twat while she pretended to sleep. My cunt got sopping wet just thinking about it. I wiggled my ass on the long mighty shaft hardening inside the silk pajamas between him and my panties.
"Listen, Kitten, remember how it was when you were still a tomboy? The camping trips? The time you heard a bear, crawled into my sleeping bag, cried and wouldn't get out, no matter what?"
I mumbled yes into the coarse hair on his chest. Boy! Did I ever remember that sleeping bag! It was the very first time .I felt his hard dick against me-digging snug in my ass as it grew and grew through the night. I had made up my mind right then, three years ago, even before I was old enough to come, that Daddy would be the first, maybe the only one ever, to stick a dick in me.
"We're gonna be close like that again," he said, moving his hand in slow circles over my back. "Me and you, Katty. I'm taking the rest of the week off, starting tomorrow, and we're going back where you heard the bear."
I was up bright and early next morning. I chose the tightest dungarees I owned, with round white patches in back, a frilly crop top, and stood before the mirror, admiring myself. With my hair up, braless breasts jutting, jeans dipping snugly into the hot anxious pocket at the top of my tapered thighs, I looked older, curvier, more experienced than a girl of fourteen. I cocked my head, grinned. Today was going to be the day, I knew. I could feel it deep in my belly, as if Daddy's stiff joint was already bludgeoning my maidenhead, tearing my cherry, unloading buckets of cum in the depths of my cunt.
I squealed just thinking about it. My heart was racing. I flew from the room, stocked the picnic basket, assembled the gear, had everything packed and ready, and was waiting impatiently in the car when Daddy awoke and came outside looking for me.
The long drive was stupendous. The sun shone through the tall trees along the highway, the air was fresh and warm, and the shadowy woods whispered mysterious sounds. Daddy drove in silence, pretending to be concentrating on the road. I watched him, beating him to the dash lighter each time he reached for a cigarette, mouth watering as I eyed the sturdy hose along the inside of one powerful thigh, and noticing, too, his hungry sidelong glances when I raised one leg onto the seat, sat sideways, and gave him an unhampered look at my crotch. By the time we arrived at the heavily wooded camp site, the size of his member was awesome, and I knew by the forced grin on his face that he was trying extra hard apparently not succeeding to think of me as his little Kitty-Kat Kathie.
"Race you to the lake, Kitten." Daddy leaped from the car, tore off his undershirt and winked. His skin was deep copper except where the sleeveless garment had left it shoulder-strap white. Tiny muscles rippled along his firm belly. He grabbed his trunks, started for the woods, paused and called, "Two minutes, minx. If you're not ready, I'll come drag your cute naked ass through the trees."
"Oh, Daddy.. . you know you'd run like a deer if I were nude when you got back."
"Oh, yeah? Well, just get yourself stripped and see."
Giddy, drunk with the thought of being alone in the woods for days and days with Daddy, I came out of my clothes in a flash. Kneeling on the front seat, the heat from the windshield warming my quivering buttocks, I searched for my red bikini among the things in back. Suddenly I froze, heart thumping, thoughts pouncing upon Daddy's dare. Why not? I speculated, head spinning as I imagined him dragging me naked, cunt dripping, ass bouncing through the grass and prickly pine needles on the cool forest floor. It would be a marvelous luck! I sat trembling on the front seat, hugging my raised knees, anticipating, waiting.
Soon Daddy reappeared. "Ready or not!" he shouted, enormous prick bent almost double in the tight swimsuit. He took long strides to the car, opened the door and peered in.
"Not ready," I cooed. Daddy gulped. Slowly I moved my feet toward him. I leaned back on my hands, legs outstretched, thighs parted. His gaze settled on my hairy wet pussy. Hungrily he stared. I could feel his eyes boring into my love hole, opened wider, moved.
Finally, as the head of his cock snaked down, poking from the leg band of the trunks as the shaft hardened, Daddy turned away. "Put . . . put something on," he choked, refusing to look at me. "For Christ sakes, Katty. You're making me crazy . . . more and more like your mother every day. She used to tease hell out of Tom, my partner . . . opening her legs, her snatch . . . showing her velvet white ass, melon tits. Christ! Can't blame the guy for running off with that. She was good cunt, your mother. Hot. Tight. I never screwed anyone like her."
I watched him rub the front of the swimsuit. "Don't be sad, Daddy," I wailed, jumping from the car, and wrapping my small arms tight around his waist. He was so tall. My head barely reached his broad shoulders. "I can be better than she was," I breathed against his smooth back, grinding my hips, my upper thighs and pussy, on the rough swimsuit. I kissed down his spine, up. My hand found his waistband, stole beneath-trembling fingers searching through hair to the roots of his sex. "Fuck me," I pleaded. "You've wanted to for the longest time. Don't pretend. Your dick gets hard every time you look at me."
Groaning, Daddy turned and crushed me against his big strong body. The entire length of his wonderful joint bored between my trembling thighs. Gripping my buttocks, he lifted me off the ground, and we fell, all feverish hands and arms and legs, across the front seat of the car. I gasped as his weight fell upon me. But I didn't much care if I never breathed again. I didn't much care about anything except getting his fiery dick inside me, where it belonged. I was determined to make him forget Mummy and everyone else and give every last inch of his poker, every last drop of his cum, to me.
Kneading the soft halves of my ass, fingers inching down and under, to the open wet lips of my pussy, Daddy drove his sandpapery tongue into my mouth. I reached for his cock. It sprang from the leg band of the swimsuit into my hand. I squeezed. Daddy sobbed. I jerked my hand up and down the full incredible length. It was so big! So hard! The juices ran from my cunt, making me all slippery inside, ready to receive every adorable millimeter.
Then suddenly, just as I raised my knees, spread my thighs wide and guided the fat pulsing head to the mouth of my sopping wet twat, Daddy yelled no! broke away, and sat! dick standing tall, panting, face flushed, staring at me with a peculiar, tortured look in his eyes. "I . . . I can't bang you," he croaked.
"Don't be dumb!" I hollered, outraged, finger-fucking myself as my gaze darted from his face to his stiff prick. "You can't stop now. You can't just say no like . . . like . . . okay!" Again I threw myself at him. Ignoring his protests! I buried my face in his lap, kissing the hairy thing all up and down the heavily veined underside. It was so hot! And the smell-the musty odor from his asshole, sweat, bathing suit-made my cunt ooze sticky love juice. on my thighs and the seat. Lapping the lovely pink tip, I tore frantically at the swimsuit until the material ripped up the seam and his wrinkled balls fell into the palm of my hand.
"Kitty-Kat. Jesus. You sweet mother fucker, you." Daddy's hips bucked. He groaned. Gently he touched my head, and pressed his throbbing member firmly to my mouth.
"Should I suck it? Like this?" I flicked my tongue lightly across the sensitive tip, down the stalk, to his cubes. His pole tightened and grew larger still; tiny blue veins flooding beneath the loose outer jacket of skin. "Say pleeze," I taunted, voice high, his little girl again.
Daddy shivered. Closing his eyes, he slipped farther down in the seat. The torn trunks pinched his nuts. He took hold of the split seam, and, with one mighty tug, ripped the swimsuit in two and flung the meddlesome thing from the car. Next he buried his hand in my ass, twisted his stink-finger roughly up my shitter, forced my head down, and hissed, "Suck!"
"Not yet, Daddy. Let me . . . ummm. OHHH!" Relaxing my sphincter muscles, I shimmied down until his finger was stuck to the knuckle in my asshole. I expanded and contracted my rectum, grinding my hips, loving the feel, the fuck like rhythm, the mere thought of something of Daddy's inside my belly. "Let me play with it first," I breathed hot on his tool, and swirled my tongue around and around over the tip, traced designs on his nuts, and probed the dark, sour-sweet smelling crack of his ass. I had never before seen his cock close up. At home, during the hot summer months, when he walked the house in boxer shorts most nights, I had caught glimpses of it slapping the open fly. Before Mummy ran off with Tom, on the nights they fucked, I had watched the enormous head swell when he patted her ass off to bed. But never before so deliciously, awesomely close. Never before swollen just for me.
"You're m-m-making me c-c-crazy," blubbered Daddy, thrusting his cock at me. "I never could get your mother to suck me off. She said my dick was too big, and . . . ahhh! That's it, baby. Roll your sweet little tongue on the head. Like . . . yeah. Oh, yeah! Your mother used to say sucking my dick would be like lapping her own cunt, then she'd push my head down into her juicy snatch and I'd forget everything except eating her hot pussy. Christ, it was good though. Ever have your cunt sucked, Kitty?" His finger popped from my asshole, Inched under, found my clit and made it spring to attention.
"Do it, Daddy," I whispered. "No one's ever sucked or fucked me. I'm cherry all over. I've been saving it all, every hole, just for you." Clamping my thighs tight on his hand, I fell moaning against him. His fingers sent fiery little darts racing through my vagina, my belly. It was heavenly. And I wanted more than anything to please him. So I licked the tiny aperture in the pink nozzle head of his cock, and, with his huge hairy cubes in my hand, his finger high in my twat while the fingers of his free hand toyed with my titties, I opened my mouth and drew his big dick deep, deep, as deep, as It would go, into my face.
"Baby," cried Daddy. "Goddambaby!"
Noisily I sucked. His joint was so long, so fat, it felt as if the skin at the corners of my small mouth was about to tear. I retreated, wet the shaft thoroughly with saliva before moving my lips slowly down the rock-hard length, to the hairy, thick roots. My own Daddy lollipop, I thought, feeling the head butt my tonsils as he slammed every micrometer of throbbing meat into my face.
Suddenly I was being lifted. I felt Daddy's strong hands grip my thighs, turn me ass over heels, and, twisting my neck as he arranged my legs on either side of his head, knees bent and propped on the backrest, bring my gaping cunt close to his face.
It was fantastic. My mouth turned on his dick until I was suspended upside down, watching his shaft piston up into my head. I squealed, coming all over the place.
"Rest your weight on my shoulders, Katty," breathed Daddy into my wide open, slippery wet cunt. "I never tried for a cherry with my tongue. Here goes."
An incredible sensation started my hips grinding. Was that his tongue? I wondered, amazed. It felt as big as the thing stoking my face. It flicked lightly along the outer lips of my tight gash, tested the opening, tickled my clit, and bored hotly into my virgin love hole. I bit down on his poker, moving my tongue back and forth along the underside. My legs closed automatically. I felt his nose in the crack of my ass . . . sniffing my cute puckered asshole as the sandpapery thing in his mouth darted faster and faster, in and out, Daddy making loud slurping noises in time with the furious round and round fucking motion of his hips.
Keeping my balance with one hand, I brought my lips to the end of his beautiful dick, cupped his balls, and shot my face down. Daddy mumbled incoherently against my pussy. I felt his bristly whiskers brush the tender inner lips of my cunt and almost choked on his member. I was on fire--about to explode in hundreds of pieces on a warm cloud of sexual bliss. I could see myself coming, my juices dripping down Daddy's square chin and falling, drop by tiny glistening drop, into the mat of curly coarse hair on his chest. I felt his body grow rigid and knew he was coming, too.
"I luv you, Daddy," I mumbled as his hips shot up from the seat, banging my head against the steering wheel, and driving his joint all the way down to my gullet, it seemed. I felt the first hot blast deep in my throat. Squeezing his huge hairy nuts, I retreated to the head, and drank each successive spurt from the small aperture at the center of the bloated round nozzle.
Daddy sighed and. fell back. His cock lost some of its fullness. Reluctantly I let it pop from my mouth, cleaned the last drop of cream from the aperture, twisted and turned, and sat, right side up, in his lap.
Daddy grinned. "I didn't get it."
"What?"
"Your cherry." He shoved two long fingers roughly up my cunt.
Snuggling against him, I said, "One hole down . . . two to go!"
Daddy beat me to the lake. He paused at the waterline. I watched his bare buttocks tighten as he extended his arms, stood tall, and dove. My mind wasn't on swimming. Sucking his cock had only made me hungry for more, and as I watched him come up, stand glistening in waist-deep water, limp meat like a white electric eel below the surface, my pussy grew tight and gooey once more. If only he knew! I thought. I'd planned this day for ever so long . . . even before the imaginary bear drove me to his sleeping bag.. . way back when he and Mummy and me used to wrestle, and I had first seen his hand slip up Mummy's skirt, to finger fuck her while I squirmed and giggled and pretended to try to escape from between their straining hips. And afterward, after they tucked me in bed and went to their room, I used to listen, small ear pressed to the thin wall between our bedrooms, wishing it were me, instead of Mummy, moaning and sobbing as Daddy, my heavenly handsome, fuckable, suckable Daddy, made the bedsprings squeak as he drove the long thing I loved into her belly. Now my gaze devoured it. I could still taste his cum, and I wanted his meat slammed up in me, shooting off spurt after spurt, instead of hanging lifeless, forlorn, in the clear, blue-green and sparkling with sunlight, mountain lake.
"C'mon, Kitty-Kat," called Daddy, waving me in before he went under again, and scissored like a huge frog, to the middle of the lake. Ready to follow anywhere, to suck him off underwater, if he asked, I splashed out. But the lake stopped me. The water crawled up my thighs, touched my cunt, made me shiver and yelp. It was an unwelcome douche. I felt it creep inside me, slosh about, and wash the last of the sticky love juices away. I giggled. I could imagine a fish somewhere below, mistaking the wormy strands of cum for a groovy dinner, gulping a mouthful, and immediately having an orgasm.
"Now you're making me crazy!" I yelled when Daddy again popped through the surface. He looked about, spotted me standing with arms clutched tight across small hard titties-goose bumps making my plump round ass jiggle and jump on the surface--grinned and went under once more. He came at me like a curly-headed torpedo.
Squealing for him to stop, feeling silly, but happy, too, I started for shore. But before I had gone halfway, feet slipping, cunt shriveled yet wanting him still, Daddy's huge callused hand closed around my slim ankle; the other hand slipped up my wet leg to my love channel, and his fingers dug in before he lifted and tossed me high in the air.
"Da-deee . . . ! " I came down with a loud splash, sank. I landed on my ass, on the grassy bottom, opened my eyes and saw his long hairy legs, feet planted firmly, wide apart, cock dangling like tempting bait. I took it firmly in hand and yanked, as if it were the rope on a church tower bell.
Laughing, Daddy lifted me sputtering through the surface. Holding me at arm's length, he said, "I used to watch you undress and think, Christ! that's Katty? Look it the black hair on her twat . . . pink nipples . . . cute little rosy-cheeked ass. I always kind of dug your backside. Even 'when you were a kid, the time in the sleeping bag, when I awoke and felt my piss hard-on stoking your tight dungarees, I had to hold myself back and jerk off in the woods next morning. And then last night, when you sat in my lap, wearing those goddam soft see-through panties, the crack of your ass opening wider every fucking time you moved, I had to whack off again, to get to sleep."
A dreamy look came into Daddy's eyes. I had been holding his cock while he spoke, and now, as he looked me up and down, broad chest heaving, it began to grow and throb in the palm of my hand. I cocked my head, shifted my weight provocatively from one wide hip to the other. Now we were going to fuck, I knew. The thought made my throat dry.
"Once," continued Daddy, voice scratchy, glazed eyes riveted to my glistening. pussy, "right after your mother took off, leaving me with a perpetual hard-on until I started fucking Debbie.. . "
"Daddy!" I squeaked. "Debbie Simon?"
He nodded.
"But Daddy . . . she's my very best friend!"
Daddy grinned foolishly. "That's why it happened," he explained. "She used to come to the house when you were out, and one day, right after watching you wiggle your stuff into hot pants and then take off, leaving me with a poker that long-" he held his hands convincingly two feet apart-"there she was. She was wearing a mini . . . trim little legs wide open when she sat on the sofa . . . hairless pink gash winking while she told me about her old man sneaking into her room and lapping and finger-fucking her the night before." Groaning, as if he were remembering Debbie as a super-swell fuck, he thrust his meat forward in my hand and drove four fingers deep into my bush. He pulled me close. "Joe Simon only lets Debbie suck him off," he added.
Moving my cheek against the wiry hair on his chest, I squatted and took the full length of his fingers. I'd fix Debbie! I thought. Not only had she screwed Daddy, now my personal property, but she had been sucking dick and keeping it a secret from me. Well, I had seen Mr. Simon's hungry looks when I visited the house, and knew he'd prefer my curlicue pussy to Debbie's bald gash. I decided I'd suck him off . . . first chance I got!
Daddy carried me to shore. He found us a soft patch of grass, with thick brush and tall trees all around-in case anyone came, I suppose-set me down, and told me to roll over onto my belly.
"Why?" I asked, staring wide-eyed up at his low-slung, heavy balls, and the club like weapon standing straight out from the burst of midnight-black hair covering him from cock to shin. Was he going to stick that formidable shaft up my tight shitter, I wondered. The mere thought made me tremble! It was so big!
"I gotta have some of that ass," said Daddy, whacking off slowly. "After last night, and that time in the sleeping bag-Christ, Katty, I just gotta bust my nuts in that sweet little asshole of yours. Be a good girl, baby. Turn over and show me what it looks like on hands and knees."
Still frightened, heart beating so fast I thought sure it was going to explode and leave my small tits in shreds, I rolled onto my stomach, closed my eyes, waited. I felt Daddy lie down beside me. Tentatively he fingered my asshole and used his bony knee to spread my quivering thighs. I felt the hot nozzle tip of his prick slip lightly up and down between my soft buttocks. "Don't hurt me, Daddy," I cried, inching back, raising my hips, positioning myself on hands and knees, as he had directed. "Go slow. Your cock is so big . . . shove it in me just a little bit at a time."
Daddy's reply was heavy breathing. I felt him center the bulbous head on my gaping asshole. "Oh, Daddy, pleeze!" I wailed, wanting it, not wanting it. My tight sphincter muscles relaxed, and the tip, the awesome glans at the end of his long hard cock, bit snugly into my rectum. I gasped, hips churning. Daddy gasped, too. I felt his hot shaft forcing its way farther and farther, spreading my cheeks, driving toward the emptiness high in my belly.
"Jesus, you're tiny," said Daddy, gripping my hips, and thrusting, inch by delicious inch . . . until his pubic hair rubbed my rounded backside, and his huge nuts slapped the open lips of my pussy. "Mother fucker! God! God! Move your hips, baby. Help me get it going in and out."
"Ummm . . . ! It feels so good. More. More!" I had been dopey to think it would hurt. It was the most beautiful feeling. I slid forward on his meat spike until the pulsating glans almost escaped, and ground my ass swiftly, furiously back, taking it all, working my inner muscles, sucking him off with spasms of my belly. It went deeper and deeper. I bent double, wanting still more. Deeper. Deeper! I wanted to feel every hair, his nuts, every working part of his joint, his fingers, his tongue, everything that was Daddy, inside me.
"All the way, Daddy," I demanded, cunt snapping at his balls, and tight little shitter burning from the brutal stabs. The pain, the friction, the sense of being raped in the wilderness, were exquisite. Deep in my cunt I could feel the hard poker grazing the thin membrane separating the two channels, and it was like being fucked in both holes at the same time.
Suddenly Daddy's full weight fell upon my back. I gasped, flattening out on the grass. My buttocks closed on his member. He was coming, I knew. He reached under, strong fingers probing my sex, and jerked my own little hard-on to the edge of climax.
"I love you, Daddy," I sobbed.
"I know, Katty. I know."
"Don't stop. Never. Ever." I twisted my neck, moist lips eager for his. His mouth covered mine. It was the sweetest kiss of my life. Breathtaking. Demanding. I felt his dick swell bigger and bigger, his hips no longer thrusting but grinding slow, insistent circles, first this one, then that, and all the time building, climbing the ladder, nearer and nearer the lightning flash of hot cum..
My breath caught when it happened. I thought my insides were coming apart. I bucked. I screamed. I made animalistic noises deep in my throat as blast after terribly forceful blast shot off high in my asshole.
Daddy tore his lips from mine. Straining, nailing me, to the forest floor with his spike, he whispered, tighten up, baby. Milk it. Show me what you can do."
I squeezed and squeezed. I was coming, too . . . barely a second late. The woods lighted up like a bright Christmas tree. The sky spun. The sun was a blazing disc playing bump-and-grind rock. Do it again, Daddy," I begged. "Only harder this time."
CHAPTER TWO
The new Buick, the car Mummy had taken when she ran off with Tom, leaving us the old dented and faded Chevy, was parked in the drive when we arrived home. I looked at Daddy. There was a half-wistful, half-angry look in his eye. Stomping my foot, I blurted, "No! She can't come back now. Don't let her, Daddy. Don't. It'll ruin everything."
She was waiting at the front door, long gold blonde hair radiant from recent brushing, full red lips moist and smiling, and wearing the darndest tight satin green hot pants, skimpy halter, scuffs.. . yummy legs and pussy and big fucking boobs all over the place. Oh! I thought, wanting to strangle her. Did she have to come back when things were so perfect?
"Darling," breathed Mummy, throwing her arms around my secret love's neck, and mashing her stacked juicy body from neck to knee against him. "I was out of my head, sweetheart. Forgive me. Take me back. Please. Nanny-poo wants to come home."
Daddy cast a furtive glance my way. "I . . . um. I guess we can talk, Nan. Talking never hurt anyone."
I scowled. Talk my foot! I thought. Already the front of his pants were beginning to bulge, and there was no mistaking that hotsy look in his eye. For three whole days, almost nonstop I'd sucked his joint and let him fuck me in the ass, and now, after three seconds with her, even after what she'd done, he was willing-no! anxious!-to plow her wide sexy behind right there on the door step. Furious, thinking I'd poison her first, and dismember him next time I got that insatiable dick in my face, I followed them into the living room.
Acknowledging me finally, watermelon headlights still mashed flat on Daddy's chest, Mummy said, "Hi, luv. Did you take good care of our man while I was away?"
"Did I ever!" I balked.
Daddy cleared his throat. "She.. . ah . . . lately she's been very high strung," he managed in an unfamiliar voice. "The shock and everything. She's-well, she's only fourteen, Nan. Still a little girl. Not much more than a baby, actually."
"Daddy! How can you?"
"Don't contradict your father," chided Mummy. "He knows us girls best. Now be a good luv and go play with your little friend Debbie while he and I go into our bedroom and talk."
Boy! Did he ever know me best, I thought. I watched Mummy rub her snatch up and down his fly. What would she do if she knew, I wondered, tempted to tell. I looked from her to Daddy. He was grinning . . . wouldn't even look at me. It was horrible. I felt like the flat breasted chick at a beach party.
While I simmered, Daddy took hold of Mummy's arm and, fingers touching the side of one bouncy boob, cock standing straight out, started for the bedroom. He stopped. Looking at me, not a hint of remorse on his dark, handsome face, he said, "Do that, Ratty. Don't bother about supper. Take a few bucks from the grocery money in the kitchen and you and Debbie go have yourselves a time."
Without knocking, firecracker mad, intending to tell Debbie a -thing or two, I stormed into the Simon place. "Debra?"
No answer. I moved from the living room to the kitchen, found no one, came back. Again I called, moved to the stairs, listened. There didn't seem to be anyone home. I was about to leave when I heard strange sounds from above. Rustling noises. Soft voices. I flew up the stairs.
Debbie had just perched herself on the edge of the bed, legs wide, leaning far back on her hands. I knew they had just begun because Mr. Simon dropped to his knees as I reached the upstairs hall. I watched him bury his clean shaven red face between the girl's slender white thighs, and heard Debbie say, "Do it, Pops. Suck me good. Asshole too." She squealed a long string of abbreviated ohs as Mr. Simon's fat tongue lapped into her hairless pink gash.
I stood across from the open bedroom door, in line with the dresser mirror, where they couldn't see me but I could see their reflection in the glass. I watched Mr. Simon fish a stubby, uncircumcised cock from his pants, skin the head back, and thumb the bright red, tip. All by, itself, as if it had a mind of its own, as if I were Debbie and my fingers were her Popsy's slurping tongue, my hand slipped down inside the tight denim pinching my pussy. I leaned against the wall, legs wide, fingers moving up, up. I touched the elastic barrier. I tried to break it as Debbie's skinny calves snaked around Mr. Simon's thick neck.. . buttocks off the bed, eyes closed tight, wiggling her gaping hole in his face.
I, too, closed my eyes. Suddenly I was very sad. For I knew, could feel it, see it inside my head, that Daddy and Mummy were getting ready to screw. I could imagine him peeling off the hot pants, the halter. Mummy would giggle. Grunt. She'd reach for his tool. And then, when Daddy had stripped and climbed between her spread thighs, body rigid, positioning the nozzle head, she'd moan and arch her body and start the bedsprings squeaking. They'd fuck . . . for hours and hours . . . while I frigged myself off in the Simon upstairs hall . . . remembering the three days in the woods, and listening to plump Joe Simon eat Debbie. Boy!
I must have gasped or made some telltale sound. Because suddenly Mr. Simon was there, chin sloppy with fresh cum, chubby pole protruding from open pants. My mouth formed a surprised O. I was speechless, embarrassed, coming . . . unable to stop my fingers darting in and out, in and out.
"You like it, huh?"
"No!"
"Fuck you don't." Mr. Simon offered a pudgy hand. His breathing was harsh, loud. His round face grinned knowingly. He undid the button at my waist, unzipped the fly, and shimmied the jeans down my churning hips. "Let me do it," he said hoarsely, persuasively. "Move your hand, Give Uncle Joe a taste."
"Kathie?" Debbie's eyes flashed. Her face mirrored my initial surprise. She watched her father drop to his knees, shift my panties, and drink long and deep of the smell of my cunt. She squatted in the doorway, tiny hand working the rosebud protruding like a pink velvet derby from the pouting lips of her twat.
Soon I was coming again, gasping, unable to stand. Mr. Simon led me into the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed, where Debbie had been seated a moment before, and began working the dungarees and panties down my jelly legs. He eyed my thighs, the wedge of black curly hair at top. His logish joint jerked. Would he fuck me, I wondered, lungs refusing to work, pussy tingling. I could almost see the thoughts racing through his mind: tight . . . hot . . . wet and ready. Again I thought of Daddy stoking his long delicious pole into Mummy.
Debbie sat close beside me, "Yours has hair," she whispered, lightly stroking my pussy. "Real soft-like. Ummm!" Her tiny fingers probed for my clit. "Katty . . . it's the softest thing inside, too."
"Not you."
"Yes. I want to." Debbie's face dropped to my lap. Her small tongue flicked out. I shivered.
Mr. Simon lifted my legs and disentangled the jeans and panties from my feet. He let my legs down, coaxed my knees wide apart. Fingering Debbie's tight asshole, he said, "I always knew you'd be hot stuff. Fuck! I used to watch you undress when you were no bigger 'n Debbie. Your window's right across the yard from my bedroom. For years! Ever since the old woman died. One of these days, I used to promise myself, sitting there in the dark, watching your pussy hair grow, one of these days sweet little Kathie's gonna give ole Uncle Joe a taste of that stuff!" He skinned the excess meat from the head of his cock, stepped close.
I didn't have to be told. Saliva filled my mouth, hot and wet. I undid his belt. The pants slithered down white bony legs to his ankles. I pulled the shorts down. Closing one hand around his hot, pulsing dick, I palmed his nuts with the other. It was shorter by inches than Daddy's; smooth-skinned, where Daddy's was ridged and veiny, and not nearly as far around. But the cute little red glans, poking from its sheath like a rabbit's curious nose, had fascinated me from the moment I saw it. Now I licked it. He jumped.
"Wash my balls some."
"I can't-Debbie!-r-reach them."
He moved closer still. Again Debbie's fiery tongue whipped down one side of my vulva and up the other. I gasped. I was goose bumps all over; as if I were once again standing naked in the cold mountain lake. But this was a special kind of cold feeling . . . the white-hot chill of Noxzema applied to sunburn.
"Your cum hole tastes good, Kat. I never ate one before." Debbie tongued my hard clit. Her slender fingers spread the outer lips. Her sweet breath entered my channel.
My own tongue was busy lapping around and under Mr. Simon's small nuts. They weren't much to look at. The smooth outer layer was nothing like the wrinkled and hairy skin on Daddy's hefty cubes. These were childlike, bright pink, almost hairless . . . . like the tiny slit between Debbie's young thighs. Was it a family trait, I wondered, reaching for Debbie's gash and licking the bowed underside of the log near my face. My stink-finger found Mr. Simon's wet asshole, twisted up. He bucked toward me. I could smell the sweat dripping down his back, into the crack of his doughy ass, onto my hand.
"Suck it some."
I glanced up, saw the pained pleasure look on his face, looked down, saw Debbie's round head moving . . . long chestnut hair fanned out like a bib on my thighs. I tickled her gash. Her head moved faster. I tickled Mr. Simon's rectum. He pushed the tiny red tip in past my teeth. "That's it. That's my little sucker." Mr. Simon gripped the back of my head. His smooth shaft slipped farther into my mouth . . . one inch, two. He pulled back, jabbed . . . four inches. He grunted. Again he pulled back, drove forward, harder. His nuts slapped my chin. He sighed. Popping his finger from Debbie's humping ass, he gripped my head with both hands and moved his hips in a slow, rhythmic fuck motion.
"Suck me home, Kathie. Fuck! I used to say, 'One of these days she'll suck me off, that bitch will. All the fucking way home. Like a real fucking pro," he said in satisfaction..
"He likes to talk dirty," mumbled Debbie into my crotch. Abruptly she hopped off the bed, onto her knees, between me and her Popsy. She coaxed my thighs wider apart. Her hot little tongue flicked between the pinched cheeks of my ass. "You take care of Daddy, she added, lips covering the gaping mouth of my sex, sucking, blowing into me, lips coming away, tongue darting down, flat against the crack of my ass, licking up. "You suck him. I'll suck you."
Moaning, pussy twitching in her face, I obliged. Although Mr. Simon's dick was less manly than Daddy's, less awesome and fearsome less wonderful, I knew it would soon shoot off great gushes of semen. Debbie's small pointed tongue had me wild . . . wanting cum . . . huge doses of it. Her feathery brushstrokes sent electric charges through my thighs and lower belly. I reached down. Her cunt snapped at m! fingertip. I had never before considered multiple sex, girl finger-fucking girl, sucking girl, as we were doing while Mr. Simon talked dirty and pumped his stubby peg into my face. But now I thought of variations; Mr. Simon screwing me . . . me eating Debbie . . . me and Mummy and Daddy, all arms and trembling legs, all mouths and pussies and assholes, but only one big dick . . . coming all over each other, on the double bed in the master bedroom at home.
"Fuck! I used to tell Debbie, "Bring your sweet fucking Kathie girl friend over. Let her spend the fucking night. The fucking weekend. She's a ripe sucker, that one is.
Boy! I thought, Debbie wasn't joking when she said Mr. Simon liked to talk dirty. But It was turning me on. I fondled his scrotum. Greedily I sucked his dick. I sucked from deep in my throat, making him squeal like a fat piglet.
"Move up," directed Debbie. "Closer to the edge. I wanna smell your asshole." Again Mr. Simon squealed. His cubes bounced in my hand. I could feel the soft Inner balls the size and shape of pigeon eggs, where the sperm were produced. There' were millions of tiny cum-worms in a man's nuts, I knew. I wanted them. Every one! So I let his slippery shaft pop noisily out of my face, and, while his cock jerked and throbbed, angry with me, it seemed, for evicting it from its nice, warm sheath, sucked the twin pink sacs into my wet mouth.
"Eeeahhh . . . ! " Mr. Simon did a funny dance parody.
"He's like that," said Debbie, grinning up from between my widespread thighs.
But I had reached the point where I didn't much care what anyone did or said. The hot juices were flowing deep in my belly, spewing out on the bedspread, sloshing into Debbie's hot mouth as her hungry lips again opened wide on my pussy. And Debbie was coming, too--all over my hand, the throw rug. And plump Mr. Fucking Simon, still doing his funny soft-shoe routine, balls puffing out my cheeks like a hamster's pouches, was yipping and yelling and shooting off in the air.
Spitting his nuts from my face, I cried, "Oh, NO!" and tried to catch the last creamy spurt. It landed hot on my cheek, slid down to the corner of my mouth. My tongue darted out, found it, licked it in. I 'bent double, mashing Debbie's face to my gaping cunt . . . gasping, moaning, orgasms coming rapidly, one, two.. . three! .
After licking the last of the cum. from Mr. Simon's stubby limp cock, and kissing Debbie full on the lips to taste my own cum, we dressed and went downstairs. I stopped at the front door, grinned. Debbie flew into my arms. Again we kissed, and I felt her pussy and she felt mine. I wasn't mad at her anymore. Nor Daddy. Nor Mummy. What the fuck! I thought philosophically . . . everyone's doing it!
The next few days whisked by. It was the last month of summer vacation. The weather was perfect for swimming at the neighborhood pool and dating boys from school, who, after Daddy and Mr. Simon, were sort of a comedown, because they never did more than feel your thighs or tits and even did that as if it were an accident -but fun, too, and gossip for me and Debbie to giggle about after our afternoon sessions with Popsy.
After dark, our quiet suburban community became a lively place. There were barbecue parties, cocktail parties, birthday and business advancement parties . . . Friday night parties, Saturday night parties, and parties, it seemed, to break up the monotony of parties: And my philosophical outlook on sex was being proved well-founded. For as we took our nightly strolls, me and Debbie, gathering notes for the book we had agreed to write some day, there was ample evidence-heads and legs moving m the dark back seat of a car, cum-crusted panties that everyone, but everyone was putting it to, or getting it put to them by, someone they weren't supposed to be fucking.
On one such night, as we were returning home, Debbie squeezed my arm, and said, 'Look. There's that handsome Mr. George and pretty Lois what's-her-name. Don't let 'em see you."
We stepped behind the thick hedges at the mouth of the Michaels' drive, and watched tall Mr. George feel Lois Michaels' big boobs. There was a loud gathering in the lighted backyard, a cook-out, with half the neighborhood present. But the lovers stood in the shadows, in the car port against the side of the house. They were talking:
"You'll rip my dress."
"Fuck your dress." Mr. George slipped one hand into the bosom of her low-cut mini. He used his knee to coax her trim legs apart. His free hand dropped to her hemline.
"Someone may come."
"Yeah. Me. Now shut up and give, god dammit."
Lois gasped as his hand shot under the dress. She opened wide, leaned back against the house. "I don't usually fool around."
"Sure."
"But Harry's fucking his secretary, so.. . "
Mr. George shimmied the panties off her hips.
He fumbled with the front of his pants. An enormous white pole shot out. He lifted the hem of the mini, baring Lois' hairy black pussy, held the garment bunched at her slim waist. "Put it in for me," he demanded.
Lois' trembling hand closed around the shaft of his thick cock. "It's too big. Maybe I better suck you off instead."
"Fuck that."
"You'll kill me."
By now, my cunt was sopping wet. There was just enough light to see. And I could almost feel that tremendous dick boring up into me. I hugged Debbie. Her tiny hand crept to the leg band of my shorts, under. I squatted, taking her fingers deep inside my love hole.
Mr. George grunted. The huge head of his joint buried itself in Lois' dark cleft. He abandoned her titties, let go of the dress, cupped her buttocks, and thrust. It slid in slowly, inch by delicious inch.
"Jesus! Is there more?" whispered Lois.
"Only halfway."
"It feels . . . ummm! Like a giant redwood."
Debbie's fingers were making me crazy. But it was Mr. George's marvelous cock, which looked even bigger than Daddy's, that I was thinking about. I had felt a dick in my asshole, two in my face, and liked it both ways. But my pussy was burning for man-meat-to be flooded with hot creamy cum from the mouth of a cock.
"Do me," said Debbie, steering my hand to her shorts, to her hairless pink twat. "I wish Popsy's were that big. Wow! I'd never-stop sucking."
Finger-fucking each other, we watched Mr. George stoke the last incredible inch into Lois. They kissed, hips moving slowly. Lois was much shorter than him and I could see it was awkward. Mr. George had to bend and Lois was standing on tiptoe, and each upward thrust lifted her inches off the ground. Their hips began to move faster. I wanted to die.
Finally, after getting her good and wet, I suppose, Mr. George broke the kiss, reached down and tore the panties from her knees and said, "Put your legs around my waist."
"That's crazy."
"Everything's crazy. You. Me. Fucking in a car port. Now put your fuckin legs around my waist."
Tentatively Lois raised one knee. Mr. George placed one hand in the crook of her leg. With the other hand, fingers splayed on her jiggly bottom, he lifted. Lois moaned. Her ankles crossed high on his waist. Her heavy white thighs quivered. She was helpless, impaled.
"Wow!" breathed Debbie, creaming all over my fingers.
I knew just how she felt. I was coming, too. I closed my eyes and envisioned Daddy shafting me the same way. I hadn't seen his big veiny dick since we returned from the camping trip. But I remembered every lovely inch of it . . . could see the swollen pink glans . . . coming closer and closer, brushing my moist lips, poking its way deep into my mouth.
"They're popping off," said Debbie.
I opened my eyes and watched Lois grind her pussy up and down on the cock in her belly. She made soft mewing sounds--almost like a child weeping. Her legs inched higher, squeezed. Her mouth dropped open. Then Mr. George's legs gave, and they fell back against the house, kissing and sighing, cum mixing with cum, I knew. Me and Debbie kissed and finger-tucked like crazy.
Afterward, after Mr. George and Lois straightened their clothes and returned to the party, and Debbie had taken her fingers out of my wet cunt, I asked, "Did Daddy ever fuck you standing up?"
"Uh-uh." Debbie used a Kleenex to wipe her pink gash, offered me one. "He likes to do it on the sofa. Me on top. Didn't you know?"
"Sure!" I lied. "That's the way he likes to do me. But I thought with you-well, me being his daughter and all. He doesn't usually get too kinky." I wiped my sloppy wet cunt, balled the tissue, and tossed it at the hedges.
"Popsy's like that, too," sighed Debbie. "He won't even screw me. He's kinda hung up on incest, you know? Sometimes, when he's drunk and wants me to suck him off, he even forgets who I am. But boy! He sure started it! After Mumsy died, he used to sneak in my room and rub his face up and down the crack of my ass. Tonguing my cum-hole. Smelling. Wow! Was I ever scared at first. I used to feel him licking my gash and think, 'Holy fucking guru! What'll I do if he tries to . . . to . . . wow!'"
I giggled. I could imagine plump Mr. Simon sneaking about the house in the middle of the night with a hard-on. Boy! Would that ever be a comical sight, I thought. "He's sort of dopey," I said. "Mine too. They're both old fashioned."
We started to walk. The tissue I'd used to wipe my twat was stuck high in the Michaels' hedges, I noted. Like a Christmas tree ball.
"Popsy used to look at me guilty like next morning," continued Debbie, plucking at the damp crotch of her shorts. "We both had hang ups back then. I was just a kid. Eleven. But one night he got me so fucking hot I just forgot it was Popsy. I made believe it was that groovy Mr. Levine-you know . . . the English teacher? The one who always makes the girls sit down front so he can look up our dresses? Anyway! Popsy got me so fucking hot I just rolled onto my back and made it easy. He went right to work, too. Slurping and whacking off. I was still a little afraid, but I opened my eyes when he squealed. I watched him shoot off in the air. It landed all over me. I grinned kinda silly like when he caught me watching and began to blubber about being drunk and all. Then I grabbed his stiff cock and shoved it into my face. Yummy! I was okay, but I thought Popsy was going to shit himself."
I glanced sidelong at Debbie. I was sort of jealous of her. At twelve, with a cunt as bald as a plum and titties that wouldn't fill a poached-eggcup, not only was she sucking Popsy's cute dick every day, but she had already felt Daddy's fierce arrow in her tight quiver. Yet there I was, a ripe fourteen, with fair-sized boobs and oodles of black curls on my pussy, and toting a cherry still. It was humiliating.
"How'd it happen with you?" asked Debbie as we turned the corner onto our block. "Did he whip it right out 'n' say hey! Or was he sneaky like my Popsy?"
I told her about the trip to the lake, about three days of sucking and asshole fucking, and an imaginary straight fuck or two. I got madder and madder as her eyes grew wider and wider. That fucking Daddy! I thought. If Debbie ever learned the truth, that he hadn't plowed me, that I still carried a dopey maidenhead inside my twat . . . well, I didn't even want to think about what she'd say.
"He did me like that, too," said Debbie when I mentioned how Daddy, upon finding me naked in the car, had turned away and begun rubbing his stiff cock. "When I came over that day and you were out and I sat on the sofa to wait, I knew he could see up my mini. I wanted him to. He's kinda groovy, you know? So I opened my legs while we talked.. . him sitting in the armchair straight across from me . . . cock growing bigger and bigger. Wow! I thought, watching it grow like a tree down his pants leg. It made my pussy all tingly. And it was getting to him, too. He got all red in the face, crossed and uncrossed his legs, got up, paced. Finally I told him about me and Popsy . . . about how he had sneaked in my room to finger-fuck and suck me the night before. About how I'd been fucked by lots of boys at school and really wanted a big one. By then, he was rubbing himself and staring kinda bug-eyed at me. I was getting hotter and hotter. Cunt all wet. I opened wider, brought one leg up on the sofa 'n' showed him everything. Wow! His dick was standing so tall I thought sure the pants would give. He made a funny sound in his throat and grabbed me, fingers stoking my pussy. I thought I'd explode when he pushed me down on the cushions, took it out 'n' asked me to suck it. I told him he'd have to fuck me first. So he rolled me over, on top, gripped my ass, 'n' placed the hot tip at my hole. It was something, Kat. I felt it going in, in, all the way up in my belly. I watched it. I opened as wide as I could-until the lips of my cunt felt as if they were going to rip-'n' wiggled 'n' wiggled till there was nothing but NOTHING BUT HAIR. It was the absolute.
We had reached the Simon place. I was burning up, dripping all over myself, shorts soggy, from the story. Daddy was fucking everyone except me, it seemed. Since we'd returned from the lake, he hadn't so much as allowed me a sniff of his cock. He was fucking Mummy three and four times a day, and, through most of the night, while I lay awake, panting, hoping he'd come to me, making the darn bedsprings squeak so loud that no one within a block of the place had to guess about what they were doing.
"I'd better go in," said Debbie.
"It's early." I showed her my wristwatch.
"I know. But Popsy'll be drunk as a skunk and unable to get a good hard-on, if I don't. See you."
I watched her enter the house, and, a moment later saw the light come on in her upstairs bedroom. I saw her silhouette on the shade. Then Popsy's. His hand moved over her tits, down her little round belly. Boy! I thought, starting for home, fucking Debbie Simon had it made!
The living room lights were out, and those in the kitchen, too. But Daddy's bedroom door was ajar, and the small lamp on the night table beside the huge bed was casting a faint yellow glow throughout the room. I opened my mouth, about to announce my early arrival, heard laughter. Abruptly I clamped my lips shut. Were they fucking again, I wondered. My heart raced. Quietly I closed the door and tiptoed across the dark living room, to the master bedroom door.
"Doesn't it ever get limp?" asked Mummy.
She was lying curled at the foot of the bed, head propped in one hand, wearing panties and bra, broad backside toward me. I could see the deep crack of her ass through the flimsy material. "You could teach Tom a thing or two, luv," she added in a throaty voice. "He was okay at first, but after a month or so it just hung there like a limp spaghetti after one screw."
"Tom always was a jackrabbit." Daddy moved one hand up and down his rigid shaft. He was lying propped naked on pillows, at the head of the bed, long muscled legs wide, hairy sacs lying flat on the white sheet, apparently cocksure about the attraction potential of the veiny pole Mummy eyed. "Even in school," he continued, stroking himself harder, "when me and Tom double-dated, I used to drop him off first, take my date home, then park and finish what he'd started. 'Member Evlyn?"
Mummy nodded. "The redhead."
"That's her. Redhead all over. She dated Tom for more than a year. But after the first few dates, after Tom took her home, she used to call with excuses to get me over there. Tom's a straight fuck man, and Evlyn was crazy for sucking. Suck! Suck! Suck! He used to neglect that sweet little mouth, and she used to get me over there and draw so hard I thought, Christ! My fucking cubes're coming through the head! Get your ass up here."
Mummy hesitated. Her soft buttocks tightened. I knew what she was thinking. Daddy had said she'd refused to give him a blowjob, and with all that hotsy talk about Tom, sucking and like that, she was apprehensive. I stood to one side, waiting, knowing they could see me if they looked, but knowing, too, any second now they'd be too busy to look. I was getting sort of kinky, I knew. But watching and listening really turned me on. It was as .if everything happening to Mummy was happening to me.
"Sex maniac." Mummy slithered up close on her quivery belly, legs slightly parted. She moved one long red fingernail up the underside of his hard cock.
"Christ!" Daddy's hand came down on the thin panties. Slowly, lovingly, he kneaded her heavy buttocks. The nylon pulled tight, digging into her crotch, into the valley between the halves of her trembling backside. The leg band rode high on one hip. A jiggly half moon appeared. It glowed. Whiter than the sheet.
"Should I take them off?" cooed Mummy.
"Let me."
"Hurry, Luv." Mummy shifted as his hands fumbled with the panties. She lifted her hips, turned sideways, bent her full creamy legs to kick the last veil away. She turned onto her belly once more. Her ass was blemishless. Tiny gold hairs winked from the crack. "Now the bra," she whispered.
Unable to bear the sweetness, the thought of Mummy getting all that delicious cock, but unable to look away either, I watched Daddy undo the snap, remove the straps from her shoulders, and kiss the strap marks. His lips moved down. My breath caught. I felt hot little kisses on my lower back as he kissed Mummy's hips, up thrust buttocks. His tongue shot out. I gasped as it went into the crack and licked down . . . coaxing her thighs wide . . . coaxing mine apart, too . . . licking farther and farther, to the Winking brown eye of her ass, to the slice up her pussy.
"I luv . . . ohhh! That!" moaned Mummy. "Your tongue.. . ummm! It's as long as your . . . OOOHHHHHH! Cock! Don't stop, luv. I'm creaming already. I . . . Jesus! JESUS! JESUS!"
"Suck me off."
"I can't. I . . . "
"Try it." Daddy turned her over onto her back, thighs wide. He shifted onto his side, bringing his. adorable throbbing cock close to her face. The tip brushed her lips, jerked. "Christ sakes, Nan. Just the fuckin' head. The head won't hurt you."
Let me! I thought, watching Mummy stare dismally at the stiff joint in her hand. Daddy's tongue was moving rapidly along the tender inside of her thighs, in the blonde curly bush, lower. Her pink clit protruded. Her hips bucked. I was going out of my mind, yet still she hesitated.
Finally, apparently having decided that Mummy would never do it willingly, Daddy threw one long leg over her body, lifted his hips, and pointed the awesome red pulsing tip down. His nuts fell on her brow. Still licking her vulva, her asshole, the quivering inside of her thighs, he came down.
"Nooo!" Mummy wailed.
Too late! The head had penetrated her lips and was buried to the jacket of off-color skin marking Daddy's circumcision, in her beautiful mouth. She gagged. Twisted. Tried to lift him. But Daddy held her blonde head firmly wedged between his strong legs. Her struggles seemed only to heighten his pleasure, his desire, his resolve. He bore down. He licked faster, up and down the open wet lips of her cunt, deep in the crack of her trembling ass, everywhere. His lips pounded, cock forcing its way, drilling deeper and deeper into the hot well of her mouth.
I was transfixed. It was the wildest thing ever. I watched Daddy's long veiny dick drive deep, nailing her head to the pillows, making her suck. Mummy's mouth was being raped. Taken by brute force. Utterly violated. I felt the invading meat in my throat, too. The fiery glans. The pouting aperture breathing its thin lubricants . . . preparing the sheath for the blow off. Oh! How I wished I were Mummy and could once again taste the creamy cum. squeezing slowly up from Daddy's balls. I watched-rubbing my pussy and remembering the first hour of our three days alone in the woods, the first time he shafted my face, my tight asshole. I fingered my clit while Mummy, his dick stoking her face farther and farther, opened and moved her sopping wet cunt, and, despite her apparent revulsion, took the last pulsing inch.
"That's it, Nan," groaned Daddy. "Suck!"
I watched him thrust once more, mashing his nuts and coarse pubic hair in Mummy's flushed face. He drove the roots flush against her lips. My mouth filled with saliva. I could actually feel the huge glans at the back of my skull.
"Draw on it, baby. I'll make you like it even if I have to . . . "
My knees turned to mush as Daddy withdrew until only the fat head remained in, and with one mighty stroke planted it deep again. Mummy made loud choking noises. But Daddy wouldn't relent. Again he withdrew and again he planted his meat-harder, hips grinding it home.
Daddy held it deep for a moment. Then suddenly, in no more time than it takes to snap your fingers, he rolled over, taking Mummy with him. He locked his long powerful legs around her slim neck. "Suck it, Nan. Every hard mother fuckin inch!"
Mummy continued to gag. But now her pussy was working, too, dripping its juices on Daddy's slobbering tongue. The plump halves of her ass opened and closed. Daddy's fingers dug in-one in her shitter, the others spreading the fat outer lips of her cunt, until, even from the door ten feet away, I could see all the way up to the bright pink and purple mouth of her inner sheath. I watched Daddy cover the gap with his lips, suck deep. Mummy's throat noises changed from gagging sounds to sighs. My shorts ripped. There was absolutely nothing in the world big enough to fill the vacuous spot in my belly.
Fucking Daddy! I thought, closing my eyes, leaning back against the wall to keep from falling. I didn't much care about him fucking off with Mummy, or, for that matter, Debbie or anyone else he chose to fuck off with. But there I was, fourteen, hot and ready, and saving my last earthly treasure-my tight, pulsing, adorable little love hole-just for him! I had a toothache down there. An empty electric socket. And after three days of testing my current, charging my dynamo, sparking my plugs, fucking hotsy Daddy had pulled the plug.
Boy!
CHAPTER THREE
School began with the usual half day of hearing your name called and having all the new boys in class look up your skirt. I didn't mind that though. Me and Debbie had begun compiling notes for our book and had decided to DEVOTE AN ENTIRE CHAPTER TO VOYEURISM-WITH COCKY MR. GEORGE, WHOM WE'D CAUGHT FUCKING HALF A DOZEN TIMES since the night with Lois, in the starring role, and his partners, of course, and Mummy and Daddy, even Popsy, as bit players. Besides . . . I had by now begun to dig looking and being looked at. And there was one boy in particular-Vie something . . . an impossible Italian name-who really turned me on. He sat in front of me to the right, and spent most of the morning looking at my pussy.
By lunchtime, the end of the first day, I was sure the stiff thing in Vie's pants wasn't the pen he'd been dropping. The recess bell rang. The kids scrambled. I collected my books and started for the hall door.
"Kathie. Hey, Kathie."
I stopped. The last of the kids dashed past me. I watched Vie dodge around desks, peewee peg leading the way like a bird dog. He wasn't much taller than me, but was broader of shoulder than most of the boys in class, and dark, like Daddy, with exquisite, steady brown eyes, and hands the size of ping-pong paddles. It wasn't difficult to imagine those dark fingers groping under my miniskirt.
"I . . . ah . . . I was thinking maybe you'd let me walk you home? We could.. . ah . . . we could stop maybe for a Coke, if you want. Okay?" I waited for Mr. Levine to close his thick briefcase. He moved to where we stood. "Have a nice day," he said eyeing my tits. "Incidentally, Kathie, tomorrow I'm moving you up front. I like to seat my brightest pupils where they'll be sure to get everything."
Boy! I thought. Debbie sure wasn't fooling around about him! Me and Vic watched him pass out the door and stop to talk with the stacked math teacher across the hall. I had never before considered the school as a place to gather MATERIAL. NOW I MADE A MENTAL NOTE TO DISCUSS IT WITH DEBBIE. PERHAPS WE'D DEVOTE A CHAPTER TO "SEX IN THE classroom," with Mr. Levine whacking off behind his desk, I supposed, oogling snatches.
"Well? How about that Coke?" asked Vic.
"Fuck the Coke!" I told him.
Vic blinked. He seemed to be thinking, Chris sakes! She's all hot and ready to screw me. He looked about the empty classroom as if making doubly certain we were alone, cleared his throat, and said, "Then.. . ah . . . how about we go hang up our coats?"
I followed his hungry gaze to the cloakroom along the back wall. He'd have to fuck me standing up in there, I thought. My pussy twitched. It was a sensational idea. But there were other things on my mind at the moment. Mummy had gone to visit Grandma and Grandpa, I knew, wouldn't be home all day, and I was planning to take advantage of having Daddy alone.. .
I told Vic we'd do it another time and ran, heart thumping, down the hall and out the high front doors, into bright sunlight. I breathed deep of the fresh late summer air. I waved to horny Mr. Levine. I started for home, thinking it was sure great being a girl-with titties, a soft plump ass, and a hairy little love hole everyone but everyone! wanted to burrow in.
Everyone except Daddy, I reminded myself. He'd be waiting, I knew. Since the company he worked for had made him the district manager, he could come and go as he pleased, and spent more time at home than on the job. I was determined to make him want some of my pussy . . . just as I had made him stick his lovely dick in my mouth that first day at the lake.
Daddy was sitting on the sofa, pretending to read the sports page, when I pranced in. I eyed the cute tuft of hair at the neck of his sleeveless undershirt, the limp hose in his pants leg. Poor Daddy! I thought. He was trying desperately to forget what we'd done, trying to be true to Mummy. But the insatiable meat in his pants wouldn't let him forget. Already it was growing. The mere sight of me made it jump in anticipation.
I moved to the sofa, set my books down on the end table, and flopped with a sigh. "Isn't the air conditioner working?"
Daddy glanced from me to the front window. The cooling unit hummed smoothly. His gaze returned to me. He watched me pluck restlessly at the neck of my jersey top. The newspaper rattled. He said nothing.
"For cripessakes!" I wailed, furious, wanting to grab his stiffening cock and force it up my pussy just as he had forcefully taken Mummy's mouth. "You're not being fair! It isn't as if we never did it. Just look at you now." I pointed to his fly. Remembering what Debbie had said about him liking it on the sofa, her on top, I brought one knee up, giving him a good look at what he was missing. "Your dick is all hard," I continued, noting his furtive glance at my gaped-open thighs. "Admit it, Daddy. You can't forget. You want me. Now take it out and let me kiss it like I did in the car that first day at the lake."
"You're making me crazy again," roared Daddy, handsome face flushed. "Sex! Sex! Sex!
Is that all you think about? You're only fourteen, for Christ sakes. It never should have happened. They put guys in jail for screwing their own fucking daughters-in case you didn't know."
"I won't tell," I breathed, closing my hands around his huge bicep. He was so muscular. Both my hands together wouldn't fit around one upper arm. I glanced down at his crotch. His dick was super-stiff now, standing like a telephone pole inside the pants. My cunt ached. My asshole tightened. My mouth filled with hot spit.
"Knock it off, Katty. Jesus. I can't take you hanging all over me. My joint gets hard just thinking about you."
"My pussy, too. It's all hard and wet and open. Feel" I guided his hand to my open thighs.
"My God."
"Isn't it hard, Daddy?"
"No!"
"What then?"
"Soft. So fucking soft."
"Hard and soft should be together." I unzipped his fly, groped greedily inside. My small fingers closed right around. his cock. I gasped. A lump formed in my throat. It seemed to have grown even larger since last I'd held the shaft in my hand.
"Take it out, Katty. Kiss it." Daddy's fingers slipped beneath my panties. He closed his eyes, sighed, slouched down on the sofa.
Again I gasped, sitting abruptly forward as his stink-finger twisted up into me. I unbuckled his belt, undid the button. His pants fell open. I extracted his magnificent cock from the fly of the shorts, and bent to place my moist lips to the swollen glans. It jumped in my hand. Throbbed. I knew he wanted me to suck it. And although my pussy still ached to be stoked, now that I had his hard meat so close to my face, my lips fluttered open, mouth watering, and, on its own volition, it seemed, the enormous pink head glided perfectly in on my tongue.
"Jesus, that's good."
I sucked for a moment, loving the taste of him, then took my lips away. "Let's undress. It's more fun that way."
Daddy's finger slid from my cunt. He pulled me close, held me tight, my titties boring into his broad chest. His lips covered mine. I felt his hands at the waistband of my panties. The nylon cackled electricity as he slipped the undergarment off my hips, my thighs. Had I been wrong about him wanting a blowjob, I wondered. Was he finally, actually, after all this time, going to fuck me?
I wanted to shout YES! Fuck away! I was goosebumpy all over.
Suddenly Daddy released me. "Get your ass out of that thing," he ordered, indicating my tight jersey top. He stood to remove his clothes while I shed the last of mine.
Naked, thighs wide, working my clit with thumb and forefinger, I watched Daddy step out of the shorts. Mummy sure was lucky, I thought, envisioning Popsy's stubby uncircumcised cock and tiny cubes. Daddy's hefty equipment was altogether more appealing. The streamlined tip made socking him off ten times more exciting. And those nuts! When I held them in the palm of my hand, felt the wrinkled but soft texture, the wiry hair, the weight, there was no one in the world I loved more than Daddy.
Stripped, dick straight out, Daddy came at me. He paused. He glanced from me to the front door. He strode across the living room, locked the door and drew the drapes over the big picture window, "Just in case," he said in answer to my quizzical stare. "All I need is someone walking in to catch you with ten hard inches of joint in your face."
I blinked. Ten inches? Lord! I hadn't realized.
Daddy returned to the sofa. "You want dick?"
"Yes!"
"How much?"
"All of it. Please!"
"You're some kid." Daddy sat and took me into his strong arms. He squeezed me. "That first day at the lake," he continued, fondling my breasts, pinching the nipples to peaks, "when I came back to the car and saw you, sweet tits sitting up like cherry-topped igloos, I was scared. You know how it is. You're brought up to believe the home's sacred-go fuck a skunk or a cockroach, but don't try plowin' your daughter or sister or Aunt Tessie."
"You don't have an Aunt Tessie," I teased, taking hold of his cock, and working my hand slowly up and down the shaft. A tiny bead of clear gel appeared at the mouth. I worked it over the head.
"Who the fuck needs an Aunt Tessie when I've got you? You've got the goddamndest hot little body. The goddamndest way of moving. I close my eyes and keep thinking it's you when I'm deep in your mother. I called her Kathie last night. She said, 'Huh?' I just kept plowing and thinking of you. She didn't catch on. She's good. But she's starting to stretch down there. Your pussy's tighter. Has to be." Lowering his face, he examined the space between my upper thighs. "See this?" He placed two long fingers on my crotch, on the island of flesh separating my cunt from my asshole. "Christ! I can't even flatten my fingers! Tight! The space never lies."
"Then fuck me, Daddy," I pleaded, vulva throbbing, spewing my juices on the slipcovers. "Stick your dick up there. Make me yell because it's so tight and you're so big. Do me like Debbie."
"I can't." Daddy sat back. He stared mournfully at me.
"Why not?"
"Cause my cock makes babies, too."
"You could wear something . . . a rubber?"
"I hate those fuckin' things. It's like jointing a hot water bottle. Besides . . . I don't want to be the one to take your cherry."
"That's stupid!" I yelped. "You took everything else!"
Daddy grinned. His stink-finger bored roughly into my love hole. It stopped at the humiliating, elastic like, vulgar barrier. "Get your mouth on my joint and stop fucking around," he demanded.
I sighed. I was beginning to suspect Daddy had a freaky thing for shoving his cock in beautiful faces. I didn't for a moment believe what he'd said about making babies and taking my cherry and like that. At the moment, though, I was so hot, so happy to get my hands on that incredible shaft, that if he had rammed it in my nose, fucking my sinuses, I wouldn't have uttered a peep.
"Ten inches," I breathed, awed anew.
"Waiting to be sucked."
I nibbled the tip. Wrapping both hands around the thick hairy base, I studied the long shaft. It was indeed veiny. The thin vessels pulsed blue beneath the loose outer skin, thicker, purple at the roots. The main artery along the bowed underside, from crotch to circumcision, was a fat garter snake. I flattened my tongue at its tail and licked up.
"Christ Jesus!"
I glanced up. I loved being able to create the pleasure-pain look both Daddy and Popsy got when I licked. I tongued the garter snake again. Daddy's hips bucked. The swollen glans probed my lips. Insistent. Pushing against my teeth. I opened my mouth slowly, pointed tongue flicking across the tiny aperture. It tasted of girl cum. Momentarily I wondered if he'd screwed Mummy after I left for school that morning. It was a good taste.. . blonde pussy and manmeat. I opened wider. The hot torpedo Inched m.
"Suck, Katty girl" Daddy drove his finger in and out of my cunt. Faster and faster as the head of his dick went into my face. He slouched lower. "Lay down and do it," he choked. "Lemme see your sweet ass. Up here. On the cushions."
Holding his dick firmly in my mouth, I scrambled up and lay full length on the sofa. I couldn't breathe. His cock seemed to fill my lungs, my breast. I formed a wide O with my lips and drew and drew . . . taking the last thick inch. I recalled the night I'd watched him force the fat monster into Mummy's beautiful face, how Mummy had gagged and tried to lift him off. I didn't know how she could help but love every fiery ounce. The glans, the summit of Daddy's tall spire, was buried deep in my throat, and still I wanted more. I palmed his balls. My finger crept through the puff of hair at his anus.
"Ahhh . . . ! "
I worked my throat muscles on the head. "Lord! Lord! Do your thing, Kitty-Kat. Milk it dry."
I felt his hand on my ass, kneading first one tender half moon of flesh, then the other. His fingers slid down the crack. I opened my legs. My hips shot up to meet his boring stink-finger. I was remembering the bloated feeling of a shaft in my rectum. Noisily I sucked-dribbling spittle down the sides of his dick as I moved my mouth up, to the throbbing glans, then down. Up. Down. Up. Moving faster. Wanting him to shoot off. Hungry for cum. His thick finger twisted deep into my asshole. I closed my eyes. It was Vic's miniature peg in my ass . . . not Daddy's finger. Vie was there, inside my head, bending me over in the cloakroom at school . . . pounding his little wop prick up my burning backside. Did Italian cum have a special taste, I wondered. I sucked, imagining Vic's Gentle Ben stoking my rectum, while noisily sucking Daddy's Jolly Green Giant.
Daddy's hands came away from my ass and pressed down on my head. "Hold tight, honey. Keep it all the way in. I . . . um! Here it comes."
I squeezed his nuts. I felt the blast working up the shaft to the mouth of the pulsing thing in my throat. The head jumped. The first delicious hot spurt tore down my gullet. I moaned, sucking with all my might. Sucking from deep in my belly. Drawing spurt after spurt. Gulping as the volcano erupted again and again and again and again.
When it was over, when Daddy had withdrawn his lovely cock from my face, we lay side by side on the sofa, drinking deep lungfuls of air, kissing and touching. His pole lay limp on one muscular thigh. Lovingly I traced the softened monster. Even now, with the stiffness and thickness gone, it was magnificently long. I wanted it still.
"Is Mummy as good as me?" I asked, raising one knee, placing my thigh over his, pussy close to his momentarily placid member. "I mean.. . . can she do you like me? As good in the mouth?"
"Nobody sucks like you, Ratty."
"Feel my pussy some more."
Daddy's fingers crept slowly between my thighs. I rolled. Now I was on top-the way he liked it, the way he'd flicked Debbie. I felt his huge cock jerk, rejuvenating itself. It hung down, the tip lying sadly on the slipcovers, bare inches from the pink outer lips of my cunt. His fingers dug in, found, and began playing with my clit..
"Is it still soft, Daddy?"
"Softer."
"How soft?"
"Cotton. Motherfucking fleece."
"Put the head in," I cooed. "Just a little bit. While it's limp."
As if hypnotized, as if my voice had lulled him to sleep, Daddy lifted the glans and rubbed it against my wet vulva. My head started to spin. My tits grew taut. I could feel the tiny aperture mouthing my hard little soldier. His dick started to rise, to grow fat and rigid once more. I moved imperceptibly. Another fraction went in. I looked down. Most of the head was buried. My pubic hair surrounded it. And I could feel it beginning to pulse inside my sheath.
"Kiss me, Daddy." He obliged. It began slowly--a soft, tender joining of lips-but quickly became a passionate mashing of mouths, searching tongues. I felt his hands on my ass once more. Gripping. Spreading my cheeks as he pulled me onto the shaft. The head of his cock ground its way to the feathery inner lips, paused to grow. I gasped. He was fucking me. His dick was expanding to magnificent proportions inside me, and he was willingly, anxiously, pulling me onto the spire.
Breathless, I tore my lips away and buried my face in his damp, dark curly hair. "Do it, Daddy," I whispered. "All the way. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes!" I brought my knees up close to his ribs. My hips moved. Now I could feel the hot bloated tip probing the inner sheath . . . close to the elastic like barrier . . . climbing . . . climbing. "Fuck me," I whimpered, pressing down, feeling It slide snugly up my vagina. "Fuck me! Fuck me! F -f-fuck meee."
"Katty baby." Again Daddy kissed me. His fingers dug cruelly into the tender halves of my ass. He, too, began to move, boring closer and closer to my maidenhead. Stretching the tightness. Busting me open in the most delicious way.
I moaned and panted my lust against his wet open mouth. His tongue covered mine, slid around, under. His hard dick shot flame through my belly. So close. So maddeningly close! I moved slowly. Down. Down. Making it fill and tear and love my tight little hole. Then abruptly his stiff cock was gone from the mouth of my pussy, and I felt the fat head, now full blown, boring hard up my ass.
"Nooo!" I wailed, tearing my lips away, pounding his chest, trying to wiggle free. I struggled. I twisted. All to no avail. For the entire head had entered my rectum with the first mighty thrust. Another planted half the long shaft. The next set the roots flush.
"Fucking Daddy!" I yelled.
He laughed.
"You . . . you . . . ohhHHHHHHHHH!" I was furious. Even mortified. But my hungry hips were going all by themselves, grinding around and around, up and down, and my shitter, all soft and gooey inside, was nipping the swollen torpedo while my vacated pussy hung there wet and forlorn.
Oh! That fucking Daddy and his assholes and faces! I thought. He had come that close to disintegrating my cherry. Yet again the next day I would face the world with the utterly unfeminine thing--stretched like a dumb trampoline between the outer and inner emptiness-intact.
I wanted to cry. To rip the hair from his heaving chest. To gouge his eyes. Instead, I tongue kissed him again and worked my plump little ass around and around and up and down and sideways and forward and back . . . with all my might.
Next day in class, no sooner had I walked through the door, Mr. Hotsy Levine placed me up front. I sat in line with his desk. All morning he oogled my micro-mini, reddening at intervals, hands out of sight. Poor Vie! I thought, looking back at him now and then. He sat four rows away. Grim-faced. Staring bleakly at me because not one of the girls seated around him was worth the effort of dropping and retrieving the pen.
When the midday bell finally rang, setting the kids in motion-a rat race for the door-Vic leaped from his seat and caught my arm before I could leave the aisle. "I was thinking . . . ah . . . maybe we could have lunch together?"
"I'm not very hungry," I told him, standing close, and watching Mr. Levine out of the corner of one eye. I was by now determined to find out what the horny cocksucker had been doing under the desk all morning. I figured there'd be quite a puddle of cum on the floor, if he'd been doing what I suspected.
Vic's hand slid up my arm. His thumb brushed my breast. "Then how about . . . ah . . . after school? We could . . . ah . . . we could take a walk and maybe stop for . . . um . . . for a Coke or something?"
"Or something." I eyed the cloakroom.
"Gee, Kathie . . . you mean it?"
Again I glanced at Mr. Levine. He was bent over papers on the desk. I touched Vic's fly; a fleeting gesture of acceptance, a promise.
After Vic had gone, leaving me and Mr. Levine alone in the classroom, I approached the desk. He was indeed groovy; Daddy's height, but with brown-blond hair and sideburns, trimmer of build, and with long manicured fingers I could almost feel digging into my cunt. He glanced up at me with a guilty look in his gray-blue eyes.
"Something, Kathie?"
I moved closer to the desk. "I was wondering if maybe you could help me with a grammatical problem. It's sort of tricky."
He straightened in the chair. Now I could see his lap. The front of his pants were wrinkled and a semi-hard-on bulged along the left leg. "Most certainly, dear," he said. "I'm always happy to see my girls, my pupils, that is, take an interest in the structural intricacies of language."
I'll bet! I thought, moving closer still. I'd been right, I knew. He'd been whacking off all morning--eyeing the cunts across the front of the room and shooting off gobs of semen under the desk. My pussy twitched. I was becoming more and more like Daddy-more and more insatiable.
"I'm writing a book," I told him, propping my elbows on the desktop, butt up thrust, igloo breasts hanging down inside the low-cut dress. I watched him blink and try not to look at my nipples. He busied himself rearranging things on the desk. He looked toward the windows, the hall. But the thing in his pants leg was growing, I could see, and, no matter where else he looked, no matter how hard he tried, his furtive eyes always sneaked back to me.
"It's all about sex," I continued, eyes wide. "The book, I mean. It's sort of a diary. My experiences and like that. But now I have an Italian character and can't for the life of me think of the wop word for cock."
"Coc . . . cock?"
I nodded. I could almost see the wheels grind to a stop inside his head. "I was thinking maybe whang. But that sounds sort of Chinese--don't you think?"
Mr. Levine flew from his chair, to the door closed it, drew the shade, and stood staring bug-eyed at me. I glanced casually back over my shoulder. I hadn't changed my position. From where he stood, he could see up under my micro, I knew. I shifted my hips.
"My God. I can see your . . . your ass r-r-right through t-t-the panties. C-c-crack and all. Cunt. Hair." He came slowly back to the desk, stopped close behind me, stared.
"Does it make much difference what I call it?" I asked, enjoying his discomfort. "A dick, I mean? I don't want to offend anyone."
"You're . . . you're only a baby."
"But you like me, huh?"
"Sweet Mother of ever-loving God. What're you saying?"
"You can touch me back there. All over."
"No! I . . . I'm your teacher. You . . . you're entrusted to my care. I'd be lower than . . . than . . . if.. . "
I lowered my tits to the desktop, offering my rump. "You've been looking all morning. I bet you know how many hairs every fucking girl in the front row has on her twat."
"So young."
"Soft, too. And wet. All juicy and hot."
Dropping to his knees, Mr. Levine wept and pressed his cheek to my plump ass. "You won't tell anyone?"
"Uh-uh." I pressed back.
"My God," he gasped in disbelief.
I felt his damp breath on my panties. I was becoming an accomplished seductress, it seemed. Moving my hips, I thought, Anyone could walk in . . . the stacked lady math teacher, classmates--even the principal. Was I becoming an exhibitionist, I wondered. Probably! I knew Daddy had made a confirmed cocksucker of me. For as Mr. Levine fumbled with my nylon panties, got his fingers inside and felt around, the saliva began to thicken in my mouth . . . the zigzag crack in the wall of the library across from the classroom windows became a giant's fly, and, at the base of the zigzag crack, the slim white flagpole, standing straight out from the building, became a brass tipped rigid cock.
"I must be out of my mind doing this. Heaven help me." Mr. Levine touched my cunt. One finger slid tentatively in. His wet lips touched the underside of my ass.
"Eat me," I told him.
"God forgive me."
I gasped and threw my feet wide as his tongue flicked my hole. My thighs quivered. The dart licked up one soft lip, tasted the hair, and glided slowly down the other side of my vulva. The panties were in the way. I reached back, pushed them down, baring my offered backside. "Take them off me," I demanded. "Hurry!"
Mr. Levine sobbed. He stood, worked the nylon off my up thrust hips, down my thighs, off, and pressed the huge bulge in his pants to the crack of my ass. He swayed. The head of his cock, pants and all, bored into my love hole. He took hold of my hips. Closing his eyes, he rutted, rubbing the rough material against the swollen lips of my pussy and deep in the split up my taut little backside.
Finally, after making my pussy so wet it stained the front of his pants, Mr. Levine backed away and tried with trembling fingers to unzip his fly. "It's stuck," he choked. "The fucking cocksucker's stuck and I can't get my . . . my . . . "
"Let me." I came off the desk, turned. Swiftly I unzipped his fly. He shivered as I groped inside for his cock. It was a big one. Not nearly as big as Daddy's magnificent tool, but much, much longer and fatter, much more pleasing than the one I'd felt earlier in Vic's pants. I watched his knees buckle when I took it out and jerked.
A sudden change came over timid Mr. Levine. Taking hold of my shoulders, he pushed me against the desk. I fell, thighs apart, legs on either side of his. Frantic, eyes closed tight, hands gripping my hips, he tried to ram his stiff shaft up my pussy. The glans flattened against my mound, missing the mark. He trembled and strained, rutted and missed, and tried again and again, to no avail.
"Let me. Let meee!" I pleaded, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. It was happening at last. The trampoline was about to be tested, pounced upon and shredded by the tip of Mr. Levine's anxious cock. I made him back away, giving me room, and shimmied my ass farther back on the desktop. Papers rustled. The desk calendar fell to the floor. I lay back, opened and brought my knees up to my breasts. My pussy gaped wide. I reached for his pole.
Mr. Levine's breath caught when my small fingers closed tight around him. He stared down at my pussy. His trembling hand covered the hairy mound, rubbed. His middle finger went easily into the wet lips of my cunt. "Oh Sorrowful Saviour," he wailed, working my clit with his thumb. "Mother-fucking Merciful Mary," he cried, fingers lubricating my channel, stepping close, allowing me to guide him.
My arm went around his neck. I pulled his face down, lips to lips, and steered the hot head of his dick to my pussy. I was wide open, dripping wet. The glans, the nozzle tip of his shaft, disappeared as if there were a Hoover sucking him into my belly. He kneaded my breasts, moved his hands to my waist, to my hips, to the softness and quivering whiteness of my ass. He thrust-fingers again on my mound, cock blazing a trail in the pocket of my thighs. The head glided past the short outer foyer, raking my clit, pushing, pushing, retreating and grinding its way to the tight upper gate.
I thrashed about on the desktop. My back ached. My legs were leaden. But my cunt was experiencing incredible electric sensations.. . drawing his meat to the barrier . . . closer and closer . . . snapping with feathery teeth. I moaned. I screamed into his mouth. I lifted my hips, churned my ass, twisted and cried and pleaded for the stroke that would rend.
With his throbbing dick buried almost to the roots in my sheath, Mr. Levine tore his mouth from mine. He caught me in the crook of the knees, lifting the weight off my arched back. Wheezing, nipping the smooth shaft with my inner cunt muscles, I stared down at the log protruding from my triangle of hair. It was impossible! Utterly devastating! There were at least six inches of man-meat in my belly.. . another thick inch to go. And yet my fucking stupid cherry was still intact.
"Fuck it!" I yelped. "Fuck it all the way. into me!"
Whining deep in his throat, holding my legs in the crook of his arms, Mr. Hotsy Levine moved his hands along the soft underside of my thighs. He retreated and plowed, obviously enjoying the sight of my cunt lips engorged, stretched to the width and thickness of his bloated meat. He pulled back until only the glans remained wedged in my tightness and drove the last hard inch up my slippery channel.
"Fuck it more!" I cried. I was drunk with the delicious feeling of hot meat in my hole. I could feel the glans at the barrier, butting the membrane. "Fuck it! Fuck it!" I demanded, wanting to feel the nozzle tip burst through. "Bust me open. Hard! Harder! Oh, yes. OWWWWWWWWW!"
I was coming. I was pissing juices despite the stubborn obstruction that refused to give. I thrashed about wildly on the desktop, working my hips, my vagina. I had popped off many times in the few short weeks since Daddy's dick first entered my mouth, had felt cocks in my hand, mouth and asshole, had experienced finger-fuck comes, lapping comes, self-induced and outside assisted orgasms. But never before a body sensation like this one. Never before so totally good. The top of my head flew off, spun in midair, and screwed itself back with a thud. My belly turned over. My heart did a cha-cha and stopped, started, stopped. The lips of my tight little love hole puckered in and then puffed themselves out, and the cute curly hairs on the mound of my pussy twanged.
Mr. Levine's body grew suddenly rigid. He dug his fingernails into the tender flesh of my buttocks. He drove harder-pistoning short strokes into my vulva. Then he planted his cock to the roots, opened his mouth and screamed a silent proclamation, and ground off a hot liquid blast of sticky semen.
His cum flooded my cunt. It rolled and wiggled its spermy tail all the way to my throat. It seeped out and oozed down my buttocks as he thrust several times more, emptying his sacs. He looked skyward, loudly proclaiming, "Oh Lord, that's some good fucking pussy. Sweet mother fucking cunt of Mary-that's great young stuff!"
When it was over, after Mr. Horny Levine unsheathed his limp cock, I sat on the desktop and demanded my panties. He fetched them from the floor. I used the soft nylon to wipe the spunk from my twat. Boy! I thought, still feeling the tingles inside, that was some fucking tough trampoline! I suspected the added elasticity was Daddy's fault. The day before, while teasing me, poking the membrane with his gargantuan tool, he'd no doubt stretched it so thoroughly, made it so pliant, it now would require the flagpole on the library across from the school to uncherry me.
I had a horrible vision. I saw myself, eighty years old, picketing Daddy's athletic club . . . with a sign that read CHERRY!!
We had completed our desktop escapade none too soon. For as I sat at my desk and hid the soggy panties in my purse, as Mr. Levine zipped his fly, the hall door flew open. In walked Vic. He grinned at me.
"Er-ah. Excuse me, please." Mr. Levine, using a sheaf of papers to hide the cum stains all over the front of his pants, hurried past Vic out of the classroom and down the hall to the men's room.
Vic eyed me. He walked casually around the desks, weaving in and out, tracing a design with his forefinger here, opening an inkwell there, until he stood over me. "I . . . ah . . . came back early," he announced. "I couldn't get you out of my head. What you . . . ah . . . said."
I stared at his pants. Today was some hotsy day, I thought. there I was, cunt still sopping wet from fucking, soft behind flattened on the wooden seat-a wreck, I supposed, hair mussed, dress wrinkled, sweaty-and another dick was popping its cork near my face. Did all fourteen-year-olds get as many opportunities to suck and screw and asshole fuck, I wondered. Even the ugly, flat-chested ones, and those like Debbie, who, only the week before, had sprouted the first curly black hair on her twat?
"I was thinking . . . ah." Vic cast a furtive glance at the cloakroom.
I felt like teasing. I ran one finger up the inside of his pants leg. My thumbnail grazed his hot crotch. His peg jumped. I turned sideways in the seat. The hemline of the micro barely reached the top of my thighs. Slowly I parted my knees and watched his eyes grow large. "I've got an itch there," I told him.
Vic gulped. "Manage! Jesu Cristo! Madonna Dio!"
I took hold of his ping-pong paddle hand and guided it up the inside of my thigh, to my pussy, while he continued to rattle off in singsong Italian. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded very reverent. I had noticed that about men. The mere sniff of a cunt, a glimpse of an ass, a tittie, made them sort of religious. I was gathering notes in my head . . . for the book, I mean.
"We better . . . ah . . . go in the cloakroom." Vic's hand cupped my pussy. Squeezed.
Of course, I stood, excited and curious about the little thing in his pants, and let him lead me by the hand, around desks, to the back of the classroom. Was he circumcised, I wondered. Uncircumcised? Veiny? Smooth? I had been fucking around with man-meat, mature cock, and, although I'd felt a peg or two at the pool, and me and Debbie had peeked in the locker room, where the boys changed, I had never examined a young prick close up. Now I stepped into the dark cloakroom, Vic's hand exploring my ass, anticipating the taste, the feel, the smell, the exquisite sensation of pubic hair in my face.
Vic was very romantic. Once inside the cloakroom, out of sight of anyone who might walk into class, he took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth was wide and full-lipped and moist and warm. I felt his arms tighten around my waist, the hard peg in his pants drilling. I moved impatiently. I was by now burning to go again.
Finally Vic broke the kiss. He smiled into my eyes. "Know why I came back early?"
"Uh-uh," I answered as innocently as possible.
"Feel" This time he guided my hand. "It's been . . . ah . . . stiff like that since yesterday."
"We should . . . ah . . . do something to make it all better then, huh?"
"Fuck?"
"Uh-uh. Suck!"
"Gee. You mean it?"
My hand closed tight around the bulge in his pants. I jerked. He bucked. My heart was again pounding, knees weak. I could imagine the adorable little peg in his pants gliding without the slightest hindrance into every hole I owned.
Vic pressed me back against the cloakroom wall. His wide hands sought my breasts. One slipped into the low-cut neck of my dress. "Jesu! No bra even," he croaked, nibbling my ear. He rolled my left nipple between thumb and forefinger until it stood tall and ached then said "Fish out my braciuola."
"Wha . . . ? "
He pulled back and drove his cock at me. "Braciuola! My dick!"
I chewed my lower lip while fumbling with his fly. My hand trembled. The zipper came down. My hand dove inside the pants, inside the tight Jockey shorts, and flattened against his thick pubic hair. I inched down. My fingernails grazed the roots of his shaft.
"Manage . . . ah!" Vic lifted the hem of my micro, exposing the hairy black triangle at the top of my thighs. One finger screwed into my cunt. "Manage! Manage! It's all fuckin' wet," he announced.
"Ummm!" I extracted his cock, began to jerk him off. He had a fine circumcision. The shaft was smooth, not ridged or veiny like Daddy's, and it was almost pure white in the dim light. "Braciuola!" I murmured. "Bra-ci-u-o-la!" I almost giggled. Roget had nothing on my mental thesaurus for C-O-C-K.
Vic unbelted, unbuckled, and let the pants fall to the floor. His' dick stood at full length. He pushed my hand away, worked the shorts down his legs, and, moving in mincing steps, both garments at his ankles, came against me. "Let's . . . ah . . . Fuck some," he said, cupping the tender halves of my ass, pulling me close. "You can suck me off later, Kathie. Right now . . . ah . . . I just gotta have some of that soft fuckin' pussy of yours."
Boy! I thought . . . men were making me crazy for real! For weeks I'd tried to get someone, anyone, even a snake, to crawl up my twat. And now, when I wanted to feel a cock stoking my face, everyone wanted to fuck. It was almost exasperating!
"Jesu! It's going right the fuck in. All the way." Spreading the cheeks of my ass, Vie rutted. "Holy shit! Your pussy's like silk inside. Manoman!"
I kissed him. Reaching around his waist, I gripped his hard flat behind. I suddenly remembered Lois and Mr. George. Standing up. Fucking. I raised one knee, trying to encircle his waist. But it was no good that way. My cunt opened so wide, was so slippery, his small peg almost popped out. I closed my 'legs tight, leaned back, making him saw in and out, loving the feel of cock dragging across my clit, balls slapping my thighs. And the way Vie was humping! He felt all over my ass, fingers probing my shitter, in-out, big hands kneading my melons, lifting, making the cheeks fall and jiggle, fingering the crack, the dimple at top, then tracing the separation, down, down, down and up into my asshole once more. Was he cherry, I wondered. He showed lots of enthusiasm but little experience. Was I the very first girl to feel his hot little peg stoking toward orgasm? The idea was exciting. What material! I thought. What fantastic stuff for me and Debbie to gossip about before writing into our book!
Vic was nearing a nut. I could tell by the way his buttocks and belly tensed up. And now he grunted each time the dear little poker bored into me. I had to stop him. I was convinced he was indeed cherry, like me--only more so--and wanted more than anything--even more than I wanted Daddy right then-to have his first big load of cum blast off in my mouth.
Dragging my lips from his, I breathed, "Don't come in me. Please. Pleeze!"
"Jesu! I can't help it. I . . . " Vic strained.
"No!" I opened my thighs. His miniature pecker popped out of my sloppy cunt.
"Shit!"
"I might get pregnant."
"Shit!"
I slid down his legs, opening my knees as I went, until I was kneeling on the dusty cloakroom floor. I closed my fist on his cock. It jerked in my hand. I touched my lips to the tip and cooed, "It's much better this way."
"Okay then. Suck!"
"Like 'hisss . . . ? " Already I had the round glans in my face. I drew it deeper, halfway. "Is 'hisss . . . wha' 'ou mean?"
"Suck it all the way."
"Like 'hisss . . . I" I drew the last of the shaft deep in my mouth. His pubic hair smelled of pussy. Was that me, I wondered, tasting the bitter sweet gooey stuff circling the base of his dick like the tight band on a rubber. Loudly I sucked.
"Ah! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHH!"Vic grabbed for my hair. He took hold. Yanking. Pulling it out by the roots, it seemed. "Motherfuck!" he grunted. "Don't stop. Keep it all in your mouth. Suck it goo . . . ah! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHH.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! "
Creamy gushes of hot cum filled my throat. I gulped as it came. I kneaded his balls-thinking maybe, if I squeezed them Just right, not too hard, not too gently, the little love worms would become curious, crawl up the tube to the aperture, and geyser another delicious blast m my face. I panted. I moaned Incoherently: I clamped my lips tight at the base . . . refusing to let go even after the last spurt came. I felt his cock shrink, become wrinkled and limp-like an old man's petered-out pecker--and still I held the fucking thing doggedly in m! face.
Finally, all hope of instant revitalization gone, the thing hanging from my wet lips like the rubber finger of a Playtex glove, I admitted defeat. I let go. It popped out. "Boy!"
"Shhh . . . ! " Vic pointed.
My gaze followed his outstretched finger to the partially open sliding door. I sucked m breath. I made a fist and bit my index finger. We were in a helluva fix. We had been so busy, so absorbed, we'd forgotten the time, and now the class was filing into the outer room.
"We're stuck in here all fuckin' afternoon," whispered Vic. He pulled me into the depths of the cloakroom. "Jesu! Suppose someone comes in? What the . . . ah . . . what in the fuck'll we do?"
A sudden thought struck me. I looked about, blinked. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "It's too hot for coats," I said.
"Coats?"
"Sure! Nobody comes in here when there's no coats."
Vic looked about, too, scratching his head. "How about that. Not a fuckin' coat in . . . ah . . . in the joint!"
"That's what we'll do."
"Huh?"
"Joint!" Again my fist closed around his cute dick. I had never tried sucking a limp one back to life. Now there were hours and hours to experiment.
"Manage!" Vie said.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was home. I was exhausted. I threw off my clothes and fell naked upon the bed. My fucked and sucked Mr. Levine and Vic, and, alwhere, lay like a damp washrag between my young thighs. School was becoming some hotsy place. This was the fourth day in a row I'd fucked and sucked Mr. Levine, and Vic, and, although I loved every minute and was eyeing two other possible studs in class, I was sort of glad the weekend had arrived.
I dozed. But I was quickly awakened by someone knocking at the front door. Debbie, I wondered. Darn! I suddenly remembered.. . I had promised to meet her after school. I jumped from the bed and scrambled into a shorty housecoat. I raced to the living room. I opened the door and stood staring blankly at Tom . . . Daddy's ex-business partner, Mummy's ex-lover.
"I have to see her," said Tom.
"She's not home. Besides . . . she doesn't want to see you, I explained, embarrassed.
Tom shot past me. I closed the door leaned back. I watched him go to the bedroom, the kitchen. He called. He came back. "Where the fuck is she?"
I shrugged. I stared up at him staring dolefully down at me. He needed a haircut a shave and his suit was unpressed. Yet despite his appearance, despite the pursued look, it wasn't difficult to understand why Mummy had opened her legs for him. I had a thing for tall men, and Tom towered over me--steel-gray eyes flashing, lips a mere slit in his haggard but roguishly handsome face. He had Daddy's dark good looks, looked a great deal like Daddy . . . only younger . . . about twenty-eight, I supposed. And although I recalled what Mummy had said about him being a one-shooter, I couldn't help but admire the long flaccid thing hanging like a potential harpoon in his left pants leg.
Tom rubbed his eyes. Drawing his hand down his face, he said"
"I called her last night. She said, Fuck you! Fuck you! Imagine! I was screwing her for more than a year before we took off. Every day almost. In the bed. On the sofa. On the mother fucking floo . . . "
"He looked apologetically down at me. Sorry. I get sort of carried away. She's got me doing flips."
I moved from the door to the sofa, sat, cocked my head at him. "You still dig her, huh?" Tom rubbed the stubble on his deep-clefted chin. "Yeah. I guess. Once you get a shot of that light blonde pussy it's hard to forge . . . " Again he looked apologetically down at me. "Sorry. I keep forgetting you're only a kid."
Boy! Did I ever resent the hell out of that remark! I'd show him! I decided. I propped my feet on the sofa. Air from the cooling unit washed my cunt. Hugging my knees, I retorted, "To hear Mummy tell it, you're not much more than a kid, either. I heard her telling Daddy all about you. She says you fuck like a rabbit . . . one time, then need a day to recuperate."
"Why that . . . ! She said that about me?"
I nodded.
Tom growled, clenched his ham like fists. His handsome face darkened. "The first time I came out here, to see your old man, she was sitting right there." He pointed at me. His gaze dropped to the smooth underside of my thighs, hurriedly darted away. I had positioned myself just right, raised my knees just enough to give him a view of my legs--from ankle to where my soft ass lay sunk in the softer cushion.
Tom cleared his throat. "She made the first play," he continued, pacing, stopping, pacing . . . doing his best not to look at me down there. "Your old man wasn't expected 'til late, she said, and when I started to leave, she said no! She gave me a drink. Whiskey. A whole tumblerful. We sat talking. But it didn't take ten fuckin' minutes before her hand was on my thigh . . . right next to my rod. Man! I thought, I can't fuck my best buddy's wife! But those slim fingers of hers kept on moving 'til they reached the head of my-like it was nothing! Something she did every day! I kept inching away. I kept fucking moving 'til there was nowhere else to go. Then that itchy hand of hers really began to do a number on me."
Hearing all that sexy talk was turning me on. I raised my knees some. Now, when he looked, he could see the split up my ass and some pussy, I knew. The cooling unit hummed. Cool air wafted into my snatch, my asshole. I watched his pants for telltale signs of an erection.
"Man!" Tom moved closer to where I sat Again his gaze dropped, lingered before darting elsewhere. "She was sitting right where you're sitting . . . wearing those velvet green hot pants she likes . . . hand r-r-rubbing m-m-my dick! I tried pushing her away. I gulped the whole tumblerful of whiskey. 'You're my best friend's wife, I told her, rod starting to rise. 'You're my best friend, too,' she said, steering my hand to her thighs, to the crotch of those hot pants. Man!
Even before the warmth of the whiskey fuzzed up my head, her fingers were working . . . unzipping my pants . . . fooling around inside." His gaze settled on the opening at my neck.
Casually I shrugged my shoulders, widening the V at my throat. Cool air touched my breasts. I could feel his eyes trying to get at my nipples-no longer shy, no longer daring away. I knew that hungry look in his eye. He was talking about doing Mummy but, I was certain, thinking about fucking me.
"Then what happened?" I whispered, voice husky, almost able to see him and Mummy doing the thing right there on the cushions where I was sitting.
"I . . . I asked her to blow me."
"Suck your cock?"
"I couldn't help it. She had me so fucking hot . . . big tits in my face . . . nipples showing right through the halter. I had to put my hard dick into something female, and I didn't want to screw my best friend's wife." He moved to the sofa, sat at my feet, hand fluttering near the stiffening meat in his pants leg.
"Mummy doesn't like to eat cum," I said matter-of-factly.
"She told you that?"
"Uh-uh. I saw Daddy make her. He just slammed his joint in her face and wouldn't quit. I got all gooey just watching." Tom's eyes narrowed. He was looking at me differently now. I was no longer the kid of the woman he'd been fucking. I was the fuck object. I watched his gaze slide down my legs, under, up. I inched my knees higher. He blinked. My pussy grew tight and tingly. "Did you fuck her?" I asked.
"I . . . I still didn't want to," he replied after a pause. His voice' was scratchy, deep, like the voice of a man on the threshold of orgasm. "But she put my hand between her soft fuckin' thighs," he went on, "closed tight, and wiggled her snatch while jerking my rod like a pro. She yanked it right out. She had me all tied up in the corner here-prick in one fist, holding my hand to her hot crotch with the other. Man! How in hell do you get out of something like that?" The apologetic look was back m. his eye, but his hand had folded inward, kneading the shaft m his pants leg, pressing it to the hard meat of his thigh.
Don't waste it! I thought. Please! Make it good and hard, but don't do something dopey and come in your pants. I dropped my legs off the sofa. The shorty housecoat fell open, exposing the top of my pussy. "Why fight it?" I said, moving closer. "Everybody fucks. It's the national pastime."
"Listen . . . you better cover up before.. . "
"Cover what?"
"Your . . . y-your cunt! I can see every fuckin' hair."
Innocently, as if I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was talking about, I glanced down. My black curlicues glistened. I opened . . . as if undecided whether or not all those sweet little curls were mine . . . as if making certain. I loved teasing men . . . getting them worked up . . . willing to do almost anything to shaft a joint into me. And Tom was special. He'd fucked Mummy. And I had by now developed a rivalry thing for every stiff cock she'd ever held in her belly.
I sat sidesaddle, propping one arm on the backrest, knowing he could see half my plump ass. "Tell me the rest."
Tom groaned. "I . . . I can't. Just thinking about it makes me . . . "
I covered the hand kneading the thing in his pants leg. "Then let's pretend."
"Pre-pretend?"
"Sure! Make believe I'm Mummy. Ask me to suck you off."
"Man."
"Go ahead. Move your hand . . . that's it . . . lemme hold your cock. Did she move it up and down? Like this?"
"Oh, man. Yeah. That's what she did all right. Jesus. She stroked it . . . yeah . . . for a while . . . like that . . . before . . . yeah . . . going inside my pants and whipping it out."
I slid one leg back on the sofa, doing a lop sided split, baring my crotch. "Do me. Like you did her."
"Yeah. I had my hand on her cunt all the time. Only hers was.. . Jesus! Not like . . . man . . . this. She had . . . Christ! She had those stupid shorts on." His hand cupped my pussy. It lay there, squeezing softly, content, it seemed, to feel the tiny curls pressed flat, and springing back against the palm of his hand.
With thumb and forefinger, I took hold of the little brass tong at the top of his fly. I worked it down up down-teasing again. A white blast of underwear appeared. Another fly. This one open. His cock strained against the cotton shorts . . . panting, it seemed, trying to escape through the opening. I held it down, one hand wrapped around it and the pants, the other diving into the shorts, fingers twisting curls in his pubic hair.
"Nan," moaned Tom. "Nan, baby."
"I'm Kathie."
"Kathie?" Tom's eyes were glazed. He stared at me a moment. Recognition seemed to dawn. "Kathie then," he wheezed. "Jesus. Oh, man. She took it out 'n' . . . that's great. Kathie? Okay! She took it all the way out . . . those long fingers . . . jerking like . . . Jerking . . . yeah . . . up . . . down . . . up . . . down . . . a silk hand-job."
Now he kneaded my cunt in earnest. His middle finger flattened against the tight slit, pressed in. The Hoover was working. I felt it deep in my belly, drawing the tip of his finger like a famished baby sucking the tit of a bottle. His nail scraped my pink soldier. I jumped.
"Go easy," I told him.
"Yeah Man." He drove three fingers hard up into my twat. "'Don't make me screw you, I said. 'Nan? Nan, baby? Go down on my rod. Suck me off. I'm ready to . . . ummm! I'm coming, for chrissakes--Nan? If you don't cover it soon, with something, anything, a hole, I'll shoot the fuckin' roof right off the house!'"
Boy! I couldn't believe anyone, not even Mummy, could ignore an appeal as kinky as that one. "I'll cover it," I assured him. "I'll cover it! I'll cover it! I'll cover it!"
Slowly I undid the belt buckle, the button. I spread his pants wide. Taking hold of his joint, I maneuvered the plush enraged head out the fly of the shorts. I gasped. Ecstatic. It was a monster.
"Kathie, baby. Fuck Nan. Motherfuck Nan!" Tom threw me down on the cushions. He lay sideways, as Daddy had done the night he rammed Mummy's face. "Suck it, sweetheart," he implored. "Put your lips on the head. Quick. I can't hold back much longer."
I sobbed. I knew just how he felt. There were a thousand tiny sponges squeezing off lubricant bubbles inside me. I snaked one leg over his head, knowing without having to be told, sensing what he was after. I took firm hold of his cock, moistened my lips. And as the head slipped into my face, growing larger, more bloated as it entered the depths of my mouth, I felt his chin whiskers scratch greedily along inner thigh flesh, bristle across the tender lips of my cunt, and come to rest on the island between front and rear gate. His tongue flicked my hole. I squealed and, bit down on his shaft as the point seared my soldier.
Fingers bored up my asshole . . . One! Two! I was starting to stretch back there. His nose and tongue half his face, wiggled into my pussy. I was dead . . . on a cloud . . . with wings . . . an angel somewhere. His ass drove rigid cock at me--unmercifully pounding my head against the backrest. I took it all . . . not a peep except for the high whining noises I made every time a stiff one came anywhere near me. I closed my eyes and relived the night I'd stood at the master bedroom door.. . watching Mummy's face raped.. . wishing it were me . . . wishing Daddy would come off the 'bed, throw me down on the floor, and fall, like a dart, like an arrow, planting meat--man-meat, good meat, long meat, hard meat--in my bull's-eye.
Bull's-eye? I considered that. I had never before given it much thought. Where was the main target, I now wondered. I licked all around the dick striving to empty its love load in my face. Was it there? In my mouth? Was the shape of an O my eternal astral sign?
Or was it lower, I wondered. Where the calf's-liver tongue was lapping me toward a white-hot and sticky Valhalla? Or in back? Where two fingers shafted my rectum, grazing the inner membrane between pink and brown pockets, sliding smoothly, greased with a thin residue of shit?
Who knew? Who cared? Who gave that much of a fuck?
I moaned. I gasped. I breathed his breath through my twat. I chopped down on the hard meat in my face and mashed my cunt at him. I smelled of his nuts-that exotic aroma of sweat and love and underwear, hair and bath powder. It was big, this one was. Bigger than Mr. Levine's . . . not quite as big as Daddy's . . . better than Popsy's but not quite as frisky as Vic's. I took hold of his cubes, wrapped one arm around his waist, and sucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow.
I was coming. Tom too. It seemed I lived in a world of rapidly dropped, eagerly swallowed, then up, up, and away again, creamy loads. I made him pullback and hold, then drive his dick at me with all the thrust he possessed.
The glans reached the farthest depths of my mouth . . . expanded . . . exploded. Hot lava gushed through me, top to toe. I was creaming all over his face--in his mouth, on his chin, his shirt-while the dick buried to the roots in my face discharged again and again.
I milked the last gooey drops before letting him to pull free. His cock slipped out of my face. I licked it clean. I swirled my pink tongue on the head, down the shaft, over and under the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. I washed his hot sweaty asshole. I licked until his poker went limp and lay there.. . stretched thin at the thick hairy base . . . still fat at the head . . . like a baseball bat.
I giggled. A limp cock was the silliest thing!
"Who'd of thought?" Tom lay flat, content to oblige me.
"Hm?" I licked up his belly to where his shirttails lay. "Who'd of thought what?"
Tom propped his head on one hand, upper body twisted. He squeezed my left buttock. He tickled my tushie. He lifted my face and kissed first my wet lips, then my nose, my chin.
"What?" I demanded."
"Who'd of thought I was in, the right house but in the wrong bedroom!"
CHAPTER FIVE
WHILE I WAS COMPILING NOTES ON THE GROOVY SCHOOL THING, COLLECTING SEX DATA, MENTALLY PATCH-QUILTING A CHAPTER OR two, a curious situation was developing at the Simon place. One day, shortly after my first bout with Tom-who had squared things with Mummy and Daddy and now was a regular at our house-I walked in on Debbie and Popsy and caught them preparing for something even I didn't believe.
"Fuck! There's that sweet little sucker." Popsy oogled me.
"Hi."
"Fuck!"
"Hi." Debbie moved from the table to the open refrigerator. She bent in, tight shorts caught in the cute crack of her ass. She rummaged about. She came back. She added a can of Reddi-Whip to the honey and jams and jellies on the table.
"What's up?" I asked.
Debbie surveyed the assortment. She grinned and thrust her small tits at me. "We read a book," she announced proudly. "All about cool freaky stuff. Popsy wants to try."
"Try?"
"Bet your sweet fuck!" Popsy dug his fingers up the ass of my jeans. "Knew you'd come back. Just in time, too. 'That sweet little cocksucker'll be here," I says to Debbie. "Once they get a shot of good Uncle Joe . . . Fuck! They can't stay away!"
I still hadn't caught on. I watched Debbie open the jars, line them up like English Guardsmen along the edge of the table. It was as if they were preparing for a sweet-tooth picnic.
Finally, just as I was about to scream from curiosity, Debbie said, "The book we read was all about how to catch and keep and please a man. The female something or other. I forget. Anyway . . . there was this whole thing about sucking dick-with whipped cream, and chocolate jimmies on top and like that. Wow! It knocked me right out! There was even a section about diet foods-in case you don't wanna get fat. Yummy! Popsy's been dopey all day just thinking about it." She returned to arranging the jars.
I felt Popsy's fingers slip between the back of my thighs, and press hard on my crotch. Chocolate jimmies on a stiff cock, I thought. Incredible! I liked the taste of natural man-meat, and couldn't, not for the life of me, think of a reason why anyone-not even Debbie, who, I had learned in the weeks since we began our project, was a kook-would want to dilute or sweeten or in any way alter the flavor.
"It's kinda a hot prick sundae," said .Debbie in answer to my uncertain stare. I crinkled my nose. Popsy had by now driven his hand into the waistband of my jeans and was moving his stink-finger down the warm split up my backside. "I'll . . . ah. I'll watch for a while," I announced, skeptical still.
"Fuck sucker, you say!"
"I already sucked two today," I hastily lied.
Debbie came around the table. Slowly she undid the button and zipper at the hip of the shorts. The garment slithered down her legs, to her ankles, lay dusting the linoleum. "Take off my panties," she told Popsy. "There's more hair. It's coming in oodles now . . . more every morning. Soon I'll be all furry and kinky down there."
Popsy's hand flew from my jeans. I watched him hurriedly oblige Debbie. He shimmied the panties off her hips, down trim little legs, made her lift first one foot, then the other, and tossed the shorts and underwear across the kitchen. The panties landed forlorn and cum-stained on the sink . . . near the cups.. . on the drain board.
Boy! I thought. This was sure getting to be some rinky-dinky place. There was enough material here to keep Masters and Johnson busy for forty more years.
Popsy dropped with a thud to his knees. "That's some snapper," he wheezed, minutely examining the puffy pink mound and tiny black springlettes sprouting above the cute dip to Debbie's wet gash. He fingered her love hole; extracted the finger, sniffed, popped the tip in his mouth. He repeated the finger maneuver . . . this time driving far up Debbie's shiffer, and drinking deep of the smell of sticky 'brown goo. Loudly he proclaimed, "Motherfuck-a-suckfuck!"
"He's getting kookier," I observed.
Debbie giggled. She looked from me to the table. A sudden mischievous light came into her eyes. Abruptly she snatched the jar of strawberry preserves, squatted, and, while I watched, while Popsy backed off, giving her room to work, dipped two fingers into the gook, brought out a gob, and packed the gooey sweet stuff up her pussy. "Do me first," she told Popsy. "Strawberry pussy."
"Fuck-a-lap-suck!" squealed Popsy.
I blinked. Still skeptical about the whole thing, but cunt sopping up nonetheless, I watched Popsy's tongue dart after the preserves. Boy! I thought. What next? How many ways were there to turn people on?
Debbie giggled and strained, and said, "OWWW! UM!" Tremors ran the length of her body as Popsy lapped. She planted her feet wide, held his head for a moment, then tore at her blouse-popping buttons halfway across the bright kitchen. She closed her eyes. Covering the small braless bumps on her chest, still mostly nipple but becoming more and more tittie every day, she kneaded, pinching the peaks taut while she churned her hips round and round, mashing her picnic pussy in Popsy's flushed face.
I moved closer, watched Popsy's tongue work like a shovel. The tip flew lightning fast into Deb's gash, came out with a scoop of preserves, and stoked the stuff greedily into his mouth.
Then out again, in, out . . . until the mound and split were lapped clean, the pouting lips glistened, and the entire area between Debbie's thighs was swollen, hard, bright new pink, throbbing, I knew, wanting, I was certain, something longer and stiffer and fatter than a wet tongue.
"Wow! That was something else!" Again the mischievous light came into Debbie's eyes. Abruptly she turned her small round behind toward Popsy. Scooping another huge gob of preserves from the jar, she packed the sweet stuff deep in the crack of her ass. She bent forward, cheeks spread. Sticky red goo, mixed with the clear juice from her pussy, oozed down the inside of her widespread young thighs. "Now the back," she told Popsy. "Suck out my ass, the crack, everything . . . then me and Katty'll do you."
"Uh-uh," I objected.
Debbie's laughter was a high-pitched teehee-hee.
Popsy leered at me. "Sweet little fucker you."
"Maybe!" I said firmly.
Again Popsy lapped. I watched his tongue catch first the red streamers snaking down Debbie's trembling thighs, then lick up to her asshole, up the crack, down.. . shoveling the stuff from shitter to mouth, shitter to mouth. I reconsidered the cock sundae. I could imagine Daddy's big pole covered with whipped cream, cherry on top-mine!-preserves packed at the roots, on his nuts, in the coarse hair. It was freaky. And thinking about it sort of turned me off. But watching Debbie and Popsy, seeing them groove, made me want to participate. Only thing was . . . even more than the picnic thing, the jellies and jams, doing it in the kitchen, with pots and pans and dishes all over the place, left me cold. The kitchen was the place for dishrags and ladles and like that. What I wanted was hot meat.
"Let's go upstairs," I suggested as Popsy scooped the last gob of preserves from Deb's cute behind.
Debbie straightened. "What about . . . ? "
I followed her pointing finger, to the line of assorted English Guardsmen on the table. "Can we carry it all?"
Debbie shrugged.
Popsy burped.
We three looked at one another.
Suddenly I started to laugh. It tickled up from my belly, poured out and rang through the kitchen, the house. I eyed Popsy, still kneeling on the floor, mouth covered with strawberry preserves. I eyed Debbie, naked except for the torn blouse, about two dozen little black curlicues radiantly aglitter atop her tight pink twat. I eyed the jellies and jams lined up along the edge of the table. It was hilarious. I laughed even harder.
Hands on hips, Debbie glowered at me. She stomped her small foot. "What's so funny, hey?"
I couldn't reply. I was laughing too hard. It was all too much! Again I saw myself as an old lady, as I had done the first time with Mr. Hotsy Levine-this time picketing Daddy's athletic club with a sign that read CHERRY WITH WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP. I ran to the table, motioned for the picnickers to help, all the time laughing and thinking me and Debbie and Popsy were the absolute silliest sex maniacs I ever knew.
We stomped through the living room, Popsy at the head of our three-man parade, Debbie behind, her behind still bare, jars and cans and bottles clutched like treasure to her breasts. We marched up the winding stairway, me in the middle, arms loaded with treats. Reaching the upstairs landing, we goose-stepped silently and severely down the hall, to the big master bedroom-the one we'd never sucked in, because it was Popsy's room, and ole weird Popsy had a "thing" about that--and set our paraphernalia down on the night table and bureau beside the huge bed. Popsy flopped. Debbie raced from the room; But she was back in a moment with a soft back book with pages turned down and the appearance of having been read and reread by every conscientious lover in town..
I was still feeling silly. Winking at Debbie, I grasped Popsy's left leg. He eyed me suspiciously-then roared like a baby panda when Debbie lifted his other foot and, heaving together, we threw him back on the bed. Cackling laughter like two old hens, we undid his belt buckle and fly and yanked the pants and shorts from his bony white legs.
"Lookit his thing." Debbie pointed.
I looked. It was hard. As usual. But there was a piece of lint from his shorts stuck in the uncircumcised head, and the cute little red tip was trying unsuccessfully to pole through. I fell on the bed, wrapped my hand around the smooth base, bent, and, with several playful bites, extracted the fuzzy obstruction. The red rabbit's nose poked through. Affectionately I licked it.
"Katty!" said Debbie indignantly. "You're the only one with fucking clothes on. Take off your jeans and stuff while I sweeten up Popsy."
Reluctantly I deserted Popsy's hot member. I hopped from his side and began to strip. I watched Debbie sit sidesaddle, thighs wide, cunt gaping, on the bed. Opening the book to a turned-down page, she reached for the whipped cream and knocked it off the night table. She bent to retrieve it. Popsy drove a finger high in her ass. She sat back--on the finger. Pensively she studied the page. "Spread from head to base," she read . . . as if reciting a recipe for roast duck. Then she held the whipped cream spout to Popsy's cock.
By the time I was out of my clothes, Debbie had Popsy well greased. We flanked him.
"Fuck-a-whipped-cream-suck!" offered Popsy.
"Shush!" scolded Debbie. "Lift up his legs," she told me.
"What for?"
"So I can get underneath. The book tells you how to take a man's balls in your mouth and actually suck him all the way home that way. Honest! Wow! I wanna try it that way. Popsy too. Right?" She yanked his stiff joint.
Boy! I thought. Debbie sure wasn't very observant! I had figured that out without having to read a book, and, although Deb didn't seem to have noticed, had sucked him off like that the very first time. Now we lifted his legs again, folded the knees back on his chest, as if he were a baby, and we were about to powder his doughy, fishbelly-white ass. Debbie held the spout to his cubes and let the cream fly. Popsy squealed. His nuts disappeared beneath the bubbly mountain of foam.
"There! Now lift his legs more."
Passively Popsy allowed us to manipulate him. His asshole gaped open. Debbie jiggled the can. Placing the spout to his anus, she pressed down, and spewed oodles of cream up his rectum while Popsy squealed and wiggled about the bed. Until Popsy was yipping and thrashing about like a fat puppy and even looked like a rabid Chihuahua down there.
"Wow!" announced Debbie. She bent to sample a gob of whipped cream with her tongue. "Ummm'! "
Popsy's dick jerked through the mess. I fell instantly upon it. I was by now so fucking worked up, so anxious to suck, so greedy to cum, I took the whole stiff little member in one hungry bite. Popsy's cubes had warmed the slippery cream. It was an odd taste. I gobbled it down and sighed at the wholesome taste of pure cock.
"Kathie, you fuck face!" Debbie wailed. "You didn't give me a chance to sprinkle on the jimmies."
It was quite an experience. First I sucked the cream off Popsy's joint.. . until the cream from within filled my mouth and throat.. . then Debbie took over and sucked his asshole and cubes. Popsy came again, shooting off in the air, a gob landing on the framed smiling photograph of the late Mrs. Simon. After that, while Popsy finger-fucked our assholes in unison, me and Debbie jellied up and lapped each other's gash and mound clean.
By suppertime, with most of the jellies and other treats gone-mixed with hot cum in our bellies-I was bloated and just about sucked out for the day. Not Debbie though. I watched her regrease Popsy's cock while I dressed. And by the time I was ready to leave, Popsy's half hard mini-peg was again in her mouth, nuts in her hand, and they were so busy, so absorbed in reaching a climax, neither saw me take the can of whipped cream and steal out of the room.
Outside the house, I paused. It was a beautiful evening. Across from the Simon place, the barbecuers were arriving, and Mr. George, the neighborhood standup-quickie champ, was setting the flame to the backyard charcoal pit. Down the block, across from our place, a hired boy was mowing the lawn with a mower that sounded like a rusty old outboard. I skipped down the street, the can of whipped cream clutched tight to my belly. I was thinking now about Tom . . . who Mummy and Daddy had invited to supper at our house.
". . . Evlyn liked sucking cock better than fucking," Daddy was saying when I came in. He and Mummy were seated on the sofa. Mummy was wearing her velvet green hot pants--a new pair, lime green this time--a matching crop top, and was Sitting sideways, legs up, showing Tom her ass.
"Horseshit!" replied Tom from the armchair. He lighted a cigarette, tossed the match in the ashtray on the coffee table. "Sure, she liked copping a joint," he continued, billows of smoke pouring out as he spoke, "But lemme tell you, man-that was some hot little number spread eagled. Christ! I never got more than three feet inside the apartment before she was on me . . . hands at my fly . . . tearing my fuckin' clothes off. Half the time we screwed on the floor because she couldn't wait. And once I got in, man . . . half a dozen times before she'd unwind those long fuckin' legs and give me some air."
Mummy stifled a giggle.
"What's funny?" asked Tom.
"You! Half a dozen times? Ha! You couldn't pop off half a dozen times if you were screwing the Virgin Mary. I know, lover. You never came more than twice in the whole year you were fucking me."
Daddy saw me and coughed. He poked Mummy. She gaped.
It was a curious situation. There I was, in the midst of two men who knew every inch of my body, knew Mummy as intimately, and everyone wore a guilty look on their face. I moved to where Tom sat, perched my ass on the arm of the chair, and said, "Don't stop on account of me."
"Kathie!" Mummy gasped. "You heard?"
I nodded. Should I confess, I wondered. Should I come right out and tell her I was a cocksucker?
Mummy stared and stammered and reddened. "I.. . I . . . you shouldn't be . . . eavesdropping," she managed. "You . . . you're too young to . . . to . . . oh! This is horrible. I should have your father put you over his knee."
Boy! Would we ever like that! I thought: I looked from her to Daddy. He cautioned me with his eyes. I glanced back to Mummy. Impulsively, deciding to tell her about Tom but not about Daddy, I blurted, "Me and Tom did it. Last week. He came looking for you, but you were out, and my pussy was so fucking hot, and I knew about you and him, and-well, I sucked him off. You don't have to pretend on account of me."
A long silence followed. Everyone looked at everyone else and at me. It was sort of fun. I was beyond reproach by Daddy, beyond indignation by Mummy, and Tom, I suspected, was enjoying it as much as me. I glanced down. Sure enough . . . his cock was getting hard. Putting my arm around his neck, I threw my legs across his lap, set the can of whipped cream beside the ashtray on the coffee table, and planted my butt on his spike.
"Man!" groaned Tom, centering his prick on my ass.
"My little girl," whispered Mummy.
"Oh . . . ! Fuck off!" I told her. "I like it as much as you do. More! Besides . . . Tom's cock wasn't the first one I sucked." I glanced significantly at Daddy. He was still watching me with that cautious look in his eye. "I've sucked four different joints," I added. "And been fucked in the ass twice by . . . "
Daddy almost choked. Hastily, he said, "It had to happen sooner or later, Nan. She's . . . ahhh . . . she's a stacked little minx, and you weren't much older when we fucked the first time. Jesus! I remember it like it was yesterday. Our first date . . . the car . . . parked in the woods at the lake. You said I was the first one. Christ! The first one! Then I opened your blouse . . . remember?" His hand covered her left tit, pinched the nipple. He, too, had a hard-on. "I thought you were going to stop me," he continued softly. "But when I undid your bra and mouthed that big salty peak, you sighed. and trembled and didn't object 'til I ran my hand up your skirt and touched your hot twat. Then you started to cry . . . remember?" He dropped his free hand to her thigh, inched up. His fingers dug hard into the crotch of the hot pants. But you still didn't stop me," he went on. "You wiggled down in the seat so I could get inside the panties. You opened your thighs. Jesus! You kissed my ear and pleaded with me not to hurt you."
Mummy seemed to have forgotten I was there. She closed her eyes, and, as if reliving the scene in the car, as if about to have her cherry taken, ' wiggled down on the sofa and opened her long gorgeous legs.
"Manoman!" Tom crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. His hand dove between my thighs. He squeezed.
"When I first felt your pussy," said Daddy, fingers stealing up the leg band of the velvet green hot pants, "I swore you were wearing a silk wig down there; So fucking soft. So-" his fingers dug in, making Mummy gasp and open wider-"Fucking hot! 'Remember that, Nan? Remember how I lifted your skirt and kissed outside the panties, then worked them down and almost died when I saw that beautiful wedge of blonde hair?" He abandoned her breasts and fumbled, none too steadily, with the clasp and zipper at her waist. "But the front seat was too small," he pursued in a gravelly voice. "That crazy little coupe . . . our first bed . . . on wheels. I told you to climb over into the back seat, and you started to . . . skirt up . . . half your ass out of the panties. I couldn't resist that. Christ! I buried my face in your ass while you cried and said, 'Not that way. No! Nooo!' I made you bend . . . milk-white buttocks high in the air. Then I took out my cock and made you reach back and feel."
Panting, reliving the scene along with them, I watched Daddy steer Mummy's hand to the hard shank in his pants. Daddy had begun the recitation to cover my indiscretion, I knew. But now, as he and Mummy recalled the groovy scene, neither one of them seemed to care that me and Tom were watching.
Tom groped for the little brass tong at the top of my fly. The dungarees fell open. His hand dove inside. He kneaded my pussy. "Ratty, baby," he said hoarsely. "Take them off. I want you to sit naked on my lap."
"You do it," I told him.
"Did . . . did . . . do you like being fucked in the ass?"
"Some . . . sometimes." My voice trembled. I could already feel the head of his cock sniffing the seam up the back of my jeans.. . was remembering the two times Daddy shafted my rectum, and envisioning Mummy stretched taut over the front seat of the coupe.
"Please, Take out your dick," I told Tom as the jeans slipped down my thighs. "We can do it right here. In the chair."
"Man!" Tom worked his hand under me. His stink-finger probed. "Ratty, it's so fuckin' tight," he breathed. "My joint'll probably bust you wide open back there."
"Hurry," I pleaded. "Do it. Bust me wide open."
I looked back to the sofa. Now Mummy's hand was inside the trousers, tight around Daddy's stiff pole, jerking him off, and Daddy was pulling the hot pants off her hips. "Nan. Fucking Nan," croaked Daddy. "Remember what you said when I first steered my meat into you? Bent all the way over the seat . . . ass tooted . . . cunt gaping . . . and when I touched the head to your pussy, you yelled, 'Put something on!' A rubber! Jesus Christ-a brand new little blonde cherry and you expected a rubber!"
Now Daddy looked at me. His eyes were glazed, beads of sweat stood out on his brow. He watched as Tom freed his cock and let it poke straight up between my legs. Then he looked back to Mummy and tore the shorts and panties from her lush quivering thighs.
Fucking Daddy! I thought, recalling the afternoon he'd refused to fuck his dick into me on the very same sofa. I closed my legs on Tom's joint, sawed it up and down between the puffy lips of my pussy. Momentarily I considered giving him a poke at the trampoline. The thought quickly fled. For although Tom had quite a shaft, Mummy had extracted Daddy's incredible monster, and I knew--since Daddy had stretched the barrier all out of kilter, and Mr. Levine-not Vie, he was too tiny-had added his thrust to the mess-there was but one engorged dick in the world capable of plowing deep enough, long enough, hard enough, to demolish the ridiculous elastic like fucking thing.
"Then when I slipped it up into you . . . " Daddy was saying. He paused to lift the crop top off Mummy's blonde head. Her enormous firm breasts juggled free. The nipples were hard, pink-red, twice the size of mine. Daddy's hands covered them. "When I buried the tip in that sweet virgin pussy of yours," he continued, bending to kiss first one peak, then the other, "and you moaned, and I reached around and took hold of your fabulous tits, you hollered as if I were plowing you with the driveshaft. It was tight, too. Christ! The tightest! I had to pound for ten minutes, holding you down, covering your mouth so no one would hear you yelling, before it was planted. 'You're killing me!' you wailed as the last inch bored in. I pulled back and looked down. There was blood all over my joint. Remember?" Again he paused to undo his belt and let Mummy yank the trousers and shorts off his legs. He glanced our way. "Sit on my lap," he told Mummy. She did. She sat facing us, eyes tightly shut, legs astraddle his knees and cunt dripping its juices all over his nuts, his thighs, the sofa. "Christ!" Daddy went on, planting the tip of his dick in her white blonde pussy. "I saw all that blood on my cock and went crazy. I watched your tight gash nipping the head, and thought, God! This can't be real! It's too fucking hot, too soft, too good to be true! Then I drove my joint up into you 'til there was nothing but hair against hair and balls slapping your ass. You moaned. But it was different sound . . . deep . . . hungry . . . animal. I had you impaled, the cherry gone, and you were starting to like it. I could feel it in the way your body moved.. . the way your tiny inner cunt muscles beat angel wings on my shaft. I made you bend even farther, took firm hold of your hips, and shafted those coils like I was digging for the rest of the gold. Motherfucker! I'll never forget it! You whimpered, like a fuckin' kid, like a fourteen-year-old, like . . . " he stopped, unable to finish.
Like me! I completed for him inside my head. I watched him-hands on her round belly, ass humping drive the full length of his cock up in-to Mummy's blonde sheath. And while I watched him, he, over Mummy's shoulder, was watching Tom lift one side of my ass and place the head of his dick against my tight shitter. The glans bored in. I gasped, twisted down until half the meat poker was buried hot in my rectum.
"Katty, you're beautiful," groaned Tom driving, driving, forcing his delicious hard cum machine deep in my bowels.
It was marvelous. Stupendous! I could see the bowed underside of Daddy's ridged tool working in Mummy, not five away, and feel the dick high in my belly. I pressed down. The last fiery inch ground its way past my stretched sphincter muscles. I worked on the shaft, massaging it from within. I sobbed and pressed Tom's hand to the wet lips of my twat.
"Oh, that's good," murmured Mummy. Her beautiful face was contorted, body tense. Her long blonde hair bobbed as she bobbed on the stake. "So . . . ummm! Good! So goo . . . OHHHHHHHHHHHH! So fucking! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking . . . OWWWWWWWWWWW!"
"And then when I really tore into you," rasped Daddy, fingers spreading the lips of her twat, kneading her bush while they screwed. "When I got you all wet and slippery and.. . ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Nan, baby! Nan! When' I backed off and began plowing with quick even strokes, and you tried to take even more, butting me back against the dash board, trying to take my nuts, everything down there . . . like now. Like . . . that's it, baby. Sweet. Sweet white-haired pussy. Take it all Nan. Like the first time. Take every mother fuckin' hard inch of cock I own."
I watched and pretended it was Daddy's big dick in my asshole. But sitting down was no good. I had to get out of the chair. With me on his lap, Tom couldn't retreat far enough to pound it the way I wanted to have it socked to me. "On the floor," I breathed, slipping off his shaft with a loud plop! "Quick. Hurreeeeeeeee!"
I tore off my blouse, my bra, prostrated myself on the coffee table-buttocks high, trembling, aching to feel the return jam of hot meat. I watched Daddy's glistening cock go swiftly in and out of Mummy's sopping wet pussy. I panted. I strained. "Hurreeeeeeeeeeee!"
Dropping to his knees, Tom came up close behind me. "Kathie. Katty, honey baby. Jesus." I felt his hands all over my trembling ass. His fingers slid down the hot crack, spreading my cheeks. The head of his shit-coated cock again bored into me. He planted a quarter, half . . . two-thirds the length . . . retreated and rammed the last swollen inch up my rectum. I felt it inside me. Expanding. Breathing. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Hard! Fuck my ass harder than you ever fucked before."
"Man." Tom pulled back and burned it up into my asshole.
I gulped, fell forward, sliding with the coffee table and knocking the can of whipped cream to the floor. I could feel it at the lower end of my stomach, it seemed. But I didn't care if it tore my insides out. I didn't much care about anything except the cum I knew would soon blast off in my belly. I threw my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust . . . taking all of his pistoning shaft, and loving the feel, the pain, the exquisite sensation of having my rectum reamed.
The sight of us, on the floor, almost at his feet, must have really turned Daddy on. For suddenly, as if he wanted to be close to me, he unshafted Mummy-lifted her, as if she were a rag doll, straight up and off his long cock--ordered her down on all fours, dropped to his knees behind her, and placed the huge head of his shaft to the mouth of her shitter.
"No. Not that way," Mummy loudly objected. "I . . . I'm too small back there. Don't put it in me. Don't!"
Daddy rammed the tip home. "Lookit your daughter," he growled. "Fourteen years old, and already knows how to please a man. Give!"
Mummy cast an anguished glance my way. For a moment she watched Tom shafting it to me. Her eyes grew as big as half dollars. She looked from me, back to Daddy, her gaze settling on the ferocious meat shank threatening her backside. "I . . . I can't"
"It's better than straight fucking," I told her. "Honest! You can feel it in both holes at once . . . like having two lovely stiff cocks up you at the same time."
Mummy remained unconvinced. She scrambled away from the weapon attacking her anus. "I . . . I can't take all that hard dick up my ass," she insisted. "I . . . I . . . I just can't!"
"The hell you can't!" Daddy caught her. He wrapped his huge hands around her slim waist and squeezed. Mummy gasped. "You'll take it and like it," he told her, gritting his teeth squeezing until her legs came apart, as if she were trying to suck air through her backside.
"Now give!" Daddy repositioned himself . . . cock jerking and bobbing around until it found and bored once again into her tight brown pocket.
"Oh, God, NO!"
"Shut the fuck up."
"You'll . . . you'll hurt m-me back t-there. I know it! I know it! I . . . I can al-r-r-ready feel it t-t-tearing my . . . n-n-noooo. Oooooooo!"
Daddy ignored her entreaties. It was like watching him rape her mouth all over again. Mummy must really be close--closer than me, I. thought. I had been frightened, too-that first time Daddy asshole-fucked me at the lake. But Mummy! Wow! There were tears in her eyes and she struggled and strained and made noises like a hurt kitten. Convulsive spasms passed through her belly as Daddy drove his gigantic meat spike out of sight . . . planting until it was buried to the coarse mat of black hair.
"Holy sweet shittin' Christ!" proclaimed Tom.
He was coming, I knew. I felt his dick throbbing, the head growing, deep inside me. Abruptly I un shafted myself, turned, and before Tom knew what I was up to, covered the head of his cock with my mouth. I could taste my own shit. Boy! Today was some hotsy day! I thought. First Popsy and Debbie, the whipped cream and jelly and like that, and now . . .
"Nan! Baby sweetheart," roared Daddy as Tom s hot prick blasted off in my face.
Tom clutched my head in both hands. He drove the head of his cock back to my tonsils. "Suck it, honey. Suc . . . ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I sucked. I sucked for all I was worth. It was the absolute best, most delicious hot mouthful ever Buckets and bucketsful. Tom kept watching Mummy and Daddy, humping my face, and the cream kept flowing as if it would never stop. And Mummy, too, I noted, despite herself--as on the night Daddy had forcefully taken her beautiful mouth-was beginning to churn her wide ass on the spike up her rectum.
I squealed and sucked. I watched and listened to the sound of naked flesh clapping wetly against naked flesh. And as Tom emptied his nuts inside my mouth, as Daddy's cream seeped out and down the back of Mummy's full thighs, and as Mummy began to enjoy the meat stoking her butt, my hard little pink soldier poked its nose from the soft lips of my cunt, quivered provocatively, and orgasm after warm orgasm swept through my body.
"This kid's some fuckin' blowjob," pronounced Tom as the last gooey drop trickled off in my mouth.
Daddy, who was resting on Mummy's smooth back after emptying his sacs, eyed my body, and said, "Yeah!"
Mummy glanced back at him, a suspicious look in her eye. I could almost see the thoughts racing through her head. There was a sadness in Daddy's voice, a note of regret. Had he, Daddy, tried Kathie, Mummy seemed to be thinking. Was he the one who had initiated her little Katty-girl into the joys of cock-sucking? I watched her big tits sway gently beneath the long white-blonde hair on her head and the peaches and cream texture of her lush body. There was little she could say about me and Tom, I knew. But me and Daddy? Never! I could see the word INCEST blinking like neon-red caution in her heavy-lidded blue-green and gray eyes.
"Christ! If she wasn't my daughter . . . ! " said Daddy, as if in answer to my thoughts. Slyly he winked at me. He slid his lengthy dick from Mummy's brown round eye. Fingering her wet pussy, he added, "Just my luck, right? All I can do is watch."
"You better believe it . . . you!" Mummy retrieved the hot pants, took a lacy handkerchief from the pocket and wiped first her cunt, then her sloppy asshole. She sat on the sofa. "I . . . I couldn't bear to think of you having . . . having SEX with our little girl," she continued, speaking to Daddy but never taking her eyes off me. "Why I . . . I'd just die! I can't believe this is happening, to begin with. It . . . it seems like just yesterday she was sucking the milk from my breasts, and now she's sucking . . . sucking-"
"Oh, for cripessake!" I wailed, giving Tom's cock one last noisy suck before letting it jump from my face. I sat, leaned back on outstretched arms, legs wide. I studied Mummy, admiring the heft of her tits . . . the whiteness of belly and thigh . . . the blonde bush that caught sunlight from the front window and made it dance and sparkle on thin threads of newly spun gold. She was some piece, even I had to admit. But kind of hokey upstairs, I decided, not wrapped too tight in the head. "What's the difference if I suck Daddy or Tom?" I asked her "Haven't you ever read Browning? A cock is a cock is a cock!"
Daddy cleared his throat. He glowered at me. His dick, which almost never got soft, quickly deflated and hung like a fucked-out boa constrictor. "Just talk," he told Mummy. "She . . . doesn't mean a word of it."
"Oh, no?"
"Kathie!" Mummy chided.
"Man. Fuck all that jazz," blurted Tom.
"Who cares? Who fucking cares? She's some hot little fucking cocksucker, anyway!" He fondled my titties.
Mummy hurumphed. "She's only a baby. It takes a woman, someone with experience, someone-well, someone like me! to really and truly satisfy a grown man."
"Horseshit!" said Tom.
"Horseshit is right," echoed Daddy. "I had to goddam near strangle her to get my joint in her face."
Mummy reddened. "You're both beasts."
Daddy and Tom laughed. I joined them.
Mummy was jealous, I knew. She was such a baby in so many ways. She was beautiful and sexy and stacked, and, as even a blind man could tell, was crazy for cock. But, like Daddy --about ramming his lovely long shank up my twat, taking my last forlorn cherry, incest and like that-was all tied up in knotty inhibitions. It was sad in a way. Because everyone was indeed screwing, reaffirming my philosophical stand, but not everyone, not Mummy, not Daddy, not even Tom, was enjoying it as much as Debbie and me.
Daddy stood and stretched. He looked from Mummy to me. "How about supper?"
"Supper?" I suddenly remembered the whipped cream. I looked about, spotted the can lying against the short leg of the sofa. Was I up to another quick suck, I wondered. Another hot cock sundae? I studied Tom's dangling joint. Boy! I thought . . . for a guy Mummy said couldn't stay hard, a one-shooter, he was sure doing swell by me! Although his prick wasn't as rigid as it had been moments before, there was a fat promise about it, and, compared with Daddy's surprisingly limp snake, it was a monster.
Daddy and Tom and Mummy watched me scramble across the floor, retrieve the can, and hold it overhead, as if displaying first prize for cocksucking. "Who's game?" I shouted.
"What game?" Daddy scratched his low slung nuts.
I grinned mischievously. I uncapped the can. I looked from Daddy, to Tom, to Mummy. Placing the spout to my stink-finger, I covered the tip with whipped cream, swirled my tongue suggestively around and around the mess, and, as if it were a small, thin prick, put the finger to my lips and drove it slowly in and out, in and out.
"Kathie!" Mummy gasped. "That's . . . that's un lady like!"
"Oh . . . ! Fuck the fuck off!" I told her. "Lookit you, for cripessakes. Your mouth's running over with spit just thinking about it."
On my knees, I moved to where Daddy stood. He jumped back when I took his limp cock in hand. "Hold still!" I ordered.
"Right on!" yelled Tom.
"My God!" breathed Mummy. "He . . . he's your . . . your father."
I ignored her. And while Daddy grunted halfhearted protests, I covered his entire lower abdomen-pubic hair, dick, sacs and crotch, with the slippery cream. His joint began to grow. It thickened and stood away from the thatch of black hair. It bobbed. It Jerked. It did a dance in midair. I waited until it had grown to ominous proportions, then, still on my knees, taking firm hold of the fat, slippery glans, I walked him to the sofa. Mummy had an icky look on her face. I giggled. I lifted her soft trembling hand.
"So suck!" I told her, placing the length of Daddy's three-quarter-hard member in the hot palm of her hand.
"Yeah!" seconded Tom. "Suck that cock. Let's see you do better than Kathie." He moved to my side stood with hands on hips, hard dick sticking out from the fly of his pants like the prow of a ship.
Me and Daddy and Tom stared at Mummy. She blinked. Her gaze dropped to the hot meat in her hand. She eyed it uncertainly. Was all that in my tight little mouth, she seemed to be thinking. Ten inches . . . but looked to be at least a foot long! God! Heaven help me!
"How about it, Nan?" coaxed Daddy. "You haven't blown me since the night I made you suck it. Remember how it felt? Going in? All hot and hard and anxious to shoot cum in your mouth? Kiss it! You like whipped cream. Just give it a little love peck there on the head." He moved closer, knees against the cushion. He wedged his leg between Mummy's, made her open. His hand dove into her blonde bush.
"Arumph!" Mummy leaned far forward on the fingers probing the swollen outer lips of her cunt. Her head shot down. Her pink tongue flicked out like a bugler, and stole a dab of whipped cream from the head of the mighty shaft in her hand. She licked her red lips.
"Man," said Tom. "She never would give me a blowjob."
"Thought you didn't like cocksuckers, but I sure in hell like having my cock sucked. And if you're talking about that fuckin' nympho, Evlyn--shit! I was too busy shafting that redheaded pussy to take time out to let her give me a blowjob. I left that to you."
Daddy was no longer listening. Now his dick was completely hard, tip breathing, and he appeared to be concentrating on the clean part down the center of Mummy's long hair. "Just a little suck," he said gruffly. "You don't have to take it all. The head . . . maybe an inch or two more. Just enough lo give it some heat . . . a little soft tongue action. Baby?"
Mummy hesitated. But her pelvis had begun to rotate on the fingers up her twat, and the lust, the incontrollable craving for stiff man meat, was apparent in her eyes. Again the furtive pink buglar tongue appeared. It licked the tip clean . . . crept down the shaft . . . paused at the roots . . . retreated. Mummy hiccoughed. She stared wide-eyed up at Daddy.
"It's like the first time we fucked in the car," whispered Daddy. "And before. When I reamed out your tight-Christ! So fucking tight asshole! It's always like that the first coupl-a times. Jesus! Remember how frightened you were the time we fucked in the armchair while your old man lay on the couch watching TV? Talk about scared! Remember what you said when I lifted the dress and dug inside your panties? Remember that, Nan?"
"I . . . I said you . . . you were going to put . . . put your big dick right through me," stammered Mummy. "I . . . "I thought sure Daddy was going to catch us. But you wouldn't stop. You . . . you took it out, under the dress, and no matter how . . . how much I pleaded, begged you to stop, you kept p-p-pushing it up my pussy. I . . . I didn't think it would work. But you made me so hot, so wet d-down there, I c-c-couldn't t-think, didn't care, h-had to feel you inside me." She considered the hard thing in her hand. Her fingers moved gently, lovingly, from the head, to the tight pubic curls. She bent, pressed her moist lips to the pulsing red tip.
"Ahhh! Um! Suck it, sweetheart. Put it in your mouth." Daddy moved the fat head of his swollen cock slowly back and forth across her slightly parted lips. "Think about all the times you were scared. Like before . . . the first time in the coupe . . . the armchair. Think about how . . . oh Jesus. You're making me crazy with that tongue. Put it in, Nan. Think about how good it was when you got over being afraid."
Again Mummy stared up at him, a big-eyed, frightened and beautiful little girl. "I . . . I d-don't wanna do y-you s-s-standing up," she breathed.
"Manoman!" choked Tom. "Jesus Christmas!" Boy! I thought, glancing from Mummy, to Daddy, to Tom, back to Mummy. Daddy had some fucking line! All he had to do was get Mummy talking and thinking about things they'd done and she'd fuck or suck or hang from the chandelier. I watched him flop beside her on the sofa. Her hand closed ferociously around the thing in his lap. She squeezed so hard the whipped cream seeped through her fingers. I moved against Tom, unbuckled his pants, and let them fall to the floor.
"It wasn't easy to spike you in that armchair . . . your old lady banging pots in the kitchen . . . the old man right there . . . banging out laughs over some boob on TV while I tried to bang you." Daddy fell back, taking Mummy with him. They stretched out on the cushions, Mummy on top. He pushed her down until the tip of his cock rested between her jiggly breasts, took one soft melon in each hand, pressed them together, and slowly fucked the hot valley between her tits. But once my dick got past the lips, he continued, humping, "past that soft blonde pussy hair, you wiggled that sweet ass . . . sighing like you do when you're hot . . . moving down . . . like my prick was a corkscrew and your cunt was a bottle of wine."
"Oh, Daddy. That's simply beautiful." I wanted to cry, to throw myself on him to tear Mummy's eyes out. I closed my own eyes instead, reciting the ersatz poetry, closed my legs on Tom's shaft.
"Let's fuck, Ratty. We've done everything else. Now I want a shot of that pussy." Tom tried to poke me.
I stopped him. Now, after having been knocked completely askew by Daddy's love words, I was convinced and more determined than ever that no. one-not Tom, not Mr. George, whom I had considered, not fucking Jesus Christ himself if he came down and asked me-no one except Daddy, like it or not, would be the one to tramp my trampoline. I felt almost religious about it.
"Let's just watch," I told Tom. "It's kinky. Like dirty movies . . . only better." I closed tight on his joint, sawed back and forth, making him fuck the tender flesh at the top of my thighs . . . allowing his shaft to glide along the lower part of my gash. "Hold my ass," I directed. "Squeeze real hard while we watch."
Tom groaned. His fingers bit into my buttocks. We swayed . . . dry fucking . . . watching . . . listening to Daddy's words:
". . . And when I got it all the way in, cock up to your belly button, inside, hot, tight, you threw one leg over the arm of the chair, and we pretended to laugh at the boob on TV so the old man wouldn't catch on. Remember? Go down, Nan. Go all the way down and suck." Daddy abandoned her breasts, gripped her shoulders, and pushed until her face met whipped-creamed pubic hair. Mummy, too, was by now smeared with whipped cream from the mess enhancing Daddy's sex, and Daddy, exactly as me and Tom had done the first time I blew him there on the sofa, twisted around, head to crotch, crotch to head six and nine, and began lapping the creamy stuff off her quivery round belly.
Mummy shivered, sobbed. She licked the cream from the base of Daddy's hard rod. She thrust her pelvis at him. "Eat me, luv. Put your face in my pussy. It . . . it's all w-wet with w-w-wanting you."
"First put the head in your mouth," replied Daddy.
"No. You . . . you first. I . . . I'll do it, b-b-but you start suc-sucking my c-cunt first."
"Oh, for crying out loud!" I hollered.
Daddy glanced guiltily back to me. A determined look came into his eye. Turning back to Mummy, he spread the pink lips of her cunt with two fingers on each hand and mashed his mouth into the sopping wet gash. He slurped. He bucked his hips at Mummy's face.
"Oh, luv. Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!"
Heart beating like the racing wheels of the New York to L.A. express, I watched the head of Daddy's long veiny dick bludgeon its way past Mummy's glistening lips and small white teeth. He grunted. He pulled back and drove half the length of his hardness into her mouth. I gasped along with Mummy. My bellyached. My knees grew watery. I reached down and grasped the stiff cock sawing in and out between my legs.
"Katty," groaned Tom. "Honey baby. Kitten. I gotta have some of your pussy. Motherfuck . . . ahhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I kissed him. Clamping my knees together, I squeezed the hot tip of his joint between my soft upper thighs and kneaded the fat hairy roots with sweaty fingers. His tongue darted into my mouth. I sucked it . . . wishing, pretending it was Daddy's hard meat I was sucking. I opened and closed the lips of my twat on his cock. My juices ran sticky and warm down his shaft.
Tom tore his lips from mine. "Katty. Sweet fuckin' Katty. You have to give me some cunt, baby. Now. NOW!"
I glanced from Tom's anguished face to Daddy's taut buttocks. I watched the muscles tighten as he drove more and more of his sex into Mummy's lovely face. Now Mummy held his whipped-creamed nuts in her hand. She raised one leg, giving him a wide open path to her hairy blonde triangle.
"Katty," begged Tom. "Please. PLEASE!"
I couldn't watch anymore. It was making me crazy. "Let's go in my room," I told Tom. "Hurry. I want to suck you off in bed."
Tom took one step-almost fell because of the pants and shorts at his ankles. He cursed and stepped out of the garments. In shirttails, shoes, and socks, he followed me through the living room to my bedroom at the far end of the dimly lit hall.
It was almost dark outside and the last rays of the sun filtered amber shadows through the blinds and drapes on my windows. The room was soft frills and haze. Romantic. The bed was a large rectangular cloud, with fluffy white pillows. The furniture blended with the pale green walls, and. the lamps, on the night tables on either side of the headboard, were tall phallic symbols with harpoon lampshade heads.
Tom grabbed me from behind. We swayed together at the foot of the bed. "Let's fuck, Katty. No more sucking today. If I don't get some of your pussy, I'll go nuts. I dream about it . . . think about it all day at the store. I can't get that hot little pink gash out of my head." He pressed the tip of his dick between my plump buttocks, let it lay flat in the warm crack. HIS hand crept down my small belly. His fingers moved slowly through my black bush.
"Oh, Tom," I whispered, intoxicated. I felt his fingers tracing the lips of my cunt. Gently. Gently. Ever so gently.
"Your pussy's so fuckin' soft. Man! Like.. . like silk instead of coarse cunt hair. Let me fuck you, Katty. Anything you want. Name it. Only you have to let me stick my joint up there"
"I.. . I'm still c-c-cherry."
"Jesus!" Tom's dick shot down, under. The nozzle head probed my twat. He moved his hand in slow circles on my small hairy mound.
"Tom . . . ? "
"Let me bust you, Katty. My dick's so fuckin' hard. Feel it?" He drove the head into the wet lips of my cunt. The lips parted. The glans raked hot across my clit. "Baby love," breathed Tom in my ear. "You can't say no now. You want it. I can tell. I can feel your tight little gash nipping. It wants a cock. Man! I never felt a snapper as anxious as yours is right now."
I moaned. I wanted more than anything to hold a hard cock in my belly. Tom was right; we'd done everything else and it was silly of me to refuse him my pussy. Fucking Daddy! I could hear the loud sucking noises from the front room . . . feel the rigid meat sniffing, probing, trying to penetrate my vulva. I squatted, bent some and pressed back. Oh God! I thought. Why! Why couldn't it be Daddy!
Abruptly Tom spun me around. His hungry lips covered mine. He inched me back. My legs hit the soft mattress and we fell, arms and legs thrashing, hands groping, caressing, onto the bed. I lay spread eagled beneath him. He pressed down-dick trapped between my pubic mound and his muscular belly. His nuts fell hot and heavy into the space at the top of my gaped open young thighs.
The kiss lasted a long time, until I turned my face away, lungs threatening to explode. Then Tom moved his lips to my nipples. "Sweet little titties," he pronounced in a hot, rasping voice. "So fucking pink. Sugar lumps."
"Suck them then. Bite them."
"Motherfucker cherry. Who'd have thought!" Tom slid farther down on my arched body. His cock dragged through my cunt hair until the tip rested at the tight slit at the top of my love hole. He drew one taut nipple noisily into his mouth . . . nibbling . . . sucking . . . swirling his sandpapery tongue around and around and over the rubbery, rigid pink bud. His hand crept down my belly to the hair. He kneaded. His dick probed.
"Fuck me," I moaned, unable to stand another minute, another second without swollen man-meat filling the hungry emptiness. Would it happen this time, I wondered. Would someone -Tom? Whom Mummy had jilted, because, I now knew, he had gotten tired of her blonde pussy and couldn't pop off more than one time a day-finally break the stubborn elastic like barrier and make me a complete woman?
"Katty, You ready, baby? Gotta have some Man! A maidenhead! A sweet, fuckin' black cherry. I'll go easy, honey."
"Hard!"
"Huh?"
"As hard as you can!"
"Jesus."
"Fuck it into me. Stick your big dick as far up my belly as it'll go. Hurry!" Panting, Tom slipped down my body until the head of his cock rested at the hairy gateway, and the shaft, the long, rock-hard cylinder was pointing like a torpedo-shaped spearhead at my wet twat. He thrust. The tip penetrated. I thrashed about wildly on the bed. I raised my knees. I lifted my hips and wiggled my cunt onto his spike.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Honey baby love." Tom's hands slipped under my plump buttocks. His fingers sought the crack, prying my cheeks open, finger-fucking my anus. Again he thrust, pulling me up to meet him, and driving half the length of his stiff dick up my pussy.
"More! Fuck me good!"
"Katty. If I hurt you.. . "
"Nooo! I . . . I want you to hurt me. I . . . I've been fucked before. B-but the c-c-cherry's still there. It . . . it won't breeeeeeeeeeeeak!"
"I'll break it, baby. Hang tight. Tight. Oh Christ Jesus. You're so fucking, fucking tight! So close I can't.. . "
"Harder!" I demanded. "Fuck it all into me. Hurt me. Hurt meeeee!" Frantic, out of my head with wanting his dick in my belly, I raised my knees higher; lifted my trembling half moons a foot off the bedspread, and met his tentative thrusts with furious gyrations. I felt him pull back, drive. The fat head of his cock bored its way into the small, tighter than tight opening at the lower end of my inner love channel. "More!" I cried. "All of it. ALLLLLLLLL OFFFFFFFFF ITTTTTTTTT!"
"Wait a minute, honey. Hold on."
I felt his fiery love dart slip out of me. "Oh, Tom . . . nooooooooooo!"
"Shhh. I've got an idea." He reached for one of the soft pillows. "Lift high," he directed.
I lifted. "Put it back in. Hurry. Hurreeeeeeeeeee!"
Tom knelt between my wide open, quivering thighs. He looked down at my pussy, drew breath through clenched teeth. Hastily he folded the pillow and packed it beneath my ass. "Katty. What a sweet fuckin' pussy. Lookit it breathe."
Do it, Tom. Stick it up in me. Quick. PLEEZE!" My pussy was sopping wet. Ready. Begging for hot cock.
Again Tom fell upon me. Again the head of his dick found the lower gateway, parted the lips, and bored in. Again he clutched my soft buttocks, lifted me high off the pillow, and planted two-thirds of his meat in my gaping pink hole. I felt, the head grow . . . expanding . . . contracting . . . expanding. It slid back, almost popped from my pussy, drove. I gasped. I closed my eyes . . . straining . . . listening. I could hear Mummy's muffled cries . . . Daddy's wet tongue noises. And . . . was that Tom's joint I heard? My cunt was so wet, so sloppy with juice, that his dick slid in and out, deeper each time, with the sound of shoes filled with water.
"Katty. Honey love. I . . . I can feel it. Tight! Manoman! A tight little drumhead of tissue."
I opened my eyes, looked down. Tom was still on his knees between my trembling thighs, shafting his rod down into me. My breath caught. I watched it slide in, out, in . . . butting the barrier. His nuts slapped my ass. But the barrier, the fucking unfeminine trampoline, remained intact.
"Harder! Break it. Hurt me. Fuck your dick right through it. Tom? To . . . OHHH! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Tom pounded, ground his coarse pubic hair against my soft fur. He held it embedded to the roots, savoring the warmth, the tightness as I was savoring the thickness, the hard length of a pole in my belly. For a moment, he humped, crotch to crotch, balls to ass. Then he lifted me higher, guided my legs to his waist, and gritting his teeth, grinding, doing his damndest to penetrate my stubborn hymen, drove a finger high in my asshole . . . as if attacking the elastic like barrier: from the rear He strained. He humped every inch, every speck, every micrometer of hard pulsing dick into me.
"More!" I wailed. "It . . . it's giving. I . . . I . . . OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ! "
"Wait a minute." Again Tom pulled his long wet cock from my sheath. It popped out with a splat. "Turn over . . . on your belly."
"Huh?"
"I can get more in that' way. Over."
I was by now so crazy, so close to orgasm I really didn't know or care what he was talking about. I rolled over. My belly touched the cool pillowcase. I shivered with hot chills. "Put it in," I choked. "An-y-where! Only do it. Do it! Do it!"
This time, like a rutting dog in heat, Tom attacked from the rear With one swift lunge he drove his poker, roots and all, up my twat. "Oh, sweet Jesus mother-fucker! It . . . it's the best the hottest little fuckin' hole in the state. Move It, Ratty. Gimme a little hip action."
I complied. My buttocks and pussy propped high on the pillow, open, .feeling Tom breathe down on my asshole as he watched his cock slip into me, I rotated my pelvis, worked my inner cunt muscles, milking his tool. Again his bulbous cockhead bludgeoned the. barrier. Harder . . . each stab sending small pain waves through my vagina. I sobbed. I plowed back. Ignoring the pain, thinking only of the bloated electric thing in my pussy, the tingly sensations his dick caused, I thought, fuck the barrier. It was so good so hot and cold and smooth and grating all at the same time, I didn't much care about anything except reaching-the place where cum mixed with cum and cock and cunt formed an unbreakable pact."
"It.. . it just won't give," grunted Tom. The damn thing's like . . . like a fuckin' inner tube. Whoever stretched you did some job. What, you need is a doctor to slice the whole mess out.
I stopped moving. I closed. my legs some, lay flat on the pillow. It was as if his dick had suddenly become a razor. "A d-d-doctor?"
"Um. UMMM! But not now, Katty later we'll talk about surgery. Now . . . Jesus. My . . . my joint is stuck tight in your gash. Open your sweet little pussy, for chrissakes.
I opened.
Tom breathed relief. "Now fuck. Fuck and forget about it."
Boy! How could you forget about something like that, I wondered A doctor! A knife in my belly almost! I had heard about girls with cherries that had to be cut. The thin membrane stretched like an inverted rubber, formed scar tissue, and, if a girl wasn't aware it, was unlucky enough to have a stable of little-cocked lovers, she could go through an entire lifetime unaware of the silly damn thing sitting like a rubber Buddha at the top of her channel.
"Katty. Chrissakes. I'm almost ready to come."
"Wait!" This time I slipped free. Darn! I thought, turning onto my back.. . there I was, with a cock ready to fill me with hot cream, and all I could think of was the screwy thing in my hole. Gaping my legs open, lifting my hips as an offering, I reached for Tom.
"Baby love." Tom tossed the pillow aside. Kneeling between my thighs, he fingered my pussy. His prick stood straight out . . . glistening wet with my juices.. . grown to incredible size. A small bead of cum appeared at the aperture. I touched my fingertip to it. He grabbed my wrist, made me hold the hard shaft. He came down on me . . . heavy.. . weight on my belly. "Put it in for me, Ratty. Steer the head to your cunt and let it slip in nice and slow."
"Suck my titties first."
"Katty . . . "
"I want it to last. Mouth my nipples like you did before. Don't you like them?" With my free hand, I cupped the underside of one breast . . . offering the hard pink peak. "See how it stands up?"
Whining like a puppy, Tom covered half my tit with his hot wet mouth. He devoured the tensile grape crowning the soft white mound. I stroked his thick dark hair. His cock jerked insistently in the palm of my hand. I steered the throbbing glans to my scruff, and teasingly moved it along the outer rim of my triangle.
"That's good, baby. So fucking . . . ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Tom bit down hard on my nipple, making me wince with pleasure-pain.
"Do the other one," I directed. "It's lonely, too. Suck it all better."
His tongue licked down the underside of one tit, around, up the warm valley between the two crests, over and down the upper side of the other mound, to my hard left nipple. Gently he mouthed the rubbery little stone. I sighed. I steered his cockhead to my gash . . . but held it at bay when he tried to thrust home. I snaked my leg up the back of his thigh and rubbed the glans in the wetness between my woman thighs.
Suddenly Tom grabbed me. His strong arms closed around me, one squeezing the breath from my lungs, the other low on my waist, hand splayed on my bottom. "I can't wait, Kitten. You.. . you're driving me up the goddam wall with your teasing. Put it in for me. Now!"
"Tell me how much you want my pussy," I taunted, kneading the fat tip of his dick.
"More than anything."
"More than Mummy?"
"More."
"Show me how much then."
"For chrissakes. How?"
"Fuck me." I steered the head of his hot hard cock to the mouth of my pussy. "Shove it in. All the way. Make me quiver all over."
Tom's hips bucked as if someone had set an electric cow-prodder to his behind. His shaft tore through the palm of my hand into my cunt. My stomach muscles tightened at the abrupt thrust. He ground it into me halfway, then, huge hand still splayed on my ass, rolled until we lay side by side. He thrust again. My mouth dropped open. An unrecognizable sound came from deep in my throat.
Kissing my lips, my nose, my heavy-lidded eyes, Tom whispered, "Want the rest Kitten?"
"Yes Oh, yes.
"How much?"
"Bastard!" I brought my balled fists to his chest, pounded.
Tom laughed. It was a low, sexy kind of grunting sound. Instead of thrusting, he applied pressure with the hand on my ass, and I slid like a well-greased piston casing onto his rod. Again my mouth dropped open. It was the wildest feeling. With my legs almost closed one resting on his big muscular thigh, I could feel every ridge, every vein and bump on his shaft, grating against the tender inner walls of my twat.
"There's more," Tom whispered.
"PLEEZE!"
"I'll be coming soon, too"
"Then fuck me. Kiss me and fuck me." I lifted my leg higher on his thigh. I reached down, felt with my fingers. There were inches of lovely hard cock outside me.
Tom again applied pressure to my plump bottom. His dick went in farther. But I could still feel the roots, as I measured the hardness protruding from my wedge of black hair. My fingers crept lower . . . under . . . to his fat cubes. "All the way," I demanded, squeezing the tender sacs.
This time Tom's mouth dropped open. His face crinkled up, as if he were going to cry. He thrust and applied pressure with his hand and my cunt, my anxious little pussy, took the last inch of hot meat. He sought my lips. We kissed, sighing, open mouth to open mouth, tongues searching. My hole was engorged.. . wonderfully full of hot cock.
We moved slowly for a while; prolonging the ultimate thrill. A sweet bottle of wine on a corkscrew, I thought.. . recalling Daddy's beautiful ersatz poetry. Tom's strong hands explored every inch of my body . . . pausing to knead here, probe there I felt tiny. Helpless now. At his mercy. I suddenly realized that what I felt against my pert nipples wasn't hard flesh. I worked at the buttons down the front of his shirt, threw it open, maneuvered one arm free, and, when he lifted, pulled the other sleeve out from under his body. I glanced down, giggled. He still wore shoes and. socks. He grinned and kicked the shoes off and I reached down and helped him off with the socks.
Tom fingered my asshole and began a wonderfully slow, rhythmic fuck grind. We said things. Not much sense. My vagina was sore from so much fucking. The tender outer lips of my cunt felt raw But my hard little pink soldier was having itself a ball.
Tom pressed his lips to my ear. "I'm almost ready, Katty."
"Me too."
"Should we finish like this, or . . . "
"On top. Me on top."
"Jesus. You make me want to fuck all day and all night. Never stop. I don't think I'll ever get enough of your tight little pussy."
"On top. Please."
Tom rolled onto his back, taking me with him. My breathing quickened. I brought my knees up close to his sides . . . as I had done on the sofa with Daddy the day he stretched my hymen. My tits swayed over his face. His sandpaper tongue flicked out . . . darted across one hard nipple. I gasped. I lifted my rump to give him room to thrust.
Tom's cock shot up into me.
"Oh, yes."
Again, the glans pulsing inside, me, near climax.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" And again-pubic hair mashing hard into my cunt, dick riding high in my round belly. "Kitten. I . . . ah, baby. Baby!BABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
I was lost. The first blast shot into me. I cried. I yelled. I moved my legs down, fell flat . . . milking his shaft between tightly closed thighs. His cock was a bucking bronco in my vulva--spitting huge gobs of hot cum at my dilapidated, much abused, but nonetheless stubborn stupid cherry.
"Don't stop," I told him. "Never . . . never ever stop shafting your lovely hard dick into me."
CHAPTER SIX
Zip-zip-slice . . . me perched bare assed on the edge of a cold metal gurny cart, the doctor's nose and scalpel up my gaped-open bush, and the stubborn, loathsome, ridiculous thing was gone. Well! I didn't exactly race around like a yearling for the next few days, and my menstrual cycle kept all anxious cocks at bay, but now, when I drove a finger up there . . . no dumb trampoline!
It was very exciting. Particularly in light of the groovy changes at our place. The day after I walked into the living room and made my partial confession to Mummy, Tom, bag and baggage, moved into the guest bedroom across the hall from mine, and, although I had no conclusive evidence, I was certain he and Mummy had resumed screwing. Daddy didn't seem to mind, either. He and Mummy did their thing. Tom and Mummy did theirs.
Of course, now that I was whole, now that my hole was empty, I mean, I, too, was anxious to do "my thing." And of course, I now watched Daddy-mouth watering as I eyed the long hunk of meat in his pants leg-with renewed interest. In a way, I was cherry still. Tom, Mr. Levine, Vic-they didn't count. Each had come in my pussy. Each had shafted me there. But no one . . . except maybe the doctor, who had taken one hell of a long time to complete the post-operation . . . had yet gotten a sniff of the tight new upper end of my channel.
Again I decided, this, time 'for keeps, that Daddy, no one but, was going to do the groundbreaking. He, too, it seemed, since learning of the minor surgery, watched me with renewed interest, stared long and hard at my crotch, my titties, my ass. But nothing happened until late one afternoon when I returned home from a fuckless day at school to find a note from Mummy saying Tom had taken her "shopping."
The master bedroom door was ajar. Daddy was dressing. He stood before the dresser, ass bent to me, white boxer shorts halfway up his long hairy legs. I could see his cock in the mirror. Even limp, it was awesome-hung so low the glans appeared at the leg band once the shorts were in place at his waist. He straightened, saw my small dark head at the door in the mirror. Abruptly he turned.
Without a word, I moved into the room, set my books down on the night table, and bounced on the edge of the double bed. My pussy tingled. I grinned impishly up at him.
"If your mother comes home and finds you in here . . . "
"Oh Daddy! You know darn well what shopping means. That's how it started before . . . remember? They're probably fuckin' in the back seat of our Buick right now. Besides . . . I've seen you watching me. Don't pretend. You're curious about-" lying back on the bed, propped on my elbows, I opened my legs just enough to tantalize-"about what the doctor did to me down there."
Daddy cleared his throat. He strode briskly across the bedroom, retrieved his pants from the closet came back. "Thought you and Tom were . . . ah . . . going sort of steady," he said, a. jealous lilt in his voice. "That day in the living room . . . Christ! You weren't interested in anything 'cept that wife-fucking bastard's stiff joint."
"Don't be silly, Daddy," I chided. "You gave me that look . . . you knew I couldn't let you do me with Mummy right there. And all that hotsy talk! Boy! I had to do something or bust. My pussy got wet just listening to you two talk about doing all those kinky things. Boy! In an armchair!"
Daddy's gaze dropped to my hemline. His cock stirred. He grunted, looked away, bent . . . thrust one muscular leg roughly into his pants.
"Don't put your pants on," I told him.
"Why in hell not."
" 'Cause your dick's getting hard, and my pussy's brand new, and I want you to do me."
Daddy hesitated a moment then thrust the other leg into the pants. You re my daughter, he said gruffly. "Fucking around, sucking, asshole fucking, is one thing, but sticking my joint in your belly is . . . is incest! Suppose you got knocked up? Suppose you had an idiot kid with two noses and three fuckin' eyes or something?"
I giggled. I reached for my purse. Daddy watched me rummage through the contents and come up with the round plastic compact like case-with thirty-one little slots holding as many pinkish pills-that I had bought from the doctor who did the knife work inside me. He blinked. I offered the case, day, and date marked over each slot, for his inspection. Holding the pants up with one hand, he took it and read: ONE DAILY TO PREVENT UNWANTED PREGNANCY.
Daddy coughed. He tossed the case onto the bed. He buttoned the pants, zipped the fly, and said, "I . . . I still can't fuck you."
"Why not now?" I yelped, outraged, wanting to choke him.
"I . . . I don't know why," he shouted, hand. some dark face going from olive to deep red, and avoided my eyes. "Chrissakes! I tried, Kathie. That day on the sofa. Don't you think I wanted to? You're so fuckin' soft and tight down there . . . so fuckin' good. But as my joint went in . . . as your pussy began to nip the head of my cock . . . just when it was getting really good, I thought, Christ! This is Kitty-Kat you're plowing . . . your little girl . . . the kid whose diapers you changed and told bedtime stories to." He stared at me mournfully.
Wow! I thought. Daddy wasn't wrapped too tight upstairs, either! He and Mummy sure had some goofy ideas about sex. Momentarily I wondered if the entire over-thirty generation was knotty upstairs. I mean.. . I could almost see the incest thing if Daddy had refused to stick his oversized insatiable dick in my mouth, my ass hole but now'? It was kooky! There he was, not two feet away, eyes glued to my hemline and talking about this guilt thing while the hose m his pants grew and grew down the leg. The entire thing--big nozzle tip, long veiny shank, nuts and all-throbbed beneath the thin material like a transplanted heart.
What material! I thought. What a book me and Debbie would someday write!
A sudden light blinked inside my head. Now I recalled how easily Daddy had turned himself and Mummy on with all that kinky talk the day in the living room. I batted my feathery eyelashes up at him. My hand shot out, as If with a mind of its own, and closed tight around the long hard thing in his pants. "Remember that first night at the lake?" I asked, gently squeezing his hot cock. "The sleeping bag? We had only one this time. You said you wanted it to be just like the night long ago when you woke up with a piss hard-on poking the back of my jeans. Only this time I didn't have any jeans on." I opened my thighs, giving him a glimpse of the sweet little black coils peeping form both leg bands of my panties.
"Katty . . . let go. Please." Daddy closed his big strong fist around my weak tiny wrist, and tried-but not very persuasively-to push my hand away..
I held fast. "Remember how you poked my cute little asshole again that night?" I continued. "I was asleep. I felt the fat head . . . this one-" I yanked on his hard-on-"digging up my behind, and woke up but pretended to .be asleep still. It was better that way. It was like when I was a little girl . . . the first time you dry-poked me there. Only this time I was pretending, and you were awake . . . as if you were raping me . . . forcing me to give . . . taking what you wanted of me back there." Pants and all, I jerked him off slowly.
Daddy gritted and hissed air through his teeth. He stepped closer to the bed. "I . . . I didn't want to," he breathed. "Like in the car. I . . . I never wanted to . . . to do t-those things t-to you. Never!"
"Don't lie, Daddy." I jerked hard on his cock.
"All right. All right! But I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't made it so easy."
I patted the bedspread beside my bare creamy thigh. He hesitated only a moment, then sat beside me. "I told you not to put these things on," I cooed, groping for the zipper at his fly. "Did it feel good, Daddy? When you poked me in the behind?"
"God, yes!"
"Tight?"
"Like a fuckin' keyhole!"
"And hot! Hotter than anything. You said so." I unzipped the fly, undid the button, but left the belt as a challenge to make him undo. My hand slipped inside the pants.
"I . . . I actually thought you were sleeping," choked Daddy, leaning far forward as my fingers, outside the cotton shorts, traced the length of his cock. "I . . . I remember thinking, How in the . . . ummm! How in the sweet fuckin' hell can she sleep like a baby with all this meat up her cute behind? You didn't peep. You just lay there and took it . . . inch by inch . . . and not even wet back there. It was like drilling a screw into oak. I . . . I had to sweat to get it halfway up your closed asshole."
"It hurt" I whispered. "Like crazy. But I didn't cry out . . . even though I wanted to." I found the open fly of the shorts, reached inside, and ran one finger around the hairy base of his shaft. "Lay back," I told him. "I love seeing your dick stand straight up from the pants."
Obediently, as if forgetting all the objections and thinking only of me, Daddy lay back, long legs over the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. He sighed. He groped, exactly as I had anticipated he would, for the belt buckle. The belt came undone. I opened the pants, extracted his big, rigid cock, and gasped as the gigantic pink bulb sprang like a gas-filled balloon into the air. It swayed. It trembled. It bobbed like the "follow-the-bouncing-ball" thing in the movies.
Daddy's hand fell to my soft inner thigh . . . bare inches from my hot pussy. He squeezed.
Darn! I thought . . . why'd I have to wear stockings today? I nervously undid the garter belt clasp above his hand, rolled the stocking halfway down my thigh, and placed his rough hand on my smooth flesh. I inched higher on the bed . . . bent . . . pressed my moist red lips gently to his mouth. I had learned, through Tom the benefit of prolonging the ultimate union. Mummy and Tom wouldn't be back for hours I knew. We had time.
Lying curled on my side, I stroked Daddy's dick while we kissed. His hard fingers grazed my crotch. I shivered. He plucked the short pussy hairs at the leg band of my panties, making me tremble in anticipation. His long middle finger traced the indentation where the flimsy undergarment lay sunk in the wet lips of my cunt. His hand moved over my hip, down. He followed the elastic digging into the soft underside of one plump buttock. It was almost better than fucking.
We petted and kissed for what seemed to be hours. Then Daddy again clamped his huge hand on my wrist, gripped hard, and barked, "Stop! You'll make me come all over you and the bedspread if you don't knock off playing with my joint."
"Then come in my pussy," I suggested hotly.
Daddy pressed me back and down on the mattress. He held both my wrists trapped, upper body across my breasts, dick rubbing the outer side of my thigh where the stocking was rolled partially down. "That day in the living room," he said softly, nuzzling the valley at the neck of my low-cut dress. "I . . . I watched you with Tom. Seems you learned a few things since the last time you sucked my joint. Like the whipped cream."
I eyed him suspiciously. "Knock off the cock sucking, huh?"
"Don't you like Daddy's cock?"
"Yes but . . . "
"Don't you like to feel it hot and hard slipping into your mouth? Shooting off? Filling your throat with cum?"
"Oh, Daddy. You know I love it. You know that!"
"Let's take off your clothes:'
I watched him rise from the bed. The pants fell from his waist to the floor. He stepped out of them. His dick pointed skyward. I lay still, watching, heart thumping, thighs aquiver. I was so much jelly in his big strong callused hands.
Boy! I thought . . . things had sure changed, passive and aggressive roles and like that, since I coaxed the cock from his pants minutes before.
Daddy lifted one nylon-clad leg, kissed my small instep, and rolled the loose stocking down to my ankle. He let my high heel drop. The nylon followed. Arranging my leg bent on the bed, his hand moved slowly up one thigh. Gently he cupped my pussy.
I chewed my lower lip. "Fuck me, Daddy," I sobbed. "Don't make me suck you off this time. Please. I love you. Do my pussy. I . . . I want you to be the first one."
"Quiet. Let me enjoy this, Katty. It's like Christmastime when I was a kid. Presents. There's a surprise under everything you're wearing. It's new every time."
"Oh, Daddy. That's so beautiful."
"Shhh!"
I lay there quiet and still. He loves you! I told myself, tears smarting in my eyes. It's just he's got this uncontrollable thing about having his cock sucked.
I felt his strong fingers undoing the little metal clasp holding the second nylon. He lifted my leg, worked the stocking down, and, as he had done before, let my shoe and the nylon fall to the floor. He let my leg drop . . . spread my knees wide.. . arranging my legs so I lay like a hotsy dumb frog beneath his hungry gaze. Again his hand sought my crotch.
By the time he rolled me over, onto my belly, to get at the snaps up the back of my dress, I was thrashing about like an eel out of water. He opened the dress. I felt his hot breath on my bare back. He lifted the hem to my waist, made me lift, and, holding me down when I tried to roll onto my back once more, worked the dress to my armpits. His huge hands covered my ass -kneading, pinching, spreading the cheeks and letting them jiggle together--as I maneuvered the garment off my head and threw it to the floor. I closed my eyes, pressed my face to the satin bedspread. I heard the panties cackle nylon laughter as they slipped from my hips, down my thighs, off.
"Jesus!" groaned Daddy.
The sound of his voice ripped another sob from my lips. I was naked, trembling and vulnerable to his touch. I felt his hot breath on my buttocks . . . a wet kiss at the dimple at the base of my spine. His tongue licked down. My sphincter muscles tightened. My cunt wept. I wanted more than anything to feel his big dick slipping into me, into my vulva, my anus, my mouth . . . anywhere and everywhere he wanted to put it.
"Do something, Daddy. Put it in," I said in a small voice.
"Not yet, baby."
I heard the rustle of his shorts dropping. Again my legs were spread. A weight sank onto the bed between my knees. The weight lowered itself to my back. I gasped, thrust my hips up into the hot veiny thing at the tight mouth of my new pussy. It retreated, slipped along the lips to the hair . . . then down and back to the even tighter mouth of my rectum.
"Dad-deee! Please. Oh, PLEEZE!"
"Remember the car?" breathed Daddy against the side of my neck, making me shiver. "How you sucked me off upside down while I ate your pussy?" tile memory triggered my reaction.
"Anything. Only do it quick"
"We can do it in the living room-in the arm chair. It'll be even better than it was in the car."
I twisted and rolled my body beneath him. I wrapped my arms around his bull neck and kissed him as hard and as wet and as long as I could.
We ran naked, hand in hand, to the bright living room. We kissed again, thigh to thigh, standing beside the big armchair-the tip of Daddy's lovely stiff dick wedged tight between our bellies.
"I'll close the drapes."
"Fuck the drapes!" Daddy sat and pulled me roughly onto his lap. "Let 'em see. Who cares? Who cares if the whole fucking neighborhood knows I've got the best little cocksucker of a daughter in the whole fucking world!" He bit down hard on my tender left nipple and rammed two fingers into the wet lips of my cunt.
"Oh! Oh, Daddy. Daddy! Daddy!" I opened my thighs. His cockhead shot up from under me. It beckoned to my watering mouth. I bent. But it wasn't as tall as it looked and my spine threatened to snap before I got close enough to flick my tongue across the tiny aperture in the bulbous head.
Daddy drew breath sharply through his teeth. "Stand on the chair," he directed. "Put your feet on either side of my thighs, then turn around and squat down, and then I'll lift you onto my cock like we did in the car."
I felt silly, but hot, too, and willing to do anything to get his gorgeous hard meat inside me. I jumped from his lap, placed one foot on the chair, and went up. I turned and squatted. His cock butted into the crack of my ass.
"Katty. Christ mother-fucker! First a little bit like this, baby. Just the . . . ah! AHHH! Just the tiniest bit of good hot joint up your sweet asshole before you suck me off."
"OWWWWWWWWW!" I squatted more . . . wiggling my hips down onto the glans penetrating my tight rectum. It ground in halfway. "Dad-deeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Daddy threw my feet out from under me, and let me drop-like an olive on a fat tooth pick onto the full awesome length of his hard prick. "J-Jesus! It . . . it gets better every fuckin' time," he said. "That day Tom poked you like this . . . ahhhhhhhhh! I . . . I thought I'd go crazy watching. I . . . I counted every inch of joint slipping into your sweet tight ass. You . . . your mother's good but.. . God! Katty baby. You've got something s-s-special up . . . up . . . Oh Christ! All the way up at the top of your hot asshole. Like an army of silk ants run . . . ah! Running around on the tip of my joint. Jesus!" He covered my tits, kneaded. His cock throbbed deep inside my rectum.
Whimpering, feeling the head of his dick so high in my belly it was as if it had become a vital organ beating in my chest, I ground my hips down into his lap.
"No! Sit still, Kitten. You'll make me c-come."
"I can't!" I cried. "It . . . it feels too good to sit still. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuc . . . ow! OW! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
Daddy growled. Abruptly he lifted me off his stiff cock. I heard it pop-like an uncorked bottle--out of my ass.
"Fucking Daddy you!"
"Shuddup! And help me. Get your feet on the goddam backrest, and come down with your mouth on my joint."
"Oh! Oh . . . ! " Using my hands for leverage, as if I were doing an upside down push-up, I threw my feet up and onto the backrest. Daddy braced my thighs in the palms of his huge hands. Taking the weight off my arms, he lifted and guided my legs back.. . until my knees rested on the upright, feet straight out, toes down, behind the chair. "This is the dumbest dopey thing ever," I hollered-then gulped when I felt his damp breath on my pussy, my winking wet asshole.
"Suck it, Katty girl. Shuddup and suck."
I looked cross-eyed down the full length of his bowed member. The hot glans grazed my chin. There was a tiny shit smear at the neck, a slight discoloration at the jacket of skin between bloated head and hard shaft. Swirling my tongue around the monster, I licked the bitter brown stuff away.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH! Go down, Katty. Cover it with your mouth."
My lips formed a wide wet O and drew the fiery head in past my teeth. I held it firm at the circumcision and batted my tongue rapidly against the big vein along the underside.
"UMMMMMMMMMMM! That's it, baby. Now go all the way down to my balls. You're the best. The fuckin' best ever." Daddy's face dove into my curly bush. He let me down suddenly.
I gagged. I gurgled. I choked. But the cock in my face refused to relent. As my weight came down, the nozzle forced its way in . . . in . . . in and down my throat. My mouth was engorged with hot meat. My chin and pouting lower lip lay in wiry black cock hair. My nose sniffed the distinct odor of testicles and male asshole.
Then the door opened and Mummy and Tom walked in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Daddy was dopey again, out of his head, moping around the house like a wormy puppy. Mummy and Tom had done it again . . . had taken the Buick and split after catching us in what Mummy called "an unnatural relationship." Days went by without word. Daddy grew worse. Fucking stupid Mummy! I thought, watching him languish beneath a scraggly growth of whiskers and sit every night in the living room, unaware, it seemed, of where he was, and that I was there to comfort his needs.
"Then sit there and dry up and . . . ohhhHHH!" I bellowed on the night a week later when he refused to come to supper and sat, clothes wrinkled, eyes fuzzy, on the sofa.
Flinging my apron violently onto the table I'd set with candles and our best dishes and silverware, I stormed into the living room and yelled, "You're making me sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! Lookit you. You look like a drunk. A wino. A dumbhead."
Daddy stared mournfully up at me. He opened his mouth as if to speak, clamped his dry lips together.
I wore new white hot pants and stood with hands on hips, feet planted wide apart, pussy bulging beneath the skintight material, braless tits showing through a sleeveless, semi-transparent top. And nothing! I might have been a plaster mannequin for all the attention he paid me.
"Sick!" I hollered, near tears. "Almost pukey!" I wailed, and ran without direction out the front door.
It was a warm, star-studded night. The moon was full. A plump cloud overhead, one of a dozen fluff balls scattered haphazardly throughout the blue-black sky, seemed to weep along with me. I ran down the street toward the Simon place.. . thinking me! not Mummy, with her hotsy white-blonde bush, but me! I was the one with good reason to run away.
I had almost reached Popsy's place when a voice from across the way called, "Hey, you. Little girl"
I stopped. My gaze swept the houses across the street and settled on the tall, thin figure of Mr. George. There was a middle-of-the-week barbecue, a dozen neighbors present, going in the backyard, but Mr. George, apparently bored, apparently having found no partner for his favorite sport, sat alone on the front steps. I stepped from the curb.
When I had reached the George lawn, I said, "You were half right."
"Whazat?"
"I'm a girl . . . but' not so little."
Mr. George yawned. I moved to the foot of the steps, cocked my head, and studied him. He wore red bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, sandals, and there was a tumblerful of something icy on the step at his foot. I looked into his eyes. He, too, was taking inventory. "Well?"
"Wanna make half a buck?"
Oh, boy! I thought. This was the best ever! First he calls me a little girl, then he propositions me! Half a buck yet! Boy!
"I'm out of cigarettes," continued Mr. George. "Not a goddam one in the pack, and .if I go back to the party, the bastards'll make me stay. Wanna run your cute butt to the store?" He displayed the empty pack, grinned, produced a crisp dollar bill and added, "Keep the change."
Giggles tinkled from my throat. I covered my mouth. I had already written the innocent offer into the mental notes for the book me and Debbie would write, and now, feeling foolish, had to retype inside my head. I hastily cast thoughts of Daddy aside. Smiling sweetly, recalling Lois and the others, I concentrated on Mr. George.
"I say something cute?"
"I thought-well, when you asked if I wanted to make a half a buck, I just naturally supposed you were after some . . . " I left .the implication dangling, hoping he'd take it from there.
Mr. George's eyes narrowed. Now he studied me as if he were seeing me for the first time. His gaze dropped from my face, to my pert titties, to my hot crotch. There he lingered. My belly grew tight. In the white hot pants, with the bright streetlight behind me, I knew he could almost count the hairs on my pussy.
Finally, after giving his lidded eyes a leisurely look at me, Mr. George said, "You thought I was offering half a buck for what you got between your legs!"
I nodded. It was obvious he wasn't expecting a reply. I watched him lift the icy tumbler, drink deep. He set the glass down and stood . . . bringing his cock on a level with my eyes. It was some hose. It hung halfway down the left pants leg of the bermudas.
"That's dirt cheap," said Mr. George. He stepped down to the walk where I stood. He placed his huge hands on my shoulders. "I never offer less than a fin. They usually up it to a sawbuck. But for you I'd expect to pay.. . let's see-" he spun me around, studied my plump backside for a moment, spun me again and leered down at my breasts-"at least twenty-five! Plus a tip!"
"What kind of a tip?"
"What kind of a tip did you expect?"
"A big one. Circumcised."
"That's the only kind I got." His hand dropped from my shoulder to my right boob.
Swiftly my gaze swept the block. A neighbor was rocking on the porch two houses away. Several kids were playing on the front lawn down the street. I craned my neck up at Mr. George. Head spinning, recalling what he'd told Lois the night me and Debbie watched them fuck in the Michaels' car port, and relenting in my resolve to have Daddy be the first to sample my new pussy, I said, "Don't you think maybe we should go somewhere? I can't suck you off with everyone watching."
"Fuck that sucking-off jazz!"
"What then?" I breathed hotly.
"Pure and straight pussy, little hairy holes . . . like the one between your thighs." He, too, looked swiftly about. "Let's go inside. The wife's so busy with those fruitcakes out back she'll never miss me."
Still a bit uncertain, unable to cast thoughts of Daddy completely out of my mind no matter how hard I tried, but nonetheless anxious to hold a cock-a willing tool, a big one, a long stiff one-in my forebelly, I followed Mr. George into the house. "We better go in my den," he said, taking hold of my hand and leading me through two rooms to a dark study with book-lined walls, a black leather divan, a desk, and a window over looking the backyard festivities. He closed the door, locked it, leaned back, and stared at me.
I walked slowly about the den, pausing to run my finger along a book binding here, to examine the pens, the blotter, the desktop there. I stopped at the window. Through the blinds I could see redheaded Mrs. George. She was passing out burgers from the grate atop the charcoal pit. A couple, leaning against a tree at the far end of the appeared to be dry humping. A man bent to look up the back of a woman's mini as she arranged things on the plank picnic table. I glanced back over my shoulder. Mr. George crossed the room. He stopped close behind me. I felt his hand on my ass.
"Are you going to fuck me standing up?'!
"Standing up?"
"Uh-huh. Like you did Lois Michaels. And the others . . . I don't know their names. I saw you do four that way."
"Spying on me, huh?" He traced the seam where the hot pants were sunk deep in the hot crack of my ass. He hefted the underside of one melon. His stiffening cock dug in.
"Is it better that way? Standing up?" I asked softly.
He kissed the back of my neck, my ear. His hand slipped around to my belly. "It is when they're small," he whispered, fingers creeping down toward my sex. "Like you. You're just the right size for it. I'll be able to lift you by the cheeks of the ass . . . and set your sweet cunt on my spike. Want it that way?"
"Um!" I pressed back into the rod probing the hot pants. I reached for his free hand and guided it to my left tittie.
"You don't waste time, little girl"
"Kathie."
"I like 'little girl' better. It's sexier." His fingers undid the buttons up the front of the blouse, crept inside. He toyed with my nipples. His other hand cupped my crotch . . . rubbed my pussy. The hardening thing in his pants moved up and down the crack of my ass.
We stood at the window for a few minutes, watching the couples pair off in the yard, Mr. George leisurely exploring my body. It was sort of peaceful. But I felt the big dick growing against my behind, knew it would soon be inside me, in my most secret place, and felt a momentary pang of regret. I had waited so long for Daddy and it now seemed he was beyond reach. I didn't think he'd ever touch me again. It was the guilt thing, I knew. Now, when he looked at me, he remembered the look on Mummy's face the day she and Torn walked in on us, and blamed me for the split.
I felt Mr. George's thick fingers fumbling with the zipper at my hip. He hesitated, groping for the brass tong. The zipper opened with a faint hiss. He undid the two buttons. The hot pants slipped from my waist down my thighs, slithered down my calves to my ankles.
"Put your hand back here, little girl."
"Why?"
"Reach back and see."
I reached behind, gasped. He had taken his hard dick out. My cool fingers traced the length. I leaned back, head on his chest, breath stuck in my throat. Could it be, I wondered. Had I actually found one thicker, longer, more wonderful than Daddy's?
Mr. George slipped his hand into the waistband of my panties. His fingertips met the soft curls atop my sex. I closed my eyes. My hand closed tight around his hot cock.
"Is it big enough for you, little girl?"
I squeezed in reply, pressed back--driving the head and the panties deep into the valley between my trembling buttocks. It was a magnificent thing. I wanted it in me . . . three places, filling all holes at once. I sobbed as the fingers low on my belly moved through the black wedge of my pussy, found the tight slit, and spread the tender lips of my cunt.
Now Mr. George gasped. "It's like an oven down there," he said against my ear. "You've got one hot little pussy, little" girl. Hot and-" he drove a thick finger between the puffed outer lips--"tight! Sweet dickheads! If there's one around here tighter than yours, I haven't found it yet." He drove his finger in and out of my vulva, in a slow but insistent fuck motion.
Finally, after getting me good and wet and ready down there, so hot I thought the top of my head would fry my hair as crisp as Chinese noodles, Mr. George took his finger from my cunt and steered me, by the shoulders, across the den to the low, black leather divan. He sat on the edge and made me stand motionless between his widespread knees. Slowly he took off my panties, kissing my bush, my inner thighs, as they went down. He rubbed his face in my wedge, licked the soft lips of my cunt, making me shiver. He darted his tongue against my little pink soldier. He covered my hole with his mouth and breathed warm wet air into me. He fingered, he smelled me. He turned me around, spread my buttocks, tongued my anus, turned me back. He licked my pussy in earnest.
I was all goose bumpy and couldn't stand any more. Frantically I reached for the meat cylinder in his lap. "Stick it up in me," I told him. "The way you did Lois Michaels, the others. Do me now." I yanked on his cock, made him stand, and groped for the buckle and button holding his trousers.
When I had gotten his pants and shorts off, both of us naked, I reached to wrap my small arms around his broad shoulders. I stood on tiptoe and still the top of my head barely grazed his chin. I closed my thighs on his hot cock. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Standing up! Lift my cheeks, like you said, and . . . and . . . "
I felt his huge hands grip the tender halves of my ass. "It . . . it'll hurt some at first," he warned in a deep, rumbling voice. "Always does. I had one chick, not much taller than you, almost as tight, who screamed and cried like a baby and made me stop before it was halfway home. This prick of mine . . . it's a freak! Almost a foot long! And once I get going, once I'm in, once I feel a wet cunt snapping on the damn thing.. . well, I lose all control."
"Me too. I go crazy once-it's in. Stick it in."
The hands on my buttocks moved lower, cupped. I panted. I raised one knee in anticipation. I hoisted myself by the arms on his shoulders. His cock head grazed my open hole. I yelped as if scalded. I worked the lips of my cunt as he lifted and the enormous glans buried itself in my triangle.
"Now move your legs to my waist," said Mr. George.
I did. I locked my ankles high on his waist as Lois Michaels had done. I felt weightless. His powerful hands held me suspended, as if I were a rag doll. But his cock hadn't moved. I glanced down and could see it like a round steel beam separating our bodies. "Stick it up me!" I wailed.
"Okay, little girl. But I warned you." Mr. George thrust.
My mouth dropped open. I blubbered. Spittle ran down my chin. I was being shafted by the flagpole on the library across from Mr. Levine's class at school. He was right. It was too big! I was certain the terrible thing wouldn't fit and would rip from asshole to twat before it penetrated another inch.
It was no use. Mr. George was beyond hearing my entreaties. Gripping the tender halves of my backside in hot steel claws, he walked us to the wall and pressed me back as he had pressed Lois Michaels against the side of the house. He grunted. He strained while I yelled. He thrust again and again while I pleaded with him to stop. And someone out in the yard, as if it were prearanged, turned a radio up loud, drowning my cries with Blood. Sweat and Tears.
"So fucking tight!" Mr. George leaned his sweaty head on my small shoulder. He humped, using the wall to push me onto the meat stake. One finger dug hard up my ass.
Please! No . . . no mooooooooore!"
It did me absolutely no good. His stiff cock ripped me, half an inch at a time, retreating, plowing, retreating and plowing again. Now his dickhead was lodged at the tight inner gate, butting the vulnerable mouth of my new upper channel. Burning. Driving upward into my belly without mercy. Planting more and more cock while I wailed and and tried to escape.
I dropped my legs from his waist and yelled, NOOOOOOOOO! Then I put my legs back because It was even worse with them down. What had I done? My poor twat. "MY POOR TWAAAAAAAAT!"
Then suddenly something happened inside me . . . something gave. Again my mouth dropped open. Wide-eyed, I looked down. The space between our lower bodies was gone. There was nothing except my sweet little black wedge and a tangled mass of kinky cock hair where his joint used to be.
I gasped, incredulous. The entire monster was in me. A foot? Hadn't he said it was almost a foot long? God! I could feel it pulse. The head, like a Spalding pink ball, was imbedded at the uppermost part of my vagina . . . inches beyond --Six? Eight?--where the stretched trampoline used to be. It was impossible, but true. My adorable little twat, so outraged, so terrified a moment before, now was wonderfully, happily engorged.
"Dickheads, that's good," proclaimed Mr. George, He bit into the side of my neck, pushed me back hard against the den wall, and ground cock hair into my gaping vulva.
"Do it!" I cried. "Hard! Real hard!" My hips moved convulsively. I raised my legs higher on his thick waist. I wanted him to thrust. Now that the awesome thing was buried deep in my pussy, fat balls resting on my down-tilted ass, I felt silly about having blubbered a moment before. I contracted my soft inner cunt muscles to tell him so.
"Tight! So fucking t-i-g-h-t!" With his stinkfinger, Mr. George reamed my asshole. He backed off half a foot, plowed. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Little girl . . . so fuckin' . . . ohhh! Sweet! Hot snug little girl pussy."
"Fuck it! Harder!" I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and rested my spinning head on his warm shoulder. I felt his magnificent dick slide out until only the head was wedged between my wet cunt lips . . . hesitate . . . then ride swiftly back into my upper belly. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ! "
"You ain't felt nothin' yet. Now we fuck!"
His hot lips sought mine. I opened my mouth to his tongue. The claws on my ass lifted until my pussy lay pressed to his belly button and two-thirds of his prick was poised below the glans m my love hole. He let me drop-rammmg up as I slid down the pole.
I gurgled into his mouth. Gasping, Technicolor pinwheels spinning inside my head, ears ringing, I dug my finger nails deep into the flesh of his back. I sobbed and moaned and twisted and squirmed as his rigid meat blazed even higher than before.
Mr. George broke the kiss. "Sweet Jesus dickheads. I . . . I'm coming already." Oh, yes. It . . . it's too tight. I . . . I can't hold off."
"Don t hold off. Please. Shoot up me" I worked the lips of my cunt, my bloated vagina, my belly, on the joint stoking faster and faster . . . In, out, In.
"Little gir . . . "
"Ohhh WWWWWWWWW!"
"Lit-tle girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrll"
It was spectacular. His cock blasted off with the force of a cannon shooting a hot miniball into my gash. He backed off and rammed the roots up my pussy, blasting again. Crushing me back against the wall, he ground the terrible thing higher and spurted semen until it dripped out and down from my twat to form a puddle of gooey love at his feet on the floor.
"Best fuck ever," gasped Mr. George.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, caught in the throes of endless orgasm. I kissed him again. I worked my feathery cunt muscles. I unwound one arm from his neck, reached down, and rubbed the wiry cock hair mashed to my round belly.
We fucked slowly for awhile. Then, gripping the halves of my ass as if he were palming two basketballs, Mr. George duck-walked us back to the divan. His dick had begun to lose some of its fullness, and, as he sat, me in his lap, still wrapped like a monkey around him, the long snake slipped from my wet twat and layover my thigh.
"Oh, no! It . . . it's going limp!" I wrapped my small hand around it, and jerked. I guided the tip to my pussy, rubbed it around in the hair, in my slit, on my soldier. I hefted and kneaded his cubes--all to no avail. His magnificent dick became a forlorn, rubbery blackjack, and lay, him. grinning, still squeezing my backside, draped over my thigh.
"Boy! Lookit the dumb thing!" I pouted cutely.
"Give it a minute. It'll grow." Mr. George unwound my legs from his waist, set my ass on the cold leather, and lay back His body glistened with sweat. Salty rivulets streamed through his chest hair to his belly, his cock He propped his head on one hand, watched me toy with his meat.
"Want something?"
"Wish I had a cigarette. Nothing like something to draw on after a fuck"
I giggled. I stretched his limp cock "You can draw on me," I cooed, cupping and offering one breast. "A filter tip. Want some?"
"You always this hot?"
"You always this short winded?" I countered.
He grunted, reached for my tit, and rolled the hard little pink peak between thumb and forefinger. "C'mon up here, little girl. Lemme suck on that grape for a while. My dick's temperamental. Give it some inspiration and it'll stand up and bark for you."
I fell with my tit in his face. While he sucked, I jerked. We petted. We kissed He fingered my asshole. I fingered his. His cock grew . . . but not fast enough to suit me. "Darn!" I blurted after several minutes of fucking around. "Can't you make it come up any faster than that?"
"That's what little girls're for."
I glanced down his body. Now his dick was half hard, trying to stand but bent in the middle like a fire hose with low water pressure. My lips felt dry. My throat filled with saliva. I had a sudden, tongue-tingling urge, almost a mania, to suck the pink Spalding head into my mouth.
Mr. George must have recognized the hotsy look in my eye. He grunted. Taking his joint from my hand, he shook it, and said, "Okay. Go down and suck if you want to But don't fucking bite! The last blowjob I had . . . the little cocksucker across the street-"
"D-Debbie Simon?" I squeaked.
"That's the one. The one with the button tits, sweet ass . . . maybe three hairs on her pussy. Sharp teeth. Sucked me off twice. Goddam near severed my prick the last time."
Wow! I thought. Fucking Debbie Simon sure got around! I was beginning to wonder about her. First she'd screwed Daddy without telling me, and now.
"She came over one day about a year ago," said Mr. George. "Blue jeans stuck up her ass . . . halter. Didn't think much of it at first. Too young! I thought. A cute nosy kid . . . nothing to do . . . maybe flirting a little or just trying to be neighborly. What a joke that was! Dickheads is what she had inside that cure head! But I never suspected, never thought. I said hello and let her hand me the tools while I changed the plugs in the car. I hardly saw her . . . never even looked at her that way 'til I came out from under the hood and there she was-tiny feet off the ground, bent over the fender, tight crack and cheeks tooted up and grinning at me." He closed his eyes, pushed my head down his hard sweaty body.
Wrapping both small hands around the hairy base of his cock, I hastily mouthed the half hard head. He jumped. I let my lips slip off . . . tonguing the tiny aperture. The entire thing was coated with cum and juice from my love hole. I washed it in sections, beginning at the tip, working down one veiny side, across the roots, and up the other side, to the head. Close up, even half hard, it was more ferocious than Daddy's cock with a stiff hard-on.
"I kept telling myself she's too young, too small," Mr. George went on. "But she just lay there on the damn fender . . . tiny legs parted . . . flexing that ass up at me. "What's this for?' she asked, pointing to the damn carburetor. I came up behind her, leaned with her under the hood, and actually tried to explain while she giggled and shifted her butt right up to my cock. "What's this for? What's that?' she kept asking-me getting stiff. Dickhead! By the time she'd asked about everything under the hood, her legs were wide apart . . . wide fucking open! Hot fucking crotch and sweet crack pressing hard on my dick! Fucking smiling! By then we both knew what the cute little cocksucker was after!" Wrapping one huge hand around the head of his cock, he began to whack himself off-each downward stroke stopping short of my hands.
"Did you fuck her?" I breathed wetly on his nuts. "That . . . that's good what you're doing. Keep it up. My cock's getting hard again."
I tried to draw his hairy balls into my mouth. They were too big. Mouth wide, I held my wet lips against them and batted my tongue on the sensitive, pink and wrinkled and sweaty underside.
"Dickheads!" Mr. George raised his knees and planted his feet wide apart on the divan. "Sweet cocksucking little girl!" he blurted, whacking off still. "That's great! Top shelf! Keep it up! Wash my stinking fucking asshole out, too!"
"But did you fuck Debbie?" I persisted, darting my little pink tongue at his anus and moving my hands along with his up and down, up and down, up and down the length of his cock. Now there remained only a hint of slack in the loose outer skin and the shaft was beginning to throb, and I knew-could see it, feel it-the incredible thing would soon be standing full tilt, and ready to stroke itself to another hot blast.
"Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! That's what I wanted to do!" groaned Mr. George. "That little ass . . . hairless pussy. I never screwed a hairless pussy before. But when I got her to the garage . . . got my hand in her jeans and one finger high in her twat . . . dickheads! She begged me. She pleaded. 'Let me suck it,' she said. 'I'll do a good job. You won't be sorry.' I said okay so she'd let me undress 'er. I kissed that pink hairless pussy.. . tight little white ass. She took out my prick. She jerked it awhile, then let it ride-the shaft parting 'er pussy-between those slim thighs. She even let me put the tip in 'er cunt. But when I grabbed that plump ass, baby ass, she fucking stopped me. "You promised," she hollered. "You promised! You promised!' So I let 'er go down on me . . . on 'er knees . . . in the filthy garage. She gobbled it right down . . . my dick . . . all of it . . . the whole fucking thing stuck in 'er babydoll face. Mother!" He withdrew the hand on his cock, gripped my hair. "All the mother fucking way in 'er head!" he yelled, steering my mouth to the glans and humping the lengthy monster into my face.
Holding his nuts in the hot palm of my hand, I drew the tip deep . . . to the dangling bell of my tonsils. Momentarily my throat muscles contracted. I gagged. I felt as if I were going to puke. But I held tight to his cubes, closed my eyes, and moved my head to and fro-stretching my mouth, getting used to it.
"That's a good little girl," sighed Mr. George. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Dickheads, that's a sweet little blowjob."
Now the shaft was good and wet with my saliva. It slid smoothly in and out. I withdrew to the glans and paused to sample the flavor. Every cock, it seemed, had its own distinct taste. I shot my face down the pole, sniffed. The smell was the same; sweat, asshole, and talc. I rubbed my nose in his cock hair and worked my reluctant throat muscles on the fat pulsing glans.
"Oh, yeah. She was a good little blowjob at fist", said Mr. George, again speaking of Debbie. Like you. Like . . . oh, yeah. Yeah! She sucked It all the way in. She drew on the head. Mother! Mother, that's good now Suck it. Suck!"
I sucked. I scrambled between his spread legs and lay flat on my belly and pulled the magnificent thing into the mouth of my gullet. With my stink-finger, I shafted his asshole while he shafted my face. I kneaded his balls. I beat my small tongue on the ridged underside of his cock. And I made loud sucking noises as he gripped my head in both hands, lifted his hips, and fucked my mouth as if it were a tight pussy.
Between groans and panting, Mr. George continued to talk about Debbie. How she'd sucked him off swell the first time, then, when she came back for .more, how she'd bitten the head of his dick while he was coming. She'd left teeth marks, he said. "Crazy little cocksucker clamped down and wouldn't let go. Put me out . . . ahhh! Put me out of commission a week Couldn't fuck . . . couldn't . . . dickheads! Ah! AHHHHHHHHH! I . . . I . . . I'm commiiiiiiiing again."
Boy! I thought as the sap shot off in my mouth. Was he ever coming! Wow!
"Suck, little girl. Mother fucking dickheads m heaven . . . suck the last drop!"
Geysers of creamy semen blasted off in my face. I gulped It down . . . pulling for more. It was the most marvelous cum . . . a bit more salty than Daddy's, a bit less so than Tom's and by far more delicious, more creamy, more appealing than Popsy's. I sucked and sucked. I squeezed the roots, his cubes. I gurgled and blew on the head from deep in my throat.
Mr. George" became so excited, so fucking hot, thrashed about so wildly on the black leather divan that his rod popped from my face and the last of his orgasm spurted off my chin.
"Darn!" I squawked. Recapturing the elusive poker, I again stuck the tip in my mouth and drew deeply on the aperture. Another drop seeped out. I rolled it around on my tongue. The cum on my chin, like thick egg white, hung there for a moment, then dripped down and onto his nuts lying on the black leather I hastily retrieved it with a finger, abandoned his cock, and licked the last of his love proclamation up with my tongue.
"That . . . that wasn't half bad," conceded Mr. George.
"Well, thanks!" I yanked on his joint.
"Fresh little cocksucker, ain't you? Come up here."
I allowed him to pull me up his hard, hairy body. Taking firm hold of the halves of my ass, he kissed my wet lips. This time his dick hadn't gone down. It stood between my spread thighs, swaying some, gently butting my twat.
We kissed and sucked each other's tongue. We petted--enjoying the aftermath of orgasm. I closed my legs tight on his meat, rolling the fiery shaft between the flesh of my soft inner thighs. I was still hot . . . unsatisfied and ready to go again. There was another hole to be tested . . . a tight velvet brown one. And I was determined to have Mr. George ream it out with the formidable thing that had warmed my round little belly first from below, then above.
Tearing my lips away, I whispered, "Fuck my ass."
Mr. George groaned. His long dick grew extra rigid between my closed thighs. "You're some fucking little girl," he said, spreading the cheeks of my ass with rough fingers. "First the best fuck in years, then a blowjob . . . how'd you know I like asshole?"
"Do you?" I pulled my knees up to his waist.
"Better believe it!"
"Fuck it out then," I told him.
"Christ!"
"Fuck it! Put your hard cock up there." Reaching back, I placed the fat glans to the target.
"Ahhh ! " Mr. George's hips bucked.
"Hurry! Hurt me like you did before when we fucked. Do it hard as you can."
"Hard?"
"Yes! Fuck it into me!"
Taking firm hold of my hips, Mr. George lunged
"OW! H-harder!"
Again he lunged . . . driving the head up to the collar into my rectum. There he paused for a moment, drinking deep draughts of breath. Shimmying his hips, he moved back until he was half sitting at the upright curve at the head of the long divan. "Hold tight, little girl," he breathed hoarsely, and shafted the monster halfway up my down turned ass.
I cried out. Again, as when he fucked me against the den wall, I was certain I was being torn apart down there I wiggled. I strained. But the steely thing would go no farther, it seemed
"Dickheads! Your cunt was a tunnel compared to this hot little slit. It . . . it won't go!"
I sobbed and tried to draw the torpedo-shaped head from within. Another fraction plowed home. I felt it throbbing, growing even larger inside me. Frantically I worked my sphincter muscles. I slid up and tried with all my might to grind my snug asshole down the length of his shaft. "Do something," I wailed.
"Wait a minute." With my asshole halfway impaled, Mr. George threw his long legs over the side of the divan. Holding me in his lap, he turned and set me down on my back on the cool leather. "Keep your knees up," he told me. "Far as you can . . . and open as if you were sitting down taking a shit."
Unable to think of anything except getting his hot cock up my shitter, I did like he said. It began to grind in . . . roughly.. . . tearing my tender insides, it seemed. I lay helpless, unable to move in the awkward, bent-double position, a gasp stuck in my tortured lungs.
"That's it, sweetheart. It . . . it's going."
"Ow! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
"Just . . . another . . . few inches. Almost . . . got the whole . . . thing in. Open up, hot little girl. Make . . . that sweet asshole work. Pull! Pull it in while I hump."
Despite the awkward position, the .pain in my back from being bent like a pretzel, I wiggled and drew the last rigid inches of awesome man meat high inside my rectum. "Oh, yes," I moaned softly, ecstatic, feeling only the tightness, the loveliness now. I let my knees drop and planted my feet wide apart on either side of his thighs. "Now it's wonderful. Now fuck me real slow . . . 'til you're ready to come . . . then do me hard like before."
Mr. George pulled back and gently drove the full length of his dick up my ass. Again. And again. Resting his weight on my belly, he reached down between our sweaty, tense bodies and cupped my bush. His fingers found the wet slit. He opened the lips. He probed.
"I love that," I told him.
"That's because you're some hot little piece, little girl. Hotter than hell, you are."
"Finger-fuck me. Play with my clit."
His fingers dove high in my love hole, making me gasp. Taking my soldier between thumb and forefinger, he jerked me off while slowly plowing my rectum. His mouth came down on my breasts . . . tonguing the peaks. He nibbled the nipples, sucked. His free hand cupped one cheek of my ass . . . squeezed the tender white flesh while his prick-now harder, fatter, it seemed, than Daddy's, Tom's, and Popsy's, Mr. Levine's and Vic's all rolled together--dipped in and out of my asshole with smooth, even strokes. His cock made a faint squishing noise each time he thrust. And my asshole, my hot little brown pocket, quivered and tightened, opened and closed and sucked--almost as if there was another Kitty-Kat-Kathie in there . . . the old one, the novice who'd sucked Daddy's joint at the lake--coaxing another orgasm, another delicious load of wiggly cum-worms, up from the sacs slapping my wriggling behind.
We fucked real slow . . . making it last a long time. I thought about Daddy-about all the things we'd done, wondering, for the very first time, if perhaps he was right in not wanting to perform the ultimate, the cock to pussy sexual act with me. Was it wrong for him to screw me . . . even though we both wanted it to happen? And Mummy! Was it okay for her to fuck Tom, and yet be indignant, outraged, because me and Daddy were doing the same thing?
No! Not even the same thing! I thought angrily. Even now, when it was out in the open, when Mummy knew and had run off for the second time, Daddy simply refused to stick his cock in my pussy. I couldn't understand the older generation. Like I couldn't understand Daddy sitting forlorn and alone on the sofa at home, while Mr. George did me, fucked every hole in my body, on the black leather divan, while Mummy and Tom were off somewhere, probably fucking, while Debbie, I had no doubt, was sucking off Popsy, and right there, in the noisy backyard, half the men in the neighborhood were sucking around after someone else's wife's ass.
Everybody was doin' it! Doin' it! Doin' it! I thought. And poor Daddy . . . all alone with his guilt and his hard-on . . . when at that very moment he might have been fucking me.
"Jesus dick heads! That's a little girl asshole to beat all fuckin' assholes!" Mr. George began driving his cock in rapid half strokes up my rectum. His eyes were sexually glazed. He sort of winced each time the roots and his nuts smacked my buttocks.
Again I forgot about Daddy. I slid farther down on the divan and wrapped my firm little legs around the back of his thighs. "Now do it hard," I said, lifting my hips. "Long strokes. All the way out and in. Don't hold back. Do whatever you want to me."
Mr. George complied. He began fucking my rectum the way he'd fucked out my twat. His hot cock bored all the way into me. He gripped the halves of my ass in the same steel claws that had gripped and held and frightened me when he first drove the formidable thing into my pussy.
"More!" I demanded.
"Little girl . . . "
"Call me . . . oh! OHHH!" I was coming. I wrapped my small arms around his broad shoulders and wiggled my tight little shitter for all I was worth. "Call me Katty" I told him. "That's what Da . . . OWWWWWW! That's what I like to be called when someone's coming in me."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was morning. Sunlight glared through my bedroom window, reflecting pearls of colored light off the dresser mirror opposite the foot of the bed. I yawned, stretched, and winced. My pussy and asshole, even my mouth, ached. I licked my lips and tasted the sour residue of Mr. George's cum.
"Eck!" I grimaced. I'd been fucking and sucking far too much lately, I decided.
Naked, the damp sheet molding my body, I lay quiet and listened. The shower was running. Daddy, I knew, was getting ready for work. The night before, when I returned home from Mr. George's place, he'd been sitting on the sofa, exactly where I left him, and hardly noticed me walk by. Now he was showering, perhaps shaving . . . both good signs.
I dozed. When I awoke again the house was quiet. Had Daddy again gone to work without even saying good-bye, I wondered. Boy! He'd never done that before Mummy ran off with Tom!
I hopped out of bed and padded naked into the living room, went from there to the master bedroom, then to the kitchen. There was a note on the table. I scowled. Fucking Daddy! I thought. Lately, whenever he didn't want to talk to me, the little square of paper would be propped against the darn sugar bowl in the center of the table. I opened the note and read:
Kitty-Kat, I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you, lately and particularly about last night. Forgive me. I'll make it up to you. Promise. Look in the sugar bowl.
Love and kisses, Daddy
Heart racing, I lifted the lid off the sugar bowl. There was another note inside. With trembling fingers, I opened it and read: BUY YOURSELF SOMETHING SPECIAL . . . MORE KISSES . . . DADDY. And inside the note, folded like a small Halloween trick or treat, was a fifty dollar bill.
Tears sprang to my eyes. Could it be, I wondered. Was he, after all this time, as he'd done the first time Mummy ran off with Tom, the time at the lake, preparing to bring his magnificent, swollen cock to me? The thought made me dizzy. I threw my arms wide, yelled and spun and danced about like a nitwit.
Abruptly I stopped. What would I buy, I wondered. A new dress? Something sleazy? Perhaps one of those kinky knit things Mummy always wore? No! I decided-I mustn't do anything to remind him of Mummy. A negligee!
Something soft and black and see-through . . . something to make him see and think only of me.
I raced to the bathroom and showered and brushed the grubby taste of Mr. George from my mouth. I flew to my room and dressed. I glided on winged feet from the house and waltzed happily down the street to the Simon place.
Debbie and Popsy were at it again. They were wrapped around each other, in Popsy's big bed, where, since the day we three christened the room, they'd been doing their thing. They were too absorbed to hear me come in or see me standing there. I leaned back against the doorjamb to listen and watch.
"Fuck!" said Popsy. "Sweet little cunt of yours smells like old tuna this morning."
"Shush up!" Debbie, her cute little ass in his face, six 'n 'nine as usual, took hold of Popsy's stiff, stubby cock, and mouthed the head. She moved her hips back to give him a better look at her gash.
"Ain't been washed," observed Popsy. "Spunky little sucker, you. After last night . . . fuck! No wonder you smell like a herring."
Debbie abandoned his log. "Thought you said tuna?"
"Fishy!"
"I'll go douche."
Popsy grabbed her ankle as she started off the bed. Debbie giggled and twisted. They wrestled. Popsy pinned her.
"Wanna fuck me again today?" asked Debbie. In reply, Popsy moved down and coaxed her legs apart with his bony knees. Again Debbie giggled. Again they became all arms and legs and abandon.
Astonished, I watched. How had she managed it, I wondered. Popsy, I knew, was dead set against straight fucking his daughter-was all tied up in Daddy's hang ups about incest. Yet there they were! Doing the thing; Popsy's pink doughy ass humping away, his log stoking Deb's twat as if they'd fucked hundreds of times before. I was amassing an uncanny respect for Debbie's seductive ability. She was full of hotsy surprises; first Daddy, then Mr. George--Mr. Levine, too, I wondered-and now . . .
"Fuck, that's some good pussy!" shouted Popsy. "Sweet little mother dick snapper, you. Never thought I'd be pokin' ya there. Never thought! Never thought!" He covered one button tit with his open wet mouth and humped.
"Don't . . . wow! Go so fast," breathed Debbie. "Fuck!"
"You'll . . . holy cow! You'll come too soon, hey. Like last night. "Member? Slow down some."
Popsy's hips churned less furiously. They lay with their feet toward the door and I could see every stroke, every ripple along the inside of Debbie's young thighs. She had grown a complete mat down on her pert little pussy, short and curly blue-black hairs, an adorable wedge. Now it glistened with sweat. And her bright pink gash spewed juice on the sheet each time Popsy backed off to thrust.
Despite the soreness, my cunt began to tingle.
I had to restrain myself from reaching for the hem of the mini. But today, tonight in particular, was going to be special, I reminded myself . . . recalling the sweet words, the promise Daddy had left me. I still couldn't believe he actually meant to fuck me, couldn't believe he had overcome the incest thing which Popsy apparently had come to grips with. But whatever he wanted, whatever the promise entailed, was okay by me. Just so it was Daddy. Just so I could again hold his long, veiny cock, kiss it, suck it, drink the cum from his nuts, and know that he loved me.
A bit envious, jealous and happy for Debbie at the same time, I watched her wiggle and buck her slim hips beneath Popsy. He grunted. She cooed and sighed. They fucked slowly, lazily . . . as if nothing in the world mattered except reaching orgasm. I moved into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. For although today was special, mine and Daddy's day, it was a long time 'til nightfall.
Popsy paused, little uncircumcised cock suck deep in Debbie, to blink at em. "Fuck! There she is. Pretty cocksucker, you."
Debbie's bright eyes smiled up at me.
"Boy!" I said. "Thought you two were strictly oral genital. When did all this happen?"
"Last night," explained Debbie. " 'Course we still dig sucking and like that, but last night Popsy was telling me about how him and the old lady used to screw. Wow! You should've been here, Kat. He got so fucking hotsy about it he slipped it to me before either of us knew what was happening. 'Course I helped some. I wouldn't let 'im stop talking 'til it was too late. And once he had me shafted . . . wow! He liked it so much, my tight pussy, I mean, the National Guard couldn't have stopped us if they'd barged in-tanks and all!" She reached down to fondle the roots of the cock in her belly. "Right, Pops?"
Grinning like a fool, Popsy blurted, "Fuck, yeah!"
I thought it was darling. Debbie and Popsy were the perfect example of why Daddy's weird Incest hang ups were so utterly foolish. I told them so. "And don't stop on account of me" I said, pushing down on Popsy's ass to get him started again.
They resumed the slow, delicious rhythmic fuck motion. I moved to the foot of the bed where I could see everything. I watched Popsy's wet dick slip snugly in and out of the tiny slit below Deb's new fur coat. I watched their assholes wink . . . as if sharing a joke with me. I watched Popsy's cute hairless balls slap the smooth cheeks of his daughter's round ass . . . retreat, slap, retreat.
Unable to resist any, longer, I moved my hand up the inside of Popsy's leg and cupped his pink cubes. He squealed.
"Don't stop," I repeated, enjoying the feel of my fingers brushing Debbie's hot crack with each poke. I kicked off my heels and, lying down on my belly between their widespread legs, brought my face to within inches of the action. It was a kinky idea. We had never before done it that way--sucking and fucking together. So I waited until Popsy pulled back for a lunge, then darted my tongue across the underside of the roots of his cock.
Popsy shivered. "Suck it sweet fuck down there," he whispered weakly.
Debbie raised her knees high. "Do me, too, Kat. Lick the bottom part of my pussy."
I tried to oblige, but her cunt was too low and I couldn't get my face under the space between Popsy's shaft and the sheet. I studied the situation for a moment. Suddenly I remembered how Tom had used the pillow to elevate my behind. "Hold it," I told them, doing as Tom had done -propping Debbie's round, tender ass, like a split melon, on a pillow from the head of the bed.
"Wow!" breathed Debbie, holding fast to Popsy so he wouldn't slip out. "That's the greatest! Now I can feel his prick all the way up in my belly button."
"And now I can do you," I said.
Popsy, who now was kneeling motionless legs wide apart to give me room to work-between Debbie's spread thighs, reached back to guide my head under the leg bridge: He pushed my face against Debbie's rear split. My hair tickled his cubes, his buttocks. He squirmed about above me while I teasingly tongue both of them."
Debbie, too, soon began to squirm. "Fuck out my cunt" she told Popsy. "Katty . . . Oh! Yummy! Do me, Popsy. Ow! OW.
Panting loudly, Popsy began to hump: I licked the base of his pistoning shaft, Debbie's asshole and lower cunt, as they screwed. The smell was fantastic; cock, pussy and asshole, filling my sinuses. But Popsy was sure right about Debbie, I thought. She smelled like herring for sure, and as her twat became sloppier, stretched and sopping, spewing its love juice all over the place, I began to have doubts about my face being down there.
Popsy took care of that. Making noises like a rutting boar, apparently nearing a nut, he closed his legs on my neck. I was trapped. "Fuck off!" I bellowed.
It did me absolutely no good. I might as well have been talking to myself. For now Popsy and Debbie were lost in the red haze of lust . . . . Debbie whining her sweet little love noises . . . churning her bottom as if her hips were being driven by a high-speed reducing machine . . . Popsy grunting and squealing his semi-coherent dirty words.
I made the best of it. Actually, it wasn't that bad. Sloppy, yes, but kind of kinky and cool. I drove my middle finger up Debbie's behind, closed my fist on Popsy's pink balls, and continued to lick.
"Fuck-a-suck-coming!" roared Popsy, planting the last inch of his stub in Debbie's bush and squeezing my head unmercifully between his tense legs.
"WOWWWWWWW!" cried Debbie.
Ooodles and oodles of cum blasted off in my face. It spurted from Popsy's pink cock buried deep inside Debbie's gash and poured out like a stuffed drain being plunged. It covered my chin, dripped down. It soaked the sheets. It got caught in the sparse hair of Popsy's cubes, formed tiny cum droplettes, and hung there until I licked the last one away.
After Popsy had spurted the last blast, his legs grew slack, and I hastily scrambled out from beneath what had seemed like a waterfall of spunk. I used the edge of the sheet to wipe my face. I glared at them. I sniffled. I huffed. "I liked it better when you two were just sucking," I finally hollered.
When Popsy had left for work, patting both our behinds before dashing out of the house, I let Debbie read Daddy's notes and we sat for over an hour discussing the possibilities. By then, it was too late for school. We decided to cut classes that day. For aside from not wanting to deal with Mr. Hotsy Levine, Vic, and all the other boys who now knew I put out, there was extra-special shopping to do.
We went to a matinee movie, prolonging the delicious anticipation of buying my negligee. It was mid afternoon by the time we came out. We spent the rest of the day going from store to store . . . trying on something here, window browsing there. Until finally, as if it had been placed there especially for me, a mannequin wearing a gauzy black cloud appeared.
"There it is," I whispered, hands pressed to the plate glass window. "Daddy'll flip, go absolutely crazy when he sees me in that."
We rushed into the store, made the purchase, and stepped out into the first hint of dusk. I was lightheaded. For I knew, although I still couldn't actually believe it, that Daddy, wonderful Daddy, with his long insatiable cock, was going to abandon the guilt, untie the knots in his head, completely forget I was his KittyKat-Kathie, and make wild, passionate, insane groovy love to me.
"It's simple," said Debbie as we waited for the bus. I had told her about Mr. George, about what he'd said about her, and about all the trouble I'd been having lately with Daddy. "Mr. George was like that, too," she continued. "He didn't want me to suck him off at first. "You're too fucking young!" he said. "Dickheads! A baby!" Ha! I told him a thing or two! What it was is he had the same kooky incest thing . . . like your daddy, I mean. They're all like that at first. Know what Mr. George said when I asked him to take it out?"
"Uh-uh."
Debbie giggled. "Well, there I was-all bent over the fender with my behind on his cock. And wow! Did he ever have a monster! It was halfway up my belly even with clothes on. Holy wow.. . did he ever want to fuck! But when I told him it was okay, that I wanted him to, he said, 'Shit! I'm old enough to be your father!' See?" She brushed a lock of hair from her brow. Wide-eyed, she grinned at me.
Fucking Debbie seemed to know everything! I thought. And all fucking grown-ups were dopey! I made a mental note for the book: ALL GROWN-UPS ARE DOPEY!
"How'd you make Popsy do you?" I asked, compiling ammunition to go with the negligee.
"Oh, that was easy," bragged Debbie. "I wouldn't suck him off . . . for two whole days! Then, last night, I got him all dopey with talk about screwing Mother. Wow! You should've heard! I never even knew they fucked. Mother was always telling me cover this, cover that! And all the time she was fucking Popsy in the bathtub, on the floor-all over the place. So when I got Popsy talking about it, with a two day hard-on and all, he forgot all about sucking. Honest, Katty-he was like a caveman. Brutal! Yummy! You should've seen. He half carried, half dragged me upstairs, threw me down on the floor, and in three seconds flat, if that long, had his cock out of his pants and under my skirt and into my twat. Wow!" Again she giggled. She thrust her hips . . . as if she and Popsy were doing it right there at the bus stop. "He was so kinky about it," she added, "he kept calling me Mother's name all the time we were screwing."
I saw the bus in the distance. Lovingly I clutched the box containing the black negligee. I was all fluttery inside. "Just think," I told Debbie. "If Daddy bangs me tonight, and if Mummy doesn't come home, and if nothing else happens to fuck it all up again, you and me and Popsy and Daddy-all four together-can take turns sleeping over and really have fun."
"Super wow!" agreed Debbie.
The last breath of daylight was waning when I said good night to Debbie, and, nipples erect with longing, cunt wet with anticipation, entered the house. Inside, too, it was near dark. I recalled the night I came home to find Daddy and Mummy sprawled on the bed in the master bedroom, and stood at the door watching them do their thing. My pulse quickened. For now just as on the night Mummy had her lovely face raped-the bedside lamp in Daddy's room, a faint, diffused glow, was the only sign of life in the quiet house.
I started for the master bedroom, stopped. I thought for a moment. The package containing the negligee seemed suddenly heavy. Abruptly I crossed the living room and tiptoed down the hall to my own room.
I undressed slowly, the headboard lamp at my back, pausing before the dresser mirror to admire my firm young body as each garment fell. I fondled my breasts. I looked over my shoulder to see myself in panties, then without, tightening my buttocks, watching them jiggle, standing with legs wide apart. Daddy adored my plump ass. Of course, he liked other things, too -my pert breasts, which had' grown half an inch since the day at the lake, and the sweet little triangle of kinky black curls atop and between my full, anxious white thighs. But my ass, the tender half moons of flesh even I adored, naked or clothed, held the power of making his dick rise faster and harder than anything I knew.
Shivering, I perfumed my body with cologne I'd snitched from Mummy because it was Daddy's favorite. I massaged it into my tits, over my lower belly, and, most especially, in the tight curls of my pussy. I rubbed some in the crack of my ass and almost giggled. It tickled . . . until a drop slid down to my shitter and made me jump around, trying not to yell.
"Just for you, Daddy," I whispered while unwrapping the package containing the black negligee. I held it up to the lamplight. It was perfect; see-through without the jacket like second piece, but tantalizingly "almost transparent" with the sleazy over piece on. I closed my eyes, held it to my cheek. I could imagine Daddy's reaction when, smelling like fresh-cut roses, I glided into his bedroom.
Moments later, I stood at the open door. Daddy appeared to be sleeping. He lay flat on the bed, long, powerful legs crossed at the ankle, forearm resting on his brow. I drew breath through my teeth. The lips of my pussy grew tight. I could see his magnificent cockhead -pink, already hard-at the leg band of the shorts.
"Daddy?"
He stirred, but his eyes remained closed. Was he dreaming of me, I wondered. Did he, at that very moment, inside his head, have that lovely hard cock in my belly? Dizzy, the pneumatic thing in my chest pumping a frenzied love chant, I moved to the foot of the bed. My cheeks burned. Goosebumps popped out on my flesh. Now I could see his nuts, pubic hair, and thought sure I was going to faint before he touched me.
Daddy coughed, uncrossed and recrossed his legs, and dropped the forearm from his brow. His eyes fluttered open. Uncertainly, as if trying to figure out who I was, he blinked. His gaze darted from the high closed neck of the negligee, to the points of my tits, to where the over piece hung open at the top of my thighs. Through the black gauze, he could see the blacker wedge of my pussy, I knew. And how he stared I He seemed to be eating me, tonguing my sopping wet love hole, frantically sucking my cunt, with his dark eyes.
"Like it?" Holding the over piece away from my body, as if I were a butterfly coming out of a silken cocoon, I spun around and around and stopped, within reach, at the side of the bed.
"It's . . . ahhh . . . it's . . . "
"Sexy?" I prompted, preening.
"Sexy!"
Ecstatic, I moved closer to the bed. "I bought it especially for you. See this?" I toyed with the ribbon holding the neck of the over piece closed. "All you do is pull this, and . . . "
Daddy growled. His huge hand closed on my wrist. Roughly he yanked me down across his hard body. His lips covered mine in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and his hand sought a way into the lower part of the negligee.
It was heavenly. I heard the new negligee rip, but didn't much care. I didn't much care about anything except the rough hand cupping my pussy . . . rubbing . . . fingers seeking my love hole. I made it easy by throwing one leg over his thighs . . . spreading wide . . . taking his anxious fingers into my cunt. I groped at the fly of the shorts, found his stiff cock. He gasped as my small fist closed tightly around it.
Finally Daddy broke the kiss. Staring deep into my smiling eyes, handsome face flushed, fingers motionless in my pussy, he said, "I've been crazy, Kitty-Kat. You, me, the things we've done-Christ! What . . . what's wrong with me, anyway?"
My heart leaped into my throat "Oh, Daddy . . . you're not starting that dopey incest stuff again, are you?"
"Incest? Incest? Take this fuckin' thing off!" Daddy tore at the black over piece, shredded it. Next he tore the panty-like bottom off. His strong hands gripped my buttocks, crushed my lower body to his. "I must be nuts!" he roared.
"A girl like you, everything a man could ask for, and all this time, me fucking you every which way, and too goddam hokey upstairs to take what I wanted. Well, daughter or not, no fucking more! Hear?" Pulling me higher on his muscular body, he kissed my nose, my eyes. The smooth head of his magnificent cock brushed lightly against the open lips of my cunt.
"Daddy. Oh, Daddy."
"Never mind all that okay, Daddy shit! Let's get the rest of this fuckin' thing off you-my shorts, too--and then tell me about it in the way you know best."
I kissed his lips, scrambled away, took the negligee top off over my head and tossed it atop the shreds at the foot of the bed. Momentarily, while Daddy came out of the shorts, I considered the expensive, gauzy ploy. Fucking dumb Daddy! I thought. For months he'd refused to fuck me, then he gives me the money to buy something "special," then he rips the freaking thing to frigging bits!
Boy! I didn't think I'd ever understand men . . . grown-ups, fathers in particular, with their hard-ons and hang ups and like that. They were making me crazy!
"Now get your sweet ass, your pussy, back here," ordered Daddy. He had rid himself of the shorts, and his prick, the long veiny thing I adored, stood up from the thick mat of cock hair like the Washington Monument.
Mouth thick with saliva, I fell with my face in his lap. I kissed his nuts, the hairy roots of his shaft . . . flattened my tongue at the base and licked up. I licked the tip, the aperture . . . drew the hot swollen glans into my mouth. I sucked the tip and watched his face become a tortured pleasure mask.
"Christ! Not that way, Katty. Not now I . . . I've been waiting for this all day.. . thinking about your pussy.. . about how tight it was that day on the sofa. About . . . Oh Jesus! About what you said about wanting me to flick you. About . . . Motherfucker! Stop! You.. . you'll make me come in your face, and tonight.. . ummm! Tonight I gotta shoot off in that sweet little cave between your thighs."
I let his hard cock pop out of my face. Teasingly, I said, "Will you buy me a new negligee?"
"Anything you want, Kitten."
Holding his dick in my hand, slowly jerking him off, I kissed his navel, his chest. "And will you let Debbie and Popsy stay over so we can swap . . . you, Debbie, me . . . "
"Joe Simon? That fat degenerate fucking my little girl? I'll kill 'im! I'll.. . "
"So the four of us can fuck?" I insisted, fiercely whacking his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"So you can fuck Debbie and I can flick Popsy, and the four of us can do one another in one bed?"
"Okay. Okay only stop! Let go before I shoot off . . . and get your cunt up here."
I threw myself on him. "Then fuck me."
"Katty. Baby. Sweetheart"
"Don't talk anymore. Stick your dick up my pussy. Fill me with cum."
Daddy groaned. Again he gripped the halves of my ass. "Katty . . . put it in for me," he choked.
I reached down, took hold of his jerking cock, and placed the throbbing glans at the mouth of my pussy. "Do it," I whispered. "Shove it up me. Quick. I can't wait anymore, either. I . . . oh, darn it. Hur-ree!"
Daddy raised his knees, spreading my legs even wider, opening the cheeks of my ass. I sobbed as the tip parted the lips of my vulva, paused as if breathing the rich female smell, then bored in a few inches.
"More. All of it, Daddy." I raised up on hands and knees, looked down to watch the magnificent thing going in. Two-thirds was outside my pussy, rock-hard, veins fat and blue and pulsing. I watched it pull back to the head. "I love you," I cried as the shaft started back into my gash. "I love you! I . . . OWWWWWWW!"
Daddy drove. his rigid cock deep inside my cunt. One hand came away from my ass, encircled one firm breast, and steered the hard little pink nipple to his wet mouth. He sucked as I struggled to get the last inches of meat, lovely hot dick, Daddy dick, up my belly. I felt his driving prick jump within me. He pulled back and drove . . . planting the glans almost as high as Mr. George had driven his telephone pole.
A finger slipped up my ass and wiggled against the thin tissue abutting the marvelous thing filling my twat. I worked my vagina, my belly. I mashed my little black wedge on the coarse hair grinding, creating a delicious friction, at the lips of my pussy.
"God, it's good," said Daddy. "Why the fuck did I wait so long? What a cunt! The hottest, tightest.. . "
Abruptly Daddy rolled me onto my back.
Now he raised up on his hands, as I had done, suspended himself above me. He watched as he stoked. Chest heaving, eyes glazed, he pulled back, stroked, pulled back . . . faster and faster . . . planting his dick to the roots with each thrust.. . huge hairy balls bouncing off the underside of my ass.
"Fuck harder, Daddy. It's wonderful. I love you soooo!" I raised my legs, locked my ankles high on his back. I sent my hips driving upward, tiny inner cunt muscles nipping the length of the barb sending white-lightning flashes zipping up my spine. I was nearing orgasm. I felt it building-tickling the end of my clit, and racing around like crazy inside my love hole.
Suddenly, apparently sensing the tension the, eagerness m my body, Daddy slowed down. He let his weight fall on me. Gripping my tiny waist m his powerful hands, he held me still and stopped thrusting.
"Nooo! Don't stop, Daddy, please. I . . . OWWW! I'm almost there. Keep fucking . . . make your dick move. PLEEZE!"
"Go easy, Kitten. You're so good . . . so fucking . . . ummm! So fucking fantastic down there I . . . ah, Christ! Give those strong little hips a rest. Let my dick soak. I don't want it to end. Too good. No pussy was ever this good."
"Do . . . do you really like fucking me, Daddy?"
"Sweet cunt in heaven! What a question! Does a cowboy like riding horses?"
"Better than having your cock sucked?"
"I'll . . . ahhhhhhhhhhh! I'll let you know later, baby. Right now . . . ummm! Honey what the fuck you got in there? I . . . . ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Butterflies! A million wings batting the head of my joint. It . . . Jesusmary! It's like hot velvet. Milk it, Katty. Keep that snug little pussy working."
I wrapped my arms tight around his wide shoulders, lifted my hips, and moved my pelvis, cunt, and ass around and. around, up and down, grinding with all my might on the meat dagger in my lower belly. I opened my mouth for his tongue, sucked as if It was another, smaller, less appealing cock--a pink cock like Popsy's cute peg-drilling into my face. Now I was glad I'd let Mr. George screw me. For he had stretched my channel, it seemed, and now Daddy's long, wonderful hard-on, harder than ever before, fit perfectly. It throbbed deep inside me . . . made the walls of my cunt swell and ache. And although it slipped in and out smoothly--because of the elasticity the sopping wetness, the juices flowing inside my pussy, I supposed-it fit as if it once was a part of me, and, like a tooth, had been extracted, leaving the burning emptiness it now filled.
Daddy's lips deserted mine, returned to my taut nipples and sucked and licked greedily. His hands returned to my bottom. Brutally, digging his strong fingers into my flesh, he gripped. As suddenly as before, without warning or a word, he switched tempo.
I gasped as he pulled back to the mouth if my cunt. I thought sure the head would slip out. But one beautiful lunge, one powerful thrust of Daddy's hips, planted the glans back at the end of my channel. I churned faster . . . hips doing a frantic, abandoned, intoxicating bump and grind. My arms and legs ached from clinging to him. But my pussy ached even more with the need to be filled with hot, sticky semen.
"Love me, Daddy," I sighed. "Fuck faster. Faster. Faster and harder. Hard as you can."
"Let's finish the other way, baby. Like we started. You on top." Daddy-waited for me to unwind my legs, then rolled, as before, placing my astraddle him one more.
"Oh, Daddy. It's so good. Don't ever.. . OHHH! Never ever stop doing me. Just keep fucking. Faster. Real fast now. Fast as you can . . . ow! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
With the force of a Mack truck crashing into a wall, Daddy slammed his magnificent stiff cock up my pussy. Again and again. Faster and faster . . . seeming to bore deeper each time. With my knees at his waist, cunt dripping its juices down the length of his meat each time it came out, he lifted my buttocks and arched the shaft into me.
My fucking grew wilder. I bounced my ass up and down . . . whining, reaching for the bright light far at the back of my head behind my closed eyes. Every muscle in my lower body was rigid, yet I bobbed like a float on a lake of sensual delight. His cock pistoned into me. Faster. Faster still. The lips at the mouth of my inner cunt quivered and tried to squeeze the cum up from his nuts.
"Make it shoot, Daddy," I begged. "Hurry and come with meeeeeeee!"
"Just keep doing . . . oh, baby, that's so fucking good I wanna die. Keep it going, honey. Your high school clint has a college education. You're making me crazy. I wanna . . . ahhhhhh! I wanna eat you and ream out your asshole, and put my joint in your face, but more than anything right now, more than anything ever, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta . . . ahhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! "
A tremendous tremor, like an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, swelled the glans of the dick deep in my pussy. I bore down. "Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Daddy let go of my buttocks, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me as I had never before been kissed. Ass raised high off the bed, he held his long cock buried to the hilt in my gash. He sucked my soft lips and ground pubic hair against my wedge.
I felt the first blast of hot cum and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed his spitting tool. Skyrockets went off in my head. My mouth fell open and took his probing tongue. My thighs became mush. It was the absolute best, the creamiest, the hottest load ever. Spurts and spurts. Gallons, it seemed. It ricocheted off the cervix at the end of my channel, glided like molten lava down the sensitive inner walls of my sheath, and seeped out to coat the puffed outer lips with liquid fire.
I couldn't breathe. I tore my lips away as the last cum geyser blew its smoking head. I gasped. I ground my pussy down, seeking more. Orgasm after orgasm wracked my body, and I didn't want it to end.
"Katty. You're beautiful. The best." Daddy's hand slipped around to my bush, toyed with the hair while he bathed in the afterglow of our union.
"Is it better than Mummy's . . . my pussy, I mean?
Daddy groaned. In reply, he lifted his hips and expanded and contracted his cock. "I used to think your mother was good," he said, one hand going to my tits, the other still massaging my bush. "But that was way back. When I first screwed her in the car, the time you heard me talk about that day in the living room-well, it was like my first piece of ass. I had others . . . three, maybe four. But never like that! Christ! I remember one, the first piece of hot gash in my life, who was so embarrassed she wouldn't let me look at her, and cried and jumped out of the car afterwards. Can't even remember her name anymore. Then the others . . . all quickies . . . . my car was a whorehouse on wheels, and all those sweet little bitches were self-conscious of the cock hole between their thighs. And then came your mother. Jesus! She was scared and shy, and-but once I got her panties down, once she got a taste of stiff cock in her belly, there was no stopping her. We used to screw three, maybe four times a day. And once I began getting the good stuff-well, I thought, 'Fuck those other dumb broads!' I lost touch. All that sweet young pussy around, and I spent most of my high school and college years fucking only your mother I guess I sort of forgot what really good young pussy is like . . . pussy like yours!" As he spoke, his dick, which had begun to grow slack after we came, began pulsing once more. He pinched my hard nipples. His eyes devoured me.
"Tell me about the ones after Mummy," I coaxed, recalling what Debbie had said about making Popsy talk and talk about fucking. Daddy, too, was like that, I knew. Hotsy talk really turned him on. And my cunt, my engorged little love hole, was famished for more stoking.
"Evlyn. She was the best," continued Daddy, a familiar, far-away look in his eye. "Christ! Could that one polish a hot knob! Any fucking time, any place. Once she blew me in the back of a taxi, and almost made the driver plow us into a pole, trying to watch in the rear-view mirror. Good redheaded pussy, too . . . all-around lay. I remember one night, after she sucked me off twice we fell asleep nude on the rug on the living room floor. She was still out when I opened my eyes, There she was . . . lying on her stomach . . . legs spread open like hedge shears . . . sweet fucking cheeks glowing pink-white in the dark. Jesus! Pussy from head to toe!"
Daddy's dick bucked like a nervous bronc inside my corral. I watched him glance down to the roots of the meat in my twat. Gently he shafted in and out . . . watching . . . me, too . . . each of us fascinated by the simple complexities of fucking.
"I'd been fucking all day-your mother, the girl who lived next door to the place me and Tom shared," said Daddy, going on about Evlyn. "I was beat. But one look at that ass . . . soft . . . almost as soft as--" his hands returned to my bottom, kneaded gently-"this! One look at that and my joint shot up like a crowbar. I felt her . . . rubbed cum juice from her cunt all over my joint. 'Evlyn baby,' I whispered. 'What a fucking ass! Two pillows! Soft! Lemme fuck it, huh, honey?' But Christ! She'd sucked me so long, so hard, she just lay there sleeping. There was something fucking sexy about screwing broads while she slept. Like rape! Like taking what I wanted against her will. I burrowed my face into the hot crack of her ass. She didn't even peep when I spread her cheeks, stuck my nose in the fuzz at her anus, and smelled. Man! What a sweet stink! There's no fucking smell in the world to compare with girl-asshole!" His fingers found the crack of my ass, spread the smooth half moons. His stink-finger tapped at the door.
"Oh, Daddy." Abruptly I lifted my hips, unshafting my cunt from his long, sloppy wet cock.
"Wha . . . ? "
"Wait!" I scrambled away, lay on my belly, legs scissored, beside him on the cool sheet. "Was she lying like this? Legs all the way open, I mean.. . so you could see everything while you smelled her down there?"
"Just like that. Christ!"
"What happened then?"
"I . . . I . . . mother-fucker, you're fine!" Slipping lower on the bed, Daddy spread the cheeks of my ass and smelled my tight shitter. "Nothing like asshole. Nothing!"
"Eat it then, Daddy. Like you did Evlyn. Eat my cunt while you tell. Show and tell" I giggled. I could imagine a little girl bringing her daddy to class, to show and tell fucking. It was a silly thought, I knew. And I was feeling anything but silly right then. My cunt was so hot, so wet, so hungry, I thought sure I'd pop off before he got me shafted again.
"I . . . I fucked around some . . . licking . . . sucking her asshole and cunt. Like this."
"Dad-deeeeee!" I thrashed about as his slippery tongue whipped from my sphincters, to my love hole, back. I felt his damp breath move up the open crack of my ass. His crushing weight came down on my back.
"Then I decided to ream her," said Daddy, voice grating, the swollen head of his tool probing my anus. "Evlyn.. . you beautiful little cocksucker! Don't wake up! Don't.. . but fuck! She began to stir, and I wanted to take it!"
"Take it, Daddy. PLEEZE! Take iiiiiiiiit!"
"No! I backed off, waited."
"Fucking Daddy!"
"I fucked around some more . . . spreading the pouting lips of her cunt . . . juicing her up . . . getting that red pussy ready for meat. Then, when her breathing became regular, when I was sure she was sleeping again, I slipped my stiff cock slowly up her tight gash."
"OHHH! Yes, Daddy. Yessssss!" I lifted my hips into the nozzle parting the outer lips of my cunt. I had never before been fucked from behind . . . not in the pussy, I mean. Now I felt the fat glans filling the outer hall of my sheath and driving slowly, but relentlessly, steadily in, closer and closet to the velvety tightness of my upper well.
"She didn't even peep," choked Daddy. "I stuck my prick in her gash and penetrated, inch by inch, and . . . ahhhhhhhhhhh! Like a glove! Cunt muscles drawing me in as if . . . ummm! Good! Pulling my joint up into her belly as if the inside of her box was lined with pinhead suction cups. Christ MOTHER! What a sweet fucking lay!"
Daddy set his cock in motion. The glans thrust high into my wet vagina, drew back, pounded. What a wonderful, gorgeous night, I thought. And the book! I suddenly remembered the book me and Debbie had been talking about for ever so long. What a fantastic, incredibly sexy, magnificent ending this night would make.
"Katty," sighed Daddy against my long black hair. "Who gives a fuck about Evlyn? About anybody? All I want from now on is you!"
I forgot about the book and became engrossed in the wild sensations Daddy's. long veiny dick was causing throughout my feverish young body. I gyrated my ass. I sobbed. I chewed my lower lip, the pillow. My titties, my small, cherry-topped boobs, rubbed against the sheet irritating the nipples in the most delightful way. My thighs quivered. My asshole opened and closed, tantalized by the coarse cock hair mashing against it with each stab of the thing pushing me toward another Technicolor arid white creamy plateau. I took it all . . . ten delicious inches of hot Daddy man-meat-stoking my hairy, sopping wet love hole, with not the slightest sign of reservation.
Oh! How I loved him! I didn't think I'd ever love anyone as I loved Daddy.
For a while we fucked with me on my belly, then Daddy coaxed my hips high and made me crouch on hands and knees. He, too, raised up on his knees, close behind me. Holding my hips, as If he were reaming my ass, he slammed the full length of his gigantic cock into me.
"Fuck it, Daddy," I cried. "Do me! Do me good!"
Daddy grunted and strained. "Jesus! I can't get enough of you, Katty. Lookit that tight asshole wink. Spread your legs wider, honey. Lemme see everything. I love to watch my joint sliding into you."
Resting my cheek on the pillow, I spread my legs as wide as they'd go . . . until my crotch, my pussy, my asshole, felt as if they were going to rip. Now I could see, too. I watched his cock working. I watched it come out of my cunt covered with goo: go in, come out . . . each poke adding rings of white lubricant to the mess at the roots of his shaft. I reached back, between my trembling thighs, took hold of and fondled his low-slung, wrinkled nuts.
"Don't squeeze 'em, baby," warned Daddy. "Chrissakes, don't! You . . . you're making me c-c-come!"
"Do it. I want you to."
"Not yet. Not . . . "
"Hurry! Shoot off with me. I . . . oh, Daddy. Hurry. Hurreee! I . . . I . . . DADDEE E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E!"
"K-Katty baby." Daddy's hips went berserk. Reaching around and under my belly, he drove two fingers into my cunt at the top of my slit and teased my hard clit while he stoked. His other hand went to my ass. One fat finger twisted up my tight shitter. He pounded. The front of his thighs slapped loudly against the back of mine.
And then we were coming again . . . together . . . the sound of our thighs meeting, flesh smacking flesh, echoing throughout the room, as if there were an audience applauding our union. Daddy planted the spitting, pulsating head of his sex at the top of my upper channel, held .It there, and filled my vagina with oodles of sticky semen. I closed my eyes, bit my lip and let my ass grind out the last of his declaration of love.
When it was over, when we lay on our backs, side by side, panting, covered with sweat--our lower bodies covered with cum and cunt goo-I held his long, limp wet hose in my hand and began planning our future. Daddy had already agreed to having Debbie and Popsy sleep over. Now I considered others: Mr. George, Lois, all those me and Debbie had caught fucking. I considered Mr. Hotsy Levine, Vic, the other boys at school. The possibilities were endless.
"Well?" Daddy grinned at me.
"Hi!"
"Never mind that hi shit. How the fuck can I tell whether I like your pussy or your cock sucking better when you haven't given me a knob job in weeks?"
I crinkled my nose. "It's all soft and . . . and dumb-looking. Look at it."
Arms folded across his chest, propped on the pillows at the head of the bed, Daddy glanced soberly down the length of his muscular body. "So suck it up," he ordered.
Not the least bit reluctant, I went down on him. But as I took the head of his limp cock into my face, I noticed the small note pad and pen on the bedside table. I blinked. A light went on inside my head. With his deflated hose hanging from the side of my mouth, I reached across him and gathered the writing implements up in my hot little hand. Then, lying on my belly between his spread thighs, I planted the pad on his lower abdomen, opened to a clean page, pushed the button atop the ballpoint pen, and wrote:
Book: page I . . . There were two things I wanted more than anything in the world. The first was to know Daddy loved me. The second was to have him take me in his arms, kiss me, squeeze me, and drive his magnificent cock as far up in my tight pussy as it would go.
