Christ, everybody in our town remembers the Thorne girls. They used to live in what's now the Hampton Motel before it was made over into a motel. It was a big place and easily visible all around because it stood on that rise of ground a hundred yards each way between the ocean and the river. Standing like it does, plunk in the middle of the peninsula, you walk to one end of the house to watch the sun rise sparkling on the river and a mile of marshland and then walk to the other end of the house at night to watch the sun set red and pink and orange on the rolling waves of the Pacific. It's not many places that have a view both ways like that so that's why Mrs. Thorne, after she was divorced, decided it was a good place to rent rooms to tourists. She put a sign on the roof of each porch, front and back, that said, "Thorne's Rooms." She kept the place immaculate, happily scrubbing and polishing her life away and supposing it was her cleanliness and inoffensive good nature that kept the rooms filled, at least in the summer months.
Alas, she left the bed-making to her three daughters, who, that last summer, were . . . let's see. . . Nancy was sixteen, Judy fifteen, and Olivia almost fourteen. They were, even at those tender ages, easily the most beautiful, most voluptuous, and most wanton girls the small coastal town had ever seen. To tell the truth, they had been attracting men, innocently, since long before any of them entered their teens. Nancy may not have been so innocent all along. With her curly chestnut hair and her fantastically hot little body, she was flaunting her tits and her round little ass in town long before her sisters got started. She was no more than twelve when she'd walk the length of the casino on a Saturday night in July with a whole row of boys and men panting in her footsteps.
Her sister Judy had the same assets Nancy had, the same chestnut curls, the same blue eyes, and the same curves that you can feel in the palms of your hands when you're just looking, plus one tantalizing asset, aloofness. Oh, she wasn't stuck up or anything. She just didn't flaunt herself at twelve years old the way her older sister did. She was the tomboy and never did loosen up into womanhood until that summer she was fifteen. That was the summer that she finally let her hair out of the pigtails that her older sister had never worn. That was the summer that Judy began to show the town which one of the Thorne girls was the real beauty although she still didn't try to outdo Nancy with the men or anything. It's just that. . . well, she blossomed! Instead of just one pair of rotating asscheeks to watch wiggle self-consciously the length of the boardwalk beside the casino, there were two pairs of lusciously swinging asscheeks to watch. Nor was that all!
The blonde, blue-eyed baby, Olivia Thorne, was only thirteen that summer. As she said, she was almost fourteen, and in her angelic way, she was perhaps more of a flirt than her older sisters, who were more direct, knew how to be. She was the coy one. She would pull her thin little sweater modestly over her swelling tits, thereby emphasizing them all the more. Then if a guy whistled at her or said, "Hi, cutie!" she would look disgusted in a way that deepened her dimples much more enticingly than if she had smiled. Olivia was probably just as promiscuous at thirteen as Nancy had been at twelve, but it had not yet become common gossip.
This was the summer of Judy's awakening. It may have started when the gas man discovered her sunbathing on the lawn with her bathing suit straps loose over her arms and her tits just about popping out of the top of the suit. She wasn't wearing pigtails and a baggy old shirt so how could he know it was Judy! Her hair was drying after being washed and it fell in a chestnut cloud down to her wispy waist. She was bent over, reading a book, and apparently didn't see him approach until he had chucked her under the chin so that one of her sweet little pink nipples peeped over the top of her white suit and had huskily said, "Loverrr!" Her mouth dropped open in surprise and so did his. When that happened he had all he could do to keep his hungry wet tongue out of that soft oval cavern, but he saw that it was Judy, not Nancy, so he stammered out an apology and withdrew, the coward!
Judy's potential spread around town by word of mouth so fast that by the very next day the men were staring at her with great expectations and she could feel the heat of their interest. What girl can remain a tomboy through that? She wore the baggy old shirt but their eyes burned holes right through the back of it, even through her jeans so that pretty soon the old motor started spinning and the ass began to roll whether she wanted it to or not. A couple of times she was seen pulling her shirt down as though she felt nakedly exposed to the heavy, lascivious glare of a guy walking behind her. When the lecherous old John Barnard delivered the mail, he saw Judy walking toward her house and in a cloud of dust, swerved to her side of the street so that she had to jump out of the dirt road into the marsh to avoid getting run over. The postman had some mail for Thorne, and he dropped the battered old Chevy into second gear to rumble to a stop beside the fifteen year old.
"How's the world treating you, kid?" he asked with a sly grin.
"The. . . the same as ever," she said, holding out her hand for the expected mail.
"That ain't what I heard," he told her, a wicked glint in his eye. He just sat there a minute, revving the motor up and down, the radio blaring out some old band music that didn't interest Judy. Finally he looked down beside him and handed a small packet of letters and one magazine to her through the window. As soon as she took it from him, he grabbed her by the wrist and held-tight, smiling. "Any of those birds around the casino give, you any trouble, you know the man to come to, kid!"
"Yeah," Judy said, wrenching away, figuring the lecherous old fool had lost his marbles but giving him a limp wave as she started up over the lawn to her house. She could feel him watching her intently through the sunglasses he had put back on. She tried not to but she could feel her heated buttocks sway as she climbed the slightly rising lawn away from his car, her lushly-ripened breasts bouncing around inside her shirt in two firm curving bulges that she had become more and more aware of as the day wore on. She sensed his greedy eyes climbing the back stairs with her, flickering lewdly even over her firm, tanned calves and dainty ankles that were the only pieces of flesh that showed between the rolled legs of her jeans and the tips of her worn tennis shoes.
"Yuuuuukkkk!" she grimaced, closing the door tight behind her and pressing her perspiring back against its solid hardness while she rub bed her wrist against the rough jeans. It had sure been one hell of a-queer day! She was beginning to think she was walking around bare- assed the way every jerk in town was gaping at her as though she were Nancy or something!
"Hi, Judy!" Her little sister, Olivia, was in the office when Judy entered. "Two, three and seven are checked out. I already looked for you." It was Judy's turn this week to strip the beds after departing guests while Olivia cleaned the ashtrays, dusted the bureau, and swept the floor. Nancy would follow in a half-hour with clean linen, and she and Judy would make up the beds in time for new arrivals. Olivia was all ready to start with a damp rag and the broom in one hand and a feather duster and dust pan in the other.
"Since when have you started wearing tight jerseys like that?" Judy wanted to know of her sister, who was over a year younger than she was. "You're beginning to dress like Nancy!"
"Why should Nancy have all the fun?" the blonde little girl grinned, swinging her hips as she passed her sister as if to prove that dress was not her only asset.
"Fun!" Judy spat, hating to admit that she had begun to wonder that very day if maybe she, Judy Thorne, were not, missing out on something. She had suffered some not unpleasant sensations in her hot little ass and electrically charged loins today that left her pondering the possibility of a change in her own style of dress. After all, she was going to have to admit to being a girl someday! She knew she couldn't be a tomboy forever even if she wanted to, and she was no longer as sure as she had been that she wanted to be a tomboy . . . at least forever!
The sisters started in room seven, and there were so many dirty ashtray as well as beer bottles with some of the beer spilled on the floor, that Judy finished stripping the one double bed long before Olivia had finished the cleaning. "I'll be in three," she told Olivia as she passed her with the dirty sheets.
"I'll never get there," Olivia groaned, surveying the incredible mess of room seven.
"Just think that Elton John is moving in here in fifteen minutes. That'll speed you up!"
Olivia sighed deeply. "But I know he isn't, and I just have no imagination." "Yeah, you should see the dude who is, though!"
Olivia looked at her tomboy sister with mock disgust. "Since when did you start looking at the foxes?"
"The foxes?" Judy mumbled innocently.
"You know what a fox is, Judy, a real far out dude, really cute. You know, makes your titties tingle!"
"Yeah," Judy muttered, leaving the room in a hurry with a blush on her face. Yesterday she wouldn't have known what made a girl's titties tingle or even that they did tingle. Today she had begun to get the idea. She dropped the pile of sheets in the hallway just outside the door and moved on to room three. It was sure to be as messy as seven. It seemed that most of the tourists who came to the Thorne's for rooms were young college boys or other men, and the innocent teenager could not understand why. All she knew was that they always seemed to leave a mess and no tip!
There was no beer in room three, but there was a mess of magazines around everywhere. Olivia was going to be in here a while, too. It looked as though today her little sister was going to be cleaning long after Judy had stripped the beds and she and Nancy had made them up again. This room had double beds and a cot, all of which had been used. As Judy leaned down to pull the fitted corners of a dirty sheet off the cot mattress, her eyes fell suddenly on the bright cover of a magazine that was in her way. It's one of those! she thought, automatically pulling away. The woman on the cover was as naked as a jaybird, as naked as. . . Judy's mind faltered along with her disgust. The model's big round breasts with their flower-like areolas and stiffly protruding nipples made Judy's tongue-tip circle her open lips and she became salaciously aware of the swinging of her own full, ripe breasts as they hung down, jiggling heavily with her movements. Gingerly she turned a few pages, past the innocuous ads in the beginning, to a full page picture of a beautiful blonde woman lewdly licking her wet tongue over a handsome young man's lust-hardened prick. His obviously cum-filled cock was huge, but still the girl's tongue was curling half-way around the rigidly erect, lust thickened pole. A short caption announced the name of the photograph, "The Vibrating Tongue." Judy felt giddy and without thinking, put her bent forefinger in her mouth and at first tried to peck it like a. woodpecker before she stumbled upon the up and down motion that pleased her.
Turning the page she found the same models in almost the same position, but this time, the lovely blonde had taken all of the man's eagerly throbbing cock into her mouth and her cheeks were hollowed in, creating the effect of a vacuum- like suction. She was sucking! A responsive ripple coursed up between the young girl's thighs. Judy could not help studying the picture more carefully. The blonde's wetly ovalled lips were stretched so wide that the teenager could not understand how she kept from choking on the enormous male shaft. She knew from the picture on the previous page that it was absolutely huge!
Yet the blonde's lips were locked tight around it as though she never wanted to let it go.
Then there was a sudden sound behind her and the girl, with beating heart, quickly started picking up the magazines wherever they lay.
"Hey, I thought you were stripping the beds today. Switch with Olivia?" Nancy had arrived with an armload of clean sheets and pillowcases still smelling of the steam presses from the laundry. She looked around the room, and seeing that there was not yet any place she could leave the sheets, sat down herself on the very edge of the cot, her curving, shorts-covered buttocks balanced so precariously, it looked as if she might fall off to the floor. Judy could not help but think that she would have fallen awkwardly from such a position, but things like that didn't happen to Nancy. The older girl was practicing a pose, as usual. She was always flaunting her body with a natural grace and athletic ability one wouldn't have suspected from her full, voluptuously feminine figure.
"I'm just picking up these magazines before Olivia comes in to see them," Judy hastily explained. "They. . . they're too old for her!"
"Oh? Let me see?" Nancy asked with interest.
"No. I'm going to throw them away. Mom would have a fit if she knew they were here." Judy was considering hiding them until she could examine them all, but perhaps it was just as well she did throw away, she thought with a stab of conscience.
"Sex books!" Nancy exclaimed, throwing the clean sheets into a heap on the cot while at the same time grabbing for a magazine not yet confiscated by her sister.
"Oh, Nancy!" Judy scolded, trying to wrench the magazine from her hands.
"What do you want them for?" Nancy suddenly looked at Judy with a sly smile.
"Nothing! I don't want them at all!"
Judy lied.
"Then why can't I take them? Mom never sees anything but her work. You know that!"
"Oh, all right, take them then, but where are you going to hide them?"
Nancy looked at her younger, tomboyish sister with a gleam of understanding in her eye. "The bottom drawer of my dresser." she said with amusement, taking the magazines and beaming with unconcealed wanton hunger at the covers. "I'll run and put them away now while you get the beds stripped."
"Don't forget to come back," Judy pouted, shaking a pillow from its case so that it slid down, hitting the floor with a soft plop.
Meanwhile, Olivia had gone downstairs for a mop. There was no doubt that room number seven required a thorough cleaning to eliminate the odor of stale beer. Olivia would have been upset to have to go through so much work in any of the other rooms, but the boys who had left number seven. . . well, one of them anyway. . . was pretty special. He had spent the entire two weeks of his vacation trying to get up enough nerve to make a pass at her. Being still inexperienced she had no idea how to hurry things along for him, and her coyness had been far more discouraging than she had meant it to be. Finally, when she was absolutely certain that he wanted her, she simply appeared in his doorway a couple of nights ago, so erotically aflame that he could not mistake her intentions.
"Hi, Phil," she had said with a weak smile. His roommate announced that he wanted to catch the movie at the casino and would Phil and Olivia mind if he left. Olivia's mind was totally devoted to Phil. Had his roommate jumped out the window, she would not have noticed. Her young upthrust tits were heaving so rapidly that she felt as though she were gasping for breath. She felt his eyes run lewdly over her hot little teenage body, feasting on the enticing sight. He began to rub his hands together and then down over the legs of his trousers as though they itched from sweat. Tentatively he had reached out a hand placing it on the warmth of her thinly clad shoulder. His fingers had scratched at the material as though he would like to have ripped it off. Olivia"s eyes immediately darted to his hardening cock that pressed against the crotch of his trousers. Suddenly his head was buried between the shivering cones of her well-formed tits and he was whispering, "Oh, Olivia. . . I didn't dare. . . I was afraid"
She felt the pressure of his eagerly throbbing cock against the young hard plane of her stomach and how it jerked at the moment of touch. A tremor ran through her body, flooding her loins with liquid fire. Then she watched his full male moustached lips slowly lowering on hers and an electrifying chill shook her as his mouth touched her innocent trembling lips.
The firm, pliant lusciousness of his eager lips awoke new sensations in her own, and she eagerly reached toward him with her more than ever willing young mouth. She felt him press his tongue gently against her teeth, firm in the custodianship of her mouth, until she finally realized that she must let her buttery lips give way so that he could slip his sensuously quivering replica of his cock into her young velvet mouth. Immediately, tongue-tip touched tongue tip as she responded tremblingly to his advances.
As Olivia returned to number seven with her mop, she imagined that he would be there again when she opened the door. Of course, he wasn't, but she pretended he was and relived that magic night in her mind as she slowly cleaned. She recalled how her tongue had gained in expertise as it probed and prodded inside his own velvet mouth. Her arms had crept up around his neck and she drew his head tighter down on her. She remembered how his hands had gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging into her thinly clad flesh and sending currents of ecstasy rippling down through her throbbing breasts into the lower reaches of her tingling loins. She remembered- how the first mewls of pleasure had vibrated in her throat and how nothing at all had mattered to her but his wonderfully. hard-body crushing her harder and harder against his ribs, his hard stomach and that unbelievably inciting, hidden cock.
One of his hands began to caress her long soft blonde hair as his lips left hers and lowered to her satin-like neck, trailing hotly and wetly down to her throat and her shoulder, pushing the jersey of her top aside as far as he could. Instinctively, her body began a gentle undulation as her sex-starved flesh began to cry out for the, salacious satisfactions that his body seemed to be promising. Every nerve ending he touched sent to her lust-aroused senses a message of unknown ecstasy to come. Of her own initiative she had torn off her jersey and unhooked her bra, enjoying the lusty gleam in his eyes as he appreciated how her nakedly jerking young tits bounced free. He then closed his lips over one of the ruby nipples and began to pull on it, rolling the hard little nub between his white teeth, then gently pressing his lips hard on the cone to suck like a nursing child. Her nipple rose to an even greater length so that she thought he had permanently stretched it. Gently he kissed the other rosy young bud, tweaking and teasing it until it was palpitatingly stretched to match the first. Then his moustached lips, had ticklingly wandered over the satin softness of her nudely exposed hot little body, tracing a moist shower of drippingly tongue-tipped kisses which her love parched skin drank as though from a life-giving oasis.
Tenderly, he had gradually lowered her shorts, stroking the firm curves of her grinding hips and running the wet tip of his tongue over her flat youthful stomach, as her pants came down, so his hands dropped to her smooth, burning inner thighs and played there like a naughty devil in hell, caressing the newly sensitized flesh with his flittingly teasing fingertips, lewdly awakening each erogenous area in turn. Finally he was down kissing the sparse young curls of her raised pubic mound, breathing in the hot female odors of her arousal and she felt the aching nakedness of her exposed clitoris reaching out to him from between her squirming legs. Oooohh, she found it hard to wait for the wet teasing of his tongue to touch the tiny pink bud of her swollen clitoris which was surely going to burst open at any moment, she felt. She began to whimper tremblingly and to pull at his clothes, completely lost now to these new lusty fires that raged in her young virgin body.
Momentarily he left her to strip himself and her eyes bulged at her first sight of a real, heavily pulsating, big, beautiful, cum-filled cock! Never, in all her secret reading of the torrid pages, of her sister Nancy's diary, had little Olivia found a description that did justice to the real thing! "Oh!" she gasped, and she saw Phil look at her, searching her eyes for a sign of fright or withdrawal. He wouldn't push, of course. She was very young and to take her was a risk. "Oh, please don't stop," she murmured reassuringly. He smiled with great relief and working her back toward his bed, sat her down and pushed her knees up so that she rolled back and the whole expanse of her virginally delectable young pussy was nakedly visible to his ravenous view.
Many times, Olivia had examined her own soft, blonde pussy from this nakedly exposed point of view. Though incomplete, the vision he now had, she had seen in her own mirror. She could feel the thinly haired outer lips of her openly spread young pussy throbbing faintly. What she could not know was how they increased in size as they became blood-laden with a hot, pulsing desire. She could feel the pink pulsating point of her clitoris and knew that her cuntal opening was already moist. He raised her soft little buttocks and his eyes dropped slightly to the faint brown ring of her tight little anus. His breathing was becoming more jagged now as he surveyed the bewitching panorama before him. She wondered what he would do next as she watched him run the tip of his wet red tongue over his dry lips, parched by the mounting heat of his still rising desire. Then slowly and surely, he lowered his dark excitingly male head between her tingling tanned thighs, reaching out with his long, saliva-moistened tongue, which glistened, as it gently flicked at the narrow slit before him.
Without meaning to do, Olivia jerked away from this strange new sensation of a softly quivering tongue lapping between her nakedly spread legs. She instinctively ground her hips into the mattress in a natural attempt to escape the incredible sensation. But Phil's tongue flicked out again, darting wetly over the entire pink length of her seepingly fuzz-fringed cunt.
"Oooooohhhh!" she' sighed, her satin-soft hips arching toward his heavenly mouth. He smoothly caressed her stomach and hips just below the waist and darted his hungry tongue out to probe the hot hidden folds of her tenderly throbbing cunt. He prodded strongly under the swollen outer lips, and his mouth pulled slurpingly at the purplish inner lips where he finally came upon the nakedly throbbing little bud of her clitoris. He took the tiny rubbery button between his feverish lips, imprisoning it there, and teasing it with the wet tip of his devilish tongue. Olivia writhed from the newness of such contact, and Phil could feel the head growing beneath his lewd tonguing. With rapidly gentle nips, like a bird pecking for a morning worm, he teased.
"Oooohhhh!" she sighed again, her whimpering moans taking on an urgency as she tried to lower her hands and, feeling the wiry hairs of his head, sink her fingers urgently among the dark strands, pulling at them, seeking release from the tantalizing pecking at her tiny open little cunt hole. Phil's tongue slavered wetly on, licking and sucking at her palpitating cunt lips. The pink tongue dabbed at her viscous little slit, trying to force an entry and eliciting long gasps of pleasurable pain from the tender thirteen-year-old beauty. Finally with a desperate surge, Phil managed to insert just the sensitive tip of his frenzied tongue into the tight membrane of her clenched little virginal cunt. The tongue wriggled and squirmed inside her like an electric eel, trying to worm its way farther and farther into the mysterious, unvisited, hotly pulsating little cunt hole.
"Oooooohhhhh!" the blonde, blue eyed child moaned again, grinding her sparsely furred pelvis up to receive his thick wet tongue. Frantically, he buried his hotly quivering member deeper and deeper into her tight fleshy sheath, which began to close in around his plundering, swashbuckling organ. Greedily he spread apart the furry flanges of her little cunt to plunder, with greater ease her succulent pussy. His nose and mouth buried themselves like hibernating animals in her luscious warmth, and he could feel his own hot breath returning in moist gusts from the defensively clenching but hopelessly expanding little tunnel.
Little Olivia tossed helplessly in the throes of a shiveringly spine-trembling delight. Never in her thirteen, almost fourteen, years had she ever know anything like this! Oh how she wished she had known enough to accost Phil at the very beginning of his vacation. Even as she had finally gone to him, she had no idea that it would be such an ecstatic experience. It was hard to believe that a man's tongue could open such a magic chest of tingling, pulsating, burning sensation. She felt like a furnace of burning coals from the curling tips of her little toes to the top of her silky blonde head. His darting, salivating tongue set electric shocks of excruciating pleasure through every vein in her body as though her blood vessels were tiny canals of liquid lava, and she lay writhing in the sensual thrill of his nerve burning ritual.
The short stubble of his moustache abrasively added to her increasing pleasure, stimulating her excited flesh into greater erotic heights. Her hands were clawing at his dark head, pushing his working face deeper into the wetly enveloping craw of her opening cunt as though she would eat him like some wild creature from the deep.
Tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her fantastically aching body in strong sexual paroxysms of howling lust.
Excitedly, Phil coaxed her responses into this wild fever pitch, feeling her hips swell and fall with an involuntary fury like a hurricane at sea. With a driving maniacal grind, she sought to match his thrusts, power for power, mashing his face with her now fully awakened crotch on the up grind and suctioning his tongue painfully as she bore down. It was his tongue versus her body in a raging battle that made him feel like a medieval knight in mortal combat with a fire-spewing dragon!
"Oooooooo! Ooooooohhh! Ooohh!" she moaned in a series of rending wails so loud and piercing that Phil had to quickly cover her mouth while his exhausted tongue still probed her tiny sensitive cuntal hole, less energetically now, but still effectively, feeling finally. a warm moistness envelop his face as her unleashed sexual juices gushed out of their retreat like waves of the ocean tide out of a cave, drenching his swirling tongue.
After she had lain still a few moments he had suddenly leaped on top of her with a growl, smashing his hot mouth down on hers with frightening brutality. She was surprised and wary yet instinctively knew that this was part of what must happen, and so she returned the crashing bestiality of his kiss, biting his lips as he bit hers, sucking his tongue far back into her mouth, wondering curiously just how far back it would stretch. She felt the turgidity in her own nipples fight against the weight of his muscular chest like tiny Atlases holding up the world. His fully erect, lust-swollen cock was pressing painfully against the hard bone of her pubic mound until suddenly he shifted his hips, allowing it to slip between her legs. Immediately, she captured it, clamping onto the hardened rod of palpitating flesh with the swift spring of an animal trap and with her thighs hollowing in and out on bloatedly ridged pole, milked it and drew it to an even greater length just as she had drawn his tongue and he had drawn her nipples.
With a groan he pulled his lips from her impassioned kiss and began to bite with a deep harshness at her neck, oblivious in his wildly uncontrolled attack of the teethmark of kisses left behind on her tanned skin as he trailed his greedy mouth down over her swanlike throat and even to her up thrust young breasts. Savagely he bit at the tantalizing orbs, wringing whimpers of pain from Olivia, and yet still she pressed him against her. It was not until he brutally spread her legs with his knees and grasping his fiery, blood-bloated cock, surged forward, pressing the mammoth shaft into her defensively clenched virginal hole with all of his might that she felt a pain to sharp to enjoy. Fortunately he had slipped his mouth over his lips so that her heart-rendering shriek was lost in the echo-chambers of his throat or it would surely have brought everyone in the rooming house running.
Quickly he embraced her warmly and comfortingly, kissing the tears silently from her cheeks, tremors of fear and remorse coursing through him as the full implications of his actions seeped into his lust-inflamed brain. Shaking, he tried to rise but the lovely young teenager, blinking her blue eyes clear of the wet drops adhering to her lashes, pulled him back.
"Please don't stop," she begged softly. "Just... just not so hard!" anxiously he studied her face to find that already the agony had already been replaced by a glazed-eyed lust. As though to reassure him, she reached down and encircled his heavily hardened cock with her tiny hand. It was aching so badly for relief that he could not help lowering himself over her willing body once more. Tenderly he massaged her satin-soft inner thighs, drawing them apart and widening her cuntal area for his feverishly hungry entry. He watched the rose-like opening of her cunt contracting in expectancy. A thin stream of perspiration ran down in a translucent bead from her cuntal slit to the little brown pucker of her anus nestling teasingly down between the soft white moons of her asscheeks.
Humbled this time, he guided the lusty vein-corded shaft to the altar of her warily pulsing, cunt like a sacrifice to the gods. Studying the astronomical difference between the size of his swollen cock and her virginal cunt, he could hardly believe that he could ever penetrate the tiny canal. Perhaps it was best to abandon the attempt and yet, the sight of her silky white skin and her begging eyes overpowered him, and he began to moisten the head of his happy cock in the lubricants which were still flowing around her nakedly exposed little pussy. He gently tested the moistened cock-head against the star-shaped cuntal hole, flexing his hips slightly in a tender attempt to worm his lust-hardened pole of throbbing flesh into the orifice. Then holding her in a clamp-like grip, he surged forward just enough to insert only the head into her tightly resisting elastic hole. Another wail of pain erupted into his mouth, but she did not draw back from his more careful thrust. Giving her unused cunt a chance to adjust to the unaccustomed size of his lust-bloated rod, he rested before slowly, inch by inch, crawling forward, embedding more and more of his mammoth prick inside her tightly clasping wet velvet tunnel. Moan after moan filtered from her throat around their clinging tongues and into his mouth, but the rubberily stretching little cunt lips closed in on his invading prick like a snake engorges an unbroken egg, slowly, very slowly, but surely. Beads of perspiration stood out on the young man's forehead from the harsh exertion of his task, and his cock felt truly imprisoned. Yet he did feel pity for the young girl so cruelly skewered by his huge mature rod, and a stab of remorse twisted his grateful heart. Christ, she wanted it! What could a man do?
Experimentally, he tried to withdraw and was surprised that his rock-hard cock emerged so easily from its now blood-spotted shaft. He pulled out until just the bloated head was still inside the tender folds and then began to plow up inside again. This time the channel was open and easier to burrow into, and he found that he was able to saw in and out with little trouble at all, her cuntal channel growing more and more slippery around his hungrily gliding shaft.
Olivia began to relax also as she became less terrified and more excited by the direction in life she had finally taken after having, only read about it for so long in her oldest sister's diary.
"Olivia! Hurry up!" Nancy stood impatiently in the doorway. "Who wants to hang around here making beds all day!"
Her daydreams interrupted, Olivia hurried with the mopping. "Go ahead and make up the bed. I'll probably have to mop again when you're through," the little blonde said and grabbing her cleaning supplies, left for room three to continue her work and her memories in peace.
Chapter Two
Judy and Nancy finished their work in record time. They did not ask each other what the other was going to do. They knew they had completely different interests. Nancy would involve herself in something related to love and the opposite sex. Judy would go to the beach and hunt up someone with whom to play ball or tag or some equally innocent sport . . . usually. However, today, as she entered the privacy of the bathroom to catch a quick bath before jumping into her swim suit she found herself musing on the possibility of wearing her hair loose for a change, like Nancy did. They both had thick chestnut curls that hung way down their backs. It had been kind of fun being mistaken for her sexy sister by the gasman! She chuckled as she started the water and in a fit of mischief, sprinkled in some of her sister's smelly bubble bath. Well, she thought, it didn't really smell all that bad once you got used to it . . . rather like a flower garden. In fact, she realized, startled, she liked it very much!
At first when Nancy had taken the sex books from her, Judy had decided it was just as well, but now she wished she had , kept at least one of them. It might be kind of fun to compare her developing body with the models. There was a curious spark being kindled in her smooth young thighs as she recalled the sex books. It was very similar to other sensations she had felt lately around men. Now as she stepped into the luxuriantly warm bath water, she was aware for the first time of its caressing quality on her tanned but tender skin. She made little waves with her hands, letting the foamy water slosh back and forth like miniature surf around her newly feverishly naked young body. Each time she rubbed the washcloth over her firmly jutting young tits, she felt more excited, a tingly hot feeling growing in her cuntal area that was more impatient and insistent than it had so far been at any time.
Already she had noticed in the bathroom mirror that there was a sensuous cast to her finely chiseled facial features this, afternoon, like Nancy, she thought. Her eyes looked heavy-lidded and her full lips sensual and moist. She looked down and saw her wet breasts peek slipperily like small cherry-topped mountains above the white bubbles, their pert little nipples hardening just above the foam. Her firm little tits were perfectly formed, round and uplifting, and as she let her back slide into the bath water, she felt another tingle of excitement rush through her body as the water sloshed like pawing, splashing waves gently over them.
She touched one hand to her right breast, feeling the erected nipple harden even more beneath her fingers. A ripple of pleasure churned like a gentle undertow through the lushly curving mound as her thoughts darted again to the sex, books. With a blush, she instinctively reached down to finger the area of hottest sensation, enthralled with how luscious her fingers felt as they pushed between the hair-covered softness of her warmly pulsing cunt lips and found the gently throbbing little nipple of her clitoris. Her eye fell upon the spray attachment at the foot of the tub and her fertile imagination began fantasizing. But no, that was crazy! Yet she could not quite shake the suspicion that a strong spray of hot water down there between her legs would be the most ecstatic, experience she had ever had!
The beautiful dark-haired tomboy had by now forgotten all of the adventures she had planned to have on the beach that day. As her small hands began to roam of their own accord over her generously curving young body. Her idle thoughts had made her even more excited than she had meant to allow, and the temptation to caress herself up between her legs while dreaming of the spray was getting the better of her. Abruptly, she began massaging the straining wet whiteness of her quivering breasts, trapping the trembling stiffened nipples between her inexperienced fingers, kneading them and pulling at them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the shivering young mounds. God, she didn't know what had happened to her!
Whatever it was, though, as long as no one was watching, didn't really matter. She did wish she could see herself though and she sunk salaciously into imagining how it would be to see herself play with herself up between her long slender tanned legs. The very thought spasmodically jerking her hot little body as though she had just been hit with a hot ball from a musket and she suddenly plunged her extended middle finger up into her clasping cuntal depths. Now she was determined to watch her trembling body as it responded so frenziedly to her own hot touch. There was a shaving mirror that was adjustable. She might be able to balance it on the faucets. Dripping, she reached over to the wooden cabinet where the mirror stood. Excited, she discovered that if she turned it upside down, she could hang it on the faucets by its wire stand and adjust the mirror so that it was perfect. Successful with this, she decided to try the spray idea, too. She pulled the nozzle back with her as she sat back among the few bubbles that had not by now broken and disappeared. Staring into the mirror she gently petted, as one would pet a kitten, the softly curling pussy fuzz up between her firm young thighs. Slowly she spread her long legs, watching carefully as the silken chestnut hair that softly curtained her tender cuntal furrow became visible through the foamy water. Her aroused slippery little pussy lips were pulsating now as she parted the dark curtain to expose suddenly the bright pink slit, baring the gleaming rubbery bud to the gently swirling water.
Groaning, she lifted her hips until her vaginal mound was above water. She seized the spray nozzle from the tub, where she had dropped it, and flicked the spray on, adjusting the volume of water until it was a soft pressurizing spray. For a moment the volume of water until it was a soft pressurizing spray. For a moment she held it in her slippery fingers and squirted it hotly against her breasts. Immediately her body jolted with the shock of unfamiliar pleasure as the tiny needles of water attacked her nakedly throbbing young tits. The hose nozzle flew from her hand and went snaking down into the bath water beside her squirming buttocks. Now she found it and once more lifting her hips so that she could see herself clearly in the mirror, began to apply a jet of water to her, impatiently throbbing wet cunt just tantalizing below the pink bud of her clitoris. With her free hand, she thrust an extended middle finger once again up into her heatedly quivering pussy mouth, feeling it dilate like the mouth of a hungry goldfish to gobble up her entry. Slowly, experimentally at first, she probed around her tight little fuzz-fringed cuntal hole, sensing the elastic opening clasp hungrily at her up thrusting finger. Wow! It felt good!
Using the spray nozzle with her other hand, she held it inches away from her emblazoning erect little clitoris that pulsed like a strip-teaser in its own little shower. The water eddied and swirled magically across her tingling nerve bud, its bloating itch ringing with the sensual fire that raged up inside her desperately throbbing cuntal passage.. She wormed in another finger, widening her legs farther apart. Then in a slow self-surrendering groan, Judy sank down slowly into the water, letting the hose slip from her fingers and lie like a ceaselessly ejaculating penis at the edge of the tub, streaming its warm spurting make-believe semen against her visibly throbbing young naked breasts. She watched in the mirror how her nakedly aroused and splayed young body reclined in the tub, one hand down in the frothy tub water, finger-fucking rhythmically in and out of her feverishly throbbing cuntal lips, while the other began working at the stiffening nipple of her left breast. The licentious pose that reflected back from the mirror, the hot, well-formed tits quivering with each passionate squeeze of her tanned fingers, sent renewed lasciviously licking flames throughout her insatiably ravenous cunt. She could only think what a fool she had been all these years!
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned aloud, squeezing harder at a spiked-out nipple and then roaming her hand freely from one nakedly wet throbbing tit to the other. Her mind went rampant as she gave in completely to herself, and flashes of memory spun through her head, times when her older sister had tried to get her to play sexually and she, dope that she had been, had refused. She was aware of the spray attachment spewing water warmly against her firmly peaked wet breasts, sending electric tingles of excitement through her nerve-ends as through a jumble of bare wires. She began finger fucking herself with quicker, harder thrusts, rummaging her fingers up and down inside her slippery walled young pussy. Suddenly, she grabbed for the rubber spray hose and holding it like a long slim cock in her hand, guided it up and down her tautly squirming belly. She lifted up in the water on her straining buttocks, directing the nozzle at her abdomen, feeling delicious watery fingers massaging just above her pussy mound as though what she needed was to have them reach through to contact her own deeply fucking fingers inside and that this, this completing of the circle, maybe this was the satisfaction she sought!
"Oooooohhhhh, " she groaned, never, never having felt anything as wild as this before! Finally a painfully explosive surge of lust-filled sensation swept through her flooded loins. She pointed the spurting nozzle directly at her ultra-sensitive clitoris and saw her face crimson in the mirror. God, what was happening? Tiny fiery fingers leapt up through her heatedly clasping cunt and her whole body began shuddering in the first delectable throes of orgasm. She managed to adjust the pressure of the spray nozzle with her free hand and swished its increased volume of water over her entire pulsating cuntal area. The lewd, hotly vibrating sensation became more intense. Her moistly quivering pussy grew. warmer and wetter around her pistoning two fingers, her hot white lust juices seething around her roaming hand and mingling with the cooling bath water.
"Ooooooohhhhhh! Oh! Oh!" she crooned up into the steamy, dripping mirror. She held the nozzle hose above her trembling young pussy flesh for awhile, enjoying its wetly soothing caresses and the last embers of a dying pleasure that banked through her erotically rippling belly. As the last faint throbs subsided, she slowly withdrew her fingers from her warm, satiated cunt and dropped the hose down into the tub.
"Come on, Judy!" Olivia was calling on the other side of the door. "Are you deaf or something? How long are you going to take?"
The startled brunette sat suddenly upright in the tub with a splash that again coated the little mirror. She grabbed at the towel rack for her green towel while she answered quickly and loudly, "In a minute! In a minute!" It did seem to her as though she had been in the tub for hours.
She pulled the plug, fixed the hose, and wiped the little mirror dry before replacing it on the cabinet. She noticed that her legs were still weak and trembling as she stepped out of the tub onto the plush little rug outside. In her excitement, she had slid backwards in the tub and now her long chestnut hair was wet. That was a good excuse to wear it loose, she thought. Everyone would ask her, she imagined why she wasn't wearing her pigtails and she could say she was drying her hair! She rubbed the big green towel briskly over her slightly flushed young body, nakedly jerking her young tits this way and that, enjoying their size and the sensations she knew she would feel, stuffing them into her white suit and walking the beach in front of the men, knowing now what she would be giving them when she flaunted her curvaceous body and rolled her tight round asscheeks the way Nancy did.
Oh, wow, she thought. She was certainly going to take Ivan to the beach with her today. The big shepherd might be a necessary protection until she learned how to cope with all this. Nancy often spoke of the problems she had when she wanted to escape a dude and couldn't. Judy giggled, thinking of how coldly she used to answer. "Well, whose fault is it?" She had not then understood the hot drive that made it worthwhile taking a chance to hear if he were there. She listened carefully but there was no pawing or whining to be heard so she climbed the stairs to the family's own rooms. She was thinking that she should have thought to try calling him when she was up here before when she thought she heard a now familiar moan from Nancy's room. Could it be she had a boy up here? She wouldn't dare! Or would she?
Judy's imagination ran wild! Feeling guilty, she tiptoed closer to the closed door and hearing nothing more, was about to leave when Nancy's voice distinctly whispered, "Come over here, baby, Nancy wants you to lick her pussy!"
Judy stopped in her tracks, letting the words run through her head again and again. "Come over here, baby, Nancy wants you to lick her pussy," her sister had said. Oh, wow, involuntarily the newly initiated teenager strained to hear more "Oooooohhhhh,yessss!" Nancy was crooning now. "You're so gooooodddd!" Her voice was husky and her sentence was followed by soft, incoherent moans of obvious excitement. Who in the world could be inside with her? It had to be one of the houseguests, although as far as Judy knew, Nancy wasn't dating any of the present ones. However, she had never before paid much attention to Nancy's amorous adventures. It could be anyone!
"Oooooohhhh, again! Again!" The throatily hoarse whisper came from inside the thin attic door. It was too much temptation for the mischievous Judy to resist. She had to find out what was going on . . . exactly what was going on and with whom! Very, very carefully, she lifted the latch of the old door, pushing it away from her gradually and unnoticeably, she hoped, into the room. Fortunately her sister's bed was to the left of the door so that she would not have to open it too wide. But it was also a little Close for comfort to that she dared not risk more than a small crack, just enough to see.
Judy repressed a gasp. Among the rumpled blankets of her sister's bed, she could distinguish Nancy's nakedly curving body, her legs lewdly splayed wide with. . . with.. . . she couldn't believe her eyes. . . with Ivan crouched between them, licking so loudly that even Judy could hear the slurping wetness of his big tongue. A strange burning sensation began to spread throughout her body but it was not sexual passion. It was jealousy! Her Ivan was making love to Nancy! She swallowed hard and founded herself rooted to the spot, bound to the torture of listening to the wet lapping. Her heart was pounding wildly. She had never seen two people make love before, never mind her sister and her very own dog!
"Ooh ,yes, darling, lick It ... lick It. "
Nancy was murmuring the same as she probably did with human lovers. Eat my cunt, darling! Eat it up! There's a good doggie!"
Eat my cunt! The passion that burned insanely within Judy's young body began to change and a tightening sensation caught at the pit of her belly as she slowly acquired yet another desire. What Ivan could do for Nancy, surely he would do for Judy! Eat my cunt! The obscene expression repeated itself in her mind over and over again.
Nancy was lying on her back with her knees raised high in the air, while I van crouched in between them. The feverishly aroused young sixteen year old had clutched the dog's massive head with both hands and was desperately grinding her nakedly exposed cunt up against the dog's mouth. Judy could see the animal's long wet tongue lash out snake-like and disappear into the soft hair-lined slit of Nancy's up thrustingly devouring cunt while low mewling sounds began to emit from her sister's contorted mouth. The depraved scene was beyond anything Judy would have imagined could really be possible.
"Harder, darling! Lick harder," Judy heard Nancy exclaim in an almost unrecognizable voice. "Yes! Yes! Like that! Oooohh! "
Judy stood absolutely hypnotized by the salacious sights and sounds in the bedroom. The dog had begun to whimper tremulously as his tongue lashed along Nancy's wetly glistening pussy slit, and instead of feeling absolute revulsion, Judy was experiencing now the light-fingered throb of anticipation deep up between her own quaking thighs. Gradually the exciting sensations increased as the, dog began wagging his long thick tail and bobbing his softly creased head furiously, making bestial, moistly licking noises over Nancy's nakedly splayed- open cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhh," the sensually aroused oldest sister groaned, raising responsive goose bumps that rippled across Judy's tanned arms up to her-heaving up thrust breasts which were beginning to rise and fall heavily, distending and scratching her stiff nipples against the jersey lining of her bathing suit.
It seemed to Judy that the longer she watched; the more easily she could see, the more detailed her vision. Now she noticed how pink was Ivan's lashing tongue and how fervidly he was licking at Nancy's tight little cuntal hole. Judy, by standing on tiptoe could just see her sister's face in the mirror over her bureau, how contorted it was above her nakedly swaying breasts, and she gave a sympathetic shudder as Nancy jerked her legs high until her kneecaps were touching her jiggling, stiff nippled tits, exposing the whole moist-pink plane of her wetly glistening cunt to the hungrily devouring mouth of the big dog. The huge animal adjusted his position between Nancy's wide-parted thighs and deeply growled as though deep inside her little cunt hole was a bone he could barely reach. He flicked his long slippery tongue into the tight little brownly puckered anal hole beneath, and Judy's eyes almost leaped from her head at the lasciviously strange sight and at her older sister's wild response.
"Oooooohhhh, so goooood!" she moaned ecstatically as she clenched her blue eyes tightly shut, her smooth pink lips baring back over her teeth at the obviously lewdly thrilling sensation it sent uncontrollably over the nerve-wires of her nakedly squirming body. She whined again, writhing her hips up furiously at the hot, flicking animal tongue licking so obscenely at her small anal opening, urging Ivan on with delicate caresses of her fingers over his smooth golden-haired head.
Judy hardly dared breathe now, the exciting rasping escaping her own throat and lungs had become so loud. Her mouth was hot and dry and the churning sensation up between her thighs caused her to clamp them tightly together, making her aware of her own flowing wetness. Unconsciously, she reached down and sensually stroked her delectably tingling little pussy mound. Never before had she felt so prudently fascinated, so weak-kneed, so... so excited about what she intended to make her turn! The strange sight of a dog licking a young girl's cunt held her irresistibly spellbound. Her own little burning tits began to throb painfully in her escalating lewd desire. She found herself thinking now not about all the boys she knew but about all the male dogs with their long thick panting tongues!
Ivan arched his back, his head pointing down as though he'd stopped at his water bowl for a cool drink, and began swiping his pink tongue around Nancy's little pussy lips almost angrily, or so it seemed to the naive fifteen year old girl watching. Nancy's eyes had opened wide and then wider still, her hands clenching frenziedly at Ivan's thick-furred gold and black neck. Both girl and dog were bound together by an inexplicable passion that threatened to tear Judy's senses into disbelieving their own evidence.
Suddenly the older sister jerked up wildly on the bed, her long chestnut hair spilling in dark rivers over her whitely straining young breasts. "I'm cuummminnnnggg! Cummmmming!" she half screamed into the room, finally crooning off into a weird little wail as she choked and sputtered and writhed out her lewd satisfaction with the great animal.
Judy backed out of the doorway and lowered the latch just as Ivan was moving away from his satiated companion. She turned and stumbled blindly into her own room. She was totally stunned and so aroused that she didn't bother to close the door behind her. Her mind was consumed with the idea of Ivan and the fire that was raging lewdly through her wetly virginal cunt. Her demanding sexual need had reached a level that was torturous when she heard the scampering of Ivan's paws through the thinly partitioned walls and finally the sound of her sister's door opening.
"Good doggie!" she heard Nancy say. "Go ahead downstairs now!" The bathroom door opened and closed before Ivan's nails sounded on the stairs.
"Ivan!" Judy called, exerting herself to find the breath to call naturally. "Ivan, don't you want to go to the beach?" she asked at the top of her voice. "Ivan!" she shouted as loudly as she could, but the dog had already heard her before and was scrambling back up the stairs to the attic. He careened into the room in a wild dash and leaped into the bed beside her, licking wildly at the hand that was trying to scratch his head. She started to wrestle with him, but in ways she had never thought of before, throwing the length of her hot little body against his and pressing her suit covered little pussy slit onto his back bone. Listening for Nancy to come out of the bathroom, Judy even slipped her visibly throbbing tits out over the top of her suit to press the stiffened cherry-colored nipples onto his heated body. But then she heard the bathroom door bolt slip back and hastily, she pulled her suit back on. There was no need for Nancy to come by Judy's room to go downstairs, but hearing the noise, she did peek in., "Hi! You taking Ivan to the beach?" she asked.
"Yeah," Judy answered, trying to sound as much like her old tomboyish self as possible. Roughly, she reached out to take a swinging cuff at Ivan's ear as though they were boxing as they often did. A slightly patronizing smile finally spread over Nancy's face.
"Okay, well I'll see you later. I'm going over to the casino," the older girl said, leaving.
"Bye," Judy responded, uninterested. As soon as she heard that her sister had reached the lower landing, however, she bounded from the bed, closed her door, and propped a chair against the latch to hold it down. Even if the chair couldn't hold the latch from opening, she thought, at least she would hear any intrusion.
Ivan had followed his mistress off the bed, expecting that they were on their way to the beach. When she looked at him now, he was staring quizzically at the barricaded door, but still waiting with wagging tail and grinning teeth for her to remove the chair and let them out.
"Ivan?" she asked tremulously. He looked up at her and then back at the door. Slowly she began to peel the white suit from her tanned body until when he glanced over again, the shepherd started to watch her. He whimpered, but she didn't know whether it was because he was impatient to leave or because he animalistically sensed the erotic heat that was building between her trembling thighs. She shivered lustfully as she moved around the room and took the first step toward the bed, feeling as though she were being driven by the devil himself. Well, Nancy had done it and if Nancy could do it, so could she! Obscene ideas she'd never even thought about before were whirling through her sensually aggravated brain, but she dismissed them as beyond possibility. Nancy would know and do anything possible, she thought, so she had better abide by her sister's example and keep her weird ideas in check. Besides, she figured that if dogs ever did fuck girls then once her legs were splayed as far as possible out to the sides; well he would do his own thing, probably!
"Come here, Ivan darling," she called him, situating her nude body on the bed, and in order to be able to see him better, propping her hips on both plump pillows so that her luscious little pussy slit was on top where she could watch his thick tongue dart down inside.
"Ivan, come on, darling. Come on the bed with Judy," she pleaded, a note of desperation quivering in her voice. Maybe he wouldn't do it unless he wanted to! He came to the side of the bed, first looking into her face and then glancing with what seemed like indifference at the rest of her nudely exposed body. She was beginning to feel slightly ridiculous, and yet maybe he was feeling the dog-equivalent of "Surprise," she thought. This was not what she and Ivan usually did together, and who knew how long Nancy had been doing with him. She began to coo. . "Come on, sweetie, that's it. Look at Judy. Come look at Judy's... Judy's cunt!" Finally, hesitantly, the dog leaped onto the bed. He glanced briefly at her openly splayed pussy but still he looked into her eyes quizzically as though he were not quite sure that she really wanted him to touch her even though she was obviously exposing her dark-fringed, moistly scented cunt to him!
"Come on, Ivan! You did it for Nancy! Lick it for Judy! Lick Judy's hot little pussy for her," she whispered, suddenly remembering that she was not exactly alone in the house. Just thinking about what she was saying and doing caused frantic jolts of raging excitement to charge through her. She watched eagerly as the dog finally moved closer, the sight of that alone was enough to cause a trembling weakness to start in her knees and travel dawn through her thighs and into her spine. God, she felt as though she were made of gelatin. Unimaginable, sensations of frenetic lust stabbed within her nakedly exposed little pussy when she realized that he was really going to lick there up between her shivering thighs! Oaaaahhhhh, this was beyond anything she'd even imagined it would be. She trembled thrillingly, screwing her hips up and splaying her pussy just as far as it would splay in order to expose as much of her fire- filled cunt to him as possible.
He moved forward so that his head was just over her thighs, and she reached forward to tassel his head softly. His onyx eyes were glimmering with what she interpreted as lust as he stared at her with a sudden glare of fierce animalism. Then lowering his muzzle and perking up his ears, he bent down closer until his cool wet nose touched the delicate strands of her dark covering of curling pussy hairs.
"Oh, God! Oh, yes, like that! Oh, Ivan darling! Like that!" Judy gasped as the mighty animal's tongue began licking her with fervent greed aver her quiveringly sensitive young pussy flesh down between her sensuously spread thighs. All that was on her mind was that once again she was going to cum, just from having Ivan lick her passion slick open cuntal hole as she now wrapped her long slender legs around his stately neck. Oh, how wonderful it was and how much more wonderful was this orgasm going to be than the one before! Ivan's lewd wet licking was far beyond anything she had expected! Now she understood what had driven Nancy to let the dog do the same thing to her.
Again and again and again she felt the curling, fiery, sapping tongue, and she lifted her head to watch him licking downward into her upraised virginal little pussy hole and over her sensitively throbbing nakedly inflamed clitoral bud. "Oooohhhhh," she heard her own urgent whine mingle with the bestial paths of excitement that came from the dog. She could feel his hot breath taunting her delicate covering of sparsely curling little chestnut hairs and heard him whimper as his magic tongue lapped the lustfully erect clitoris. How irresistibly his thick tongue splurted down between her widely spread asscheeks to lick up over her rubberily snug, brown anal mouth, the hot tip suddenly curling in to tease her with its wet desire. She found herself lewdly wishing that it could go in, in, in! Oooohhhh! The tongue then coursed, back up to her searingly impassioned cunt lips, and she shivered as he drew its burning wetness upward over the full length of her hot little pussy. Again and again he licked, cleaning through her softly yielding ass slit like a hot knife through butter. Nor did the blissfully caressing tongue stop but splayed wide her swelling pussy lips in rapid strokes, swiping up and down her quakingly throbbing cunt flesh with increasing speed, bringing a lewd pleasure so ecstatic that she longed to scream with all her might! At last, he lunged in a far invading burst deep into the responding heat of her deliriously craving, pulsing cuntal mouth. She moaned, spasming in rapture beneath his oral, fucking, her eyes lustfully feeding on the spectacle that she and her Ivan were making.
"That's it, Ivan, lick my little pussy! Fuck it hard with your wet tongue!" she cried as, again and again the black and gold shepherd's scorching pink tongue eagerly grazed over her quiveringly seething loins, from the snug, tightly-puckered brown rubber opening of her anus to her shamelessly aroused, invitingly red cavern of sensitive pussy flesh. At its peak, the wet tongue hesitated, penetrating the liquid flesh to flick skillfully at the palpitating pink clitoral erection, fanning the growing flames inside Judy as though it were a hotly blowing bellows. The indecent spell worked on her by the experienced dog had brought her to the point of abjectly squirming surrender, and the young former tomboy moaned gutturally as each lust-teasing lick sent her nudely splayed young body into further erotic spasms.
She recalled how Nancy had brought her knees up to her breasts earlier, and now Judy obscenely raised her quivering legs as far as possible, to give Ivan the greatest possible access to her nakedly exposed hot little cunt. Then she heard her own whines blending with his while he continued devotedly lashing his pink wet tongue across the fluidly slippery pink pussy-flesh up between her thighs and asscheeks.
"Aaaaaahhhhhggggg! I'm... I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggg!" she moaned, almost unable to suppress the volume of her cry while she writhed under the delectable presence of the canine tongue as though she were having a fit. Ivan kept up the delicious tonguing over her wildly convulsing cunt for a few moments more and then whined, wagging his tail, his eyes flicking to the barricaded door.
"Oh, Ivan, you wonderful, wonderful animal," she sighed, rolling herself from the bed, reaching languidly for her bathing suit. She didn't even feel like going to the beach now, but she had promised the dog and after all, one good turn deserved another!
Chapter Three
Nancy loved the casino in summer. In winter it was a pretty dead place with nothing open but the little corner store that had no specialty but junk like a few canned goods, a scattering of cheesy clothes, drug items, candy, magazines, school supplies, and a shoe polishing chair although Nancy had never seen Mr. Onyx polish any shoes on it. In the winter the entire beach area was dead although it had not seemed that way to Nancy in her preteen years now that she thought about it. She used to play detective with the local kids. They had the sand dunes to chase criminals over and Mr. Onyx's dirty junky store to pretend was a front for a drug ring or some other nefarious type of racket. When the other parts of the casino, the bowling alley, the movie theatre, the slot machine arcade, and the dance hall were boarded up for the winter, the huge rambling building with its blind alleys and inevitably broken windows lent just the right TV-style deserted atmosphere to make Mr. Onyx's open store look mighty suspicious, at least to an F.B.I. made up of nine and ten year olds! Once the preteens moved into their teen years, however, the boarded casino meant only that all of the fun and excitement had been put away for the winter.
But now another summer was underway and the bowling alley was always filled with strange young men from the exciting cities, men with new tans and muscular chests who were very generous about asking pretty young natives to bowl, especially, Nancy had noticed young, if those natives knew how to gyrate the ass well when they rolled the ball! If she could gyrate, then she found these young men generous in many other ways as well from sodas to parties to luscious nights in bed. Nancy had learned how to swing her tight little ass and carry her upthrust tits enticingly just as soon as she had developed anything worth looking at. At twelve she had had to do a little padding but it was all natural now, she sighed, proudly contemplating the successes she had known and self-consciously pulling her jersey down tighter over her well formed young breasts. She wandered the length of the bowling alley. Most, of the young, men were probably still at the beach on such a beautiful day, yet every alley was being used if by a disproportionate number of older people. . Disappointed, she was meandering along the boardwalk, by the slot machine arcade when she thought she recognized one of the players" . . two of them, Phil and Saul, who had just checked out from the Thorne's that morning. They had been in number seven, if she remembered correctly. Saul was leaving but Phil was just bending over the football machine. She stopped.
"Phil!" she exclaimed, grinning and moving toward him. The young man's eyes flickered up, clouded over, and bent back to what he was doing. Nancy was left blinking. Perfect strangers never treated her like that. Perhaps he had not recognized her!
"Phil!" she called again, coming up close to him, but still he continued to play as though he hadn't heard. It was obviously deliberate. Nancy felt deeply embarrassed, a blush spreading over her lovely face.
"Oh, well," she said acidly, unable to help herself, "after the mess Olivia had to clean up in your room, I guess you're ashamed to face any of us!" It was not the best remark to make to a customer, Nancy thought, but Thorne's never had to beg for customers anyway. With that she turned on her heel to leave.
Suddenly she felt her arm seized. "How come Olivia had to clean it?" he asked. He had seen Olivia making beds in the short two weeks he had stayed at the Thorne's, but he had never seen her cleaning the rooms. He always thought hired help did that, and he was ashamed. There had been a few cans of beer they couldn't finish last night and they had a water gun fight, he and Saul.
"Well, because it, was her turn. Ouch!" the startled girl said, pulling her arm from his tight grasp. "Why shouldn't Olivia. . . ?" But she had a couple of years experience at reading male expressions now and was startled by what she saw. "Oooooh!" she exclaimed then with a sly grin. "My little sister has an admirer!"
"Don't be silly," he said snappily. "She's much too young for. . . for that sort of thing," he ended lamely. "I just thought . . . well. . . she seemed to look up to me somewhat and I . . . I know the room was kind of . . . " While he searched for the right word, she interrupted with a smile and a sudden flirtatiously friendly voice . .
"It sure was!'" There was no need to tell him she hadn't really seen it but had guessed by the amount of work she saw Olivia doing when she had gone by. "At least you don't have to worry about her looking up to you now," she continued.
He smiled painfully. "I guess not. All the same I'd rather . . . "
She waited and finally had to ask, "Rather what?"
He shifted his feet nervously. "Well, I'd rather she didn't know I was still on the beach, if you don't mind," he said at last.
Nancy had not thought it unusual to find him in the casino after he had checked out. People usually did pack up their car and then hang around the rest of the day before heading home. God, why pay for another night when you didn't need the bed? But from the way he spoke, she realized that he may have shifted his lodgings. Instead of asking him directly, she said innocently: "Of course not. Where are you staying now?"
"Oh, Saul and I just joined a friend in a house up back for another week. We couldn't arrange our vacations exactly together. All we could get was one week over lapping." He felt obligated to explain even though she sighed and evidenced disinterest. She had not once dropped her flirtatious manner and now Phil noticed, feeling a responsive tingling shoot through his groin. Olivia was precociously voluptuous but Nancy did have a few years on her sister and it showed. Yet, if he had his choice . . . but no! He had definitely decided to steer clear of the thirteen year old. Cripes! He shuddered to think of the trouble such an entanglement could cause if they were ever caught! Fucking a sixteen year old was against the law, but no one cared about the law as far as abroad that old was concerned. It was tacitly assumed that a sixteen year old knew what she was getting into. . But thirteen? Maybe he'd come back in a couple of years. Well, cripes, he would come back!
Now Nancy was sidling up next to him in front of the slot machine, her sensually rising and falling breasts scant inches away from his chest. The cock-tease! That's all she is, he thought, convinced that Olivia would never become as promiscuous as her oldest sister! The smartest thing he could do was to get out of the arcade and even the casino before she became aware of the licentious effect her seductiveness was having on him. Already a burgeoning erection was straining impatiently against his slacks. But he was afraid not to be nice to her. She was Olivia's sister, and he did not want Olivia hurt, not for the world! He heard himself say: "You want to ride around? You know, give you something to do. I'm kind of at loose ends myself," he smiled and shrugged loosely with the gesture that said he didn't know quite what to do with himself.
"Oh, I'd love that, Phil, honey." She brushed a loose strand of her chestnut hair from her forehead. "There's nothing I enjoy more than riding around. Maybe we could go up back behind the marsh somewhere. There are some beautiful views from the hills. I'll show you!" She followed him to his car smiling, her rounded ass waggling in a ball bearing motion under her short jean skirt, and climbed into the front beside him.
A few minutes later, Phil was driving away from the beach toward the hills behind the river and marshlands. The hills dipped in and out of a forest of pines and he knew what the view was like because he had been up there, but he didn't tell her that. She was pointing out which road to take and he obeyed directions, veering up a steep incline and coasting down a deserted, tree-lined road. They drove for some time, following the dirt path up into the bluffs that would be high enough to give a good clear view of the Pacific. It took them away from the town and beach peninsula where Nancy lived to another town and a very beautiful spot that Phil had not found before. Here the hills became cliffs right up over the water. He pulled up to the edge and parked. They could see what looked like a couple of swimming seals in the distance. Other than that the only life around seemed to be a seagull now and then.
Nancy broke the silence. "So Olivia's too young," she remarked as though off-hand.
"At thirteen!" he exclaimed, hoping that his tone of scornful surprise would convince her that his relationship with the youngest Thorne sister had been strictly of the purest sort. But she wasn't really thinking about Olivia at all but merely trying to be suggestive.
"Am I too young?" she then asked, her eyes glinting under her lashes as she looked at him sideways.
"You!" he gasped as though the breath had been knocked out of him. Cripes, she was an experienced, hardened whore and he knew it. "
"Well, yes!" she chirped with mock innocence. "I mean you brought me all the way here and haven't even kissed me yet! I'm beginning to think the only person on your mind is Olivia!" Nancy had no idea how close to home she had hit. She knew that there had been some shy interest and flirtations going on but never guessed that her little sister had actually given herself to him. Poor Phil didn't know what she knew! He considered the possibility that the best way to allay suspicion might be to make the pass at Nancy which she seemed to want. For a moment he pretended disinterest although his wildly throbbing cock was ready to rip right through his slacks. It would be his first infidelity to Olivia, but then, being separated from her all winter, it would very likely not be his last, either. He noticed that Nancy took a deep shuddering breath, which made her generous round tits wobble enticingly. She sure knew the ropes!
"I was considering a kiss," he said finally, and she immediately leaned closer to him so that he caught the delicate scent of her light perfume. Then somehow their lips were brushing, and her tongue was splurging softly into his slightly hesitant mouth.
She felt his brown eyes studying her voluptuously curving profile as he held back at his own side of the front seat. Above her short jean skirt tugging at her flat abdomen and slender waist, she wore a close fitting summer jersey that clung to her lushly ripened breasts, revealing the hard tips of her nipples. Her long thick chestnut hair spilled straight down in a cascade of waves, and she was well aware of how perfectly proportioned were her facial features from the side. She moved closer to him again, her hot little tits pressing suggestively forward, nudging against Phil, who clenched his teeth and sighed. Maybe Olivia would understand how important it was for him to do this to protect her reputation... if she ever found out.
Slowly, Phil's trembling hand began stroking down her slim uncovered arm curving nakedly out of her tight jersey, feeling the goosebumps rise responsively on her skin. He wanted to beg her not to tell Olivia but Nancy was not the kind of girl he would trust. He looked down to find her looking back with blue eyes reflecting little flecks of light in her rousing passion, and he was reminded of how the sun glittered on mica in the sand. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at his obvious uneasiness. She liked this tentative approach for a change. It reminded her of the way it had been for her when she was twelve and the boys were always slightly afraid of getting involved. But she could hear his breath deepening rapidly, and his strong hand felt firmer and better on her tanned skin, sending little tingles of excitement down the sensitive nerve ends to all the erotic plains of her hot little body.
"Don't you want to touch my tits?" she asked in her growing impatience.
Phil gulped, trying to stop his heart from beating so rapidly by holding his breath. He tried to think of something else like going home, going back to college, anything! Because try as he might to forget, Olivia's sweet little face kept staring at him out of his own conscience. In spite of that, he worked his hand up the outside of her jersey to her full mounded, heaving tits, excitedly massaging the sensitive flesh through the thin fabric. He listened to her moan low in her throat when his fingers began tweaking at her responsively budding nipple, and he knew that the obscene pleasure was escalating to a salacious level that neither of them would be able to withstand.
"Oh, yessssss! Squeeze my breasts like that, Phil. It makes them feel so gooooooood!" she gasped. Trembling helplessly, she turned her head and met his lips on a crushing embrace. Her tongue slipped wetly between his hard white teeth and into his warm velvet mouth, probing uncontrollably now as the desire she'd been harboring for him since seeing him in the arcade began to flicker like lightening inside her belly.
"God, Phil, you're so nice... all that time wasted," she murmured around their wetly embracing tongues, letting his other hand slip down to her tapering waist and then up under her sweater. He wormed his hand into the cup of her thin cotton brassiere, squeezing her other resilient tit, kneading the soft warm flesh in his fingers.
A pair of gulls soared noisily over the car as they broke the kiss so that Phil could draw her jersey over her head. It tangled momentarily in the cloud of her dark hair, and almost as soon as it came free, she felt her brassiere straps being tugged down, loosened. It was strange, but no matter how many times it happened to her it was as though it were happening for the first wonderful time. Nancy leaned forward, letting him unhook the plain brassiere that she wore because it showed her nipples instead of hiding them behind a seam. A sensational burning pleasure spread fiercely through her wetly tingling loins. She saw his eyes widen as her provocatively large breasts leaped and jellied before his face. She shook them a little more than necessary to see him half-gasp as he stared avidly at the nakedly exposed mounds. Her small round nipples were a delicious deep pink, more delicate and finely formed that he had expected, like Olivia's.
"Cripes, Nancy, you're... beautiful," he admitted, staring at the twin white peaks of young flesh that stood out against her tan like snow-topped mountains in a desert. .
"I like to hear you say that, Phil. It makes me feel.. . ooooohhhhhh," she was cut off as he began to suck and knead her nakedly quivering tits. She turned to him on the car seat, her voluptuous body quivering beside him as he continued sucking and moving his slippery tongue up and down in a slow tantalizing motion over her stiffening nipples.
"Oh, Phil, do you know what I want to do?" she asked breathlessly.
"What
is it?" he asked, fully expecting her to want to crawl over into the back seat.
"I want to suck your cock!" she announced abruptly.
"Oh, cripes! Yes!" Blushing at the speed of her aggressiveness, he opened his slacks and rapidly pulled his jockey shorts down over his long cum-filled throbbing cock that sprang up with sudden pulsating strength. Then he was guiding her hand to his long thick-ridged pole and she was instinctively clasping her hand around its throbbing head. She began jerking Phil's fully erect, blood-filled prick in one hand and closed her eyes to listen to his heavy male breathing. She pulled closer to him on the broad front seat and continued stroking his eagerly throbbing cock, sliding the smooth flesh up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that caused him to move his pelvis back and forth. Bright sunlight radiated around them through the car window, lending a golden aura to her supple young body and glinting off the shiny, liquidly secreting head of his blood-swollen cock. He found his breath crashing against his ribs in time with the sound of waves thrashing the cliffs below.
Olivia's sister nudged Phil to move up on the car seat and then lowered her experienced young head to a scant few inches from his lust-inflated cock-head until he begged.
"Cripes, yes! Suck my cock!" he panted hoarsely.
Now she was shifting her weight and bending over again beside him. He sat tensely waiting, his rigidly throbbing cock pointed up at a forty-five degree angle from his body, then raising his eyes, he could see Nancy's curving breasts in the rear view mirror.
" Jesus! " he groaned as she positioned her body close beside him, seeming to take and eternity about it, her breasts dangling erotically and her delicately rounded asscheeks barely covered by the flowered bikinis she still wore and lifted slightly off the seat. Somewhere in the back of his lust-crazed mind, he thought what an oversight it had been on his part to leave her panties on so he couldn't see her hot little pussy-hole up between her thighs. But now he forgot all else but the fact that she was holding his thickly throbbing hardness tightly between both, hands, stroking it between her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused her sister's secret lover to undulate his own rock-hard buttocks in time to her maddening rhythm.
"Damn it! Keep it up! Keep doing that to my cock!" Phil intoned to the sensuous figure bending so enticingly over his prick.
Nancy's shining chestnut head lowered toward his long thick hardness and her tongue flicked out wetly, the tip boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the seeping slit at the end.
"Cripes!" he sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact. There were fierce chills rippling along the back of his spine, forcing a groan from his lips. He'd never expected Olivia's luscious oldest sister to do something like this, in spite of her reputation. It was almost too good to be true! He watched as she brought her ovalled wet mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of his hard, thickly pulsating cock in a soft warm pressure that was so incredibly exciting he almost came right up inside her hot little throat at that moment. She was obviously experienced at this kind of thing, and the heat of her mouth and the way she used her gripping, petting lips were absolutely fantastic, he thought. She tightened them in a pink elastic band just below the pulsating cock-head, trapping his straining shaft inside the warm wet caverns of her soft mouth.
"Oooooooooohhhh," he stared down at the young teenager's lust-contorted face.
The sight of his cock sunk half-way between her greedily sucking lips increased the erotic sensation tenfold. His stiffened prick glistened like the wave-washed rocks below as it began, to move in and out between her moistly encompassing hungry lips. Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she massaged the velvety resilient skin of his testicles with her sensitive fingers. She stroked his blood filled cock's rigidity between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated cock, The young vacationer could feel her hotly quivering tongue twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his throbbing cock-head at the apex of withdrawal, the dancing tip flitting across the tiny opening end, He flexed his buttocks, watching her beautiful head bobbing salaciously up and down below, Her long swirl of chestnut hair tickling his tense abdomen. The inciting vision of her naturally red mouth encasing his wildly hammering cock was almost painful in its lewdness.
Nancy could feel the throbbing reaction in his flooding loins and began to suck a little harder, digging her fine white teeth gently into the hard resisting pole of flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood form beneath the skin's surface, She felt his hands drop into her hair, entangling themselves and pulling her even closer to him. She liked this position. It gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on his wonderfully hot throbbing cock.
Reaching under his tightly fleshed ass, she cupped the rock-hard globes of flesh, pulling his jerking groin up tighter into her face. Her pink wet tongue swirled around the warm bulbous head furiously until Phil thought he would scream, feeling near the point of explosion as she took almost all of his rigid shaft deeply up into her wet throat. As she licked on the glistening wet flesh like a shark devouring a leg, he felt all of himself, every nerve he possessed, concentrated down there in his ecstatically jerking, blood-bloated burgeoning prick.
"Cripes, Nancy, "he rasped, "where did you ever. . . ."
She gurgled something around his long thick rod but he was not interested enough in the answer to stop thrusting his burning rod between her tightly ovalled lips. It seemed to him that she must choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on. Her lewd mouth pulled up the full length of the impatiently pulsing, cum filled cock, drawing on him like a vacuum cleaner. The pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and almost unbearable, and his long hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before. He was going to cum in her mouth! In her mouth! Cripes! She was going to let him do it! She was going to make him do it! He couldn't believe it!
As he watched her finely chiseled face working thirstily above his dark hairy body like a voracious calf sucking desperately on its mother's teat, greater swirls of heat built deep, deep in his churning balls than he had ever felt in his life. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling from her hotly quivering tits, too, as she bucked over him, trying to make him spurt his white hot cum down her gluttonously sucking throat.
"Oh, cripes! Oh, Christ! Oh, oh Jeeeeeeesuzzzzzz!" he groaned into the sunlit brightness of the car. As he arched his back up off the seat pushing even farther between the hot clasping moistness of Olivia's sex-crazy sister's hot lips, the muscles on his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure. He groaned over and over again, his mouth working and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth.
Suddenly he gasped!
A low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in, his chest as he felt the building gush of impatient sperm begin its mad dash from the reservoir of his exploding balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Succccckkk meeeee!" he moaned, the tendons on his thighs stretching like the rubber band of a sling shot.
Nancy's frustrated young cheeks expanded and hollowed like the gasping gills of a fish as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went on sucking avidly as he emptied, his, heated white sperm into the soft wetness of her mouth. His feverish hands tangled in her long hair, holding her head to the hot eruption of his loins as he rammed the madly jerking, spewing prick all the way down to her tonsils.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhh! " the young teenager coughed, swallowing to regain her breath. Phil moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete fulfillment. His still half-erect cock was deflating in her mouth but Nancy continued the hungry sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm-tasting semen from her little sister's depleted first lover. Soberly, Phil wiped off his limp tingling cock with a handkerchief and then pulled up his shorts and slacks. Slightly shamefaced, he pretended to turn his head as Nancy straightened herself, glimpsing her in the mirror as she pulled the thin white cotton brassiere over her ripely swelling breasts.
Moments later, Phil pulled the car impatiently back from the cliffs and started back to the peninsula. Nancy sat close beside him, trying to make out if he were hurt or angry about her aggressiveness. Some liked it and some didn't, she knew. But usually when they didn't, they tried to take over and he hadn't tried at all. Maybe he was just naive for his age. She knew there were men like that just as there were, women, girls like Judy, for example. She had kind of hoped he would want to satisfy her, at least, but obviously things hadn't worked out that way. God, she thought, my hot little pussy can't take much of that with a creep who's all take and no give, she thought. Of course, maybe he intended to take her back to his pad! But he didn't. He didn't even drive her home, but parked his car in almost the same spot it had been when they got in outside the casino.
"Thanks," he said with a weak smile and didn't even get out to open her door for her. She glared at him while she opened the door for herself. There was plenty of game around the casino for Nancy Thorne, but she could not resist saying in an icy tone of voice: "You're not welcome!"
Chapter Four
Judy Thorne, with Ivan close beside her, had started down to the beach and then doubled back and turned toward the casino. She told herself that she wanted a bag of popcorn. She even told Ivan. "Want, some popcorn?" The big dog was in a very good mood today, and much as he would liked to have scampered along the beach, trying to find a bitch to ease his frustrations on, he didn't mind pampering his suddenly changed mistress with a side trip to the casino. He didn't like popcorn as much as he liked bitches in heat, but he could bide his time. Besides, this seemed to be a day of surprises and he could hardly wait for the next one!
Surprisingly though, Judy didn't go directly to Mr. Onyx's store where the big glass popcorn machine could be seen in the window, the corn with its soft insides turned out dancing wildly inside like a case of overgrown sage fleas. Instead, she tried walking to the bowling alley the way Nancy always did. Yet she couldn't help but keep one hand locked in Ivan's heavy collar, and she was terribly afraid that her rubbery knees were not going to carry her all the way. Dressed in the smooth white bathing suit, her darkly tanned body drew many eyes, but she looked so frightened and the dog was so big that none of the young men dared approach. After the bowling alley, she tried the slot machine arcade with the same results although her knees felt somewhat stronger and on the way back, courageously let go of Ivan's collar. Nothing happened! She was sure she saw interest, but maybe that was only wishful thinking!
Almost sobbing, she turned on her heel and almost ran to Onyx's store, her lush round tits cutting the air before her. Ivan liked the burst of speed not only because he enjoyed the lightness of having to trot but because it meant they would at last go to the beach! Finally she heard it, the long wolf whistle, and with the instincts born in every female, she knew that it was for her. Just as she opened Onyx's door, she turned to glance behind her, her relief making her forget her nervousness and allowing a pretty smile to spread across her face, stretching her mouth over her lovely white teeth and causing her eyes to dance in self conscious pleasure. Goodness! Racing up to her was Saul, the guy who had just checked out of seven with Phil what's his name!
He caught the door just as it was going to close after her and the word "Nancy" was almost to the brim of his lips when he stopped short with surprise and then uncertainty. For Christ sake, it was Judy! "Hi Judy," he stammered as he stared at her from head to toe, not missing a single detail of her long, curly chestnut hair and the crease between her blossoming tits that looked as though they were going to pop out of the top of her suit at any moment. It's funny. He had seen her in the white suit before but had never noticed that it was too small for her. There between her legs, he could now see how it ground into her little pussy slit.
"Hi, Saul," she greeted in return, more warmly than he would expect from Judy. Hell, maybe she wasn't the tomboy everybody made her out to be although she seemed to act like one the two weeks he spent at her old lady's place.
"What are you doing?" he asked, uncomfortable with the itch in his hardening cock. "Going to the beach?"
"Getting some popcorn," she said trying desperately to recall how her sister said such things so winningly. She kept forgetting to smile, damn it! And she knew her eyes were a little too wide with nervousness. Still, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a couple of quarters.
"Here, let me get some for both of us," he suggested. "Then let's go for a walk on the beach, okay?" He could see that she was nervous now. She wasn't used to this sort of thing at all, not like Nancy. Maybe she was looking to get started and Christ, he, thought, staring a moment into her plunging neckline, he sure as hell couldn't object.
It was when he ordered the two bags of popcorn that he saw his roommate escorting the oldest Thorne sister to the car. He wondered if they were headed for the house and if so, what he should do. Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Ivan enjoyed the walk on the beach as much as Judy did. In fact if he hadn't found a willing female dog on which to vent his built up frustrations, he might have made it into the house with his mistress and have been able to protect her from what happened. As it was, he could only race around the old porch of the summer cottage barking his fool head off while nobody at all paid any attention!
Judy had never even had a drink before. She had no idea whether her mother approved or disapproved. There had simply never been any alcohol in the house, probably because her mother never thought of it. To all of the Thorne girls, Mrs. Thorne was a distant phenomenon, who paid the bills, scrubbed and painted by day, and did the bookkeeping by night.
"Yes," she told Saul when he asked her. She would like very much to try a daiquiri. He opened a little closed desk in the corner of the room and she saw that it was a bar. He took out two glasses and went briefly to the kitchen for ice and lime. Judy looked around her at the old couch and the ancient faded wallpaper. Whoever owned it certainly didn't paint this place once a year the way her mother painted theirs. It was undoubtedly rented. Most of the beach property was. It could even be someone's home. Some of the local residents, the natives, as tourists called them, were in the habit of moving out of their homes in the summer to get the high rents they were able to charge. She brushed her sandals over the worn Persian carpet, wondering how many years of dirt and spilled drinks it had known without being cleaned. It certainly looked grimy!
Now Saul was back, handling her the cold, long stemmed glass, full of a white, cloudy liquid.
"Cheers!" he toasted with a big smile and a kind of glazed, searching look in his eyes. He was a clean looking guy with freckles and straight blond hair and soft brown eyes. It had not even occurred to Judy to question his use of the house or why he had not gone home after checking out of Thorne's.
"Cheers!" she repeated after him, trying to look a lot more grown up than she felt. She sipped the bitter-sweet drink and wrinkled her nose.
"Like it?" he asked, offering his hand so that she automatically rose from the chair she was sitting in and followed him to the couch.
"It's good," she said, not having decided yet one way or the other but determined to be a "good sport."
"We have another week of vacation," Saul finally said, while they sipped, keeping his hands to himself for awhile. "Our pal, Bob Tenney, couldn't get his vacation with us this year except for one week so we chipped in the one week for a cottage. " He was studying her all the while out of the corner of his eye. Christ, he thought. She's going to have Nancy beat hands down. There was an exciting energy about this sister that excited him, that made him suspect that once she got the hang of it, she would be one damned good lay! "Can't have very good parties in a room," he felt obliged to explain. "Of course not," she agreed. Her big blue eyes were focused on the ceiling. There seemed to be dust motes floating in the air. Then all was quiet and she heard his deep breathing.
"Do you want another drink?" he asked suddenly.
"No thank," she answered, lowering her eyes, brushing her glance over the window and thinking in the back of her mind that she had seen Ivan's inquisitive expression momentarily in one of the panes. Saul was taking her glass from her then. She had not noticed that it was empty. You certainly didn't get much in one of these glasses. It reminded her of the size of a small coke when they filled it full of ice to take up the space. Suddenly his hand swooped down and came to rest on her naked inner thigh.
Judy gulped, staring down at his hand inserted up between her legs. She automatically clutched at his fingers, trying to pry them loose from her quivering inner thighs.
"Come on, Saul, stop it! LET GO!" she screamed loudly enough to bring Ivan's head back definitely to the windowpane. She saw him bark. She could even hear it. But Saul paid no attention whatever, moving his hand upward until his outstretched middle finger was pressing right into the suit covered crevice of her pussy. She jerked up in reaction, and again she heard Ivan's barking. He was scratching at the door, clawing at it!
"I thought that's what you came for," Saul told her, still smiling, unperturbed. He rubbed his fingers all the while up against her fearfully cringing cunt through her bathing suit. "To tell the truth," he kept on touching her there as he talked, "I thought that's why we both came, and I know we're both going to enjoy it," he whispered.
Judy knew very well that he was right about why she had come, and she had no idea why she was fighting it except, perhaps, that it was new to her.
"Just wait a minute," she sputtered. "I'm thinking ... Ok"
"Why don't you leave the thinking to me then" Saul asked softly, pushing her gently back against the sofa cushions while his fingers firmly pinched into the soft naked flesh just below her suit's tight elastic leg band. "Come on now," he continued. "The first thing to do is relax." He squeezed tighter until finally she opened her legs and felt him loosen his grip.
"L . . . like. . . that?" she asked in a quavering voice.
"More" he said. "Wider."
But Judy glanced up again at the windows. If anyone came onto the porch they could be seen, she thought. She tried to get up from the soft old couch, but Saul's muscular frame bending in front of her made that impossible. Her eyes widened at him. She felt just like a cat must feel when cornered by a dog. She had rescued a cat from Ivan once. The muscular, sandy-haired man pressed closer. Grabbing her shoulder with one hand, he dragged her sideways with him so they slipped down into the soft worn cushions.
"Great! Now I know what this big old thing is good for," he chuckled.
"W. . . what?" she asked, not knowing what else to do or say.
"For laying up memories, baby." She blinked at this information and tried to see the front windows again. The old porch outside made it impossible for the sunlight to pour through very strongly. Perhaps they couldn't be seen from outside, after all.
Saul was looking down at her t lying on the dark blue sofa, his eyes roaming over the heaving spheres of her tits, covered up over the nipples with bathing suit and above the nipples with goose bumps. He chuckled, inching closer on his side, planting his hand gently on the white smooth triangle covering her pussy mound. The helpless young fifteen year old jerked up from his touch on her cunt, but his grip on the back of her neck held her in place.
"Ooooohhh, Saul," she whimpered. "I just don't think I'm ready for this!"
"You will be he assured her with a smirking grin. Christ, how many times had he heard that from how many girls?
Judy fell back, only to twist up once more when his absently groping fingers began to squeeze at the firmly yielding flesh of her little asscheeks. Without warning he yanked at the bottom half of her suit, and finding it tight, quickly gripped it around the waist with his thumbs and pulled it down over her flat stomach and then over her naked little pussy mound and finally down her legs, leaving it dangling on one ankle. She could have stopped him. She made a half-hearted effort to try, but he kept on pulling, and she wasn't exactly displeased. When she realized that her whole bottom half was naked to his lewd gaze, a strange thrill flooded into her cunt. She could feel her legs quivering from the calves to the inner thighs. She gaped down at her nakedly exposed cunt and made an eager effort to cover the sparse brown pussy hairs with her young hands, but that was useless. When the bathing suit fell to the thin Persian rug below the sofa, she instinctively tried to sit up to retrieve it, but Saul used the opportunity to slide his other hand under her uplifted asscheeks, and then he began obscenely squeezing the fleshy full moons softly together.
"Tell me, Judy," he gloated when she fell back down. "Where do you think you would like to start? Would you like me to eat you down there or would you like to eat me?"
Judy was left speechless. She'd never even thought of these things before! What she had let Ivan do was. . . well. . . what other way was there with a dog? But with a man, she thought there was only one way! She turned her blushing face away from Saul. Somehow he had gotten her into this position where she was completely defenseless. As unbelievable as it seemed, she knew she was going to submit to whatever he wanted to do. And shivering at the pressure of his thickly erect, pants enclosed cock pressing against her naked thigh, she had the confused feeling that she was going to enjoy it! After all, it could not be any worse than letting her own sweet Ivan, a dog, lick her love-starved cunt.
Saul's hands moved back up her obediently spread thighs and rested just below her nakedly exposed little cunt lips for an instant before he began eagerly stroking her moistly trembling, defensively clenching little furrow. Judy shuddered and tensed as he continued circling his fingers over her sensitive cuntal flesh. After a moment he used his thumb and extended middle finger to spread her hair-fringed, hotly pulsating pink slit and exposed the tender pink clitoris, teasing it out to throbbing erection.
The terrified young fifteen year old was motionless with embarrassment. At least she knew Ivan. He was one of the family!
"Look," Saul then rasped hoarsely. "You don't have anything to gain by not cooperating. Give a little, baby."
His massaging fingers continued probing her warmly opening cuntal lips. Judy suppressed a groan as her tingling, openly spread young pussy rose up despite her shyness of his caressing fingers. She tried to stifle the lewd exotic sensation spreading through her entire trembling red cuntal cavern, out of simple fear of the unknown. Her body had certainly been betraying her lately! Whether she wanted this initiation or not. . . well . . she just didn't know!
"No, please leave me alone!" she moaned, and even to her own ears the pleading sounded phony.
Saul didn't answer anyway. He just nudged closer on the sofa, his hands continuing to work over the warm moistening flesh of her involuntarily responding sensitized pussy flesh.
"Reach in," he ordered her suddenly, "and take out my cock."
Another excited shudder passed through Judy's young belly at his demand. Oh God! What was happening to her? What had she gotten herself into? She really wanted to do it. She wanted to see his cum-filled hard cock, but it was wrong, she told herself sternly. She used all of her willpower to fight the unwanted sensuality, but her resistance crumbled as his hands coursed over her rapidly lubricating throbbing cuntal flesh. He had not yet gone into the tight little hole. He wanted her to hunger for that awhile. Soft ecstatic ripples of lewd pleasure spread through her trembling body, building more quickly than he knew to that very hunger, which was becoming so irresistible that she willingly relaxed her thighs still further. Like some mindless love-slave, she now turned to Saul, stretching out, one quivering hand, and obediently stroking the long thick bulge beneath his pants.
"The belt," he groaned, pivoting his hardness closer to her fingers so that she pulled timidly at, finally getting it unbuckled. He pressed against her, his stomach rubbing against her rippling little belly so that his zipper was easily within her grasp. She gripped the metal clasp and then closing her eyes, slowly slid it down. Saul's jockey shorts sprang out instantly, bulging with the obscene thrust of his thick throbbing lust-filled cock. "Look at it baby," he coaxed. "Go on, squeeze it! Touch it! That's what a prick is made for!"
In spite of her timidity, Judy moved her hands inside his shorts until she felt his hotly pulsating male hardness leap up eagerly into her flinching hand. She experimented, squeezing the soft-skinned, bone-hard rod tentatively. Then, pulling with her other hand the waistband, of his underwear, she tugged both his shorts and slacks half-way down his legs. Saul kicked them both off and-his sandals as well and lay down again. The young virgin could not help staring at the thick blue-veined cock that stood out only inches from her belly, the cock-head swollen an angry red and its skin stretched so tight it seemed to shine.
"Let's get your top off now and then we can fuck," Saul hissed, staring down excitedly at her fingers clasping around his hot throbbing stiffness. But he didn't wait, for her to respond. With his warmly pulsing cock still thrust into her cupping hand, he untied her top and exposed her proudly thrusting rosy nippled young tits and stared at them. "Good Christ," he, muttered in awe, and let the bathing suit top fall carelessly on the old rug, still gaping hungrily at her goose-bumped little nipples.
The young man began grinding his eagerly throbbing cock against her nakedly defenseless cunt as soon as he had taken off his own shirt.. He rubbed the lust swollen red cock tip against the delectable pink lips of her quivering wet cunt and used the knob of the bloated prick to trace a tantalizing path up and down her hair-lined pussy slit, teasing at it until the moist cuntal layers parted and his thick pulsing cock-head fit snugly within the wet and reddened slit.
"Damn it, Judy baby, you sure feel good," Saul murmured, grinding his hungry, burrowing cock slowly and steadily between her quivering pussy lips. He slid his prick over her wet cuntal crevice, fomenting a warm glowing sensation that spread from her sensitive swollen pink clitoris through her fevered hair fringed cunt lips and up into her wetly dilating creaming little hole. As the strangely exciting pleasure tingled through her throbbing belly, Judy rationalized away any need to struggle against him. It feels to good, she thought dimly, too delicious. Anyway, I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. So she surrendered to the torment of his rigid hot cock rubbing lewdly against her moist cuntal flesh until she realized that he was only seconds away from thrusting his long hard shaft of male flesh up into her belly!
"Saul, I don't think I can go all the way," she gasped. "It feels good, but. . Oh"
Her hips moved in eager little circles, rotating around his thickened hardness that rubbed so deliciously against her defensively clenched little cuntal hole. Slowly, involuntarily, she raised her knees until they were locked in place on either side of his naked white ass. His hairy legs teased against the backs of her thighs, expanding the lewd sensation in her hotly pulsating pussy down through the electrically charged nerve endings along her legs.
"Oooooohhhhh," Judy moaned at her defeat, sliding her heels up behind his knees and snaking her arm around his neck. "Mmmmmmmm, yes, Oh, God, yessssss!" she mewled into his open mouth. Saul jammed his wet tongue into her warm mouth and she immediately began sucking voraciously on it. Soft contented sounds mingled from between both of their lips.
In a few impatient grinding thrusts, she gyrated her hungry young cunt up against his lengthening hardness, trying to draw it immediately into her quivering virginal cunt. "Oooooh, that's it. Put it in me!" she cooed below him, sucking wetly on his lips as his pink tongue wormed deeper into her grasping Wet mouth.
Suddenly Saul pulled away and stared hungrily down at her firmly ripened tits swaying out gently toward her ribs and quivering with each panting gasp she made. "You ever done this before, baby?" he asked softly.
"Oh, yessssss! Do it to me!" she lied. She was literally out of control now and dying for him to fuck her with his long skewering cock.
Relieved to think she was not a virgin after all, Saul reached down between their sweat-streaked bodies and grasped his eagerly jerking cock. He positioned it right above the eager little opening to her heated cuntal flesh.
"What do you want me to do then? Go on, say it, baby."
"I want you to . . . please, fuck me!" she begged, even more stimulated by her own use of the obscene word. Oh, God she was sure ready. She could hardly wait an instant longer.
He placed the large rubbery cock head against her impatiently dilating cunt hole as though he were moving a guided missile into firing position. Pausing for a moment with an intuitive sense of uneasiness, Saul nuzzled the throbbing tip-end around in an impatient semi-circle until the tight elastic cuntal mouth suddenly gave way and with it his doubts. Then, unable to wait any longer, he thrust his hips forward and sluiced his long burgeoning member as far as he could the first time up into her moist, tight warmth. Judy screamed, her mouth contorting spasmodically, her tongue running madly over her wet, panting lips. He stopped and stared down into her red face, but she was gamely grinning.
"You. . .you sure you've done this before?" he asked skeptical.
"Y . . .yyesss . . . but not much," she added.
He took his time then, just the same, burrowing in only a little at a time until his sperm-bloated balls slapped flatly against her upturned asscheeks and both of them were groaning in lewd delight. Gradually her wet young cunt opened more easily for him as his hard thrusts forced her splayed thighs ever wider apart. The length and thickness of Saul's cum-filled cock was even greater than Judy and imagined when she had first released it from his fly. Now it filled her cuntal passage to burning completeness, brimming out at its base from her clinging wet folds and forcing her snug fitting little hole wider than seemed possible.
She gasped up at him, suddenly feeling how much she wanted this fucking even with all its pain. She was just as depraved as she considered Nancy and she wanted her depravity thrown back into her face in some way, to wallow in shame and humiliation. It was a feeling she had never known, as though he couldn't do enough to her.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk meeeee! Screwwwwwwwww meeeeeeeee," Judy screamed shamelessly, digging her strong fingers into Saul's nakedly pumping ass.
He raised up on all fours above her wantonly thrashing body like a terrifying gorilla or werewolf although all he was doing was permitting her tight grasping voracious cunt to suck hungrily up and down his cum-bloated cock at will.
"Ooooohhhh!" her voice strained with erotic tension. "Saul, fuck me like that! Oh, that's so wild! Do it! Screw me with your beautiful big cock!"
The muscular young blond slipped his hands under her frantically churning asscheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. Nancy Thorne's sexy little sister had gotten into it a hell of a lot faster than he'd expected. Of course, he'd thought she was a virgin. He could not help smiling at her uninhibitedly aroused moans, sensing that whoever had her before had never brought her to this level of crazy excitement! He mentally kicked himself. Christ! He'd spent two weeks at her place without even knowing she was available for, the asking! And he thought Phil and Olivia had wasted time! He felt how the shamelessly turned-on girl flexed her naked buttocks beneath his fingers and then jerked her impaled and inflamed cunt harder up on his hotly fucking cock.
Saul squeezed and fondled her smooth white asscheeks, letting the resilient flesh ooze like warm bread-dough around his fingers. Then slowly and methodically he slid one hand toward her tightly brown little anal hole, resting his outstretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above the tightly puckered little hole. He felt her nakedly quivering buttocks tense up beneath his hands when his fingertip nudged the small anal rubbery ring and then felt her unexpectedly push back with her ass, impaling herself on his fingers.
He pushed into her tightly clenching little asshole with a sudden thrusting stab, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack. "Aaaaarrrrggggh," she squealed up at him, thrashing her eagerly pumping asscheeks around in his cupping hands. Then, with a groan, she stiffened, waiting.
"Fuck, goddamnit!" Saul rasped, forgetting how little she knew. He pushed again and then grunted in satisfaction as she came down hard with her asscheeks assisting in the outrageous attack against her defenseless rubberily clinging rectal walls. The young man had lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle within Judy's almost locked little hole. Ecstatically he wormed it around in the warm buttery flesh, curling the fingertip so he could feel the ridge of his own heatedly pistoning swollen prick through the thin membrane that separated those two passages. Nancy's younger sister rotated her naked ass back onto his finger. Startled gasps bubbled from her lust contorted lips as she jerked her tightly clasping cunt up and down on his blood-hardened cock. The coinciding rhythms of obscene dual invasion pinioned her tightly so each burgeoning thrust sent her nakedly exposed body into wild new spasms.
"Oooooooohhh, Saul! It's so goooodd! So fucking good!" she groaned. Her fiery cuntal passage was moistening rapidly, and her rectum was now filled with his two fingers that thrust in and out in lewd rhythmic accompaniment. "Oooooooh, oh God! Go deeper, deeper, harder! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!" she begged, writhing and twisting madly beneath him, unable to control her rampant desire to be fucked by his hard plunging cock and sodomized by his fingers. Yes, it was depraved, but oh what feelings!
Wet smacking sounds reverberated through the living room of the old cottage, echoing back into Judy's consciousness. Dimly she was aware of her complete surrender to a whole new way of life, one that she had always considered degrading, but knowing that only made it worse. It just increased her obscene excitement! Her tossing young body was slick with perspiration now, even the area above the nakedly jiggling tits was wet. Judy's hard rippling belly and the sloping area above her pussy were hot with the liquid juices that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her moistly dilating cunt. And as his sperm-heavy balls slapped down hard on the moistened crevice between her rotating asscheeks, she could feel even more excited secretions pulsing out. In her mind she could visualize every lewd detail of what he was doing to her, his two outstretched fingers fucking far up into her tightly stretched rubberily clinging rectal walls merged with his thick deeply impaling cock until the two skewering shafts became one impaling sword, one long hard endless cock.
"Oh, do it! Do it! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" she chanted into his tousled hair. She was nearing orgasm. She swung her gripping thighs up around his back, waving her hollowing ass in freakish abandon from side to side as she spiraled her near-convulsing cunt up and down again on his ramming hard cock. "I Think am going to cum" he gasped.
She stiffened and her eyes grew wide. She screamed, "Not yet! Oh, no! Don't cum, not yet!"
But Saul hardly heard a word she was saying. He could feel the hot thick liquid amassed in the reservoir of his cum-filled balls churning as they beat a tattoo against her nakedly upturned asscheeks. He thrust his long pink tongue almost past her tonsils. With desperate kneading hands he clutched the fleshy cheeks of her flexing buttocks hard up against his battering pelvis, slamming his cum-spewing cock into her gluttonously naked cunt.
"Uuuuhhhhh, nnnooooooo!" Judy moaned in despair at the first feel of his scalding jets of cum. She could feel the turgid, pulsating head of his cock suddenly flare into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs, to burst right up and meet his tongue in her throat! His white hot cream continued to squirt and flood up inside her belly. She could feel his seething cum shooting into her with the consuming force of molten fire, sloshing around in her quivering belly like a pool of boiling hot lava.
Now what did a woman do, she wondered? Saul had been too quick for her. Perhaps if she hadn't already cum twice today. He continued to shoot the last of his semen, then, trembling in exhaustion, he relaxed on top of her naked body, panting deeply for several moments, before he finally lifted off. Rolling Onto her side, Judy started to speak, "Well, now what do I ..." Her young face froze in a horrified expression. There was a man standing in the doorway! How long he had been watching them, she had no idea. His eyes were glinting with insane excitement! He was undoing his belt buckle. She blinked her eyes for clearer vision. "Phil!" she exclaimed as she came to full consciousness and recognized the dark, handsome, mustached friend of Saul's. He was staring fixedly at Judy.
Saul was getting off the couch and jumping hurriedly into his clothes. "Why the hell did you come in?" he wanted to know, his blond eyebrows knitted in anger with his friend.
"An accident," he said. "I don't think the Thorne girls care particularly, do you?"
"Now wait a minute," Saul said, half-dressed now. He was still unhappy. "I didn't barge in on you!"
"Next time you're welcome, old buddy. In fact, there's a certain party we've got to talk about. . . later."
"Phil, I don't think Judy is used to..."
"Naw, Saul, one more ace is all I need. Look at her. She hasn't moved."
It was true. Judy still lay nakedly on the couch. In her stunned condition, she thought at first that she must be going crazy. Phil just never seemed to her like the kind of guy who would stay around anything like this. She kind of thought he was. . . well. . . a virgin like Olivia, like she herself was a few minutes ago. What kind of man. . . Then she felt foolish as she realized her own condition hardly warranted her considering other people's morality. Phil was completely naked now, his long fully erect cock menacingly waving at her as he approached the couch. It had not even occurred to her to get up and get dressed and she doubted now that she would be given the chance.
"Oooooohhh, for God's sake," she cried as her eyes took in the throbbing size of his rapidly thickening cock. Saul was shuffling around the room, looking edgily out the window as if he were expecting company. Damn him, Judy thought. Phil meant to fuck her, too, and Saul acted as though it were perfectly all right. Didn't a man defend his girl? "Saul?" she begged.
"Spread your legs wide, Judy, honey. I'm coming in now," Phil grinned in triumph above her. "From the looks of your hot little pussy you're as ready as I am!"
She thought she was going to faint from the terror as Phil jerked her thighs wider apart. He levered up over her his arms stiff, his hands pushing her shoulders back onto the couch. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking his virally throbbing enlarged cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the fleshy wet lips of her cunt. She could see Saul's legs over her head as he slumped in a chair, but she couldn't tell if he was watching or not. At any rate, he obviously wasn't going to help her. Unable to keep her head back and not caring to watch him anyway, she closed her eyes with a shudder just as she felt the soft electric contact of Phil's cock against the sensitive edges of her moistened pussy.
"Saul, please help me. Tell Phil to leavvvvve! " There was no answer. She heard Saul light a match and then smelled the odor of his cigarette. "Nooooo!" she pleaded as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her cunt.
Phil pushed. She coughed as the huge bloated tip slipped through, stretching her sloshingly filled cunt hole farther than Saul's cock had done earlier. "Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" she whimpered. At least Saul had taken it easy when he saw it hurt, but there was a strange gleam in Phil's eye, a cold, menacing look that frightened her.
Suddenly he fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long thick cock slid into her like a big white submarine diving, pushing the soft moist flesh of defensively clenching cuntal walls In rippling waves before it. She groaned and involuntarily upraised her ass. Judy wanted it and there was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned crevice of her tightly clenched ass.
Wasting no time at all with preliminaries, Phil began immediately to fuck up inside of her with long deeply penetrating strokes. He thrust hungrily from the very tip of his toes, ramming the last inch of his lust-thickened, blood- inflated cock up inside her tightly clasping little hole and wringing a moan from her lips that echoed through the silent room like a coyote's call in the night air. Judy's eyes opened wide and gazed almost unseeing at the paint chipped ceiling. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her! She should be out on the beach playing baseball! Yet her demoniacal body was responding hotly and eagerly as a sex-starved street whore. Then suddenly she knew she was going to explode into orgasm. It was there, just around the corner. . . teasing. . . ooohh, . . . tantalizing her! Oh, God, she begged silently, just a little more!
"Keep fucking. Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she shrieked.
Immeasurable ecstasy began to flood through her tautly churning belly and thighs. She began to fuck in unison with Phil in crazier gyrations, her shamelessly roused body and mind both intent now on the hot rippling sensations deep up inside her gloriously cock-filled loins. God! She could feel herself climbing right up over the top! Then she realized that Phil's puffed up, blood- swollen cock fucking deeply up inside her belly was about to explode, too. The very thought of it excited her to a fever pitch of lewd desire, and her wild contortions became even more frantic. His slashing, sluicing thrusts into her wildly quivering young pussy flesh became almost brutal. Wilder and wilder he became, tossing her nakedly writhing body beneath him without any consideration in his own obscene race toward orgasm. "Oh, it's here! I'm going to cum!" she screamed and she did. She did begin to cum and cum and cum some more. . . almost unendingly. "I'm cummmmmmiinnnnnng! Aaaaaagh! Oh God,! Fuck me! Fucccccckkkkkk meeeeeee!" She vaguely realized that she was screaming, "Fuck me," over and over again.
Phil buried his madly jerking, heavily hardened cock as deep into the wet velvety heat of her tight little cunt as he could and felt his relentlessly inward fucking cock expanding to even greater dimensions. He had been ready for her the minute he walked in the door and saw his opportunity with the third of the Thorne girls. He gave one last pounding thrust that sank right up to his dark-curled pelvis, wet and matted with Saul's and Judy's juices that gushed from her madly convulsing pussy lips. The flood of his sperm exploded in a white, steaming burst that filled her belly with his warm load of creamy jism. Over and over, a dozen times or more, his rapidly deflating cock fired its white hot cum into her devouring womb before collapsing into a useless, rubbery rope of flesh.
Neither of them saw the pale face in the window or heard the retreating footsteps run down the steps from the creaking old porch.
Chapter Five
Olivia was stretched out languidly on the warm sunny beach, feeling the heat of the sun evaporate the salt water droplets from. her tanned back when Ivan bounded up to her in a swirl of flying sand and began to bark excitedly.
"Ivan!" she shouted, spitting grains of sand from her mouth and getting up in a rage to brush herself off. "Stop it, Ivan! Stop it!" she cried at the noisy dog who was barking and running away and then returning to bark, all the while flinging sand on her towel and another blanket nearby. She picked up the towel and shook it. "Please, Ivan," she begged. She know what he wanted. He wanted her to go with him, probably to find and throw pieces of driftwood for him to fetch. Judy always did that for him. "Go find Judy," she instructed him guiltily. After all, the dog was supposed to belong to all three of the Thorne sisters, to be their protection, yet the poor animal would never eat or play if it were not for Judy. Olivia looked around her. She was wearing a two piece suit with shocking-pink and white flowers that she knew emphasized the voluptuous beauty of her already curvaceous body with its upthrust breasts, deeply tanned skin and light blonde hair. At the moment she was saving it all for Phil, when and if he should ever return, but she didn't mind a few admiring glances and wolf calls. A little walk along the beach, throwing driftwood for Ivan, could turn out to be fun, now that she considered the possibilities.
She laid out the, towel again. "All right, Ivan," she promised, "Just a minute." There had not been much wind today so far, but she arranged her sandals and a couple of stones on the towel so as to hold it down in case the wind should come up. It wasn't that she expected to take a long walk or go far or play very long with the dog, but a girl never knows to whom she might end up talking!
The big black and gold shepherd sat watching her preparations, his tail wagging the sand from side to side impatiently. When at last she started toward him, he almost did a somersault as he leaped away over the sand in front of her.
"Goodness! " she exclaimed, never having seen him quite so excited. He kept running like a bullet down the beach and then careening back to bark before running off again. "You're going to get an ulcer, Ivan!" she shouted at him one time around. Why didn't he get a piece of driftwood for her to throw? He always got it for Judy, at just that moment, she saw a long piece in the sand, a piece that he had just missed in his wild dash forward. "Here, you dumb dog!" Olivia shouted prettily. She had caught sight of a group of three young men, who were obviously interested in her progress down the beach. She leaned over, picked up the driftwood, caught Ivan's attention with it the next time he turned, and then threw it toward the water. The dog paid no attention whatever. "Go get it, Ivan!" she called, embarrassed because she was sure the three boys must be laughing at the awkward situation. "Dumb dog!" she spat at him the minute he was close enough to hear. She dared not look at the male audience nearby.
Ivan planted his forepaws in the sand in front of her and barked more loudly than ever. She had stopped until he came back, and he could not let her do that. Indeed, if she didn't hurry he was going to have to grab her and pull. He let her know that he was considering doing exactly that by jerking his head and shoulders back and he barked. It did no good whatever. Instead, she stared at him, her eyes blazing with rage, her face red even through her tan, her lovely little mouth in the ugliest snarl he had ever seen. Then she turned on her heel and walked away. The excited dog circled her and circled her, trying to turn her around again, but now she wouldn't even look at him. And so he lunged right for her belly, knocking her down squarely on her rump in the damp sand.
"She yelled, but then he was on top of her, lapping and licking her contorted face with his strong tongue. "Go. . . Judy!" she yelled, trying to avoid the wet tongue, "Why don't you go find. . . " The dog was whining now, whining as excitedly as he had barked. The three young men were hovering around the scene in a large circle.
"Is he your dog?" one of them was asking warily .
"Will he bite?" asked another from a different direction.
Olivia did not hear him, though. It had finally dawned on her that maybe the dog didn't want to play at all, that maybe he had come for her because Judy was in trouble. He was always with Judy. Maybe she was lying somewhere with a broken leg or something! God, how dumb could she be?
"Do you want to take me to Judy?" she asked at last. "Is that what you want, boy?" The dog yapped in answer and Olivia jumped to her feet, stopping only long enough to brush the damp sand off her cute little ass. She almost ran into one of her admirers.
"You okay?" he asked the suddenly hurrying girl.
"No thanks to you," she retorted. She couldn't really blame them for not wanting to interfere with a dog Ivan's size but she didn't think of that until after she rushed by the gaping men in a huff, following the dog now wherever he led.
By the time she understood that the dog wanted her to go up on the porch And peer in the living room window of the old cottage, Olivia was just in time to see Phil staring down at the spectacle of Saul and Judy fucking on the couch. First, the lovely thirteen year old was stunned to see her very own lover still on the beach. Then she had to rub her eyes to be sure she was seeing Judy on the couch under Saul and Not Nancy. Her jaw dropped.
"It . . . it's all right, boy," she consoled Ivan, laying her soft little hand on the scruff of his neck. "He. . . he isn't hurting her," she said soothingly. She was wondering what to do. She wanted to confront Phil about his presence, but that didn't seem to be the thing to do to Judy and Saul. Obviously, she would have to wait until Judy got up and dressed. Then she would knock on the door and tell them quite innocently that Ivan had brought her. While she lay plans carefully in her mind, Saul got off the couch, but Judy lay there. Then... oh, then... then. . . Phil began to undress. Why was Judy laying there so nakedly exposed while Phil took down his pants? Olivia's body for the next few minutes was as though it had been turned to a pillar of salt!
Then, when it was all over, the roots that seemed to be holding the young thirteen year old to the old porch let go their grasp and her trembling feet seemed to take off by themselves, without her willing them, over the porch and down the stairs, quickly along the hard, damp sand of the beach and home. What surprised Olivia as she started into the house was that Ivan had followed her. She had expected that he would stay behind and wait for Judy. Well, he was certainly a lot more intelligent than she had ever guessed. Be must understand, she thought, how miserable I feel and he's worried about me.
"Thank you, Ivan," she murmured, patting his big soft head, grateful for the sensitivity, even if from a dog, that her own sister and former boyfriend didn't have for her feelings!
It wasn't until her bedroom door had slammed shut on herself and Ivan that Olivia began to cry. She rushed to her bed and sprawled herself out, her heart pounding violently, her eyes and throat burning with the horrible loss and wrong that had been done her. Everything in the world had failed her! Everything! Everyone! When you get fight down to it, she decided, no one, not even sisters and boyfriends, really give a damn for anyone but themselves! Well, she wasn't going to make herself sick over them! She got up quickly from the rumpled bed and stripped off her almost dry suit. She ought to have showered off the sand before tracking it into the house, she realized guiltily. But then she thought, what of it! It sweeps up easily enough when it's dry!
"Thank you, Ivan," she said softly. "I'll be all right. Don't worry!"
The animal turned half-way back toward the door as though he wanted to leave, his eyes darting up indecisively at his young blonde mistress's nakedly displayed body. In the mirror, his eyes were darkly glistening coals flaming from a massive furry head. Olivia's skin was a contrast of cream-like whiteness and golden tan, gold like the gold in Ivan's thick coat, which was mottled with black. The startling beauty of the two of them took the girl by surprise. He came toward her, his tongue lolling his black gums pulled back from his strong white teeth. . "I don't feel like playing," she told him, wondering if that's what he wanted. Then he cocked his head and whined, pressing his soft furry body up to her side. The sensation made Olivia's young legs grow suddenly weak, and the constant lewd hunger that she'd been unwilling to satisfy out of loyalty to Phil was momentarily returning. Ivan touched his cold nose against her naked inner thigh, sending an unwanted thrill through her, and the teenager moved backwards toward the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her slender legs parting automatically and her jutting young tits heaving gently as she took a deep breath. The embarrassing thought of Ivan's licking her heatedly aroused pussy came involuntarily to mind. Oh, what a terrible thing to think, she thought, ashamed of herself and her degraded mind. Yet the memory of Phil and Judy... if that wasn't degrading, what was? And what was left for her? A big tear rolled down over Olivia's delicately tanned cheek.
The dog stood squarely in front of her now, his head slightly lowered so that it was level with her skimpily covered pussy. She had seen male dogs nose up under girls dresses, and she had heard stories about what dogs would do to little girls although she had never believed them. "No, go away! Go away!" she cried. Olivia looked at Ivan and closed her legs abruptly. She leaned back with her hands supporting her on the mattress. If she was going to forget that Phil ever existed, she could to it without the help of a dog! Yet she couldn't escape the suspicion that Ivan really wanted to lick her frustratedly denied cunt. Well, she wasn't going to let him! From now on, she would have absolutely nothing to do with sex, from either man or . . . or . . . beast!. Come to think of it, that's exactly how Phil and Judy and Saul had been behaving. . . like beasts!
But Ivan, yes, the big shepherd was a good dog. He'd do anything she wanted, she was sure. . . and maybe he would. An evil little shudder went through her loins. Like Nancy, she'd never been much of a prude. She had, in fact, looked forward to discovering what it was that seemed to give Nancy so much in life. Now that her romantic notions about Phil had been dashed to pieces, she was developing a whole new attitude toward those. . . those beautiful flames that... that she was beginning to feel. She looked at Ivan standing patiently on the rug before her.
He was sure a handsome dog. If he stood on his two hind legs, he would be as tall as she was and. . . well, there was just no way to describe him but massive. Her glance trailed away from the devilish glimmer in his black eyes slowly down his muscular, gold and black-coated back to his powerful flanks. His belly was drawn up tight and covered with a soft gold tinted gray. The child's blue eyes widened at the inciting spectacle of the shepherd's hair-covered sheath. It was long and thick, the tapered end inside barely visible beneath its fleshy concealment!
Ivan followed her as she sprang suddenly from the bed and went into the bathroom. He swung easily through the door just as she faced the sink, dampening a washcloth to cool her feverish face. Damn him! She was alarmed by the tingling sensations that had started to simmer in her round little tits. Her whole body was beginning to catch fire, and she wondered if he sensed it.
"Ivan, go downstairs! Get out of here, you nosy animal!"
She slipped past him and into her own room, yet before she could shut the door, he was there beside her, his eyes actually flicking toward the bed like a human male! She could feel his hot animal breath grazing the backs of her thighs. Abruptly, another licentious impulse raged through her keyed up body, this time an unbridled urge which fascinated the jilted little girl in its forbidden lewdness.
Oh, God! What was happening to her? The shepherd was beautiful, huge and beautiful! Never had anything looked more tempting to her. Could he . . . did he . . . was he able to get an erection. . . like a human male? Sunlight, a golden orange through the southwest window, grazed his back and his dazzlingly thick coat appeared to glow. She grew weak and rested tremblingly against the bureau, her eyes falling again across his belly to his still hidden penis. Lord! She bent to one side, staring at it! It was crazy, but was it possible he could make love to a girl with it? For a long excitement-heavy moment, Olivia stared at the big dog's sheath-covered penis dangling beneath his powerful animal loins. At first, her mouth and throat went dry, and then she began salivating erotically at the very sight of it. Once again the mind-bending question flared in her brain; was it possible he could fuck her with it?
She moved around the room picking up scattered clothing as though this could dispel the strange obscene urge billowing like magic flames through her taut young belly. All the while, he stalked her until finally he stood blocking the way. She wheeled past him with the dog scuttling crazily behind her, but when she tried to leave, he sat, panting, in the doorway, and she knew he was not going to let her pass. "Out, damn dog!" she shouted at the top of her voice. "Damn you, Ivan. Please leave me alone!"
Confused, she gazed at him, feeling her seething young loins begin a wet, hungry quivering. Then suddenly, escaping from Ivan didn't seem to matter. The very sordidness of the situation was driving her thoughts rapidly on. Would he? Could he? God! She didn't even know whether it was possible for a girl and a dog to have sex like a man and a woman did, at least in a normal fashion! He stood curiously in front of where she had dropped half-naked on the edge of the bed. Her rapidly lubricating cuntal lips flamed beneath her tiny panties, the blonde curls matting with her flowing arousal, the entire forbidden scene wildly bellowing the flames leaping inside her cock-hungry pussy. Her nakedly thrusting breasts throbbed painfully in her dizzy excitement as she reached out to stroke his furry head.
"Ivan, darling," Suddenly the idea came to her young teenage mind. "Come closer to Olivia. Olivia wants to make you feel good. That's right! closer!" She pleaded in a soft voice raspy with desire. "Come closer, dear Ivan. You were so very good to Olivia. Olivia wants to make you happy. I'll even put my hand underneath your belly, right where you'll like it! Come. . . do it . . . move up here where Olivia can touch you," she cooed.
As the dog slowly turned and eased forward, standing in front of his blonde mistress as though he thought she wanted to scratch his back, the aroused young blonde's heart jumped with a never-before experienced sexual thrill. Silly animal, she thought, feeling the deepening of her own dimples with pleasure. Beautiful silly animal! She gulped at her own madness, but if she was going to have what she needed, there was no stopping now. She began brushing her hand lovingly over his strong back, all the while whispering to him in reassuring tones, her eyes locked on the solid length of his scarlet thick cock just barely visible beneath its golden gray sheath. The animal glanced up curiously as the half-naked girl stroked his back. An uncertain expression flickered through his big soulful eyes as she continued making low crooning sounds at him.
Olivia finally inched her panty-clad buttocks up until she was balanced just on the edge of the bed. She perched there, stretching out her hand and caressing down toward his belly as she continued to whisper, "Just hold still, lover. You'll understand in a minute, and you won't be disappointed." Olivia was feeling more and more daring. Could she do it? Yes! The thought alone, in her present state of disillusionment, was just about driving her crazy with salacious desire! Quickly she lowered her hand toward his hidden cock.
The dog growled deep in his throat as he felt her delicate fingers clasping over his penis, their gentle touch causing him to tremble violently.
"God!" Olivia gasped aloud, clasping hold of his sheltered dog-cock and beginning to manipulate the outer flesh back and forth with her fingertips, feeling its passion-stirring hardness inside. It had to come out to her! She wanted it so much now! She wanted so . . . the feel of his long thick animal-prick slithering wetly up into her yearning cunt. The unreal wildness of it all was driving her crazy. While she clasped her fingertips over the dog's rapidly responding cock, she pressed her naked young thighs together. Oooohhh, the beautiful sweet dog, she thought, clinging to his cock and beginning to stroke it avidly. Gently, Olivia worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, Ivan's head turning toward her opened white thighs, his hotly searing tongue starting to lick searchingly upward toward her steaming cunt.
As she watched the shepherd's thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long, hair-covered sheath, Olivia thought her blue eyes were going to bug from her head. It was wet and hard, the pinkly tapered end slipping and dancing salaciously as it continued to emerge from its fleshy concealment. She strained forward to gape at it and pure wanton joy steamed through her explosively excited body! She felt her nipples harden into hot, passionately throbbing pokers and tried to look away from the strange sight. But she couldn't budge her thirteen year old curiosity. She had never before seen a dog's organ in erection, and it was far longer and thicker than she had ever dreamed possible. It was almost as huge as Phil's but different in shape with its lewdly beveled tip. The cone-shaped animal-prick was thickening, growing ever larger under her fond stroking.
"Oh, Ivan, beautiful Ivan," she heard her own voice gasp. "You've got such a lovely cock, such a nice long cock!"
Suddenly Ivan's licking tongue began to work downward over the softly giving flesh of her belly, dipping into her navel and downward, until finally he was sniffing up between her legs. He could smell the impatient heat of her moistened pussy! Oh, he wanted to fuck her! Did she want him as well?
"Sweet doggie, I love you!" she gasped, unable to take her eyes from his now lewdly glinting brown ones. "It's evil! Forbidden! Shameful! But..." When Ivan continued to look at her with burning eyes, Olivia's glance fell on the still-lengthening, thick rod of his glistening animal cock. But how? She knew enough about dogs just from seeing them on the beach to know he would want to crawl up on her from behind, yet she could not bring herself to be taken like an animal.
As she stood away from the bed, slowly peeling her white bikini panties down from her belly, the thirteen year old girl thought she would faint from the delirious sensations racing violently through her tingling tanned body. Ivan glanced up at her as her sparse blonde pussy hairs and firmly rounded white ass came into view. Kicking her panties to the floor, Olivia took her pillow from the top of the bed. Brazenly, she lay down naked on the bed, settling her hips and ass on the pillow stacked beneath her so that her naked moon-like asscheeks were raised high in the air and she was resting on the back of her head and shoulders.
Oh, God, if her mother ever knew! The young blonde teenager's brain was spinning with the naughtiness, the utter depravity of her act! What an obscene idea . . . to let her own dog fuck her! But who wanted to think! She cast all her natural reserve and common sense aside before her screaming desire for his hot animal cock. Raising her legs, she drew them all the way back once again until her knees touched her excitedly swollen hard tits. Her lewdly upraised cunt was welling with molten fire as she raised her head to took down between her throbbing breasts and anxiously spread legs to see the animal panting beside the bed. His long scarlet cock emerged from its hair- covered sheath. Oh, God, it was too much!
"Damn it, Ivan! Get up between my legs, good doggie," she blurted. "Come on! Come up on Olivia's pussy! Up here, baby," she gasped, spreading her legs wider and reaching down between her thighs to stroke her delectably inflamed pussy flesh in a luridly goading gesture. "Here, lover, up here! Fuck me! Please make me cum before I go crazy!"
Ivan jumped onto the mattress, easily settling himself between her widespread legs. The excited tip of his canine hardness brushed against her heated cuntal hole, raising tiny whimpers from both of them.
"Uhh Uhhhhhh," Olivia murmured. The shamelessly aroused thirteen year old girl felt the muscled weight of the big dog press heatedly against her own tightening stomach. She looked up at him with feverish eyes. Then she was reaching down beneath him until her gentle fingers lovingly grasped his huge heavily hardened cock. She shuddered at the heated animal feel of him and the awareness that it was a sensation unknown to most women, something only the most wanton women could have experienced. He was going to fuck her with that beautiful eager cock!
"Oh, Lord, Ivan. Do it! Do it right now! Come on, baby. Fuck me! I can't wait any longer!"
The dog's long slender cock throbbed hotly between Olivia's tender gripping fingers in response, and it enlarged as she pressed its beveled tip against the warm throbbing entrance to her open little cuntal hole. She lifted her trembling asscheeks higher until her belly was against his and her moist pink cunt lips were pressing against his animal hardness. Instinctively, the very second her moistly clutching young pussy nibbled at his blood-engorged cock, Ivan did nothing less than what nature demanded of him. The powerful shepherd sank his long heated thickness into the blonde girl's feverishly upraised cuntal mouth. He squatted on his hind legs to do it well, to hammer it deep up inside her crazily squirming belly. His sperm bloated balls brushed, then slapped hard up into the wide-split, reddening crevice between her jiggling asscheeks as he immediately established a rapid-fire pace.
"Aaaaaaggggghh!Uuuuuhhhhhh! " Olivia gasped out at the first penetration of the animal's massively fucking, hard cock. Her head spun. . Little sparks of light brightened and dissolved before her eyes. She wanted to linger on those seconds when he made the first pumping strokes into her excitedly dilating cunt, but there was no time for reflection. His long searing, scarlet cock fucked deep up into the farthest recesses of her love-starved cunt, and she gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind exploding with white-hot desire. She lifted her head and strained to watch as his burgeoning scarlet prick slithered in and out of her voraciously clasping pink cunt with moist lengthening strokes, fucking all the way to the hilt in her wide-stretched, curl-fringed cuntal hole. God! It was so wonderfully huge! She gaped at the glistening cone-shaped hardness pistoning in and out between her blonde, hair-lined pussy lips and kicked her legs out to wrap them tightly around Ivan's muscular back, using her calves to raise her pelvis up even closer to his furry belly. Oh, yes! It was so goooood!
Ivan's hairy animal belly and loins battered furiously down against her upturned asscheeks, his thick, pleasure producing, fucking cock sinking its full hardened length into her hungrily nibbling cuntal passage. She groaned and widened her legs. The frustrated thirteen year old rotated her hips up at him, spiraling her eagerly sucking cuntal walls around his skewering pole while a low uncontrolled moan rasped from her lips.
"Oooooohhhhhh, my doggie lover! Do it! Fuck me! Oh, for God's sake, fuck me, Ivan!" Olivia gasped, pulling Ivan's massive head down so he could cover her tingling white, red-buttoned tits with moist warm kisses. Her legs were wound vigorously up over his back, as were her arms around his neck. He whined in a low crying voice while she impaled her wetly clasping cunt up onto his pulsating prick. With machine gun-like strokes, he fucked into her greedy little cunt. Her stretched cock filled cunt clung like satin muscles to his swollen pounding prick, urging him toward his release that was mere seconds away.
The first inexorable spasms suddenly struck her. She stifled a shriek, somehow remembering that she must though her mind seemed afloat in mindless rapture. She ground her insanely, convulsingly engorging cunt up hard onto his rigid dog-cock in a desperate lunge. Ivan responded with a harsh, forward stab, his painfully inflated cock jerking deep up inside her hot little belly. She felt his back tense. Ivan writhed for a moment and then rutted deep, his flat, hairy belly wriggling against her nakedly squirming abdomen. Then it came! The scalding white animal cum geysered deep up into her tight constricting belly in long creamy liquid spurts, flooding her womb to the bursting point. It was impossible, but it was happening. He was cumming in her! It was almost too good to be true!
"Goddddd! Fuck, ohhhhhh, fuck, fuck, ftick, fucccccck!" Her sobs blended with Ivan's guttural yips as his cock explosively erupted again and again into her wantonly writhing belly. Olivia flailed her head from side to side in disbelief, suddenly feeling the strange combination of their bestial-human cum warmly trickling from her grasping pussy lips. It rivuleted down her trembling inner thighs as she milked the last sperm-droplets from her animal-lover's deflating cock. Then, he growled and jumped to the floor beside the bed.
"Oooooohhhhmmmmm" the youngest of the Thorne girls moaned and fell onto her side, her passion-depleted little body finally rid of a gnawing hunger that had been with her since Phil had left. The shepherd's heated cum oozed from her sperm-filled cunt. Thin trails of the pearl-like sperm ran down her thighs, but for the moment she just didn't care. She was half-asleep and unaware that the huge dog stood beside the bed, looking at her nakedly exposed sprawled out body and wagging his tail with obscene appreciation.
"Oh, Ivan, no!" Olivia jumped up as in a last act of animal instinct, Ivan dropped his head to her wide-splayed pussy and licked at the white liquid spilling from her still-quivering cunt. He tried to gulp at it hungrily until she managed to urge him toward the door. When she finally heard his clicking footsteps sounding down the stairs she closed the door again and flung herself on the bed. Almost immediately she heard a gentle tap on the door. .
"J . . . just a minute!" the startled little girl called. She grabbed for her bathing suit and thrust her legs into the pink flowered bottom before the door impatiently opened. "Hey!" she objected as her sister Nancy's head poked in.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Nancy laughed. "What in the world do you have that I don't have more of?" Nancy slid her well proportioned body flauntingly into the room as if to emphasize her point. She was still wearing her jean skirt and the little jersey. Olivia doubled over, guiding her developing tits into the top of her pink suit.
"Just cause you're older," Olivia mumbled indistinctly.
"Why are you putting your suit back on at this time of night?" Nancy asked then. "It's almost time for supper. . . I hope. " She sat heavily on her sister's rumpled bed. "Do you know that I forgot to eat lunch today? I'm famished!"
"So did I!" Olivia suddenly realized. "I was in such a hurry to get to the beach. What did you do today?"
"Ohhhh," her sister crooned cozily. "Met someone you know."
For a brief instant, Olivia thought, it was Nancy, not Judy on the couch, but she knew her own sisters! "Who?" she asked.
"Phil and Saul who were in seven, though to tell the truth, Saul took off, but Phil." Her voice trailed away with the suggestion that there was it great deal more to the story if Olivia cared to ask.
"Phil what?" Olivia found herself asking rather sharply. She didn't know why it mattered anymore but there was a constriction in her throat as though she had swallowed a ball of cotton.
"Phil's niiiiiice," her sister teased, watching Olivia's blonde hairline turn red at the roots.
"Who cares!" the thirteen year old retorted.
"Aaaaahhhhhh," Nancy seemed to heave a huge sigh of relief. "I'm sure glad you don't." She relaxed limply into the bed and remained motionless as a jelly fish caught on the beach.
Olivia stood the silence as long as she could. "Why? What... what happened?" She had already seen Phil with Judy. Surely he had not done anything with Nancy, too? Was that possible? She had already begun to forgive him a little bit with Judy. After all, she had learned from her experience with Ivan that the delicious feelings were sort of, well, uncontrollable in away. They seemed to have little to do with your partner! Nancy sat up suddenly. "They're still around for a week," she told Olivia. "They're living up back with a friend who could not get his vacation at the same time except for a week."
"Up back?" Olivia asked, surprised. Then she thought how silly she was. Surely someone as nice as Phil had many friends. It seemed funny to her, though, that they would fuck right out in someone else's living room, but Olivia was well aware that she was only a beginner and that there must be many things indeed that she did not yet understand. The cottage she had seen the boys in with Judy was hardly up back anywhere. It was right on the waterfront!
"Olivia," Nancy asked suddenly, "what exactly happened between you and Phil?"
"What do you mean, "what happened?"
"Well, you know, I just thought he might have. . . that you might ,have, shall I say, gotten started?" Olivia squirmed uncomfortably under Nancy's gaze although she could, see that Nancy wasn't laughing at her or being any kind of dumb thing except interested. Yet, before she could even think of how to answer, there was another, louder and. familiar, knock on the door.
"Hey, you guys in there?" Judy was calling and then she too barged in without waiting for an answer. She was all excited and looked swollen-looking, as though she would burst out of her tight white bathing suit at any minute. Her chestnut hair was still loose around her shoulders and down her, tanned shapely back. Her blue eyes gleamed with a fervor that her sisters had never before seen in the fifteen year old tomboy. Olivia smiled at herself. One glance at Nancy's face told her that for the first time in her thirteen almost fourteen years, Olivia Thorne knew something that her big sister didn't know. "Want to go to a party?" Judy asked triumphantly."
"Where?" Nancy asked, lying back on the bed.
"At, a cottage I know!" Judy answered and Olivia's heart skipped a beat.
"What kind of party?" Nancy wanted to know with a patronizing smile that she knew enough to hide behind her slender hand. "Parcheesi?"
"Hah! Judy grunted. "No, sex," she explained, always the blunt one.
"S . . . sex?" Olivia stuttered.
"Yeah, spin the bottle," Nancy offered as an explanation.
"Well, I'm not really sure it would be sex," Judy amended. "Bob didn't say sex exactly, but they don't seem to be interested in anything else."
"Who's Bob?" Nancy wanted to know then. "If I know him, maybe I can guess."
"His name is Bob Tenney and he's a friend of Phil's and Saul's," Judy explained. "You remember them. They were here in room seven. Well, they're staying with this Bob for a week at a cottage on the beach and want me to get some girls for a party tonight!
"On the beach?" It was Nancy's turn to be confused.
Olivia's heart was beating like a trip-hammer. "Did ... did they tell you to bring us?" she asked weakly.
"Oh, Saul said to make sure the girls were old enough to know what was going on." She paused thoughtfully. "You may not want to go, Olivia. It . . . it might be a little much, you know."
"What did Phil say?" Olivia wanted to know. This might be a good chance to find out where she stood.
"He wasn't there when we talked about the party," Judy admitted. "He'd gone to do some laundry or something, but the other dudes said there had to be three girls." "I'll go," Olivia volunteered boldly. "I don't know. . . " Judy hedged. "You're kind of young."
Nancy was studying her youngest sister carefully. "She's not too young," she said decisively. "She's not too young at all!"
Chapter Six
While the three Thorne sisters in three mini-skirts prescribed by Nancy walked the beach that evening toward the party, they were followed, at a distance by their baby-sitter, Ivan. It was not that he was trying to be sneaky about it but that he had all kinds of smelling and nosing around to do among the forgotten sandals and tennis shoes as well as the other litter and garbage that graced the sand in the evening. It was the first time they had ever walked together in the same direction at the same time for the same purpose, Olivia's long blonde silky hair buttressed on each side by a cloud of chestnut curls. It would be a tough job for any dude to choose among the three tightly swaying asses that bobbed beneath the flowing hair. Three pairs of equally shapely legs didn't make the choice any easier!
Nancy was puzzling over the lie Phil had told her concerning where they were staying. Olivia was wondering whether she was going to embarrass Phil by walking in or whether he had wanted her to come and would be glad. She sighed. At least she would know and that was what was important. Judy was staring ahead of them up at the sky. The night was lovely and warm and the sky was ornamented with stars that twinkled like little lanterns. It was not until they reached the old porch and the door was opening to them that Ivan came bounding up the stairs after them, barging in.
"Ivan!" Nancy scolded angrily. "Oh, let him have a look around. It can't hurt," a pleasant, red-headed man, whom Olivia had not seen that afternoon, said warmly. "I mean, he is your dog, I hope. "
"He's our baby sitter," Olivia said disgustedly, showing her famous dimples. "He doesn't like to think we've grown up," she said, glancing around the living room as soon as she stepped inside. She saw no one.
"I'm Bob Tenney," the man introduced himself, and Judy blushed a little.
"Gosh, I'm sorry," she apologized. "That's Nancy and here's Olivia." She jerked a thumb over her back toward her older sister and placed a patronizing arm briefly around Olivia's delicate shoulders.
"How do you do?" the smiling redhead nodded at the girls he didn't know. .
Phil finally slipped into the living room from the direction of the kitchen. He suspected that Olivia would come and had made up his mind that the only thing he could do was to try to keep the other from molesting her. He wanted her so badly himself, but she was only thirteen, cripes sakes They were all wearing half tops. Olivia had borrowed Nancy's white one and with her deeply tanned skin and blonde hair, she looked like an angel.
"Hi, Olivia," he greeted her, wanting to kiss her so much he found it hard to smile.
Just at that moment, Saul's voice distracted them all from their thoughts as he entered from the kitchen, too. "Anybody like to smoke a joint?" he asked.
"Oooohhhh, you can't mean it!" Judy exclaimed, a little frightened.
"Judy, dear, you're so innocent," Nancy cooed so sweetly that Judy wanted to hit her. "It gives a whole new meaning to existence, love. There's no way else to describe it!"
"Well, I've heard that it's dangerous," Judy's blue eyes glared at her stuck-up sister. She glanced nervously out the porch window. "What... what if we're arrested!"
"And what if we are? Since when have you been against a good adventure?" Nancy asked in a conciliatory tone. She knew she had been kind of snobbish and was sorry.
"Oh, you won't get arrested, I'm afraid," Saul laughed. He was laying out old-fashioned cigarette papers on a card table. He carefully positioned two of them together, then took out a regular cigarette and began rolling it between his fingers until some of the tobacco shredded out on his little white papers. Finally he pulled a plastic bag out of his jacket and from that something that looked like a lump of potting soil.
"You can keep that away from me!" Judy edged away along the wall toward a far chair. "I don't want anything to do with it!"
"Come on, Judy, don't be such a drag," her oldest sister turned and looked at her irritably.
Judy gulped and Bob spoke up. "You see, it's actually very good for you. If you have a cold, it will dry up the mucus membranes and if you have glaucoma, it will dilate your pupils and relax them." He laughed.
Judy could not help laughing with him. His pleasantness was so infectious. "What if all you have is cold feet?" she asked, grinning.
"It will curl your toes even if they're frozen," Saul offered and everyone had to laugh then. Olivia watched the whole process curiously. Judy was probably right, she decided, about its being dangerous, but it sure sounded like an interesting thing to do. She looked at Phil, wondering what was going through his mind. He was so quiet.
Then Saul twisted the end of the marijuana cigarette and passed it to Phil. He lit it immediately and began making another one. Phil drew on the end and then passed it right by Olivia to Nancy.
Nancy drew on it too, coughed slightly, and passed it on to Bob. "Believe it or not, I'm a novice at this," she explained humbly. She didn't want to look too experienced now. She was feeling sorry that she had lorded her superior expertise over her little sisters and wanted to make it up to them. The tiny pinpoint of flame went the rounds until everyone had tried it but Olivia and Judy.
"Ooooooohh! I feel like dancing." Nancy sprang suddenly into the middle of the room, but Saul pulled her back.
"Hold on," he said, pulling her down on the couch by the arm. "Olivia and Judy haven't tried it yet."
Olivia, glancing at Phil out of the corner of her eye, reached out bravely for the depleted weed and sucked on it as hard as she could, just like she'd seen the others do, then passed it quickly to Judy. The cigarette came around again and again. Nothing happened at first, then a crazy light-fingered sensation raced through the top of, Olivia's head and little pin-pricks played through her arms and upper thighs. It was strange! Things looked strange! It was as though a veil had come between herself and the others.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Nancy crooned again. "I'm Salome!" she cried, her upraised arms waving from side to side. Olivia stared at her sister but all she saw was an undulating line of light flesh broken by patches where the half top and mini-skirt broke the line. She had found the phonograph and started it with whatever records were already there, slipping, into the rhythm that emerged, a whimpering, crying, very breathy song, Olivia thought.
"She's nuts," Olivia muttered and took a drag from the fourth marijuana cigarette that Saul was now passing around. In spite of herself, and perhaps due to the heady warmth of the pot that flushed her cheeks and relaxed her entire body, Olivia couldn't help admiring Nancy's dark, gypsy-like beauty. Her voluptuous young body began gyrating slowly to the grinding beat that had started to emerge from under the breathy part of the record, and as she danced her skirt swung high up on her smooth tanned thighs, giving all three young men teasing glimpses of her brightly flowered bikini panties. Nancy didn't miss a beat as the record seemed to spin faster and faster. She bent way over from her waist, then drew her arms up and kicked her toes high while her full sensuous breasts shifted and swayed, ready to jump out of the half top at any moment. Nancy had everyone in the room, including Ivan, hypnotized with her wild swirling and shimmying. Her long dark hair tossed from side to side as she ground her sensually alluring body in time to the music. She seemed transported to another world by the blaring music, her eyes closed while her body moved to the uninhibited beat with the effortlessness of long training, which she had never had.
"I feel" so wild!" she called to everyone. "I feel like dancing naked!"
"Go right ahead," Bob beamed.
"Nancy!" Olivia called, embarrassed, having difficulty making herself heard over the loud music. Nancy's eyes flashed.
"Is she?" Saul asked breathlessly, settling comfortably into the couch beside Judy to see what was going to happen.
Nancy had reached behind her hair in back and undid her half top, bucking her body back and forth with the kind of obscene polished motion one doesn't learn on the dance floor. Slowly she let the garment fall all the way down her arms past her slim molded waist. When it reached her hand, she flicked it in front of her the way a strip teaser does.
"What a marvelously crazy broad!" Bob said, grinning happily. The marijuana had him in a dreamy state, too. "Wow!" Phil chuckled as her large quivering breasts thrust nakedly forward. They stood out resilient and free in all their splendor, a dazzling milky white in contrast to the tanned skin around them. In the center of each snowy white mound was a lush pink areola, each with its little nipple bud.
"Take it off, take it off, take it off," sang Saul even above the raucous record.
"Yeah," Phil spoke up. "Is that all you're going to take off?" Then he shifted uncomfortably, remembering Olivia beside him.
Nancy waited until she knew the tension had tightened to a fever pitch among the I men, then unzipped her skirt and began wriggling her ripely rounded ass to work the clinging mini-skirt down over her hips. The small jean skirt slipped right, away to the ground, and she just danced away from it, her mouth slightly open and the tip of her little red tongue protruding obscenely.
The brightly colored flowers on her one remaining garment, her panties, now swayed and rippled like real flowers in a breeze-blown garden. Would she take those off too, and be... completely naked? Her fingers played with the elastic waistband of the flimsy material, slowly pushing them down, then raising them back up again, deliberately tantalizing the gaping men in the room. She continued to roll them down, her eyes shut, dancing more quietly now, until her panties were nothing more than a colored lewd G-string. She turned her back so that those on the couch could see her rounded white ass slowly being exposed as she teasingly rolled the panties down past the shadowy crevice, leaving her nakedly swaying asscheeks revealed as lovely half-moons.
Bob Tenney whistled. "Some bitch," he muttered with approval. Saul was able at last to turn back to the card table and begin rolling another cigarette. Nancy went up and ground her pelvis lewdly at him, bringing an appreciative laugh from Bob and Phil. She swiftly escaped Saul's attempt to reach out and pinch her.
Olivia watched in disgust as her oldest sister danced wantonly back and forth across the room. Taking a deep breath that made her lush tits leap up and hold their pose, Nancy flaunted her hips with her pelvis rolling and undulating as though it were floating in warm liquid oil. There was something shameful, bold, sensual, primitive, and terribly exciting about it. She stalked brazenly back and forth in front of the men, occasionally glancing at Olivia and Judy too catch their looks of amazement. Her whole body was quivering with a wild passion, her eyes glazing with lust and shining, her cloud of chestnut curls flowing after her. No one said anything now. Then suddenly the music stopped.
"Wow! That felt good!" Nancy came to a reluctant halt and walked brazenly naked over to the card table. Tossing her damp hair back from her shoulders, she sidled up close to Saul, who looked at her with passionate amusement.
"Are you going to put your clothes back on and start again?" he asked.
"Must I repeat the past? she asked. "I have them all off and I'm waiting for. . . for another record," she said. .
"Hold on to your. . . " Bob smiled, leaving his sentence unfinished and moving to the phonograph to change the record.
"Yeah, hold on to it!" Phil laughed, his glance settling on her large naked tit for a long moment, then he said, "Your modesty, I mean!"
"Any objections?" she pouted mockingly.
"Hell, no!" Phil laughed, beginning not to care whether Olivia was there or not.
"It's a lot of fun!" Nancy rose up away from the spot on the wall where she had leaned in a tempting pose when another song came on. "Come on, Judy, want to join the fun?"
"Yes!" the former tomboy decided. When Judy did something, she went all the way. Liking baseball, she became a tomboy. Now, liking sex, she would become a stripper if that was part of it!
Olivia thought she would die when Judy began unbuttoning her half top in the back and letting it fall to her waist the way Nancy had done. Less experienced than her older sister, Judy had worn a cotton brassiere. Olivia flinched and looked desperately away. When she turned back, Judy had worked out of all her clothing and was dancing just as nakedly as Nancy, her breasts bouncing free, her jutting pink nipples poking into hardness as all eyes shifted to her. Around and around they went, and Olivia felt as though an eternity had passed before the record ended.
"Olivia, you've got to do it!" Judy giggled and fell down onto the worn carpet panting.
But suddenly from somewhere in the dark corners of the room, Ivan growled. Everyone searched into one shadow and another until finally his big form leaped out from behind the corner chair and into the ring of light where two of his mistresses were awaiting the next record. He darted directly to Judy and leaped onto her seated body and "swiped his tongue against her bud-like nipples, his huge back arched, his tail wagging, and his long animal cock dropping into sight. All three girls felt guilty but Nancy and Olivia did not dare speak.
"Oooohhhh!" Judy gurgled Ivan's huge forepaws thrust her backward onto the carpet and now he was mounting the naked teenager, his thickly erect canine cock trying to find the tiny pink hole up between her legs. "Damned dog!" Saul, who could not help laughing just the same, bolted away from the card table while Judy giggled. He attempted to help her drive the dog off. Ivan stepped back. He had apparently misunderstood his cue.
By now the music had started again, and Olivia's attention switched back to her sister Nancy, who was mistily dancing and oblivious to the struggle around her. Discouraged from his first seductive attempt, Ivan now scooted in front of the erotically swaying dancer and raised his powerful head up between her milk-white thighs.
"Eeeeekkkkkkkk!" Nancy gasped, aware for the first time of what was going on around her and now to her. She reached down, attempting to shield her pussy mound from Ivan's long, lapping, wet red tongue. Then she giggled and freely opened her hands, her expression changing from shock to lewd recognition of the pleasure this weird assault on her nakedly exposed genitals' offered in public.
"Hey, come on there, Ivan," Phil stirred in his place on the couch.
Beside him, on the arm near the table, Saul, half stoned from marijuana, seemed at a loss as to what to do. Finally he and Phil joined Bob, who by now was reeling from the combination of marijuana and laughter but trying to drag the big beast off Nancy.
"Go on, boy!" Nancy murmured enigmatically. Ivan couldn't know whether she meant him to go on licking, or go on away!
"Down!" Olivia shouted at him finally. She rose from the couch, grabbed his collar and led him outside herself. No one stopped her and so she took the time to find a piece of driftwood and throw it for him on the moonlit beach.
Every once in a while she could hear the blare of the music and in between the records, their laughter. She supposed another stick of marijuana was being passed around. The evening's chaos had been a lot for even a Thorne girl to take at thirteen, almost fourteen. She kind of wished Phil would come after her and kept on playing with Ivan even after things seemed to have, quieted down inside. How stupid the older sisters were! Imagine dancing naked in front of then! Bob was even a stranger and no one knew the other boys all that well! She blushed, remembering her own indiscretion with Phil and knowing that she really wanted more. But that wasn't the same as dancing naked in front of everybody!
Phil didn't come, and finally she summed up enough courage to satisfy her curiosity as to what was going on. First she peered in through the front window, but no one seemed to be in the living room any more. Putting her hand on the doorknob. She threw the wood away for Ivan to chase and allow her into the house without being a problem. Even the dog was behaving as though he were stoned! Once inside, with shaking steps, she made her way up to the second floor and in the very first bedroom, her eyes caught abruptly on Saul lying on a narrow bed, under a bald bulb hanging on a twisted cord from the ceiling. He had taken off his clothes. She recognized his large muscular frame with a shocking sense of familiarity after only one glimpse this afternoon! He was stroking his hands over Judy's nakedly rounded white ass as she lay on her side. Saul's firm body was behind the lithe brunette, but Olivia had no trouble seeing him since he was so much larger than her smaller sister. As they lay facing the door, Olivia thought she should look away, but she couldn't. She felt almost hypnotized by the salacious spectacle, and she was too curious.
Judy laughingly covered her nipple hardening tits with, her hands, trying to protect them from Saul's fingers moving over her nakedly exposed curving hips and steadily upward. His fingers dug under her covering palms to grasp her round, high-set tits and simultaneously the rest of his muscular hot nude body pressed up closer from behind Judy's slender form. Now Saul was rolling the slightly built fifteen year old over face down on the mattress and was crawling like a lewd predator up between her trembling legs from behind as she lay on her belly. His large hands were spreading her white, resilient ass-cheeks apart, and suddenly he lowered his blond head to lick his wet tongue into the shadowy crevice of her ass.
Olivia gasped as she saw Phil's friend obscenely use his hot probing tongue between the teenager's nakedly exposed quivering ass-cheeks, his huge, throbbingly hard cock poling downward as he bent forward, rubbing against the blanket beneath them. Struggling, Judy seemed to be trying to squirm away but she was laughing too hard.
He released her quivering ass momentarily as he moved his hands under her tiny waist to jerk her up to her knees, positioning the soft jellied moons of her ass directly in front of his visibly throbbing blood-bloated cock. Olivia watched in amazement as he leaned down to her upraised buttocks again, using his tongue to wetten the split between the two globes of shimmering white flesh. What is he doing? What's going on? Olivia wondered in a drug-induced daze.
More than anything else, Olivia was hypnotized by Saul's long thickly hardened cock, whether or not it was the effect of the marijuana, she couldn't tell, but it seemed enormous, bigger by far than she remembered it from this afternoon, when she had seen him fucking Judy through the window. Of course he had never taken it completely out of Judy's cunt then, not until it was almost deflated. Now as he licked at and wettened the frustratedly trembling young girl's tiny responsively quivering anus, he was massaging his impatient heavily throbbing cock in his free hand to even more monstrous proportions. Olivia felt that what she was watching wasn't somehow real, and although her sister struggled, Olivia, did not think she really wanted help. She watched, therefore, totally engrossed as Saul released his throbbing pole of inflatedly aching flesh from his hand and began to rub it squarely along ,the swollen nakedly exposed cuntal crevice.
She moved into the room a little farther, taking in more area, and got the shock of her life! On the other side of the room, Bob Tenney was laying in the moonlight with Nancy in front of the open window. He had raised himself up above her nakedly sprawling form to kneel over the oldest Thorne sister's face with his knees straddling her hot young body on either side. His long, rigidly pulsing cock stood out in the air like a, massively throbbing bludgeon. He had his hand around it and was rubbing the glistening moonlit head softly against Nancy's wetly parted lips. She saw Nancy's face come eagerly forward as Bob thrust his hips at her face, sliding the huge bulbous head deep within the confines of her anxiously receiving mouth. He tangled his fingers in the teenager's long dark hair as she began a gentle sucking motion.
Olivia could see the tiny ridges of soft pink flesh pulling from Nancy's lips as Bob drew his wetly glistening cock-head painfully out and then thrust his throbbingly rock hard organ back again into her voraciously sucking mouth. She watched transfixed as he began arrhythmic sawing back and forth, never withdrawing his wetly distended cock out all the way, but leaving its huge bulbous tip just inside the warm velvet moistness of Nancy's nibblingly clasping mouth. Then the young sixteen year old was reaching up above her own trembling thighs, cradling the softness of his dangling testicles in her palms. She stroked them as she sucked voraciously with her widely stretched buttery lips at his now ramming-hard cock, and in the streaming moonlight it appeared to Olivia as a pummeling piston of wet flesh, fucking methodically in and out between the nibbling lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Olivia heard little mewls and groans of shameless pleasure erupting from Nancy's young mouth around Bob's slippery cock.
Phil? Where was Phil? Olivia's mind was doing a tailspin. She practically cried with relief to find him sitting in a corner on a cane chair. He rolled his hands together as he stared excitedly at Nancy and Bob. There was a gleeful expression on his face. He seemed to be enjoying everything that was happening, but at least, he wasn't participating!
"Phil is just sitting there, all alone!" Nancy's voice echoed wildly through the large bedroom and probably out the window! "Come on over here, Phil! You can fuck me while I suck Bob off!"
Olivia watched her first lover with a dazed kind of horror as he pulled himself eagerly up. He was unbuttoning his shirt now, practically falling all over himself as he strode across the floor to join Bob and Nancy.
"Ooooohhhh! I never did it with two men before. . . at once!" Nancy giggled as he tossed the shirt onto the floor and began undoing his slacks. "Come on! Come on! Hurry up," Nancy laughed, watching hungrily while he slipped out of his slacks.
"Yeah, hurry up," Bob said. He had removed his saliva-wettened prick from her mouth and sounded irritated with the interruption. Olivia was stunned and simply stared open-mouthed at the unbelievable scene unfolding among the three bodies, her sister and two men. Nancy was lovely and her blue eyes had a glazed look. She was sweating and her long brown hair was strung out across the pillow, giving her an even more licentious appearance. There were flushed spots of excitement on her translucent white breasts and particularly around her youthfully firm thighs near her dark-curled pussy hairs. She lay with her arms spread out in wanton invitation at her sides. Her glowing eyes danced up at Bob, who had moved beside her and now massaged her ripened young nakedly throbbing tits.
Phil walked across the floor and stood nakedly over Nancy and Bob. "Okay, I'm ready. Spread your legs, broad!"
"Took you long enough," Nancy joked, but she obediently lifted her knees. From beside her, Bob put a hand on her passionately quivering shoulder, pushing it deeper into the bed and re-inserted his prick in her eagerly parting lips. "Ooohh," Nancy gurgled. Her pretty face, neck and shoulders half disappeared below his hairy red pelvis while her rounded young asscheeks waved high up in the air, inviting Phil to sink his long pulsating prick deep up inside her hungrily grasping cunt. Olivia found herself leaning against an old bureau, her legs wobbly and her breath coming fast. She couldn't believe she was actually watching Nancy's nakedly exposed ass uplifting so Phil could fuck her. As the brunette spread her knees, her pink-fleshed cuntal slit revealed itself more nakedly, glistening wetly in the moonlight. Olivia found herself growing even more confused as a tantalizing sexual hunger all her own began churning deep up inside her belly. She could feel her heated cuntal flesh beginning to moisten as she watched.
Nancy spread her long legs as wide as possible.
"Lift your ass a little," Phil demanded and her sister obeyed instantly, rotating and squirming her uplifting girlish asscheeks with all her might. Instead of being ashamed or inhibited in what she was doing, Olivia saw she was totally enjoying it. Bob's hips began to bob as he fucked his long, bloatedly hard cock in and out of her voraciously sucking wet mouth, and Olivia caught periodic glimpses of Nancy's blissfully closed eyes, and the way her hand was gently trailing over Bob's dancing testicles.
Then Olivia felt the marijuana she'd smoked earlier rushing to her bead. She felt herself getting light-headed and blinked for a moment, staring down at the floor until She regained her balance. When she looked again, Nancy was still furiously undulating and grinding her fleshly quivering asscheeks up in the air, the gentle curves of her body casting weird shadows on the wall. Her straining moonlit belly glistened with sweat, her arms were slightly clenched and her thighs spread and quivering with sexual anticipation. It was raw naked lust. There was no other name for it!
"Just a second," Phil murmured. He dropped to his knees and seized her waving ass-cheeks with eager, outstretched hands. He steadied them, gazed at her dark-haired pussy and its succulent pink flesh for a long moment, then brought his stiffened wetly expanded cock into position up against her invitingly splayed-open young nakedly pink cunt. The brunette seemed to be holding her breath as the lust-knotted cock-head pressed up hard between her sensitive cunt, lips. Then, suddenly, he found his mark! With one savage thrust of his hips, Phil plunged his long thickened cock deep up inside her wetly clutching hole, bringing wild ecstatic mewls from Nancy's lips.
" Aaaaaagh ! " the dark-haired' girl cried out, her voice muffled by Bob's pulsating thickness in her mouth.
Olivia's eyes widened as Phil's hard glistening prick pulled out of sight between the moistly clinging tight walls as he shoved his achingly fucking cock up into Nancy's little pussy hole again and again, jolting her nakedly writhing body with each brutal stroke.
"Ooooohhh!" Nancy gasped and moaned around Bob's prick pumping in her mouth, her voice trailing off into an unintelligible gurgle.
A lewd flame leaped from Olivia's belly and up into her hungrily roused tits. She thought she should be shocked and hurt, but she realized that she was enjoying it! She had never seen anything so wildly exciting in her life. Nancy's naked moonlit body began to buck and quiver, anxiously thrusting back up to meet Phil's deeply plunging cock fucking into her tight little pussy. Phil's eyes glowed with a lewd fire as he flicked unmercifully into her sucking young cunt, not holding back, pistoning into her with all his weight and strength. Her entire tossing hot little body vibrated like gelatin under his pummeling strokes, her tits jiggling and dancing obscenely and finally flattening out as they brushed against his chest.
Somehow, fucking two men at the same time was even more exciting, more thrilling than. . . than a dog! Nancy was totally subjugated. She was nothing more than a slave to the depraved and unrestrained desires of Phil and Bob who fucked with ever greater force and strength into her defenselessly clenching cuntal walls and hole. Her naked form had almost disappeared between their two masculine bodies. At this point she had no purpose but to satisfy the two lust-driven men.
"Oh, God!" Olivia gave a little moan with Nancy. A wild thought bolted through her mind and she quickly dismissed it. For a split second, she wished she were Nancy! . . . getting fucked so savagely, so wantonly! . . . by Bob and Phil at the same time! She moved in a little farther, squeezing her warm moistening thighs tightly together. The wet heat of her rapidly responding cunt was becoming almost unbearable. God! This was too much!
"Uuuuuuhh," a man's loud grunt echoed off the old high ceiling. With a roar, Bob stiffened and came like a ravaging lion into the sixteen year old's obscenely stretched mouth. His reddened face contorted with desire. Olivia could see his rock-hard asscheeks flex and untighten as he arched his hips a final time. Then his entire body torturously convulsed as he came again and again, shooting his hot creamy male sperm deep down into Nancy's gurgling, hungrily sucking throat.
Pulling away from her, he then collapsed onto his back, gasping out the euphoria of his orgasm. His eyes flickered over at Nancy, who was grinding her lust-drenched little pussy lips hard up against Phil's pile-driving cock, ecstatically delirious moans coming from deep in her throat. Then finally, he staggered to his feet and moved out of the light coming through the window to sit on the cane chair where Phil had been.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" A shrill scream of pleasure from Judy tore through the room. Turning her head to the other bed, Olivia saw that Judy had changed positions, that she was kneeling in front of Saul now, and her reluctant moans had changed into wails of rapturous surrender. Saul was fucking her asshole! His thick ram-rod cock could be seen fucking half-way up into her unbelievably straining little hole like a finger into a too tightly wound rubber band.
Judy's hips moved eagerly backward to meet the thrust of Saul cramming his lust-hardened cock hotly up into her stretchingly devouring anal hole. Her warm naked young body undulated beneath him and her girlishly small ass-cheeks rotated in tight abandoned circles that signified intense enjoyment. "Oooooohhhh, oooohhhhhh, ooohhh," she chanted beneath his long powerful thrust into her tightly puckering asshole. Saul became wilder and wilder in response, and he moaned himself as he rammed lewdly into her so hard that the fifteen year old girl suddenly collapsed to the bed under the weight of him.
Yet, Judy screamed again, a cry of near exaltation! "Aaaaaggghhh! " and then louder, "Aaaaagggghhhhh! Oh God, don't stop! Keep it up!"
The cruelly ravaged girl was going out of her head with wanton desire. Her delicately curving. young body began convulsing and jerking out a mind-blowing orgasm that Olivia thought would never stop. At the same time, Saul was reaching his own wild peak, and he plunged forward to embed his spasmodically jerking rockhard cock deep up into her milking little rectum. He tottered onto her back and then, dragging the nakedly trembling girl with him, they both collapsed in an exhausted heap, draping arms over the side of the small twin-sized bed.
Olivia was going out of her mind! She had seen things in the last few minutes that she'd never expected to witness in her entire life and now she wanted in on some of the action, also Judy and Nancy were more turned-on than she'd ever thought possible, and whatever they'd done to bring it on, she wanted to do it, too.
"Olivia Babeeeee!" Bob had noticed her and now was rising to his feet stark naked with outstretched arms.
"What?" Olivia held back. Her fingers clutched tighter to the bureau. She could feel a deep blush spreading up from her neck where it would only deepen her tan to her face and the roots of her hair, where it always showed beet red. Whether it happened from her own inner excitement or embarrassment at having been caught watching, she didn't really know. Bob strode across the floor, caught her by the wrist.
"Oh, no!" She tried to wrench away. "Oh, yes!" He held tight to her pulling arm.
"No!"
Suddenly Olivia was pulled forward to the bed. She just stood there, feeling befuddled while Bob unzipped her skirt and pulled her sweater over her head. She glanced away momentarily at Phil furiously pounding his cock up between Nancy's swaying legs. He looked like he was going to cum any second, and the next thing she knew, she was in her white cotton panties and Bob was pulling her down onto the bed where Saul and Judy had been.
Although she looked carefully around the room for Saul and Judy, she couldn't find them and turned back at the feel of Bob hurriedly pulling her flimsy panties down her legs. She reached out but he was already tossing them aside. They flew over her head and disappeared into a dark corner.
"Oooooohhhh!" she gasped as Bob hand fell on her nakedly throbbing pussy mound. His fingers massaged the already lubricated folds of her sensitively pulsing pink cunt, finding the tiny hard clitoral bud and rubbing it gently as her whole young body shivered with an ungovernable spasm of delight. She was sure she would cum right then! Simultaneously, his other hand began to rub the full straining mounds of her sweet white tits, squeezing their firm resilience between his fingers, then drumming his fingertips over the dark spiked out nipples.
"Uuuuuuuhhhh," Olivia sighed in undeniable pleasure. She could feel her hotly throbbing cunt aching, already hungering for something more substantial than his probing finger. She didn't resist as he pushed her down on her back and kneeled up over her before shoving her long slender legs nearly double back up against her heaving chest.
"Aaaaaahhh," she gasped delightedly from his sudden impatient roughness. She glanced down at the rigid column of sensitive flesh that was his cock, the stiff wonderful hardness that she had felt enlarging against her naked white thigh stood out long and white and gleamed like a wet sword from his hairy loins. She shivered in a wild excitement as he climbed to his knees over her, poising the desire-lengthened, blood-bloated cock less than an inch from her hungrily gasping cunt. In the background she could hear Saul and Judy moving. Oh God! Suddenly the idea came to her. She knew what she wanted!
"Bob," she gasped, already rolling quickly over onto her stomach. "Let's do it, too! Just the way Saul and Judy did! Do it to me!"
"Yeah, well. . . " Bob Tenney stared at the young thirteen year old blonde pulling up now onto her knees, upraising her nakedly exposed asscheeks in lewd invitation.
Then the young red-haired man didn't need any further encouragement. He took one long look at Olivia's eagerly quivering ass and placed his hot thickened cock-head against her tightly clenching little anal hole, which was puckering in lewd anticipation. He thrust forward with all his strength.
"Noooooo! Not so fast!" Olivia groaned. It was different than she had expected. The pain was unbelievable! It felt like her small rubber-tight virginal brown hole was splitting before the thick staff of hard flesh trying to fuck it up her from behind. " Aaaaaaaahhhh! You're killing me!" she screamed, but her protest was futile for Bob, having started was not about to stop. He continued to push his long thick cock inch by painful inch up into her defensively clenching brown asshole. "Please. . . please stop!" she called. The torturous pressure continued.
Finally Bob, leaning over her back, reached around her waist and down between her wildly trembling legs to fondle her sensitively nibbling young pussy lips and hardened clitoris, and the change from pain to pleasure was almost immediate for Olivia. A growing excitement surged through the subserviently kneeling young girl as she felt his pulsing cock buried far, up inside the warm, rubberily clinging walls of her rectum, bringing her strange masochistic pleasure, the likes of which she had never experienced before.
"Oh, yes, that's what I needed, " she called out as Bob began fucking in and out of her tightly stretched anal opening. "Oh, yes, oh, yes! Oh God, I've got it!"
Bob rammed, his madly throbbing cock deep up inside the hot spongy flesh of her rectal walls, excited sweat pouring off his chest onto her passionately shuddering, tanned back in small moonlit streams. Olivia's face was twisted now with the delirium, of her approaching orgasm as every backward lunge she made sent the heavily swelling tip of Bob's thick cock deeper and deeper up into her taut belly.
"Aaaaarrrgghhh!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Bob Fuck my asshole! Oh . . .
Olivia was suddenly conscious of moving hands that roamed at will under her nakedly quivering upper body, returning always to her dangling breasts where they fondled and massaged and caressed their soft resiliency.
She could feel her aroused nipples digging hard into grasping palms and opened her tightly clenched eyes. It was Phil! Oh how happy she was!
"Suck my cock. Put my cock in your mouth," he wheezed hoarsely. Then he said to Bob, still thrusting his cock furiously up Olivia's clinging rectum from behind. "Hold on a minute. Olivia can suck my cock while you're fucking her ass."
Phil moved again from beside the sodomized girl's head, and she watched as he sat down on the bed, inserting his lust-stiffened loins beneath her beautiful face. Then she felt his hotly pulsating cock pressing eagerly up against her buttery lips. Olivia kept her eyes open in delight as the satiny cock-head brushed against her willingly opened lips. She had never sucked a man's cock before either. She wanted to do it! Especially because it was Phil's! The fact that behind her, between her wide-held legs, Phil's friend was fucking her in the ass with his long white cock made it just that much more wicked and exciting.
She opened her mouth and her lips rounded softly around Phil's long hard cum-filled cock. She was pleasantly surprised by its warm rubbery texture and slight pungent male flavor and-by the way it was throbbing in her mouth like a second heart. Then Phil began to revolve his hips slowly back and forth in front of her face, flexing the muscles of his ass to drive his wildly throbbing cock deeper into her warm velvet mouth. She accepted it, convulsing and hollowing the warmly "clasping insides of her mouth around the thickly throbbing shaft until all of it was absorbed and the spongy, desire-enlarged head brushed the back of her throat. Only a tiny stretch of the thick fleshy base showed between her nose and his dark black pubic hair as she tightened her lips like an elastic band around its exciting thickness.
Behind her, Bob arched his hips back as far as he could and then rammed his long thick cock right up to his pelvis with a body-jolting thrust. Olivia groaned in a wild sexual delirium as she felt its hardness pushing even deeper inside her hungrily gripping rubber hole. He began to fuck into her with a deliberately low rhythm that whipped the ever-growing flames of insatiable desire into a raging inferno. Every plunging thrust, rippling like steel through her rapturously clinging rectal walls, brought her closer and closer to a new and higher peak of ecstatic pleasure than she had ever experienced before.
Olivia reached behind them both, her sharp nails biting like eat's teeth into Bob's asscheeks, holding him pressed firmly against her wantonly undulating white ass. With each downward thrust of his hips, she pulled with all her strength, driving his long asshole-fucking shaft as far as it would go up into her no longer virginal squirming rectum.
"Oh how wonderful you both are! Nothing has ever felt so wonderful!" she mumbled around Phil's bloatedly fucking cock, bobbing her head in lewd circles around the burgeoning cock in a lewd imitation of intercourse.
Oliva knew she was nearing her climax. She could tell by the now familiar but still unbelievably incredible rippling sensation that intensified to the point of explosion within her desire-tightened belly. Suddenly she was there!
"Oh, both of you, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Please fuck me!" she moaned, caught up in its sudden joy, her arms flailing helplessly at her sides. "Fuck my mouth! Fuck my ass!"
Fucking as hard as he could up into her tight anal channel, Bob stepped up his wildly pounding rhythm, tunneling faster and faster through the warm velvety walls that milked and sucked at his exploding cock. Sweat was pouring off his back as he shoved his long throbbing cock into her again and again and again. Then a grin flashed over his passion-contorted face as he felt the first tremors within her belly.
"Aaaaagh!" With her little remaining strength, Olivia lifted Bob's weight on her back and opened her mouth to gurgle, "Oh God, I'm cummming! I'm cummmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg! Aaaaaggghhhh!"
As he fucked up into her convulsing rectal passage with every ounce of energy he could summon; Bob's arms reached under her tapering waist and held her buttocks completely off the bed, rocking his loins back and forth with a savage motion as be buried his wildly ejaculating prick in her rectum. One more deeply plunging lunge, then another, and finally his white hot eruption splattered deep up inside her belly, to be joined there by Phil's powerfully jetting spurts of cream now shooting down her choking throat. Through a mindless haze of pleasure, Olivia could feel everything, the two hot floods of male cum that filled her insides to bursting and the joy, a rapture which was so sweet and so powerful that it shorted out her senses and she felt herself falling. . . falling. . . into oblivious exhaustion on the soft bed.
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* I guess it was that night that I really decided that no matter how promiscuous the Thorne sisters might be and how they were probably going to be gossiped about. . . and they were. . . for several summers to come, one of them was worth coming back for. I don't know if I told you, in the beginning, when I started telling this story, that my name is Phil Hampton. I meant to, but anyway, you have undoubtedly guessed it by now, anyway.
It was a shame to split up the Thorne girls, but after all, one man couldn't marry all three of them. . . or he could, but you know how archaic the law is about that sort of thing! Anyway, Nancy was married only a couple of years later. Her husband's a very busy judge, and she runs a small business on the side. She has about five girls working for her, sometimes more in the summer. Because of her husband's position, I'm not allowed to say what the girls do exactly: You understand, don't you? Thanks.
Judy Thorne studied to be a physical education instructor and is now working in her husband's massage parlor, where they divide most of the clients between them, requiring little assistance, I understand. Olivia and I took over the old Thorne place, modernizing it somewhat, and renaming it Hampton's Motel. One of the improvements we made was to run stairways and verandas around the second story bedrooms as well as the third story attic rooms, which we also rent. We didn't really do that because we wanted a motel but for the convenience of Ivan. Most of the tourists who stay with us now are young college girls and the big dog, as old as he's getting to be, still makes his rounds faithfully every night. He rather likes the Don Juan approach, over the balcony. The girls seem to like it too.
We put asbestos shingles on the outside of the big house, but Mrs. Thorne insists upon painting the inside for us once a year. She starts on one wail and goes all around, then just goes around again when she gets back to the beginning, so it probably gets painted more than once. Well, she enjoys herself.
The times I really enjoy though are the holidays, when all the sisters are back and regardless of all the different names they have acquired through marriage, one look at those three tight little asses and the fine upthrust tits and all marriages are forgotten. They are the Thorne girls and at those times, we husbands are three lucky men. . . oh . . . and a dog, isn't that right, Ivan?
P .S. Olivia wanted to know why I lied about where I was staying that last week. I told her I lied to Nancy because I wanted her to think I was too far away to come hanging around. That pleased my wife. I had to tell Nancy it was because I was afraid Olivia was too young and I didn't want her to come around. That pleased Nancy. I suppose if they ever compare notes, my wife will get very suspicious and want to know why I didn't lie to Judy. I guess it would be conceited to ask her, "Aren't you glad I didn't?" I'll just tell her that a bunch of guys always have use for a good baseball player.
