The boy was wiping furiously at the windshield now, hardly knowing what he was doing. His attention was riveted on Julie's thighs. She had shifted in such a way that her crotch was fully revealed to him.
Julie smiled to herself as she heard the boy gasp again. Snapping the purse shut, she ran her hands over her breasts as though smoothing the sweater, arched her back to make them stick out further. Then, dropping her hand to her lap, she toyed with the hem of her hiked-up skirt. As though preoccupied, she fanned the skirt up and down.
Every time Julie lifted the skirt, he could almost see her belly button. And she was doing it stow enough to enable the boy to see the lacy edges of her pants.
Chapter One
It was beautiful.
Julie wheeled the small car expertly down the broad highway, the sun streaming in on her. The top was down and the wind fluttered her long copper-colored hair behind her. She had never felt so free.
Eighteen years old, vibrant with youth and beauty, she had been stifled-or so she thought- these past nine months. College was a drag. She was a good student, but college was a drag anyway. But that was behind her, at least for the next three months.
Now, it was the last week in May, and she had three lovely, warm months to be free, to be herself.
And what was Julie?
It was a question she had asked herself many times. There were times when she felt she was two people. And, in a way, Julie Kramer was two people, with totally separate personalities, separate wants and desires. One part other played the game as established for her. Most of the time she was a demure, somewhat shy girl, quick to smile and quick to laugh. This Julie Kramer was the face she presented in her college life. But during the evenings, nights, and weekends, she was altogether a different girl.
And this was the girl Julie enjoyed the most.
The weekend, the evening, the night Julie was a hot-blooded, sensual, sex-loving girl. She would often get far enough away from college so she wouldn't be recognized, make a pick up, and fuck for as long as time would permit.
Behind the facade of her demure, often shy, appearance, Julie Kramer was a girl who bubbled for sex. She needed sex the way any other person needed water; her very existence depended on sex, and in huge quantities. She didn't care for a permanent partner at all. One man could become a bore after a while, she had discovered early in her life. Julie wanted variety, a change, anything that could keep her life moving along with excitement.
To those who knew the night Julie, she was the most uninhibited, the most abandoned, most wanton girl they had ever seen. She was starved for sex, not affection. Affection she had from her mother, from her brother. But they couldn't provide sex.
To those who knew her on the campus, she was sweet, shy, but very friendly-a girl they all loved to be with. There were a few studs on campus who had made passes at her, but she had brushed them off in such a way that feelings had not been injured. She was known as a good pal, a girl who would help with assignments, who would go to a drive-in, maybe have a glass of beer, talk and joke. None of the boys and girls on campus realized they were with a virtual bundle of explosive sexuality that could devour them.
Julie often laughed to herself about her situation. She would dream of ways to shock the faculty and student body out of their pants. But of course she never did. It was better, for her purposes, to be known as the sweet, shy beauty who was studious, who was virginal.
But it was the sensual side she liked the most.
On weekends, especially, she would dress in her small off-campus apartment. She would bathe thoroughly, splash a subtle scent on strategic places of her body, brush her coppery hair until it shone with tiny sparkles. A slight touch of lipstick was the only make-up she ever wore. She had no use for creams and oils and all the other things guaranteed to make a woman desirable.
Julie, on weekends, was desirable enough.
After brushing her hair, she would slip into a pair of sheer, lacy panties, the kind easily seen through. Then, without giving a thought to a bra, she would put on a blouse, leave the top three buttons open, exposing the creamy valley between her flawless breasts. Next came a miniskirt, a very short miniskirt. She would examine herself in the wall mirror, maybe stick small pearl or diamond earrings into the tiny holes at the lobes. With her copper hair flowing past her shoulders, her dark eyes peering back at her with a steaming expression in them, she would stick her tongue out at her reflection and say aloud: "You're going to get fucked tonight, baby."
The very thought of having a hard prick sliding in between her thighs and rapping at the hairy slit of her pussy would send shivers of delight racing up and down her spine.
Satisfied with her appearance, she would lock her apartment and skip happily to her small sports car. Then she would drive swiftly to the town ten or so miles away. That town was small, but intimate. She was known there as a free-living girl who would do anything with a man, take whatever pleasure he had to offer her, give as well as receive. None of the men she knew in the town had any idea she was a college student. Indeed, they didn't know where she lived, not did they give a damn.
She was a hot piece of ass for them, and that was all that mattered. Julie thought she had fucked at the very least half of the male population of that town. Often enough, she would be screwed three and four times in a single afternoon or night, and still she wanted more.
Julie always wanted more.
In her apartment, if she did not go out, she would frequently walk about naked, fondling herself, finishing the evening by masturbating. Going naked in her apartment had created some humorous and sometimes dangerous situations for her. Boys and girls were forever dropping in to see her, and not a few times she had to scramble into anything handy.
But in a way, Julie didn't mind that. The aspect of being caught in her other personality was quite exciting to her.
Now, speeding down the highway in the warm May sun, her miniskirt hiked up over her thighs, she was humming gaily to herself. The radio was on, dialed to a good rock station, and she twisted now and then on the seat. It was not quite noon, and she hoped to get far down the highway before stopping for lunch.
Home was four hundred miles away, a good seven or eight hours driving at the least. She had been on the road now for two of those hours. Off to her right were the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean; on her left the tree-shrouded hills. Since it was midweek, there was very little traffic. As she drove, she thought of the coming summer months.
Being home would not bother her sexual nature. Santa Barbara was a big enough place to continue her sexual indulgences without injury to her reputation. She would be able to see men without her mother's knowledge. Tourists and vacationers abounded in Santa Barbara during the warm summers. It would be easy enough for a girl with her beauty to find exciting adventures.
Julie's preference in men wasn't strong. She liked for them to be attractive, but it wasn't her sole requirement in a man. In fact, the only requirement she had was a hard, thick cock, and a willingness to play her games. And since most men had thick cocks that would easily enough become hard, there wasn't a problem at all. And, too, most were quite willing to play with her. Single or married made no difference to her. She didn't care if a man was cheating on his wife, as long as she was taking the wife's place.
Glancing at the fuel gauge, she noticed there was hardly a quarter of a tank left. She could drive for another sixty or so miles, but Julie didn't want to chance it.
Seeing the service station down the highway, she slowed the small car.
There were no other buildings around the station. It had been set on the right. side of the highway for one purpose only; to fuel the cars that came by, to beat the competition of other stations five miles down the highway in the town.
She pulled into the pumps and cut the engine. It was a modern station, with bright blue and white colors. The builders had landscaped it to blend in with the surrounding area.
She was the only customer.
A bell clanged and a tall, somewhat skinny boy came from the office. Julie flashed him a wide smile as she told him to fill the tank and, please, check the oil for me.
The boy shoved the nozzle into the tank like a phallus entering the sheath of a willing girl. Then, as he began to scrub at the windshield, he looked through at Julie.
He looked first at her face. She was a lovely girl, he saw. In fact, she was about the most beautiful girl he had ever seen-. Then he glanced at her breasts. They were encased in a thin summer sweater, two peaks jutting enticingly in it. The sweater molded Julie's breasts like a glove, clinging to the firm roundness.
The boy swallowed and dropped his eyes to her lap. And swallowed again.
His eyes burned on her long, creamy thighs, and there was a tingle in his crotch. Julie was sitting in such a manner that her knees were parted, and the smooth surfaces of her thighs were exposed to her crotch. In fact, by leaning a bit, the boy glimpsed the red lacy crotch of her panties. His cock swelled, and he pressed it against the fender of the low car.
Julie knew the boy was gazing at her. It gave her a nice sensation when a man looked at her. She didn't glance at him, but pretended to be interested in her purse which was lying along side her hip.
As she rummaged about in it, she let her legs open a bit more, and she could hear the muffled gasp from the boy.
The boy was wiping furiously at the windshield now, hardly knowing what he was doing. His attention was riveted on Julie's thighs. She had shifted in such a way that her crotch was fully revealed to him, and he saw the shadowed patch of her copper-colored pussy hair beneath the sheer panties.
Servicing cars was a boring job, but it was times like this that made it worthwhile, many women and girls came into the station, skirts high, and they would tease him and pretend they weren't aware of it.
Julie smiled to herself as she heard the boy gasp again. Snapping the purse shut, she ran her hands over her breasts as though smoothing the sweater, arched her back to make them stick out further. Then, dropping her hand to her lap, she toyed with the hem of her hiked-up skirt. As though preoccupied, she fanned the skirt up and down, and the boy was about to come in his pants.
Every time Julie lifted the skirt, he could almost see her belly button. And she was doing it slow enough to enable the boy to see the lacy edges of her pants.
"Oh, damn!" she murmured softly, but loud enough for the boy to hear.
"Uh, pardon me?" the boy replied, his voice a bit thick.
"Oh, it isn't anything," she said, smiling at him. "It's just that I have to use the rest room, and I don't have a quarter."
"A quarter?" the boy said stupidly.
"Yes, you know," she smiled warmly again at him. "All these modern stations have pay toilets. Don't you?"
"Naw, not us. It's unlocked. Go on and use it."
Giving him a bright thank you, Julie slid from the car, letting her miniskirt ride very high. With one foot on the ground and the other still inside, she paused.
The boy gulped hard. He was staring directly up her thighs, and since she had her legs very wide, the total area of her crotch was exposed. He could even see curling hairs sticking from the edges. Julie knew he was looking; it had been her intention for him to look.
With another warm smile, she walked toward the signs indicating the location of the rest rooms. She deliberately made her hips undulate and swing. The boy continued to stare after her, his eyes watching the slight roll of her ass-cheeks and the flashing thighs.
As soon as she rounded the corner, he raced into the office.
Julie opened the door and entered. She was pleased to find the rest room as clean and neat as the outside of the station. Looking about the walls, she found what she had expected. The bathroom was small, with a single toilet facing the far wall. There was a door there, but the lock, she noticed, wasn't working. On one side was a sparkling sink, with paper towels in a rack.
Glancing at the wall directly in front of the toilet, she waited until she was ready. On the wall, she had noticed a small hole, a hole large enough for someone to peek through, but on her side it looked almost innocent.
She had expected the peep hole. The skinny boy was that type. Pretending she had not noticed the peep hole, Julie washed her hands, then dried them on a paper towel. Next, she entered the toilet, not bothering to close the door. It would have swung open anyway, she was sure.
Facing the peep hole, she lifted her skirt to her waist.
With his eyes pressed to the hole on the office side, the skinny boy watched with growing excitement. He saw Julie lift her miniskirt, and watched as she paused for just a moment. Then he saw her slip her thumbs into the waist band of her sheer, red panties, and down they went. She remained standing with her panties dangling inside out at her knees for a long moment. Then Julie placed her right hand on the patch of silken cunt hair, caressed it, then cupped her pussy, twisting her hips from side to side gently.
The boy was panting as he watched, and his own hand slipped to the front of his pants, grabbing hard at his throbbing prick.
Julie sat down on the toilet, almost primly. Then she opened her knees wide, the panties dangling there. Lifting one foot, she slipped the panties from it, then brought her other foot up. She hooked her heels on the edge of the toilet, panties dangling from one slim ankle. With her knees wide apart, the boy was gazing at her exposed pussy.
Furiously, he ripped the zipper of his pants down and pulled his straining prick free. Closing his fist about it, he began to jerk off madly. His eyes remained on Julie, seeing the perfectly outlined snatch, the pink lips, the copper hair on either side, and her swollen little clitoris that poked provocatively from the moist folds of her cunt.
While he pumped on his cock, the boy saw Julie rub at her cunt lips, almost lazily, then she took the bit of flesh between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and making soft noises the boy could hear. As Julie rubbed at her clitoris, she shoved her thin sweater up, revealing two of the most perfect breasts the boy had ever seen. They were creamy and soft-looking, flawlessly shaped. The nipples were long and rigid. Julie tweaked them, then began to fondle her breasts as she caressed her cunt. She had scooted her hips forward until the cheeks of her ass rested against her heels, and the boy saw, as she pulled upward on her pussy, the pucker of her alluring asshole.
His fist pumped faster.
Normally, Julie wasn't a prick teaser. Yet, she enjoyed it at times. She liked to get a boy hot for her, and she would tease at those times, but she never refused them her body. But now, she was in a mood to see how far she could take this skinny boy, see if she could get him stirred up enough to come racing into the rest room with that hard-on leading the way.
Closing her eyes, she thrust her middle finger deep into the folds of her twat, making gurgling sounds the boy could hear. She licked at her lips as she fingered her cunt and felt her breasts. Behind her closed eyes, she could see the boy on the other side of the wall, his hot eye pressed against the peep hole, his cock in his fist, beating like crazy. The mental picture caused her own lusts to lift higher, and she began screwing her finger in and out of the clinging lips of her hairy pussy. She gasped and panted in pleasure, knowing the boy was doing the same. She could hear his harsh breathing, too.
At first, Julie had not intended to bring herself off by finger-fucking with the boy watching. She had hoped he would come to her, stick that cock of his up her snatch and fuck her. But it didn't seem as though he had the nerve.
As she continued fingering her twat and squeezing her breasts, passion flared within her body, and soon she was finger-fucking herself furiously, moaning and gasping, her heat twisting, the copper hair flying about her lovely face.
"Oh, God!" she hissed loudly, not only for the peeping boy's benefit, but also because it was feeling damned good to her now "Ohhhh, shit! Ohhhh, fuck! Ahhhh, I want to get fucked! I want a big, hard cock up my cunt! God ... oh, dear God! Someone ... anybody ... please ... please ... fuck me!"
The boy listened to her, pumping madly on his prick. His balls swelled inside his pants, and he wanted to run around there and do as she wanted, but he didn't, as she suspected, have the nerve. Many times he had seen women or girls finger themselves off from his peep hole, but most of the time they just sat and pissed. Still, that was better than nothing.
He had never, however, seen such a beautiful girl as Julie do such a thing. Maybe it was her beauty that held him back. If she had been an average-looking girl, he might have had the nerve to enter the rest room with her.
"Mmmmmm!" Julie whimpered, whipping her finger in and out of her snatch furiously, dropping her other hand from her breasts to pull and pinch at her inflamed clitoris. "Ohhhh ... Ahhhhh ... Oooooo! I've got to come! Oh, dear God ... I have to ... must come!"
The boy jerked hard at his cock, watching the exquisite girl finger-fuck almost insanely through the peep hole. He could feel himself on the verge of discharge, and his fist beat rapidly. His grunts and groans were loud enough now that Julie had no doubts what he was doing.
Pleased by the reaction of her audience, she pulled the lips of her pussy far apart, slapped at it gently with the palm of her hand, then rammed two fingers deep into it. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" she yelped in passion. "Ahhh, fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me! Ohhhh, cocks! Big, beautiful, hard cocks!"
And she came.
Her body shuddered, her breasts shivering. Her eyes glazed over and her tongue lolled from half-parted lips.
The boy grunted loudly, and splashed semen against the wall of the office.
Slowly, Julie stood up. Stepping into her panties, she pulled them about her small waist, snapping the elastic. She moved to the sink again, washed and dried her hands. Smoothing the short skirt about her hips and ass, she smiled broadly as she left the rest room.
Rounding the corner, she saw the boy had returned to the car. Getting into it, she repeated her exposure for his benefit.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" she said softly.
"Uh ... yeah," he grunted.
He stood next to the closed door, waiting as she fished into her purse for the money. Handing it to him, she dropped her left hand over the side of the door. As the boy took the money, she brushed her hand over his pants. The boy jumped, and with a soft giggle, Julie gave his cock a squeeze.
"Bye, now," she said very softly, and drove from the pumps.
Chapter Two
It was almost two o'clock when she decided to stop for lunch.
None of the big restaurants appealed to her. She could very well afford them, but Julie liked small, out of the way cafes. They were much more intimate, seldom crowded. Besides, exciting things could happen in those small cafes run by one person.
The place she located was almost as lonely as the service station. It was a small place, set just off the highway on the beach side. There were a few cabins for tired overnighters and not much else. The cafe was a white clapboard affair, with a neon sign that said nothing except cafe. It was off now, of course. There was one car pulled up next to the door, and she wheeled in beside it.
As Julie entered the cafe, she still felt a warm glow from the action at the service station hardly two hours ago. Her pussy twitched with a lovely sensation, mostly because she had been playing with it off and on as she drove.
The interior of the cafe was cool against the heat outside. There were two booths along one wall, and seven or eight stools at the counter. It wasn't the cleanest cafe she had ever seen. But she didn't mind that. For a girl who was scrupulously clean about her personal habits, she seldom minded the condition of places she ate in, or stayed in for an hour or so of flicking.
Sitting at the counter was a man. She glanced briefly at him, and immediately discarded him. He was in his sixties, bald-headed, with a scraggly beard at least a week old. He was slurping coffee from a saucer.
Taking a stool at the far end of the counter, she waited, looking over the menu. There wasn't much choice, really. Stew, hamburgers, hot cakes, and so forth. She decided on a hamburger with fries, closed the menu and sat back. She pulled a cigarette from her purse and fired it up with a tiny gold lighter.
As she blew out clouds of blue-gray smoke, a man came from the swinging doors behind the counter. He stepped toward her, lifting an eye in question.
"Burger and fries, please," she said. "Oh, and may I have a coke. No glass-bottle will be fine."
The man nodded, then returned to the kitchen of the cafe.
He wasn't bad, she thought. Not the best looking specimen, but he was maybe in his forties, with gray at the temples of his black hair. Tall, but not really muscular. But he wasn't skinny, either. He had been wearing an apron about his waist, and it was splattered with food and who knew what else.
She finished her cigarette and crushed it out in an ashtray near the sugar and other condiments before her. Again she looked at the bald-headed man still slurping noisily from the saucer.
When the man brought her the hamburger and fries, she bit into it. Surprisingly, it was tasty. She gave the man a smile.
"Good," she said.
He nodded, looking at her. Then he turned and lifted the lid of an old-fashioned cooler, found a coke, opened it and set that before her. Without saying anything, he leaned on the cooler, watching her eat.
Julie didn't mind. She was used to men looking at her. She would have been disappointed if he had not. She finished the hamburger and began on the fries, eating slowly. Now and then she would glance at the man behind the counter. There was a gleam in his dark eyes, a gleam that Julie was familiar with.
She smiled at him again.
There was no response from the man; just that steady gaze.
The old man finished his coffee, flipping coins on the counter. As he stepped from the stool, he called out: "See you later, Ben."
Ben waved a hand, but never took his eyes from Julie.
The fries gone now, Julie lifted the cold bottle to her lips and drank. Her slim throat swallowed. She kept her eyes on the man behind the counter. Slowly, insinuatingly, she licked the mouth of the bottle. There was a slight lift to the man's eyebrows as he watched her pink tongue lick the neck of the bottle,-then push gently and slowly into the hole.
Still they gazed at one another, neither speaking, but there was a charged tension flowing between them.
Firing up another cigarette, Julie smoked and drank the coke. Her eyes never wavered from the man's.
Placing the empty bottle down on the counter, Julie said without any expression: "Want to fuck?"
"Pay me, first," the man said.
Julie put money on the counter, then looked back at him. "Well?"
The man jerked his head toward the swinging doors leading to the rear of the cafe, then turned and went through them. Julie slipped from the stool and walked around the counter, following him.
The kitchen, unlike the cafe proper, was clean as a bell. Everything sparkled and shined. The man was standing at the rear door.
She walked up to him, their eyes staring into each others. The man walked outside without a word, and she followed him. The man, Ben, opened one of the small cabin doors, and they entered it. The cabin wasn't much. There was a bed, one chair, and the bathroom. That was all.
The man began to remove his clothing. Julie watched him, a smile playing around her full lips. When he was naked, she dropped her eyes to his body. There was a slight belly on him, but not enough to turn her off. His cock was dangling limply down, hairy balls almost hidden by black hair. The man stroked his cock slowly as he moved to the bed, stretching out there.
Julie lifted her sweater, then pulled it from her head. Her flawless breasts came free and she dropped the sweater on the single chair. It was then she noticed the walls were plastered with pictures. She smiled broadly as she leaned to look at them. Many of the pictures had been cut from magazines, nude women in a variety of poses. But some were photographs.
It was the photographs she looked more closely at.
One picture was an eight-by-ten of a very pretty girl, hardly fifteen years old. She was sitting in a chair, her feet up and draped over the arms, cunt fully exposed. The girl was cupping one small breast, a cigarette in her other hand. The girl's eyes were open, gazing into the camera. Her expression gave the impression of being bored.
Another picture, also eight by ten, and in full color, was of an even younger girl. This one didn't seem a day over thirteen. She had very small breasts, and she wasn't fully developed anywhere. The girl was lying on a bed, her legs wide apart. Something that looked suspiciously like a cucumber was inside her almost hairless pussy, and the girl was licking a carrot, of all things. Unlike the first picture, this girl had an expression of passion on her young face.
There were maybe ten or twelve such pictures, all young girls in their teens. Julie turned and faced the man. He was still pulling at his cock, only now it was very hard.
"You like them young, huh?" she said, smiling. Her fingers worked at the zipper of her skirt, and it fell to the floor. Hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, she slipped them down and off. Moving to the bed, she crawled up on it, standing on her knees. "You really go for young pussy, don't you?"
The man nodded his head, jerking up and down on his cock. Julie was starting to lie down beside him, but he stopped her. The way he stopped her was by lifting his head and planting a moist kiss on her stomach.
"Nice," she murmured, pressing her stomach against his face. The man's other hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her ass, his face moving lower. "Ohhh, you're going to eat me? Lovely!"
As an answer, the man's tongue darted forth and moved against the curling strands of her pussy hair. Julie widened her knees and moved until she was almost over his face. She grabbed the back of his head and writhed her wet pussy into his face. The man's tongue fluttered about the puffy lips for a minute, then slithered between them and began to lap at her rigid clitoris.
"Mmmmm, I love that!" Julie whimpered, banging her cunt back and forth at his face. "I love being eaten. Lick my clit some more ... ahhhh, that's the way I like it! Ohhhhh, you're very good at sucking pussy!"
She rolled her hips in a tight circle against his face, her head back, eyes closed, the lust washing over her. She shivered with pleasure as his tongue poked deep into the velvety interior of her cunt, then up again to twirl about her distended clitoris. Julie glanced down and saw that the man was still jerking slowly on his cock.
She reached for it, wanting to grip it in her hot little hand, but the man shook his head. "Oh," she said softly, "you'd rather do it yourself, huh? I don't mind. Different strokes for different folks, I've heard."
As the man lapped into and around her steaming pussy, Julie watched him jacking off. She had enough experience to know there were some things that turned men on, and if this was what he liked, eating her twat and jerking off at the same time, she didn't mind. At least she would come in his mouth. It would be unlike the nervous, shy boy at the service station.
As his tongue wiggled about her pussy, Julie rocked her naked ass to and fro, gripping the back of his head tightly. His tongue fluttered about her clitoris, alternating with luscious, thrilling licks at the lips of her hairy snatch, then inside it. She was dripping quite a bit now, and the man's cheeks and chin were smeared with the slippery juices.
"Oh, my," she whispered throatily. "You'll make me come if you keep on sucking my twat! Want me to come-? Do you want me to come in your face? Is that what you want?"
The man didn't reply. He was too busy slurping away at her sweet, sugary pussy. His eyes were closed, she saw, and his hand continued to pump away at his thick prick. His fist was smeared with the dripping fluids from the piss hole, and Julie burned with desire to get hold of it. But she let the man have his fun.
Her nipples were swollen, painfully so. She lifted a hand and squeezed into the spongy flesh of one, moaning softly as she whipped her crotch back and forth into the man's face. Pulling her other hand from his head, she cupped one cheek of her ass and dug her fingers into the firm flesh. The man's free hand was doing the same to the other cheek.
"Ahhhh, eat it!" Julie groaned thickly. "Ohhhh, yes! Eat my twat, you jerk-off! Suck that pussy, cunt licker!"
The only response from the man between her long, slim thighs was a grunt and a long, deep stroke into her slippery cunt. Julie felt the beginning of a climax rumbling deep inside her trembling stomach.
"Ohhh, wow!" she squealed loudly. "I'm about there! Suck faster! Suck on my clit! Yes, there ... suck my clit! Ohhh, God ... I'm about there! Oooooo, almost ... almost! Ahhhh, there it is! I'm coming ... coming ... coming!"
Her slender body shuddered violently as the orgasm roared through her, her breasts jiggling as she banged harshly against his mouth with her spasming pussy. The man slurped furiously as she came, his fingers on her ass digging into the creamy flesh, just as she was doing on the other cheek. His hand, wrapped around his straining cock, however, continued to pump away as before, no faster and no slower.
Julie twisted into his face as she came, then as the exquisite warmth receded, she sprawled beside him, legs wide and wanton. She panted heavily, her breasts rising and falling in her effort to suck in air. A movement made her open her eyes, and the man was leaning over her now, his cock arching toward her revealed pussy.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed, reaching for it. But the man pushed her hand away.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she looked between her upstanding breasts as she lifted her ass from the mattress. Without any aid, the man's cock rammed at the lips of her pussy.
The bulbous head slipped between the hairy lips, and Julie sighed. She rolled her hips as the man plunged into her twat, then rocked them up and down.
"Ahhh, fuck me!" she whimpered hoarsely, bouncing energetically beneath him. The man remained braced on his hands, his chest a foot above her breasts. His eyes were turned downward, watching his cock go in and out of her stretched snatch. "Good ... so good! Oooooo, you're big! Such a big cock! Stretch my cunt ... fill my pussy ... fuck my twat ... come in my snatch!"
The man continued pumping in and out of her-writhing crotch, still watching the way the pink lips clung to the shaft. Julie hunched up and down, moving from below the waist only, using the subtle muscles of her stomach and thighs to. fuck him. And, that was what was happening-she was fucking him because he had braced himself on his hands and knees above her, perfectly still and letting her do the screwing.
Again Julie could feel the heat of orgasm boiling inside her body. It was one of the more fortunate aspects of her nature, she felt, this ability to come time and again. She wasn't exactly a girl people would consider a multiple-orgasm female, but she could come within moments three or four times in a row. Each orgasm always grew with intensity until Julie felt she would shatter into pieces.
As the second orgasm burned through her body, Julie raced her hips up and down, eyes wide and glassy, staring at the way her cunt seemed to devour his long, thick prick. Their pubic hairs met and mingled, only to part as she dropped her naked, squirming ass until just the swollen head of his cock was inside her pussy, then she would race back up, driving her pussy to the very base of his prick. Her cunt was so sensitive, she could feel each and every groove of his hard-on inside her, feel the pulsations of blood pounding through it. It seemed to become part of her, part of her burning pussy, as though it was an extension of her lusts.
The muscles rippled smoothly in her flat stomach, bunching and flexing at her thighs. She clawed into the sheets beneath her bouncing ass, biting at the bottom lip that always found its way between her teeth at moments of climax. She made soft animal-like sounds, as she plunged up and down on his impaling dick, sounds that exclaimed her passion.
"Oooo, I'm about to come again!" she burbled with incoherent excitement. "Ahhh, that's nice ... so good! Fuck ... ahhh, fuck me!"
It was contradictory because she was the one fucking him, but when Julie was in the grip of orgasm, she seldom knew what she was saying. She banged her cunt hard against his pelvis, bruising the tender lips of her pussy and not caring. The tiny clitoris was sliding and scraping along the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock, and it was bringing her climax on like the speed and roar of an old-fashioned steam engine.
"God, I love it! I love it! Ohhh, cock ... big cock! Ahhhhhh, my cunt is going to be ripped to pieces! Rip it ... rip it ... rip it! Ohhhhh, I'm about to come again!"
Her naked ass flew in a frenzy, sideways and up and down, rocking and twisting of its own volition. From the waist down, she was separated from the upper half of her body. Her mind was soaring, but it wasn't guiding the movements of her hips. Every part of her slim body seemed to be on the very brink of coming, burning and smoking as it always did when she was being fucked.
She gave a loud, drawn-out wail as she came. The squeezing of her cunt sucked at the man's cock, and she was vaguely aware that he was spewing thick semen deep into her snatch.
He had not made a single sound other than a grunt now and then.
Julie's ass banged down onto the bed, her body trembling. The man's cock slipped from her clinging pussy and the last gush of his warm semen splashed onto the quivering stomach.
She watched him with lazy eyes as he crawled from the bed, walking naked toward the bathroom. She heard water running in there, and she slowly smeared his semen over her belly, a smile of gratification on her lovely face.
The man returned, still naked; he was carrying a camera.
She looked at him in surprise, then at the pictures on the wall. A slow smile of understanding spread across her face.
"You like little mementos of your girls, huh?"
The man nodded, focusing the camera.
"Wait," Julie said, "let me give you a good pose."
She twisted about en the bed, drawing her knees beneath and arching her naked, curvy ass into the air. She looked over her shoulder with a wide smile on her face, reached between her legs and shoved a finger into her soaked cunt.
"This okay?" she asked.
The man nodded and aimed the camera.
He could see through the view finder the lovely, uninhibited girl. She had her ass toward him, and the pucker of her pink asshole would be in the picture, as would the hair-lined lips of her cunt, with her finger deeply inside it. And he liked the way she smiled broadly over her shoulder at him. It would be the best picture yet.
Julie didn't mind. It was kind of exciting, in a way, to have her picture pasted up with those others From the ones she had seen, he knew that her picture would be the best of all, just as she would be the most beautiful of all the girls there.
The camera clicked, and the man quickly rolled the film and shot another picture of her.
"Finished?" Julie asked.
He nodded.
She crawled from the bed and went to the bathroom, where she straddled the sink as well as she could, splashing water against her cunt. Toweling between her thighs, she returned to the room and found the man dressing. So she pulled her panties on, then her skirt and sweater.
Dressed, she followed him back to the cafe.
She sat at the same stool she had occupied before. The man handed her another coke without asking, then he reached down under the counter and pulled out a small bag.
"For me?" Julie asked, picking it up and looking at it curiously. "What is it?"
"Grass," he said
"Grass? You mean ... pot?"
The man nodded his head.
Julie laughed. "So that's how it is. You trade grass for ass! Hey, that's neat! No wonder you have all those young girls. Sorry, though, I don't use this shit. Fucking is my bag."
She tossed the small package back to him. "But why the pictures?"
"Insurance," the man said.
Julie understood. "Then you don't need my picture hanging up in there, do you? I mean, I don't blow shit, so why my picture?"
The man shrugged.
She frowned, then shook her shoulders, her breasts jiggling. "Oh, the hell with it. You want my picture, you can have it."
She finished the coke and slipped to her feet. At the door, she turned to face him.
"You're sort of odd, you know that, mister. Don't you talk much?"
"No reason to talk," he said.
She looked for a long moment at him. Then she smiled. "Maybe you're right. Talking does interfere with fucking at times. Well, maybe I'll come through here again sometime. Okay if I stop?"
He nodded his head, and Julie left the cafe.
Chapter Three
Once again on the highway, she laughed aloud.
He had been such a strange man, she thought. He was a good cunt licker, all right, but he didn't seem to have very much interest in fucking her. Just held himself on his hands and knees and let her pump away. It was as if he didn't care whether he screwed her or not. She wondered what he did with those other young girls, and decided he was certainly a queer one.
With the radio on and the top still down, she drove at a moderate speed down the broad highway. She wasn't in that much of a rush to get home. Her mother wasn't expecting her until sometime the following day, anyway. She could spend the whole night somewhere if she wanted. But spending the night alone in the sterile confines of a motel room didn't appeal to a girl of Julie Kramer's nature. Now if she picked up a strong, willing young man, that would be different.
Finding a man would not be at all difficult for Julie. A girl as beautiful as she never had any real problems there. Although she had come three times this day, she was still steaming, although not as much as earlier. Often she wondered if she were a nymphomaniac, but after careful consideration, decided she wasn't. She simply loved sex, that was all. Besides, from what she had heard and read, a nymphomaniac didn't really care for sex all that much. It seemed to be a physical problem, a problem of not being able to achieve an orgasm. A girl who couldn't come was always searching for that elusive thrill, and never finding it. She flitted from man to man, never being true to any one, but always hoping the next cock that entered her cunt would trigger something. A nymphomaniac, Julie thought, was a girl who was always on the border, but never falling off.
Maybe, maybe not.
But she certainly wasn't one, she felt. She could come easily enough. It was just that she loved sex in all its various pleasures, all its forms. There were some things she had not experienced, but not many.
When she was thirteen years old, Julie had been fingering her pretty little pussy for well over a year. She had used her fingers many times, and although she had heard stories of how much it hurt and bled when a girl was screwed the first time, she had not experienced that particular phenomenon. It had been explained to her by the twenty-odd year-old man who seduced her that some girls didn't bleed, that some didn't have any pain at all. Being uninhibited, Julie had told the man of her finger-fucking, and he felt she had simply stretched her membrane that way so that it was still intact, but pliable enough to allow the entrance of a cock, without tearing.
The explanation satisfied her.
From that first time, Julie had discovered she was a sexual person. And she had been fucking since. She never considered why her nature was this way, why her personality had developed in that direction. She knew there were some girls who wouldn't let a boy so much as touch their breasts, and Julie thought they were quite foolish. In fact, she felt those girls were missing the best part of growing up.
Julie could remember almost every boy and man she had fucked. She could remember not so much what they looked like, their physical features, but their cocks and balls, the size of them, and the way they came. Some of them, remembered, could come like a garden hose, while a few would only dribble a bit of thin juice. She much preferred a cock that sprayed powerfully, filling her cunt to capacity, but she would take the ones that simply wet a bead or two, and do so with gusto.
She had no preference as to size, either. A cock was a cock was a cock, she felt. Long ones, skinny ones, thick ones, short ones ... they were all fabulous. A man's cock and balls fascinated her. She loved to hold them, to feel them grow and throb in her hand. She enjoyed playing with those sensitive balls, feeling the heft of them, the wiry hair that tickled her flesh. Unlike many women, Julie found the sight of a man's naked body a thing of beauty, all hard muscle and angular lines. She particularly enjoyed looking at a man who had a hard-on, but it wasn't necessary to create passion in her. Passion was always in her, and she had methods to make a limp prick stand up quickly enough.
She came to another small town, one of the many that dotted the long highway up and down the coast of California. The sun was behind her, and it was still warm, almost hot. The sky was clear, and the air was unusually humid for this time of year. Tooling the small car to a parking area along the side of the highway, she killed the motor and stepped out. She was on a small cliff that overlooked the ocean.
Stretching, she stood there and looked at the blue waters, seeing a few people on the sand. There was hardly any breeze to speak of. She fluffed her coppery hair and ran her hands over her breasts. It would be nice to take a swim, she thought. Julie liked to be clean, and she had been unable to shower at that small cafe where the man had taken her picture. The only thing was, she had no swim suit with her.
But the water looked so inviting.
Never one to shy away from a little exposure, Julie grinned to herself as she noticed a rock formation a short distance away. From her elevated spot, she noticed it was also clear just the other side of the rocks, with a small pool formed there.
Running and laughing to herself, she tripped down the narrow trail that led to the beach. The few people there paid no attention to the running, happy girl.
She raced into the small rock enclosure and, looking about, saw she had all the privacy she needed. The pool was formed in the sand and rocks, and she could see the bottom very well. It was a natural pool, formed over the years as if made just for her.
Laughing softly, she peeled out of her skirt and blouse, then after a moment's thought, stripped her panties away. Naked, she stepped into the water, ready to catch her breath. But the water was warm. In the center, the water came only to her thighs. She sat down and splashed about, singing to herself. She splashed water up on her breasts, washed her face, and then, opening her knees beneath the water, scrubbed at her cunt until there was no longer any trace of semen left there by the man at the cafe. She washed her whole body, feeling very refreshed, wishing the pool was deep enough to swim in.
She splashed about some more, like a girl-child in a wading pool.
"Venus rising from the sea," a voice came to her.
Julie, startled, looked up.
A man stood at the top of the highest rock, looking down at her. He was a tall individual, maybe in his mid-thirties, she noticed. His body was good, with wide shoulders and lean hips. A sprinkling of hair was on his chest, but otherwise he seemed hairless; except for his head, of course.
His voice had startled her because she had not expected it. She had automatically covered her breasts with her arms, then gave a shrug and let them drop away. She stood upright in the water, unashamed, proud in her beauty. Slowly, still looking at the man, she walked purposefully to the soft, warm sand. Taking her sweater she began to dry her body, spending a long time on her breasts, then deliberately parting her legs and drying between them.
"Nothing bashful about you," the man said.
"Should there be?" she retaliated, flashing a smile at him. "It seems as if you've seen all there is, so why try to hide it now?"
The man gave a low chuckle, glanced behind himself, and started down toward her. "A girl after my own heart," the man said, dropping lightly to the sand.
Julie glanced once at the crotch of his tight trunks, then squatted without a show of embarrassment, and pissed.
The man looked between her wide knees, gazing at her hair-lined pussy as the stream of yellow piss spewed forth. There was a knowing grin on his face.
She looked at him. "Haven't you ever seen a girl piss before?"
"Not so openly," he grinned, sitting on the sand with his legs stretched before him. "You're a strange girl."
"Strange?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. "How so?"
"For one thing, you've not at all modest."
"Why should I be?" she said. "Everyone has to piss, don't they?"
"Most people use bathrooms."
"Do you see one around here?" she countered, taking her sweater and, still squatting, drying her cunt.
"You've got a point," he agreed, watching as she tossed her sweater to the sand. "Do you plan on putting that sweater back on after drying your pussy with it?"
"No, I've got another in the car."
"You plan on walking up there topless?"
"I might do it bottomless, too."
"You're quite an unconventional girl, you know that?"
"So, I'm unconventional."
She remained squatting, her knees wide apart.
The man looked at her pussy, and she looked at his crotch. Then she raised her eyes quizzically to his.
"Doesn't this turn you on?"
"What?"
"Well, shit!" she snorted. "How often do you see a girl squatting like this, everything showing?"
"How do you know I'm not turned on?"
"You sure don't have a hard-on there," she said, pointing. "If you do, you must need a microscope to find the damn thing."
"Oh, I get turned on, but by different things," he smiled lazily at her.
"What different things?" she asked. Julie was certainly getting turned on. Just by letting the man see her this way turned heron. She was somewhat of an exhibitionist anyway, and it always thrilled her to be discovered doing something unconventional. There was a tingly pulsation around her pussy, and already her tiny clitoris was swelling. Her nipples had become rigid again, and she could feel the lips of her pussy swell, too.
"Would you like to find out?" the man asked.
"Here?"
"Why not? Who's to see?"
"You saw me," she said. "Maybe someone else saw me, and saw you come over here. Don't you mind if you find an audience watching you?"
"Bring on the whole population, I don't give a fuck," he said.
Julie gazed at the man thoughtfully, then began to stroke her pussy with a total lack of shame. "Hey, now ... I think you're my kind of man."
The man laughed softly, watching her masturbate. "I believe you're right. What's your name?"
"Julie," she replied, inserting her middle finger into her cunt.
"I'm Jake," he said, and rubbed at the front of his trunks. "You like to finger that cunt with a man watching?"
"I like to do almost everything."
"Is that a fact?"
"It's a fact, Jake."
"How do you like it best?" he asked.
"They're all best," she said, pulling her finger from the clinging lips of her cunt and twisting at her clitoris. "There's no such thing as good, best or better."
"Stand up," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I want to take a look at your ass."
Julie smiled, stood erect. She lifted her hands and fluffed her hair, the movement lifting her flawless breasts. She arched her back, and slowly turned until she had her back to him.
"Beautiful," she heard him whisper.
And it was a beautiful ass. She stood with her back arched, shoving her fine ass outward. Julie's ass was almost heart-shaped, with two spongy but quite firm cheeks with a warm, deep split separating them. They sloped down gently from her back, swelled out sweetly and curved saucily to her long, slim thighs. There were two tiny dimples on each cheek.
"Like it?" she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Christ!" the man groaned. "That's the most beautiful ass ever!"
Julie had an idea he was an ass man. That was fine with her. She stood on one foot, bending the knee of the other leg slightly, causing one cheek to bunch and ripple, the other side soft and caressable. For a moment or so, she changed feet, making her ass-cheeks twist for him. There was a bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach as she did this, knowing she was going to enjoy her fourth orgasm o the day.
She reached her hands behind, and began to fondle her ass. She ran her palms up and down her buttocks, cupped them and squeezed her fingers into the resilient flesh. The man's breathing was coming faster as he watched her, and when she twisted about to look at him again, he had slipped his trunks off and she saw an enormous hard-on, sticking up in the fading sunlight with a smooth head the size of a large plum.
"Mmmmm," she murmured softly, licking her lips. "That's a nice one."
The man wasn't listening to her. He was sitting upright, his cock standing out from his lap. His hands were at his sides on the sand, and he was staring hotly at her ass.
Well, she thought, if he gets his jollies by looking at my ass, it's okay with me. She turned to face the sea again, still playing with her ass-cheeks. She kneaded the flesh, pulled the cheeks apart and arched her back even more, and heard the man moan.
"You really like that, don't you?" she said in a soft, but thick voice.
"God! Oh, God!"
He was looking at her ass as she pulled the creamy cheeks wide, and when the tiny pucker of her asshole was revealed to him, he began to tremble. Julie wasn't aware of any movement from him until she felt his hands on her thighs. She looked back and down, and saw him kneeling in the sand behind her. His hands moved up and down the backs of her thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of her ass where it joined her legs. She shivered as excitement swelled inside her body.
His hands fondled her ass, and she pulled her own away, letting him have fun. His hands were gentle on her flesh, but hot. He ran his palms all over her ass-cheeks, stroking and feeling. Having him do this to her made her pussy swell and quiver, and she decided she was going to get her reward for letting him have his fun, even if she had to rape him!
She stood with her hands hanging loosely at her sides, but kept her back bowed, her ass jutting prettily backwards. Then she felt hot air against the backs of her thighs. She shivered as moist lips began to kiss her legs, the burning lips working from the knee, going upward. Then he was on the back of her other thigh, repeating his kisses.
"Mmmmmm," she crooned softly. "That's very nice. You kiss my legs very nicely, Jake."
The man didn't reply.
His lips worked up, kissing at her shivering thighs. She felt his nose bump against the cheek of her ass, then brush over to the other side and began his trip down the other thigh once more. Bending slightly, she peered between her legs to see if he was beating his cock.
He wasn't.
He placed his hands on her hips, holding her as his mouth paid homage to her sugary flesh. Then he snaked his tongue out and licked from one thigh to the other, coating her flesh with hot saliva.
"Ooooo," she crooned softly. "Lick my legs, Jake. Ahhhh, I like the way you lick my legs!"
"Beautiful," he groaned between licks. "So beautiful! God, you have delicious flesh, Julie! I could lick and kiss on your legs all day!"
Julie sincerely hoped that wasn't all he would lick. Her ass remained arched backward, but her feet were apart. She fondled her breast with one hand and toyed with her cunt with the other as the man licked all over the backs of her sugary thighs.
Then something new was added.
His wet tongue was working up the cheek of her ass, licking and tasting as it went. He pressed it under the curvy bottom part, licked at the crease where it joined her thighs, then up and over, all the way to her spine. Julie trembled as his tongue came down the other side, licking that cheek.
Her position was becoming uncomfortable. She started to pull her ass away, and he gripped her hips tightly.
"I'm uncomfortable this way, Jake," she said. "Let me go."
Reluctantly, he turned her loose. "Lie down, please!"
She turned and looked down at him. His eyes were blazing in lust, his cock jerking up and down powerfully. "Ready to fuck me?"
"No, no," he said hoarsely. "On your stomach ... please, lie down on your stomach. I want to lick your ass some more."
His intensity was great, and she dropped to her knees, then spread her body on the warm sand, her breasts making shallow indentations there. The man was at her side immediately. And he was licking at the swelling mounds eagerly, running his tongue hungrily about the sweet flesh of her ass. Julie reached her hand out and took hold of his hard cock. The man didn't say anything, but licked harder and faster at the cheeks of her butt. She wrapped her fingers about the throbbing prick and jerked on it, but slowly. It was such a big, beautiful cock, she didn't want it spurting come in the sand. That would be a terrible waste. If he came, she wanted it inside her, and if not inside her, at least she wanted to feel the warm stickiness of it on her body.
The man's tongue was moving and licking from cheek to cheek, the flat surface lapping gently and slowly, only to press and move swiftly again. There wasn't an inch of her ass and thighs he had left untended. She stroked on his cock, moaning with passion and wiggling her ass against his mouth. Then she turned loose of his cock and fondled his dangling balls, tugging and squeezing easily on them, then back at his prick again.
It felt so lovely, having him lick and kiss and nibble at her ass. This was something she had not experienced before, and it was so pleasant. Heated as she was, his wet tongue and avid lips made her even hotter. She writhed about in the sand, pumping her ass up and down in a slow, undulating motion. Then the man slipped a hand in between her thighs, and Julie opened them for him. He tickled at the lips of her cunt, then thrust a finger up into her. She squealed with pleasure and lifted her ass against his face. The man ran his finger in and out of her snatch as he licked and kissed the creamy cheeks.
She gripped his hard dick, flexing her fingers and releasing them, milking him. Again she took his balls in her hand and toyed with them, her eyes closed and mouth half opened as she gasped with the bubbling pleasure roaring through her nerves. This had never happened to her before, but Julie was determined it would not be the last time.
She could feel his cock pulsate in her hand, and she tried to draw it closer to her body, just in case he suddenly came. But the best she could do was brush the swollen head along her hip. She held his cock, but was afraid to jerk on it now. He was throbbing too much.
She felt his tongue work along the warm crack of her ass, and she lifted it slightly. The man's hands pulled at the cheeks, parting them. A low, strangled moan came from him as his tongue flew up and down the steaming crevice. He tongued all about the insides of her ass-cheeks, but never once did he lick the pucker of her asshole. Julie was twisting in passion now, and she arched her ass high. The tongue slipped across her tight asshole.
"Ooooo," she wailed. "There! Lick me right there!"
His tongue skidded about, lapping at her clenched asshole eagerly. He held her cheeks wide with his hands, his tongue tapping and licking about the pink pucker. His hand between her thighs pumped in and out of her twat, sending her lust soaring. Then the finger was pulled free of the clinging, hair-framed lips, and he brushed it up between the cheeks of her ass as he pulled his mouth away. Julie felt the pressure as he stuck his finger against her asshole. Crying out in delirious passion, she shot her ass against the finger, and it penetrated her asshole.
"Ahhhhh, oooooo," she whimpered, rolling her ass as the finger moved deeply into the tight hole. "Fuck me there," she crooned. "Fuck me in the ass with your finger! God ... oh, God! That's ... that's fantastic!"
Jake plunged his finger in and out of her upturned asshole a few more times, then withdrew it and rammed it up her twat again. Julie squealed, twisting her hips frantically as he fucked her cunt with his finger, his tongue once more ramming at her tightly clenched asshole.
It felt as though the man was trying to shove his tongue up her ass, and Julie wanted that badly. She squirmed and twisted, trying to help him get it in there. But it wouldn't go. She just couldn't relax enough in her passion to allow the penetration.
Again his finger pulled from her snatch and pressed at her asshole. The finger plunged in, and Julie cried out with ecstasy, twisting with wanton pleasure as he fucked in and out.
"I'm burning up!" she wailed. "I don't know where I want it! In my cunt ... up my ass! Ohhhh, I want it both places ... everywhere!"
The man spoke, very politely: "Julie, may I stick it up your asshole?"
"Oh, God ... yes!" she yelped. "Do that! Stick it up my asshole! Fuck me in my asshole! God ... please, fuck me up the ass!"
The man moved over her writhing body. Julie shot her ass up into the air, sobbing in her powerful need. The man kissed each cheek once more, then ran his tongue into her crotch, licking along the moist slit of her cunt and up between the cheeks of her ass, trying once more to insert his tongue into her asshole. Still he failed.
"Come on! Come on!" Julie shouted at him. "Stop fucking around now and fuck me! Goddamn you, you cocksucker, fuck me in my ass! Hurry ... stick that big cock up my fucking asshole and screw me there!"
"Okay," the man grunted.
Julie felt his thick prick between the cheeks of her ass, and she squirmed back against it, drawing her knees under her body, waving her naked butt with lewd invitation.
She felt the enormous head pressing at her asshole, and for a moment she didn't know if this would work. He was big, huge, really, and her asshole was so tiny, and she had never been fucked up the ass before. Oh, she had enjoyed many fingers up her asshole, including her own, but never had she had a big cock rammed up there. Still, she was determined to take it in the ass if it split her wide open.
"Shove hard!" she sobbed, shoving her ass back against him. "Ram it in me! You can do it! Come on ... up my ass!"
The man held her hips, watching the bulbous head of his cock press at the elastic flesh. Her asshole was smeared with his saliva, and it gave some lubrication. He gave a powerful lunge, and Julie yelled. The head popped into her asshole, and she felt as if she had truly been split apart. There was a searing pain, but it lasted only a moment.
Julie was afraid to move, afraid the pain would return. Fortunately for her, she thought, the man, too, remained still. She lay with her head on her arms, her back bowed, knees pulled up underneath, her silken ass waving high in the air, punctured by the man's hard, throbbing prick. It was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she wasn't at all sure she liked it.
Soft yelps came from her clenched teeth. "Oh ... oh ... oh!" The sounds were those of pain and surprise, like those of a small child caught doing something very naughty by a strict parent. But then, amazingly, the pain began to leave her slowly. There was a much different sensation as it flickered out. Julie opened her eyes, then wider yet, her mouth forming a small oval.
The pain had gone, but there was something else in its place, and Julie's face became radiant. It was exquisite, she felt. So unlike a cock up her twat, so unlike anything she had ever felt. It was beautiful, heavenly. Tentatively, very, very carefully, she moved her ass. She felt stuffed to her throat, and it was a good feeling. When she moved her ass, it was barely perceptible, but the sensation was fantastic.
She moved her ass again, and this time the most sensational pleasure of all shot through her, causing shivers to race about her flesh. "Ohhhhh!" she murmured in ecstatic surprise. "Ohhh, my! Mmmmmm ... it's ... oh, yes!"
The man was grinning behind her, his cock half swallowed by her tight asshole. Looking down at her sweet ass, he saw her move, gingerly. He watched her make a small, sweet little rotation of her ass on his prick, then saw her shove backwards, another inch of his thick cock slipping into that tight, hot ass.
"God!" he muttered. "You're tight. You're so fucking tight in that asshole!"
Julie had the insane urge to giggle, but stifled it by pressing her knuckles hard against her mouth. Of course, she said to herself. I should have a tight asshole, you bastard. Nothing has ever been poked in there but my finger. She wanted to tell the man that, but was afraid that if she spoke that delicious feeling would evaporate.
Again she moved her ass, shoving it back onto his cock. At first, she moved agonizingly slow, until there were only about two inches remaining. A gurgle bubbled from her mouth, and with a small sob of delight, she slammed her ass back hard, her ass-cheeks slapping at his stomach, his hairy balls brushing the puffy lips of her pussy. And once more she remained still, unmoving except for the excited tremors that rippled about her naked body.
Then she pulled away, feeling his cock slide from her slowly. She continued to pull, but just when she felt his prick about to leave her asshole, she gave a powerful shove backwards again, taking it all the way into her bowels. Yipping softly now, she began to run her asshole up and down his cock. The man watched with pleased surprise for a long time, then, gripping her hips, began to thrust in and out of the gripping tightness.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Julie whimpered, her hands above her head and digging into the warm sand, her face and hair pressed into the sand, and she didn't care. What mattered was the sweetness, the fullness, the fabulous sensations that spread through her body.
"Good?" the man asked softly but huskily. "You like this? You like it up the asshole, baby?"
"God ... God ... God!" she moaned. "Yes! Do me ... do me! Ahhhhh, you're all the way up to my goddamn throat! Oooooo ... it feels ... feels ... oh, shit! I don't know what it feels like, but I like it! I like it!"
The man laughed softly, his fingers clawing at her hips as he rammed back and forth, driving his cock fully into her forever stretched asshole.
Julie revolved her naked ass, meeting him plunge for plunge. It was so strange, having a cock in her ass, but it was delicious, too. Although it was her asshole getting all that cock, she could feel the painful swell of her clitoris below, the puffing of her cunt lips, the bubbling moisture that seeped forth to flow hotly down the insides of her thighs. The sheer perversity of being screwed in the ass made it great for her.
"My God!" she groaned. "I think ... I think I'll ... come! I think I'll come this way! Ohhhh, yes ... I know I will! Unh ... unh! Fuck my ass! Ooooo, shove that big cock in my ass. Oh, God ... it feels like my asshole is on fire, but such a delicious fire! Oh, shit! Fuck me ... fuck me! Ahhhhh ... Ohhhhh!"
The man struggled to keep a rhythm with her gyrating ass. She was bobbing and swaying and wiggling so much, he had a hell of a time staying with her. Having his cock up a tight female ass was his specific manner of pleasure, and girls who would let him screw them this way were far and few between. Julie was one of the best, he felt. She was a girl who would not only take his enormous prick in her asshole, but plead for more. As he fucked her, he wished, vaguely, that there were some way to keep her, to meet her again and again. But he instinctively knew Julie wasn't the type of girl who would ever stay with one man, no matter how much pleasure he could give her. She was a girl who flitted from man to man, from pleasure to pleasure, like a golden butterfly seeking new flowers.
Soft, moist, slapping sounds drifted from their bodies, her ass banging softly into his swaying balls and stomach. It seemed to him that she tightened her asshole even more about his cock as he withdrew, relaxing it as he drove swiftly back in.
Julie was doing that, but it wasn't by any conscious effort on her part. Her mind and body were so attuned to sensual perversity, things like that were automatic for her. She could feel each ridge, each groove, each beat of the hot blood in his cock as it began to race frantically in and out of her ass. But he wasn't fast enough to leave her behind. Her cunt felt as though it would explode from the agonized pleasure of it, and her hands dug a deep hole above her head in the sand.
And then Julie climbed the peak and soared.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed as her orgasm burst. "Oh ... unh ... ahhhh! I'm coming! Oh, goddamn! Am I ever coming! Oh, oh, oh!"
Her orgasm caused the muscles of her asshole to clench his stabbing prick, tighter than ever before. The man gritted his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head, and slammed powerfully into her asshole, then shot thick semen far into her bowels.
Julie, murmuring and whimpering with blind pleasure, sprawled into the sand, the man's body following her down. She was shaking violently, her eyes closed, a smile fluttering about her mouth. Her hands clamped sand, and she felt the man's cock drain up her ass.
"You bastard!"
The shout startled them.
The man yanked his cock from Julie's asshole and stood up quickly. Julie rolled over lazily, and looked upon the rock formation. A woman was standing there in a one-piece bathing suit. She was fat, with blubber bunching and falling everywhere.
Julie looked curiously at the woman. "You know her?" she asked the man, unconcerned about their nakedness.
"My God!" the man said, fear on his face. "It's my wife!"
"Your ... wife?" Julie asked, looking at the fat woman again. Then she started to laugh. "No wonder you liked me!" she said. "That is undoubtedly the most gross female I have ever seen."
The woman heard the remarks. "You slut!" she screamed down at them. "You fucking bitch! That's my husband you're diddling!"
Julie smiled languidly. "And a mighty fine diddler he is, too."
The man was getting hurriedly into his trunks. Julie looked from the woman to the man. They certainly weren't a couple she would have matched up. He wasn't at all bad-looking, but that woman! My God!
"You get your fucking ass up here, you son of a bitch!" the woman screeched at her frightened husband. "I'm going to kick your balls right up to your cocksucking throat."
"Now, darling," the man whined. "Let's don't be rash. Please, baby ... it couldn't be ... I mean, she forced me."
Julie laughed harder and louder. What a big goddamn fraidy cat, she thought. He didn't look like a coward, but there were stranger things in this world.
"Sure she forced you," the woman sneered at her husband, her hands on flabby hips, legs somewhat parted. Julie could see black hairs growing all over the woman's thighs, and there was a suspicious shadow on her upper lip. "They all force you! You motherfucker, wait until I get your cocksucking ass home!"
Julie was almost doubled up with laughter.
"What are you laughing about, you little bitch?" the woman shouted at Julie. "Did his funny little pee-pee tickle you that much?"
"I don't believe it!" Julie gasped, still laughing. "I just don't believe it!"
"Cunt!" the woman spat. "Fucking cocksucking cunt!"
The man had somehow gotten his trunks back on, and he was walking warily up the rocks toward his wife.
Mischievously, Julie spread her legs wide, then the lips of her pussy. She called after the man: "Don't forget, darling ... you're to call me tomorrow. I can hardly wait to have your cock up my asshole again!"
The woman sputtered, then stammered in anger, unable to find words to fling down. Finally, she screamed: "Floozy!"
Julie went into peals of laughter. "Floozy! Oh, that's delicious! I haven't heard that one in ages."
"Tramp!"
"Beautiful! Fantastic vocabulary. Anymore?" Julie laughed, still fondling her pussy unashamedly.
But the woman was livid with anger and couldn't find any more words. She grabbed her husband by his upper arm and flung him ahead of her, placing the toes of her right foot directly into his ass.
Chapter Four
Julie's homecoming was filled with excitement. She had been gone over nine months, and the first question her mother asked was why had she not come home over the holidays. Julie gave her the story she had decided on about spending the time in the high Sierras with friends, and her mother accepted it without question.
That was one thing she liked about her mother; she always accepted any explanation given without question. Usually, there was never any reason to lie, because Barbara Kramer allowed her children to live their own lives. She considered herself to be a modern woman, a modern mother. Julie could just as well have told her mother the truth, that she was shacking up with two men at the time and enjoyed that more than being at home over the holidays. Barbara would only have smiled and said fine.
Barbara, although in her late thirties, was an exquisitely lovely woman. There were times when she and Julie had been taken for sisters, and it pleased her greatly. She still had the same shape, the same build, as she had at Julie's age. There was no hint of sag or droop to her body; her face was unlined unlike many women her age. There were no crow's feet at the outer edges of her dark eyes. In fact, the only lines on her face at all were those about her mouth, and they were what were called "laugh lines." Barbara was a happy woman, rich in her life even though she had been widowed five years before. Like most women, she had felt a sense of loss at first. But within months she came out of it and began dating again.
Julie knew her mother had men friends, men that she enjoyed sex with. Barbara also knew of her daughter's awareness. Conversation had always been quite frank around the Kramer house, and any question Julie or her brother, Kenney, who was thirteen, had, could be brought to Barbara without embarrassment.
Kenney was a handsome young fellow, but his personality was that of a mischievous young boy. He worked hard at getting out of work, such as school studies. At the end of the year, he would have to attend summer school to make up his grades. Unlike Julie's college, that had finished up the semester the later part of May, Kenney still had two weeks of school left before the summer session began.
Barbara loved her children very much, although the relationship between the three was more like very close friends than mother and children. They, in turn, loved her. Barbara always bragged about her son and daughter, carried pictures of them in her purse, had a large color picture of them on her desk at the bank where she worked as a loan processor. She didn't earn a great deal of money, and if not for the substantial insurance her husband had left, they would have been hard put to make ends meet. Julie would not have been able to attend college, and neither would Kenney when his time came. However, there was enough for that, with extra left over to allow them some minor comforts. The home had been paid off at the time of death, which was a big help.
After hugs and kisses and questions and answers, routine set in at the Kramer home. Several days passed, and Julie was left alone during the days. She roamed about the house, feeling depressed and wished she had registered for summer session at college. At least she would have been with others, wouldn't have had this sense of loneliness during the hours her mother was at work and her brother in school.
After three days of pacing about the house, Julie longed for companionship. Not one to go without sex very long, she considered driving somewhere, trying to meet a man. She never had difficulty before.
Slipping into a pair of lacy panties, ignoring a bra as usual, she pulled on a pair of red knee socks, a red miniskirt and a thin, pink summer sweater. She stepped into a pair of black shoes and surveyed herself in the mirror. It reflected a beautiful young girl with creamy thighs beneath the short hem of the skirt, breasts straining at the sweater.
Skipping from the house, she left by the rear door. Her low sports car was sitting there in the warm sun, shining in the driveway before the closed doors of the garage. As she opened the door to get in, she heard a boy's voice call out to her.
"Julie! Hi, Julie!"
She turned and saw Mark Burney, the boy who lived next door and her brother's best friend. He was a kid, the same age as her brother, but a bit taller, with black hair and a thin face.
"Hello, Mark. I haven't seen you in quite some time." She flashed him a bright smile. She noticed that he was standing awkwardly, and remembered all the times he felt ill at ease around her. "Why aren't you in school?"
"Aw, I hurt my toe the other day and Mom wants me to stay home for a while." He grinned shyly, his eyes covertly admiring her exquisite loveliness. "Boy," he said, appearing awed by her. "You sure do look nifty!"
"Why, thank you, Mark," she replied, pleased with his admiration. "Gee ... " she said, placing a finger to her chin and cocking her head, regarding the boy intently. "You must have grown a full foot since last summer."
"Yeah," he mumbled, kicking at the grass with the toe of his sneaker. "I'm five eight now. Last time I saw you, you were taller than me by a long way. I'm growing like crazy. If I don't stop soon, I'll be a freak-"
"Or a basketball star," she interrupted him.
"Probably both," he laughed nervously. "Yeah, I've grown all right."
"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it if I were you."
"Maybe not, but you aren't me. You don't have any worries about being skinny the way I am," he grinned shyly. His eyes moved covertly over her protruding breasts, down to her flat stomach and narrow waist, gently flaring hips, then seemed to linger hotly at her golden, sugary thighs.
"Are you trying to say you like my ... shape, Mark?" Julie teased, warming to the game. She flashed him an impish smile.
"Yeah!" he said, blushing a bit. "I guess that's what I'm saying."
"Why, that's a sweet thing to say, Mark," she laughed, pleased, enjoying, as always, the way his eyes gazed openly, but bashfully, at her thighs, her breasts.
She was standing with the door of the car open, one foot lifted to the inside, the other on the paved drive.
"You going someplace?"
"No place, really," she replied, the flutter of an idea growing inside her head. "Just thought I'd drive around a bit. It's such a beautiful day and I've got to get out of that damned house for awhile. No, I'm not going anyplace special."
The boy's eyes brightened, and it seemed as if he had understood the half-formed idea behind her clear eyes. "Mind if I come along, Julie?" he asked, expected to be refused. His eyes held the pleading of a child.
"Why, no. Of course not," she smiled warmly at him. "Come on, climb in."
She settled behind the wheel as he got into the passenger seat. She noticed the way he glanced at her shyly, then a slight blush grew on his smooth cheeks as he looked at her exposed thighs. Her miniskirt was hiked high on the creamy flesh, with only an inch of the hem keeping him from seeing her lacy panties.
But, Julie very well knew, miniskirts had been designed for this purpose. It was the reason she favored them over the newer styles that hung to the knee. The skirt is very short to begin with, and when a girl sits down, it has a tendency to ride higher yet. Yes, she felt, the only purpose of a miniskirt was to enable a girl to expose her thighs, to let men and boys get cheap thrills by looking. But Julie didn't pass out cheap thrills. She passed out the real thing. She received a great deal of pleasure when a boy or man looked longingly at her. Most girls, she knew, were exhibitionistic anyway.
Smiling inwardly because she understood Mark's pleasure, she backed the small car from the drive, turned onto the street, then gunned the engine, racing away with squealing protest of the tires. Julie and the young boy chatted, talking about things of no importance as they left the outskirts of the town.
"This is a neat car, Julie," Mark said, seeing her copper hair fly in the wind, thinking she was the most beautiful girl ever.
"Yes, it is, isn't it. It's a lot of fun to drive." Then she smiled at him quickly. "Would you like to try it out, Mark?"
"Aw, I'm not old enough to drive. I'm not old enough for anything, really," he said in a dispirited voice, caressing the dash before him.
"Not old enough for anything?" she teased the boy, licking her lips and flashing a knowing, lewd wink at him. With the word "anything" she had let her voice drop very softly, meaningfully.
"Well ... " he said hesitatingly, understanding her meaning clearly. "I'm old enough for that, I guess."
"But you're not sure?" she teased, giving him a wicked smile now, her white teeth gleaming in the sun.
"Sure I'm sure," he laughed nervously, awkwardly. He was looking down at her creamy thighs again.
"How are you so sure that you're sure, Mark?" she asked him, her voice quite low and throaty.
"Oh, hell, Julie," he said, and the blush became deeper. "I'm not a ... not a virgin!" he blurted suddenly.
"You aren't?" she laughed. "Now whatever made you think I was talking about that, of all things?"
"Well, you were, and you were!" he said, almost belligerent with shyness.
"Mmmm, I guess if you aren't a virgin, Mark, at least you are old enough for the most important things in life." She gave him a knowing wink.
"Yeah," he said, the grin reappearing as some of the pink coloring left his cheeks. Then, impulsively, he asked: "Are you a virgin, Julie?"
"What kind of a question is that to ask a girl?" she said, but laughed softly so he would know she wasn't insulted.
"Same kind that you asked me," he replied, becoming bold now.
"Well, I guess you're right. I'll be honest with you, Mark. No, I am definitely not a virgin. In fact, I haven't been a virgin for a long time." Then she decided to keep the teasing act going a. while longer. "Are you thinking about making something out of it?"
"If by making something out of it means ... well, make you-you know what I mean-sure, I'd like to!" he said, his eyes back on her thighs again. He had suddenly changed, no longer so shy.
"Hey, young fella," she laughed suggestively at him, "you talk pretty damn big for a boy who's too young for anything."
"I said I wasn't too young for that," his voice lifted a bit. "Just because you're five years older than I am, you don't have to make fun-"
"I'm sorry, Mark," she said. "I was only teasing, not making fun of you. I couldn't resist that. So ... you would like to 'make me', would you?"
His eyes popped wide. "I sure would!" he said. He became quite bold now, his words coming fast. "Why lie about it. I've wanted to lay you for a long time, but you being older and all, and me just a little kid ... oh, damn, Julie-you sure are stacked!"
She flashed him a pleased smile. She enjoyed the sexual tease, and she did like this young boy, really. "And you can't wait for the chance to get your hot little hands on those stacked places, can you?"
"Gosh, Julie ... I'm nuts about you! I go crazy just looking at you. I see you with older guys, and I get all shivery inside and real nutty just thinking about them kissing you and touching ... And I'm too young to even get the chance for any of that!"
"Age shouldn't have anything to do with it, nothing at all. Tell me, what would you say if I told you," she smiled, wondering how this thirteen year-old boy would take it, "that I've made it with a man who was twice my age?"
"You ... you made it with a man?" he asked, his expression like a boy who had been stunned by unexpected information.
"That's right, sweets. He was very good at it too."
"You made it with a man, and I'm ... you're only five years older than I am!"
"That's right, honey," she said. "Does it bother you because of that?"
"Well, you always seemed to be older than that. You're a woman, really, not a kid like me. I just never thought I'd have the chance with you, that's all."
He was such a sweet boy, Julie felt compassion for him. What would it cost her to let him play around with her for a while? Give the poor kid his dreams, let them come true for him. It wouldn't cost her anything. He had confessed his desire for her. Besides, it would be hours before her mother or brother returned home. She didn't want to be alone, and he was someone to talk to, company, and it might be a big blast, fooling with a boy his age. In a way, she thought, it would be a kind of payment for his devotion, for his wanting her all this time. Julie had been accustomed to boys who knew their way around a girl's body, and Mark Burney was obviously inexperienced, and such a tender age.
"Mark, you know that old song about dreaming the impossible dream?" she asked, her voice low and literally dripping with sex.
"Yes ... "
"Well, it seems as if I'm the impossible dream for you. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah," he mumbled. "And I have been dreaming an impossible dream about you, Julie. But dreaming doesn't do much good. Look at you, you're almost nineteen years old now, and you're in college. Me, I'm just a kid not even in high school yet. You're so damned beautiful, and I'm just a skinny kid who is growing too fast and without any looks to speak of and-"
"Hey now ... don't be running yourself down that way, Mark. Don't you have any confidence in yourself?"
"Well, sure ... but not where you're concerned, Julie."
"You know something-I like you, Mark. I really do." She had finally reached her decision. She had been slowly letting the idea percolate in her mind and she had also been circling back toward her home, and she knew it would be only a few more minutes. "Mark, I want you to tell me something, and I want you to be honest. I don't want any bullshit. When you dream about me, do you play with yourself. I mean, do you jack off and think about me?"
"What ... well, hell ... " he blushed furiously.
She laughed softly. "That's what I thought. Listen, do you try to imagine what I would look like without my clothes on ... try to see my breasts, what I look like between my legs?"
He became lividly crimson.
Again Julie laughed, huskily now. "Honey, have you noticed where I've been driving?"
"No," he replied, glancing around. He had been too busy looking at her the whole time, drinking in her untouchable-for him-beauty. He had been looking at her delectable breasts and creamy thighs, still dreaming. He had been watching the flash of her long legs as she clutched and braked and shifted gears. He had been watching the gentle sway and slight jiggle of her breasts, trying to make up his mind whether or not she was wearing a bra.
"If you'll stop trying to peek up my skirt," she smiled warmly at him, "you'll notice that I've been circling back to my home."
"You have? I thought you were going for a drive."
"Would you rather go for a drive with me, or be alone with me in the house, honey?" she asked in a sensual voice. "I mean, there isn't anyone there. It would only be you and I. Only the two of us ... alone ... by ourselves ... no one to bother us."
He looked at her, his mouth hanging open with disbelief. What she had just said meant the whole world to him, but was she only teasing, as girls had a bad habit of doing with him.
"Aw, come on, Julie. You're putting me on."
"I only asked if you'd rather drive around or be alone with me in my house, that's all, Mark."
"I'd ... oh, shit! I'd rather be alone with you ... any day!"
"Tell me, if you and I were alone in my house, and no one else was around to see us, would you make a pass at me?"
"Oh, boy! Wow! I'd sure like to do that!"
She gave a soft chuckle. "That wasn't the question, Mark. I didn't ask you if you would like to make a pass at me. I asked if you would. There's a big difference, you know."
"Well, damn ... whit!" he stammered, eyes wide. "If you let me-"
"I didn't ask that, either."
"Oh, shit! Yes, damn it ... I'd make a pass at you!" he almost shouted at her.
"There, that's much better. My goodness, Mark, you're not very aggressive ... not at all confident in yourself, are you?"
"Not when it comes to you, Julie," he said again. Still, he wasn't at all certain about her. He was afraid she was still teasing him.
"Now, we'll be there in a minute or two," she gave him a sweet smile, turning the car into the tree lined street. "You're going to come into my house with me, and you and I are going to be all alone. I'd like to kiss you and sort of fool around, Mark. I mean, fool around with you. Would you like that?"
"Oh, wow! You bet your ass I would!" he exclaimed, his voice choked with bubbling emotion.
Julie parked in the driveway and the boy followed her undulating ass nervously up the steps and into the house. The stillness of the huge place gripped him. The fact that he was alone with her, with this shapely, exquisitely desirable girl he had longed for from a distance, nearly overwhelmed him. For the past year, Mark had been mentally imagining Julie, seeing her in his mind's eye. He would see her naked, her legs and breasts and ass, and especially her pussy. And, as he had been dreaming of her, he had been manipulating his cock constantly, jerking off in the secrecy of the bathroom, at least twice a day. He had swiped a picture of her, a picture taken when she was seventeen, wearing shorts and a halter, and he used this as a stimulant.
Now, with her in the house, he was nervous. He just didn't know how to act with her. This was something he had never thought would happen to him.
His eyes leaped over her luscious body, as if they were tactile extensions of himself, and to Julie, it felt as if they were caressing her, fondling her surging breasts, her sensitive nipples, her spongy firm round ass. She saw that his eyes were burning with unabashed desire for her, gazing at her thrusting breasts, and she noticed his heavy breathing-it was harsh in the otherwise still room.
Julie's nipples extended and punched out at the soft material of her sweater. She could not, could never seem to control the hunger of her body, that raging sexual need that threatened to consume her, to destroy her. And she didn't want to control it, either. Her slender, ever so beautiful body always responded with violent longing whenever a man-or, in this case, a boy-looked feverishly upon her.
She felt no shame nor guilt about her body's reactions to the greedy, hungry gaze of a man or boy. She loved it, wanted it, relished it thoroughly, enjoyed the quick responses her cunt gave forth when someone wanted her body. It never failed to give her a tingling, rippling, hot thrill to be wanted sexually.
She looked at him. A warm tension of sexuality stirred the air between them. She could feel the heat creep through her veins into the dark pit of her quivering stomach, and her pussy swelled inside the lacy panties. The feel of her moisture there was good, wet and ready ... always ready.
She smiled at him, invitingly, and ran her pink tongue over the slightly puffy lips, lips that glistened moistly. She arched her back deliberately, making her already firm, jutting breasts stab out even more against the thin sweater. His eyes burned at the twin points, and he licked his own lips in a nervous gesture.
"Well, honey ... " she said throatily. "Here we are. All alone. No one but just you and I. I thought you wanted to make a pass at me. I thought you wanted me."
He took a stumbling step toward her.
Suddenly, Julie held her hand up, stopping him.
"Wait, darling," she said. "There's something I want to know first."
Chapter Five
Mark froze, three feet away from Julie.
"What do you want to know?" he croaked, his hands half lifted and twitching spasmodically.
A wicked grin spread over her face. "I want to know how you see me in your mind when you jack off."
A flush came to his cheeks. "Aw, come on Julie ... "
"No, Mark," she said, laughing softly. "I want to know. I really would like to know that. I think it's exciting for you to try and imagine me while you pull off."
"Aw, Julie ... "
"Come on, now, Mark," she urged him softly. "Tell me."
She moved closer to him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Please, darling," she murmured. "I want to know all about that. Please, pretty please. Won't you tell me?" As if to encourage him, she took one of his trembling hands and placed it on her hip, letting it balance there.
"Aw, I can't tell you things like that, Julie."
Again she kissed his cheek, her warm breath sending shivers of pleasure through him. As she kissed him, she let the back of her hand brush over the front of his pants, pleased to feel the hard-on swelling there.
Standing close to Mark, Julie pressed her lips to his for a quick kiss. She felt his hand on her hips trembling, and again she brushed at his prick. Finally she shoved her pelvis against him, and made tight rubbing motions on his cock, twisting from side to side.
"Do you see me naked?" she whispered huskily, wrapping her arms about his waist, shoving her lower body against his and leaning back. "Or do you pretend to remove my clothing piece by piece?"
"I ... uh, you ... you do it," he stammered.
"Oh, I undress for you, is that it?"
He nodded.
"I remove my blouse, expose my breasts?"
Again he nodded. He loved the way her lower body rubbed against his cock. He was so excited he was hardly aware that his two hands had slipped about her waist and down. He was now cupping the spongy cheeks of her ass, gripping tight, as if she would evaporate and he would be alone.
"Then what?" Julie whispered. "Do I take my skirt off? Or do I just lift it up and let you look? Oh, I know! I bet I hold my skirt up and pull my panties to one side, letting you see my pussy while you jerk that thing off!"
Mark was a bit tongue-tied; all he could do was nod and lick his dry lips.
Julie was tiring of the game. She wanted him to talk to her, tell how he saw her in his mind, the positions he placed her in, but the poor kid was too steamed up for that. The heat of her body swelled as she rubbed against his dick, her nipples rigid in desire. Mark, as though realizing where his hands were, slipped them back to her waist. Julie's legs trembled as a delicious sensation raced from her brain to her cunt, and she flexed the muscles of her ass, her pussy twitching. She looked deeply into his glazed eyes, and she writhed at his prick, a soft gurgling murmur coming from her throat.
"Don't be bashful now, Mark," she said in a low, soft voice. "Why don't you grab yourself a nice feel of something? Take hold of anything you see, what you've dreamed of holding. There isn't anyone here but you and me. Go on, darling ... cop yourself a feel."
"Oh, Golly! Christ ... Oh, shit!" Mark was far too excited to make any sense. "They're beautiful, Julie!" he said, gazing at the straining front of her blouse, pressing his cock hard against her lower body.
Then, roughly, his hands grabbed at her swelling breasts. He curled his fingers into the resilient flesh, squeezing and feeling almost brutally, with no gentleness or skill, just his overpowering enthusiasm. Julie growled hotly deep in her throat.
"You're not ... not wearing a ... a bra!" he gasped as his hands moved and probed her breasts.
"Of course not, honey!" Julie giggled softly as he pinched one elongated nipple. It wasn't a hard pinch, but firm. "Isn't that convenient for you?"
He dropped his right hand and shot it around her waist, sliding his palm from her back to her firm, swelling ass again. He cupped first one spongy cheek, then the other. He squeezed and fondled, felt and manipulated, pinching the curvy mounds as he had done so many times during his erotic jerk-off sessions. He wasn't able to really believe that at long last he actually had his hands on the very goodies he had longed for. During all those times jacking off, this is what he thought of most of all-getting his hands on her sweet, luscious body, to feel her up and play with her sugary breasts and oh, so lovely ass! Now that his dreams were a reality, his cock threatened to gush semen before he could do much of anything else; he was that excited.
He felt her warm breasts and ass with brutal enthusiasm, and with a great deal of inexperienced fumbling, causing Julie to whimper with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had never been handled so roughly before. But she found, somehow, that it was exciting, and enjoyed his honest roughness.
She offered him her glistening half-parted mouth, and his own crushed down as if he were starved. His tongue slashed into her warm, receptive mouth, searching, exploring, tasting the sheer sweetness of her. Julie's tongue responded to his, plunging and darting and licking, tangling with his. His craving for her made the wild kisses the most violent she had ever shared. Julie's lips hurt as his mouth crushed them. As her tongue clashed with his, she slipped her right hand in between their squirming bodies, placing it against his swollen prick, bunching the material of his pants about the throbbing thing, her fingers tightening and relaxing. She felt of his cock with tight fingers, and with urgency.
As she fondled his swollen cock, his eager hands were still busy on her body. While they gripped at Julie's lush, perky ass, his fingers gathered the miniskirt, pulling it high, until it was wrinkled in his hand. Then he drew it to her waist, and his hands moved and touched her flimsy panties. He felt the warm hard-soft flesh of her ass-cheeks through the fragile nylon. Julie jerked at the touch of his hand, grinding her pelvis madly at his protruding prick while her hand continued to stroke it. It seemed to Mark that he could feel a definite imprint of her hard little nipples against his chest.
Julie, gasping with passion, stepped from him, her breasts heaving up and down. "Goodness, darling. You're sort of rough on a girl."
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "I can't help it, Julie ... I want you!"
She took another step away, and her legs hit the edge of the long, deep-cushioned couch, causing her to tumble backward. She sprawled there, panties flashing provocatively at the shaking boy. He blinked his eyes, then threw himself atop her, pressing the very breath out of her lungs. His lips crashed down with cruel violence, his tongue thrashing into her moist mouth. They rolled and tossed there, arms holding one another in a tight embrace, both gripped in a wild, raging kiss of lust.
Mark grabbed the bottom of her pink sweater and whipped it to her neck, revealing her flawlessly molded breasts ... the firm, naked, white titties he had dreamed of. The angry pink nipples were extraordinarily long, quite hard now. Her skirt was up around her waist and the panties clung to her ass and crotch as she thrashed about, her long thighs scissoring. The puff of her copper colored cunt hair was quite visible underneath the sheer panties. She could feel the frantic, jerking bulge of Mark's cock as he rubbed it against one creamy thigh.
As Julie thrashed and writhed under the excited boy, her breasts jiggled and trembled, her nipples sprouting high. His hands cupped them, squeezing and kneading, as if they were the very first ones he had ever seen in his life and wasn't going to take the chance of them getting away.
"Ohhh," Julie murmured throatily. "You're so rough with me! You're hurting me, Mark! Ohh, but don't stop ... not now! I love it ... love the way you dig into my tits! Ahhhh, it feels so good ... so fucking good!"
The boy felt the ripe hardness of her breasts, pulling at the sensitive nipples, at those bloated appendages with rampant desire. His hands moved over the creamy, thrusting mounds, molded them as his excitement grew until it almost overwhelmed him. He squeezed hard, his fingers digging harshly into the yielding flesh. His eyes blazed hotly as he watched his manipulations, and again his lips fused with hers in a deep, desperate, tongue-lashing kiss.
Julie drank from his mouth with wild abandonment, tasting his tongue, sucking it as he stabbed in and out of her mouth. Their knees rubbed and thighs probed, and as she parted her legs wide, the hardness of his still concealed cock jabbed against the pantied covered lips of her steaming cunt. Julie moaned at the touch and shot her ass up from the couch, grinding her cunt against him, rotating and writhing her body.
Julie tasted the warm saltiness of blood from the violent kiss, and she didn't know if it was his or hers; she didn't give a damn. Her lips hurt beneath his, yet the roughness of his hands and mouth gave her a fantastic thrill. She ground her pelvis at his, and they both gasped as the kiss broke. Her thighs lunged up at him, and she whimpered with swelling lust as her cunt banged up and down against his cock.
Mark began to feast on her breasts, licking and sucking like a thirsty animal. Julie thought her breasts had never been sucked with such hard greediness before, and her mind soared with the total passion he created in her.
"Yes, oh yes!" she hissed through clenched teeth, holding his head down on her swollen breasts. "Suck my titties! Ohhhh, God ... lick my fucking titties! Ahhhhh, fuck ... bite my nipples ... bite those little bastards! Chew them ... chew the fuck out of my goddamn nipples! Kiss them ... suck them ... lick them ... chew them! Ooooooo, yes! God, I love that! I love it when my tits are sucked! I love it ... love to have my titties sucked and licked!"
Mark was beside himself as he hungered over the sugary breasts. His tongue fluttered and licked, tasting one nipple then the other, only to swipe the flat, creamy surface all around.
"Your tits are ... are beautiful, Julie!" he cried out in passion, unable even now to believe he was actually sucking them.
"Suck them!" Julie gasped, arching her back and shoving her breasts against his lips again. "Ohhhh, shit ... lick my tits! Suck my nipples! Ohhhhh, do anything you want ... any fucking thing you want with me!"
Her breath hissed as his mouth plunged down and it seemed as if he were intent on the impossible task of swallowing each one in turn. His lips opened wide to suck as much of each tantalizing breast into them as he could, his tongue wiggling and lashing at the stiff peaks. He used his hands to cup and squeeze, to mold them into his mouth. Julie whimpered and gurgled with intense pleasure, jamming her naked thighs against his hips as she writhed and thrashed beneath his body. His lips, leechlike, clung to her nipples, rippling them, covering the velvety tips with hot, wet kisses and sharp little bites.
He continued to nurse at her breasts like a baby after a mother's milk, and Julie thrilled to it, loved the fantastic excitement that his hungry mouth created inside her steaming body. He was so artless, so rough, and he couldn't seem to get enough of her breasts, and she loved it, loved the pain and the pleasure. He was making wet, sloppy sounds at her titties, burying his face into the deep valley, holding them close to his face, licking and sucking desperately. His teeth bit painfully at the turgid nipples, sending shivers of passion through her, making her sob in delight. Still, she continued to jam her breasts up into his avid mouth, raking her sharp nails across his back. Never had her breasts been so deliciously abused. She was wild with passion, her mind blank to all but the overwhelming lust, her body aflame, and she stabbed her pussy up and down, bouncing her ass wildly on the cushions of the couch.
Julie spread her legs wantonly, the clinging crotch of her lacy panties drenched with the oozing juices of her twat. The lips of her snatch were very swollen, saturated. The boy still gnawed at her breasts. Blood hammered in her temples. She was driven close to insanity by this young boy's lust for her.
"Mark ... oh, Mark!" she wailed loudly. "We've got to ... to do something! Take my panties off'! Ohhhh, please ... tear my fucking panties off me! Hurry, rip my goddamn panties off my fucking cunt and screw me! Fuck me ... fuck me, do you hear?"
"Fuck you!" he croaked. "Yes ... oh, shit! Do I ever want to fuck you, Julie!"
"Then do it, goddamn you!"
He grabbed at her flimsy panties, yanking and tearing at them as he tried in his eagerness to pull them from her twisting hips. The frail nylon ripped into two pieces, falling away, revealing the swollen, hair-rimmed pussy to his bulging eyes. The copper hair lining the puffy lips was matted, and he could see the protrusion of her inflamed clitoris standing up from the moist folds. He ripped down his zipper, hoisted out his straining cock. Julie gazed down at his prick with feverish eyes, but she had enough vision to see it was a quite nice cock, long, thick, and most importantly to her, hard.
"Hurry," she whimpered. "Stick your cock in me! Stick that beautiful cock up my cunt! Ohhh, stab my fucking pussy ... stab my hot cunt with that beautiful prick! Fuck me ... fuck me, Mark! Fuck..
"Yeah!" he grunted. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... he chanted incoherently, holding his cock tightly with the expression of a crazed boy.
Then, without removing his pants, his cock sticking from the gaping fly, befell atop her again. Her sweater was still about her neck, and her miniskirt was a thin red band at her small waist, her naked ass heaving with lust. Neither of them wanted to waste any more time by getting out of their clothing.
His swollen cock bumped at her widely spread thighs, missing the hair-framed hole of her pussy. Julie yelped in passion, darting her hand down and taking hold of his cock with burning fingers. For just a moment, she jacked back and forth on it, her eyes rolling loosely in her head, her tongue hanging out like a panting animal. Then she pulled his prick with desperation to her steaming twat. She was so hot in lust, her cunt so moist and slippery, his cock slithered into her body with effortless ease, all the way to his balls.
"Ohhhh, Christ! Ohhhh, shit! I'm in you, Julie! I've got my cock in your cunt!" Mark shouted, sounding awed, as if he would wake up at any time and find it had only been a wet dream.
"Yes, yes! You're in my pussy! Your cock is up my cunt!" she shouted back at him. "Mark ... that wonderful prick of yours is in my hot, wet cunt! Ahhhhh ... Ooooo, it's so good in there! So fucking good! Ohhhh, sweet ... sweet cock! Darling prick! It's a beautiful cock, Mark! Long ... hard ... so thick! Oooo ... it's good ... good! Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me good! Yuck the piss out of me ... fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me and make me come ... make my pussy come and come and come!"
"Fuck you!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, almost totally crazy in passion now. His cock, of its own accord, flexed deep inside her pussy. "It's so hot in there ... so fucking hot! Oh, Christ!"
"Fuck me, Mark!" Julie urged, shoving her wide open crotch against his pelvis, grinding furiously. "Just shut the fuck up and screw me!"
He drew his thin hips back and his cock almost slipped from the clinging snatch. The almost bursting head began to appear as he pulled, and the hungry mouth of her pussy suddenly sucked it avidly. Then Mark rammed down, jabbing-deeply into her shuddering body, his balls tight.
"Screw me!" Julie sobbed. "Wiggle your cock in my pussy! Yes, yes! Screw me ... screw me ... fuck me ... bang me ... ball me ..."
Wild lust took over and the boy began to fuck Julie with inexperienced exuberance, his hips flying up and down as though he was uncoordinated, his cock plunging and hammering, and Julie bounced and danced her naked ass to meet him.
"You're too fast!" she cried out. "Slow down, damn it!"
But Mark was so inflamed he didn't even hear her plea, nor would he have understood if he had. He had dreamed of fucking Julie for the past year, jerking off and coming in his hand while trying to picture her pussy in his mind. His prick lunged in and out of her cunt now like a pile driving hammer, bruising the tender, puffy lips with unconcern. His ass flailed up and down with almost blinding speed as he fucked her now in a frenzy. It was as if he were afraid he would wake up and find he was fucking his pillow after all. The angle of his cock made the shaft rub deliciously against her clitoris, and his speed caused her to sob. She couldn't slow him down, so she tried desperately to match his jerky movements.
Julie was again carried away by her passion and his lunging speed. She threw her long legs into the air, then wrapped them about his dancing ass, her heels beating at his thighs, her own clenching him, her ass heaving, beating viciously on the couch and his crotch.
Mark squirmed over her, his cock ramming brutally into her pussy, the speed of his assault breathtaking to Julie. No one had ever fucked her with such violence or urgency before. She tried in desperation to meet his strokes, to meet him stroke for stroke, his stabbing cock splitting the throbbing lips of her cunt ever so deliciously.
Julie's cunt lurched, slamming up and down with his speeding prick wildly. She clung to him, lashing her hips about, writhing in wild gyrations as he humped and plunged and thrust. Wild waves of emotion rolled over her, through her, and to her amazement-because of his speed-she felt her orgasm boiling up quickly. It seemed that they had hardly begun fucking and she was at that overpowering, all-consuming, peak of pleasure, ready to explode into a violent climax.
"Unh ... unh! Me ... too!" he croaked, clawing at her. "Coming ... too!"
It was very fast. Mark's body hammered at hers, then stabbed hard, as they both burst into yelping orgasm simultaneously. They yelped and groaned, her cries of pleasure mingling with his. His gushing cock, deep, into the velvety tightness of her sucking cunt, spit out thick globs of semen, flooding her pussy deliciously, his hair-flecked balls emptying themselves into her pulsating twat with machine-gun rapidity. Thick, white semen foamed and splashed into her contracting cunt as he kept his prick jerking, sending fountains of come into her twisting body. Julie's inner muscles sucked and squeezed his cock as if milking him of every precious drop, her own climax whipping her until she was shuddering and sobbing.
Finally, Mark's cock could spew no more, but still remained buried far into her pussy. Julie could feel it as he began to shrink. But her drenched cunt continued to held him tightly, still glowing and nibbling with the receding aftermath of her violent orgasm.
"Oh, Christ!" Mark groaned with exhaustion.
"So fast," Julie sighed, murmuring softly, contentedly. "You're so fast, but it was so damned good, too!"
"I fucked you!" he said, gasping. "I really fucked you, Julie!"
"You sure as hell did, honey!" she giggled happily. "God ... you sure did fuck me! You're a wild fuck, darling!"
"You, too! Oh, that was ... was terrific!"
"Good Lord! You were so damned rough with me, and so fast! Who would have believed it; you're so young!"
"Wasn't I good, Julie?"
"You were fantastic, darling," she said, smashing her lips to his in a long kiss, showing how grateful she was. "I've never come off so damned fast before. I can come hard and often, but that was the fastest for me ever. You fuck a girl wonderfully, baby. I really loved it."
"Me, too," he said. "Oh, boy ... you're so beautiful, so great, so ..."
Julie clenched her slippery cunt around his buried cock, teasing it, trying to caress it into a renewed hardness with the heat of her cunt. In a few minutes, she felt his prick stir and begin to thicken again.
"Mmmmm, that cock you have is getting mighty nice and hard again, Mark," she purred at him, wiggling her ass with delight.
"Let's fuck again," he said, hoarsely.
"Why, what else, Mark," she laughed, hugging him. "But, not so fast this time, honey. Let's fuck nice and slow ... let's make it one hell of a fuck, make it last a long time, okay?"
"Yeah," he laughed, flushed with desire and pride, filled with youthful confidence now.
Slowly, Julie began moving her hips, and he followed her, his cock sliding in and out of her sensitive pussy, from that well-lubricated cunt. As his prick moved up and down, he began to suck at her breasts again, the pink buds hard inside his wet mouth. Julie started to shiver and shake with anticipation of a long, slow fucking. She squirmed her ass beneath him, twisting, hugging his hips with her hot thighs.
"Nice, Mark," she cooed softly. "Yes, so nice. Take it nice and slow ... that's it; that's the way to fuck me. Ahhh, yes ... give me that hunk of hard cock, baby, but slowly ... ever so slowly."
The boy was getting excited again, fighting hard to control his slow movements. He sucked on the tips of her breasts, shaking his head, making her breasts jiggle and sway. His cock bore in and out of her twitching cunt. Julie's pussy was so hot again, and so deliciously stuffed, and it easily accommodated his prick without any difficulty. She-moaned and murmured, whimpered and cooed as she writhed against him, setting the pace slowly ... slowly ... The moist inner flesh of her snatch clung to the invading cock, throbbing hotly. Lovely sensations, very delicious sensations, rippled through Julie's half-naked body as she fucked with him. Her compact ass rolled slowly, almost languidly, clenching rhythmically with the slow stabs of his cock. She whimpered and mewled as he started to pick up speed. His mouth sucked madly at her breasts, squeezing and sucking and licking, making her nipples throb and tingle with that wonderful pleasure she loved so much. Julie arched her crotch up at him, her ass dancing about on the couch.
And then, suddenly, Mark lost control and went wild again.
"Oh, no!" Julie cried out. "Please, don't ... not so fast, Mark! Don't fuck me so fast! Goddamn it, slow down ... slow the fuck down!"
But Mark was beyond control. With a sudden burst of energy, he was once again screwing her violently, fucking her at top speed. Julie desperately tried to slow him down, but it was hopeless. She was carried along on the wave of his wildness. And then she stopped trying to control his movements because exquisite rapture gripped her as his cock probed and throbbed into her inflamed cunt with raging speed.
"Give it to me!" she yelped, throwing her naked ass in all directions, matching his speed herself now, her pussy flashing wetly around his grinding cock. "Give me that cock ... feed my hungry cunt with your prick! Ahhhh, yes! Fuck me ... fuck me hard!"
They were screwing with wild abandonment once again.
Julie felt a flaming ball deep within her body, ready to explode like a nova. She fucked him with a crazed hunger, as though she were reaching the very first orgasm of her life, her desire-wracked body driving at him powerfully.
"Fuck me, you wild little bastard!" she screamed, hunching against him. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... "
Mark's cock raced in and out of the moist walls of her steaming pussy like a jabbing stick. The pink ridges of her cunt clasped tightly to his pounding cock as it throbbed into her almost cruelly. Her ass circled, danced and quivered as he swiftly stabbed her. There were moist, suctioning noises coming from between their bodies, but they were oblivious to them.
Julie groaned and mewled like a lost child as she submitted to the ravishing cock. Her toes curled up and her thighs clenched him like a vise of flesh as she bucked and tossed.
"Ohhhh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck me!" she sobbed.
With mind-shattering speed, Mark's cock rammed at her, at the tender, moist lips of her twat, making the inner muscles there suck and bite and nip, and Julie loved every inch of it.
Mark gave a loud grunt, and began to spew his semen into her receptive snatch for the second time. Julie felt the thick, sticky semen wash into her pussy, and it started her climax. She squealed in delight as she came, puffing and gasping with the overwhelming pleasure. They both panted loudly into the powerful climax. The intense, gripping pleasure that brought release to them was profound for both, and as squirt after squirt washed her inner snatch, filling her, she fucked back at him with sensual, wild delight, rolling and tossing and twitching mindlessly.
He was crushed down on her, smashing her up tilted breasts almost flat with his chest, his cock spewing. He cursed and groaned and cried out with ecstatic agony as he came and came.
Julie's body shuddered and rippled as her whole being seemed transported into one huge, blazing orgasm. Every muscle, every nerve, every fiber of her being was tingling with the hot contractions.
Finally, the last spurt of come flew from the piss hole of his cock, and he collapsed heavily on her, panting with exhaustion, his body shaking. Julie hugged the thirteen-year-old boy against her breasts, covering his face with frantic kisses of gratitude.
"Oh, Lordy," she laughed happily. "You're insane ... a real wild fuck." She sighed and kissed him again, running her hands through his hair. He was sweating, and his face was flushed from the exertion, but mostly from his excitement of having fucked his dream girl.
Chapter Six
Julie was so delighted with the young boy, she felt no need to search for sexual enjoyment over the next week. She was delighted to be his real live dream, and she felt proud to give him his dream. Being worshipped by a boy his age gave her more pleasure than she had ever imagined.
Mark remained out of school for over four days, and the two spent all that time together. Loving her from a distance the past year, he was an eager student, hungry for the things she taught him.
Julie, sensuous, her sexual personality bubbling at all times, was a good instructor for the boy. She took delight in showing him, telling him in her graphic way, the things a boy and girl could do with each other. That he was so inexperienced made it all the more pleasurable for her.
After screwing Julie four and, once, five times a day, Mark had learned to pace himself, to slow his wildness down. There were a few times when his lust overpowered him and he fucked her with that blinding speed again, but with patient enjoyment she finally taught him some measure of control. Mark performed anything she suggested, eagerly, lovingly.
The second day with Mark, Julie taught him to suck her pussy, showing him the anatomy of her twat and what gave her the most pleasure. Without hesitation, Mark shoved his face between her thighs and kissed her snatch for a long time, tonguing her clitoris and sucking at it the way she instructed - him. Julie, somewhat partial to a tongue on her pussy, would lean back and let the eager young boy lick and kiss between her thighs, holding her climax back until she was almost delirious with pleasure. Then, just before she came, she would wrap her warm thighs about his head, holding him firmly as she came, writhing her crotch hard into his face until the poor boy would turn almost blue from lack of oxygen.
Yet, although it smothered him at times, Mark would eat her snatch and tongue it avidly, only pulling away when he had to suck in a breath of air. But immediately he would shove his mouth back to her cunt and lick and suck with renewed pleasure.
During the long hours of the day while her brother was in school and her mother at work, Julie would undress and let the awed boy examine her body, position her in all manner of lewd exposure. She had finally gotten him to detail the images he used of her during his year of masturbation, and she willingly posed for him that way. Mark would gaze at her, pumping on his cock. Julie was thrilled to be his girl, as she told him. And while he positioned her and jerked at his prick, she would talk to him, whisper the words he wanted to hear. But she would not let him come by his fist. Mark didn't want to, anyway. Julie always had him stab into her pussy before he came, taking his ejaculation there.
Mark's parents didn't question his time spent with Julie. They had always liked her, never suspecting she was such a sexual person. All girls, they knew, dressed the way she did, so that wasn't unusual at all. Besides, Mr. Burney had a secret longing for Julie himself, but that was as far as he would let it go. Like many men, he took pleasure in looking at a beautiful young girl in revealing clothing, but he wasn't about to become involved with any of those sweet, pretty teenagers.
Mark's father envied his son, though. He envied the boy his youth, his so easy friendship with the beautiful Julie Kramer. And, like his son, Mr. Burney would sometimes conceal himself in the bathroom of his home and jerk off, imagining himself with Julie.
But he never approached Julie.
Had Julie known of his interest, she would most certainly have encouraged Mr. Burney, the way she encouraged all men who showed interest in her. But, he didn't, and therefore failed to consummate his desire to fuck the lovely young girl.
On Friday, just before the weekend, Julie taught Mark a new and different way a girl could please a man, or in this case, a boy.
The weekend coming up would mean Kenney and her mother would be home with her, which meant she would have to leave Mark alone, unless she could sneak away with him for a while. So, she decided it was time to advance his education in the pleasant ways of sex.
It was not yet noon, and the day was giving promise of being very hot. Mark had agreed the day before to be at Julie's house by ten, and he was there sharply. Julie had chosen to wear her bikini in the house today, knowing the pleasure it would give Mark to see her in it. He had spoken of casting covert glances at her last summer when she was in a bikini, and how much he enjoyed seeing her that way.
Meeting Mark at the door, she gave him a quick kiss, then stepped back and postured for him.
"Wow!" Mark gasped, his eyes running over her flawless figure. "You're great! You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world, Julie."
"And you're the sweetest boy," she gurgled in pleasure. "Like me?"
"Oh, boy!" His eyes took in the swell of her breasts, barely concealed by the yellow halter. In fact, when he looked closely, he could see the pebbled pinkness of the circle surrounding her nipples. Just barely, but see it he could. Her navel was a dimpled beauty, and the bottom of her bikini was tied at each hip with a small bow. The front was hardly more than a tiny triangle, concealing her pussy only, and very little else.
As his eyes drank in her loveliness, Julie tucked the front of her bikini inside, exposing the curling edges of her pussy hair. This created even more arousal for the gazing boy. Moving her hands behind her, she did the same to the back of the bit of cloth. Every inch of her long, creamy thighs were exposed, with the only break where the bows were. Slowly, she turned.
Mark gasped.
The bright yellow cloth hugged her shapely ass, and she had rolled and tucked the top in so that the dimples of her ass-cheeks were exposed, as was about two inches of her warm, inviting split between the cheeks. She had adjusted the bottom of the bikini so that the lower curves of her ass-cheeks were revealed, the whiteness there contrasting erotically with the gold of her tanned thighs.
"Pretty, huh?" she giggled, wiggling her ass at him.
She turned to face him again, holding her arms out. "Well, don't I get a kiss for this?"
Mark came into her arms, his own wrapping about her body eagerly. Her tongue shot into his mouth, and he began to suck on it the way she had taught him. Julie squirmed deliciously against him, dropping her arms to his ass. She squeezed his ass tightly, made a small mewling sound in her throat as she sucked at his tongue.
Backing away, she took his hand and pulled him toward her room.
"Today," she said happily, "is my day, darling. You don't have to do anything but enjoy it. I've got some wonderful plans for you, and I know you'll love them."
"What are the plans?" he asked eagerly, always ready for whatever she thought up for them. "Come on, tell me."
She smiled mysteriously at him, cocking her head to one side prettily as she regarded his crotch. "No, this is a surprise for you. You'll find out soon. But I'll promise you, honey, you'll like it, so don't worry."
She was amused by his already trembling anticipation. She knew just what she wanted to do with the boy, and her heart was thudding excitedly as she contemplated the next few hours.
Now that Mark had gotten his look at her in the yellow bikini, she moved her arms in back, pulled the tie strings of her halter, and let it fall to the floor. As always, Mark's breath caught in his throat when he saw her fantastic breasts. He knew those two things the way he knew his own cock and balls now, knew it required both his hands to fit about them, knew the delicious taste of those long nipples. And still, his breath would catch like a huge lump in his throat every time he saw them.
With a lewd smile playing about her full, moist lips, she moved her hands to the draw strings at her hips. With a gentle tug, they gave way. But before the bikini bottom could fall away, she cupped it in her hands, holding it there as she examined his expression. Pleased by the look on his face, she ran one hand past her hip, took hold of the cloth and then, slowly, she worked it back and forth between her thighs. Then, teasingly, she pulled it from between her thighs, held it a moment, then let it, too, fall to the floor. She stood before him, naked and proud.
Julie knew what her body looked like, and was ready to show it off to an appreciative boy or man any time. She made a slow twirl for him, letting his eyes burn over her smooth, creamy flesh. Then, facing him again, she cupped her breast in one hand, massaging it. The other hand slipped in between her thighs and gently squeezed her cunt.
Already, Mark's cock was swelling inside his jeans. It never required much to make him hard, but Julie loved to play with him this way. The anticipation was one of her greatest pleasures, and she knew that the longer she held him from coming, the better it would be for him.
"It's time you took your clothes off, Mark," she whispered to him, her eyes gleaming in bubbling passion now. "Take them off, honey ... let's see what that thing is doing."
Mark began to remove his clothing, his eyes burning on her. Julie watched him with glowing eyes, both her hands now between her thighs. She spread her feet on the floor, arched her pelvis forward, and deliberately pulled the hairy lips of her cunt apart, letting her inflamed clitoris free of the moist folds. As he undressed, she teased herself by rubbing at the sensitive bud, using the fingers of her other hand to touch and fondle the lips of her cunt, now and then sticking two fingers as deep as she could into her twat.
The last of Mark's clothing fell away, and Julie gave a murmur of pleasure as his cock bounded upwards, slapping at his stomach. She swayed her hips toward him, pulling her hand from her dripping cunt and wrapping the fingers about his prick. Slowly and tantalizingly, she stroked him, then fondled his balls, hefting them. And all the time she kept rubbing at her distended clitoris.
"Get on my beds darling," she urged in a smoky voice. "Lie back on my bed."
Mark did as she asked, but she wasn't satisfied. "No, I want you to let your legs hang over the edge, Mark. Scoot your ass to the edge."
He complied, watching her with half-glassy eyes. His cock stood upright, aimed at the ceiling, throbbing and jerking, dripping-from the flaring piss hole. Julie stood and looked at him, her fingers brushing up and down at her swollen clitoris. She loved the way his balls seemed to tighten up into his crotch, the manner in which his cock throbbed and jerked as though it had a life of its own.
"That's better, honey," she said thickly, gazing at his cock and balls. "Now, you just relax and enjoy yourself."
She knelt to the floor, her hands on his knees. She pulled them apart and inched herself forward. With his knees against her sides, she took his prick in one hand, his balls in the other. Squeezing his cock, she began to pump slowly, twisting her fist about. She brushed her thumb over the smooth, dripping head, smearing the seeping fluids all around the stretched flesh of his prick. As she stroked at his dick slowly, she caressed his balls, tugging very gently on them, then squeezing.
Leaning down, she kissed him on his right thigh, about halfway to his crotch. Mark trembled, pulling a pillow beneath his head so he could watch her. Turning loose of his cock and balls, Julie ran her hot palms up and down his thighs, her lips following, sometimes trailing her hands, sometimes leading them. She kissed from his knees up his hairless thighs, coming very close to his cock, but never placing her lips on it.
"Like this, honey?" she murmured, her hazy eyes gazing up into his. "Do you like me kissing your thighs this way?"
"Gosh, yes!"
"You're going to like what I'll do in a minute a lot more," she promised, tickling along his thigh with the tip of her tongue. "I'm going to make you flip right out of your skin."
She shoved his knees far apart, bent lower, and began to run the flat surface of her tongue along the smoothness of his inner thighs. From one to the other, her tongue went, but slowly, ever so slowly.
Finally, she pulled at his hips until his ass was hanging precariously over the edge of her bed. Then, cupping his ass-cheeks in her palms, she began to kiss at his quivering stomach. Her tongue lapped delicately about his navel, then dipped into it, twisting and wiggling like a small Worm. Mark shivered with the new sensations she was giving him. He wanted to reach for her, but she always stopped him.
"That's a no-no, honey," she whispered to him, when he tried to grab her head. "No touching until I'm ready for you. Let me do it."
Again she returned to licking at his thighs, paying most of her attention to the inner aspects, knowing from her own experience this was the most sensitive place. His cock was dripping copiously now, throbbing and jerking wildly. Now and then, Julie would reach for it and smear more sticky juice about it.
Lifting up, she once more began to kiss at his stomach, licking around his navel. She twirled her tongue and poked playfully into it, making Mark shudder in pleasure. She giggled softly, telling him: "That's called a tongue-fuck in the belly button."
"I'll fuck you in the belly button," he grunted. "I'll fuck you anywhere you want me to!"
"Oh, you're wicked!" she squealed with delight. "Would you flick me in the armpits?"
"Yes!"
"How about my ear?" she teased. "Would you fuck me in my ear?"
"Anywhere!"
"Mmmmm, lovely," she murmured, licking the flat surface of her wet tongue up and down his stomach, moving from the fuzz of his cock to his navel. "You certainly don't have much hair around this sweet prick of yours, do you?"
Mark wasn't going to answer. He couldn't answer her. As soon as Julie had said that, she took a long, lazy swipe along the bottom of his cock, licking from the very base to the smooth, swollen head. More juices dripped from the flaring piss hole. Julie wrapped her fingers around his cock, her thumb on the long tube below, her fingers pressing the top, and she milked a large bead up from his cock to the piss hole. Mark's eyes widened as he saw her dainty tongue dart out, flick up the juice, then lick down the cock to the base once more.
She had taught him how to suck and lick her snatch, but this was the first time she had ever put her mouth on his cock. It had not even dawned on Mark that she would do such a thing. He knew, by now, that she was more than willing to do anything with him, but that had never entered his mind.
"Ohhhh," he groaned as her tongue made another long, slow glide up his cock. "Ohhh, damn!"
Julie ran her tongue about the smooth head, tickled at the piss hole again, then smiled up at him. "You like that, honey?"
He started to sit and reach for her again.
"No," she said softly, putting her hand on his chest and pressing him back down. "I told you, this is your day. You don't do anything but relax. I'm going to make you feel better than ever before."
"How?" he croaked.
She giggled at him. "Why, silly ... I'm going to suck you off."
"Suck me ... off?"
"Of course," she laughed at his expression. "Surely you know about that, don't you? After all these days of sucking my cunt, you surely knew a girl would suck cock, too, didn't you?"
"Suck cock?"
"You are silly, honey," she purred, stroking his prick. "Girls love to take a big, beautiful, hard prick in their mouths. Didn't you know that?"
"Gosh!"
"I love to suck on a sweet cock," she murmured, her eyes watching her hand move lazily about his dick. "I'm a pretty good cocksucker, especially if it's a boy like you."
"A boy like me?"
"Of course. Young and virile, always hard. What can you do with a soft cock except piss with it? But, when it's nice and hard, why, a girl can do so many pleasant things with it."
"Suck my cock?" he asked again, amazed and pleased at the same time.
"That's what I said, honey," she purred softly. "I'm going to take your cock in my mouth and suck it, and I'm going to make you come, too. I want your delicious come boiling into my mouth and down my throat."
"You're going to swallow my come?"
"That's the best part of being a cocksucking girl, baby," she said. "Drinking a boy's come is the greatest."
But as she started to lower her mouth to his straining prick, Julie remembered something. She suddenly remembered the man on the beach, the man with the fat, sloppy wife. A giggle burst from her lips. A shiver went through her as the idea formed.
Without saying anything to Mark, she placed her hands beneath his knees, shoved his legs up and pressed them down onto his chest. Holding his legs back that way, she looked at him. His cock and balls still stood proudly between his thighs, but what she was staring at was the pucker of his asshole. Again she shivered Funny, she thought, that I never even considered an asshole to be something I could have fun with.
His ass, like the rest of his body, was totally devoid of hair. She liked that. There were, two strands near his asshole, but that was all. Julie licked her lips slowly, then lowered her face to his ass. She didn't kiss the cheeks; she ran her tongue over them.
As her tongue moved about the cheeks of his ass, Julie suddenly understood the man on the beach. She understood his pleasure at licking her ass. This was new to her, and it was fantastic. Her mind soared as she ran her tongue all over Mark's ass, but she teased herself by staying inches away from his asshole.
"Gosh ... gosh ... gosh!" Mark was muttering, his eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling, feeling her wet tongue licking all over his ass. "Gosh ... gosh ...
Julie's mind was flaming with perverse pleasure. She had always considered herself to be thoroughly experienced in sex, but she was understanding now that there was so much she didn't know.
Pulling back, she peered directly at his asshole. She could see it flex involuntarily. His balls had drawn up very tight, and his cock throbbed. But right now she had no interest in those things. Later she would, but not now. With a soft moan, she shoved her face into his ass, pressing her lips hotly onto his asshole. She kissed him there. Then, with eyes closed tightly, a groan of lust bubbling up, she opened her lips and sucked.
Mark shuddered with the fantastic sensation of what she was doing. He had never felt anything like it before in his life.
Still pressing the back of his thighs, holding them down against his chest, Julie pulled back and peered at his asshole once more. "Ooooo," she crooned, and shoved her parted lips onto his asshole again. She sucked, then kissed, then her tongue came out. She licked furiously at his asshole for a long moment, her pussy almost in fits, her own asshole flexing.
She tapped her tongue against the pucker, wormed it about. She wet it with a great deal of saliva, and then, twisting her tongue, she pressed inward. At first, nothing. Pressing harder, and still harder yet, she felt his asshole give. Her tongue slithered up his ass.
"Holy shit!" Mark yelped.
Julie moaned as her tongue moved into his asshole. Her naked body, on her knees, shook with the perverse sensations that erupted within. She thought she would come then and there, all by having her tongue in his asshole. She held it there for a minute, feeling it clench on her tongue. Her nose and eyes were pressed against his balls, and this added to her pleasure.
Finally, she withdrew her tongue, but not all the way. As she felt it start to slip free, she shoved it back in. And began to fuck him up the ass with her tongue.
Mark was yelping and twisting with intense pleasure, his mind blazing at this new element. He grabbed his knees, holding them against his chest, and shoved his .ass up and down against her face. Now that she didn't have to hold his legs up, Julie quickly stabbed her fingers into her boiling cunt, finger-fucking furiously as she ran her tongue in and out of his asshole. Her other hand flew behind her shaking body, and she rammed her middle finger deeply into her own asshole.
She glued her lips around the hairless hole, pressing them in tightly as her tongue dived in and out. She felt as though she were going to come at any moment. The fingers in her pussy jerked, clawed at her inflamed clitoris as though she would tear it off, and the finger up her ass moved speedily.
Mark held his legs wide, looking down past his straining prick, but he couldn't see anything but the top of her coppery hair. He grunted and moaned with passion, mumbling incoherent words of encouragement. Julie, jerking her fingers away from her pussy, but continuing the fucking of her asshole, grabbed his cock above her head and began jerking on it furiously. Jacking his prick and tonguing him up the ass almost sent her into orbit.
Mark could feel the hot breath panting from her nose against his balls, and the combination of being jerked off and tongue-fucked in the asshole was too much for his young mind to take, or his body.
"I'm going to come!" he screamed.
Julie, absorbed in what she was doing, didn't hear him. Her hand pumped furiously up and down on his cock, her tongue snaking back and forth into his tight asshole. Suddenly, she felt his cock jerk, then it spewed. Her eyes opened, her tongue coming from his asshole. She saw him spewing his semen onto his jerking stomach, her hand pumping madly, unable to stop. Thick, pearl white semen ran down her hand, and she removed her own finger from her asshole.
"No!" she groaned. "Please ... not yet! Ohhhh, don't come yet! No ... no. ... nononono!"
But it was too late.
As though transfixed by the sight of his cock squirting, she failed to move. Then, with a wild sob of disappointment, she lifted up and shoved her mouth to the head of his cock. But he had finished.
Whimpering in frustration, Julie began licking her tongue across his stomach, licking up the warm semen. Time and again she licked, then when his stomach was clean, she started on her fingers.
Mark stared stupidly at her, amazed by her actions. At the moment, Julie looked like a demented girl, starved for the taste of his semen. And indeed she was, her tongue licking at her hand furiously, her eyes open but glazed, her nostrils flaring. When there was no more semen left on her hand, she seemed to come out of her trance.
"I didn't want it that way," she wailed. "I didn't want you to come that way, Mark."
"Gosh, Julie," he protested, letting his legs fall.
"I couldn't help it. You had your tongue up my asshole and were jacking me off so fast, I just-"
"I know," she said. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have been so fucking hot. But it doesn't matter, honey." She flipped his limp cock with a finger, nudging it from one side to the other. "I can make you hard again, you know."
Crawling upon her bed with Mark, Julie stretched out, her hands above her head. Mark watched the delightful jiggle and tautness the position caused her breasts to assume.
"You're so beautiful, Julie."
She flashed a smile at him. "You're always saying that, Mark. You keep it up, I might start believing you."
"Well, you are."
"Is that all I am?" she murmured. "Only a beautiful girl to you?"
"Christ, no! You're ... well, you're ... " Mark wasn't old enough to find the words he wanted.
"Wouldn't you say I was a willing girl?" she smiled warmly. "I mean, a girl who can make you happy? In other words, don't you think I'm a hot ass?"
"I didn't want to say that."
"Why not? Isn't it the truth?"
"Yes, I guess it is, but I don't want you mad at me."
She laughed. "I wouldn't get mad at you for calling me a hot ass, honey. I am, and I know it. Why lie about it?"
"I wish this would have happened before."
"What? My tongue up your asshole?"
"Well, that too," he traced a finger about her nipple. "But I was talking about all of it."
"Silly, you were too young before," she teased. "What could you possibly have done with me, say, a year ago?"
"Whatever you taught me," he said.
"I'm sure you would have had a good time," she replied. "But there wasn't anything in those balls a year ago for me. What would I have gotten out of it?"
He shoved his finger into her moist pussy, wiggled it, slipped it up and over her clitoris. Taking the sensitive flesh in his thumb and forefinger, he twisted and pulled tenderly, the way Julie had taught him.
"I kinda think you'd have found something," he said.
Julie laughed softly. "I think you're probably right, Mark." Her thighs parted giving him access to her cunt. It was normal for them to play and fondle and fool around after he had discharged. Julie knew it would require a while for his cock to stand up again, and she allowed him total freedom of her body during the time she waited. She had knowledge of the voyeuristic thrills many people had, and exploited herself to give them this extra charge. She willingly assumed any position the thirteen-year-old boy wanted her in, knowing he was creating his real-life dream of her.
But she was steaming, had been since he had come off so swiftly. Shoving his hands away from her pussy, she pressed him to his back and sat up on her heels at his side.
"You should be hard by now, Mark," she said, looking at his semi-hard cock. "It hasn't taken you so long before."
He peered at his prick, a slight frown on his beardless face. "Maybe that son of a bitch won't work anymore."
Julie took his cock in her hand. "Want to bet?"
She lowered her face, hovered above his prick as she held it up by two fingers. "I can make any cock hard."
She proceeded to prove it.
Holding his cock at the base, she sneaked her moist tongue out, flicking it over the smooth head. The boy watched, eyes wide. Julie licked her tongue about the head, down each side until his prick glistened wetly. She lifted her face and looked at his prick. It still wiggled like rubber in her fingers.
"Hmmmm," she frowned. "Guess there's only one thing to do."
She opened her mouth and gobbled down his half limp prick. Mark groaned as the hot wetness of her mouth closed about his cock. Julie sucked inward until the full length was in her mouth, a task that was easily enough accomplished since he wasn't fully hard yet. Her lips pressed into the curling hair at the base. She compressed her lips tightly, her tongue pressing at the bottom to make his cock tight against the roof of her mouth. She sucked upwards, gripping the head just behind the ridge with her lips, stretching his cock.
She held him this way for a moment, her tongue licking around the piss hole. She released the tightness of her lips, and before his cock would pull away, she raced down, and closed them around the base again. She repeated the same maneuver about five times, and his cock began to swell inside her moist mouth. She continued sucking on him until he was throbbing again.
"There!" she said, triumphantly. "Nice and hard again."
"You're fantastic, Julie!" he exclaimed. "You know about everything."
She gave a slight frown, then said: "No, not everything ... but I'm trying to learn it all."
"Are you going to suck me off?"
"Would you enjoy that?"
"Yes!" he shouted, wiggling on the bed.
Julie laughed, saying: "Well, I guess I've got to keep my new boyfriend happy, don't I? Here," she twisted about on the bed until she was on her hands and knees, lovely naked ass waving near his shoulders. "Poke me with your fingers while I suck you. That way I can come too."
"Want me to eat your pussy?"
"Just your fingers will do right now," she replied, bracing her hands on each side of his squirming hips. His cock was standing rigidly up-right, the swollen head pointed like a beacon at her sweet lips.
Ovalling her lips, she sucked his cock in. As she began sucking him, she wiggled her ass in the air, silently telling him to start poking around her pussy.
Mark ran his hand up the inside smoothness of her thighs, fingered about and located her inflamed clitoris. As he twisted and pulled at her clitoris, Julie began to suck, slowly at first, letting the thrills grow inside her body. Her head bobbed up and down, her copper hair waving, brushing at his thighs and stomach. Having a cock in her mouth was always a fantastic thrill for Julie.
She could feel his fingers feeling between her thighs, and she wiggled her ass in the air as he thrust two fingers inside her cunt, finger-fucking her only to pull them free and grab for her clitoris again. Mark was groaning as the intensity of her sucking grew, rocking his ass about below her face. Julie, making soft sounds around his prick, licked and sucked, her lips making pressure as her tongue raced everywhere.
She felt Mark's other hand move up the back of her thigh, then it caressed her ass-cheeks. She wiggled as the sensations of pleasure flowed through her, and he was then rubbing at her asshole with one hand, the other doing all kinds of delicious things to her pussy. Sucking at his cock, she twisted her ass, humping it back and forth into his hands. She could feel the throbbing of his cock between her lips, and it was a signal she had come to know well the past few days.
Slowing her motions, she toyed with his cock, using her tongue and lips gently, holding him back. She wasn't ready for him to come, not yet. She wanted his hands to build her up more. But Mark was far too excited. He began to lift and drop his ass, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Julie gave a muffled giggle and began sucking his cock again. She knew Mark could easily be convinced to lick her off if necessary.
"Oh, shit!" she heard him grunt.
A squirt of semen splashed into her mouth. Julie squealed, raced her mouth down as another spurt came from the piss hole. Then, as his discharge bubbled and frothed, she raced her lips up and down his cock furiously, her tongue licking at the spewing piss hole, her throat swallowing greedily. She humped her ass, and his fingers flew about her inflamed clitoris, the other hand rubbing harshly against her asshole.
Julie felt the shuddering pleasure bubble up inside her body as she sucked up the last of his semen, then she exploded.
It was some time before they recovered, at least it was for Julie. She lay next to Mark, her body glowing warmly, a smile of satiable pleasure on her pretty face. She toyed with his moist, limp cock.
"I saw your asshole moving," Mark said.
"You what?"
"I saw your asshole moving," he repeated.
Julie laughed. "You mean you saw it flexing when I came, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess that was it."
"Assholes do that, didn't you know?"
"I guess I don't know much of anything ... but I'm learning fast!"
"You sure are, honey," she hugged him. "I'm going to teach you everything I know, and maybe we can come up with some interesting variations."
Chapter Seven
Barbara Kramer prepared a fabulous meal Friday evening for her son and daughter.
She hadn't been surprised to see Julie in the bright yellow bikini when she came home from work. Julie had always worn bikinis about the house for as long as Barbara could remember. She was proud of her beautiful daughter, always pleased when friends complimented her on the attractiveness of her children.
It was Julie's first weekend at home for the summer, and Barbara wanted to make it a nice one. It was strange to her that Julie had no boyfriends here at home, and she seldom mentioned any at college. Barbara wasn't concerned, though. Julie, like most teenagers, collected photos of TV and movie personalities, gossiped about boys, and Barbara knew Julie dated frequently at college.
In a way, she was pleased there was no one boy Julie was interested in. She wanted Julie to finish her education while she had the chance. There was plenty of time to become serious about boys. An eighteen-year-old girl has no business becoming serious about a boy, anyway, Barbara felt it was one of the better ages for a girl, the age when they should play the field, enjoy themselves.
Julie helped her mother with the dishes after they had finished.
"That's a pretty dress, mother," Julie commented. "Is it new?"
Barbara made a deprecating gesture. "About two months new. Seven dollars on sale." Barbara grimaced with distaste, showing her attitude at having to buy clothes on sale.
"You've always been able to wear anything," Julie commented. "How do you manage to look so sexy in whatever you wear? Most women would look dowdy."
"Sexy?" Barbara asked with a smile. "I've never thought of myself as sexy before."
Julie stepped back and appraised her mother. She cocked her head to one side, jutted her right hip and placed her finger on her chin. She looked up and down.
Barbara was tall, with the same hair coloring as Julie. The dress she was wearing wasn't a mini, nor was it a knee dress. It came somewhere between. Barbara still had her youthful looks, her shape exquisite. Julie noticed that her mother's breasts were a shade larger than her own, and her hips were fuller, too. But on Barbara, it was good.
"Lift your dress," Julie said. "Let me see your legs."
"See my legs?" Barbara asked. She was standing at the kitchen sink, leaning on it as her daughter looked her over. "What on earth for, Julie?"
"Come on, don't be shy, mother." Julie reached out and started to lift her mother's dress.
"I'll do it," Barbara said, surprising herself.
She pulled the skirt of her dress up until it was an inch or so below her hips.
"Higher," Julie said.
Barbara peered at her daughter quizzically, not understanding. She hesitated a moment. Something odd was going on inside her body. She could feel a stirring that had not been there for some time. Although she dated often enough, Barbara had seldom felt pleasure with the men. Her husband, who had been quite virile, had been able to keep her very satisfied. But the men she dated now didn't seem to perform well enough for her satisfaction. She knew they didn't want to establish any permanent relationship with her, and she felt it was because of her teenaged children. There were times when she felt she had been nothing more than just a hole for them to poke around in, to use for their pleasures only.
But now, holding her dress to her hips and letting Julie look at her, Barbara felt the tingling pleasure of old. She couldn't understand it, and she wasn't sure she liked it, either. She had never been attracted to another female in her life. But certainly she couldn't be attracted to her own daughter!
"Higher, mother," Julie said again.
Barbara surprised herself by raising her dress higher. She pulled away from the sink, and was amazed that she had lifted her dress to her waist.
"You have lovely legs, mother," Julie said, "and your hips are out of this world. I didn't know you wore bikini panties."
Barbara felt a warm flush on her cheeks, but it wasn't from embarrassment; it came from that inner sensation of pleasure. She was wearing a pair of pale green panties, lacy about the edges and crotch, with a fish-net fabric for the rest.
"Turn around," Julie said, twirling her finger to emphasize her words.
Barbara again surprised herself-she turned.
Julie looked at her mother's ass, seeing the flesh through the fish-net design. The flesh was white, but the thighs were slightly tanned. It was a very shapely ass, with full cheeks, a sloping swell with an alluring split between.
"Not bad," Julie said, and reached out to run her hand over her mother's ass. "Not bad at all."
Barbara dropped her dress and turned. She shivered, and the shiver still lingered when she faced her daughter. There was a slight flush on her smooth cheeks, and a brightness in her eyes.
"Yes, mother, I'd say you were sexy," Julie smiled. "In fact, I'd say you were very sexy."
"And I'd say this is enough foolishness."
Julie laughed, a gay peal of delight. "Why mother! I think you're getting hot and bothered!"
Barbara turned away, fussing with dishes. There was a warmth in the crotch of her panties, and her legs felt a bit wobbly. She was aware of the rigid condition of her nipples.
Julie knew her mother was aroused, and it amused her. She slapped the shapely ass playfully, then ran from the kitchen. Barbara turned and stared after her daughter, puzzled by her responses.
"Hi, little brother," Julie said to Kenney, who was sprawled over the couch with his eyes gazing at the flickering screen of the television set across the room. "Is that all you do ... watch the boob tube?"
"No," he replied, not taking his eyes from the action on the set. "Sometimes I crawl around in the dark of night and eat up little girls."
"Oh, you do, do you," Julie laughed, slapping him on his jeans covered ass. "That must be nice for the little girls."
He looked up at her. "Do you always have sex on the brain, Julie?"
"What else," she shot an impish grin at him. "It's more exciting than sitting around watching Captain Whozit on that piss-assed tube."
She danced about the living room, kicking playfully at her brother. "In fact, sex is more exciting than anything I know of." She stopped wiggling and looked intently at him. "I bet you don't even know what sex is, Kenney."
"Up yours, Julie," he retorted, but good humouredly. There was seldom any bickering in the Kramer household, Any arguments were on the good-natured side.
"You'd like that," she said, waggling her bikinied ass at him. "You'd really like that. The only thing is, you couldn't handle it, little boy."
He struck out at her waggling ass with his hand, but Julie danced away, giggling.
Barbara entered the living room just as Kenney had struck out. "Okay, you two. That's enough rough-housing."
"Kenney said he wanted to stick something up my butt," Julie laughed.
"I did not!" her brother protested. "Mom, I didn't say that."
Barbara regarded her daughter. After the scene in the kitchen, it was quite possible Julie was teasing her brother, she thought, teasing him sexually.
Again she felt the warm sensation between her legs.
"I don't care who said what," Barbara said, her voice sounding nervous. "I don't want any rough housing going on, not in the house. You two want to wrestle, go outside."
The tone of her mother's voice caused Julie to look closely. The flush was still on her mother's cheeks, and Julie suspected what her mother was feeling. The fact that Barbara would not look directly at her confirmed the idea.
"Want to go outside, little brother?" Julie asked Kenney. "I'll whip your ass-but good!"
He gave her a brave-boy sneer. "You couldn't whip my co ... uh, anything."
"Kenney!" Barbara said sternly.
Julie laughed. "Why, you little stud! I didn't think you talked that way. I bet you don't even know what that little thing is for."
"Julie!" Barbara said sharply, but her voice quivered. "Now, that's enough. Both of you!"
"Party pooper," Julie grinned at her mother. "I guess I'll just go have my shower ... and you better not peek! Either one of you."
She swung her half-naked ass from the room, Barbara watching her go. Julie had changed these past nine months, she felt. She had always been a straightforward girl, but not this bold. The little by-play between Kenney and Julie was about as far as brother and sister could go, Barbara thought. But the things that were said, the way they were said, the expression on Julie's face, all of it combined to make Barbara tremble. Any other time she would not have paid all that much attention to it, but now, after the kitchen thing, every word had a meaning hidden somewhere.
Barbara had a strange sensation that told her the weekend was going to change her life forever. She sat in a chair, hugging her breasts as she gazed unseeingly at the television set.
Julie finished her shower and sat in the middle of her bed, sorting out bits and pieces of jewelry she had collected over the years, but seldom wore. She was dressed in her shorty gown, a flimsy bit of cloth that clung to her slim body, molded her breasts, and hung mid-way to her ass. Giving in to her home convention, she had also pulled on a pair of matching panties.
It was ten o'clock by this time, and she was considering ways to get out of the house over the next two days so she could be with Mark. The big problem was this being her first weekend home, and she knew her mother would want her with the family, at least the first weekend.
As she sorted the jewelry, she listened to the sounds of her mother and brother preparing for bed. Although she had spent a wonderful day with Mark in the very bed she was now sitting on, Julie still felt excitement rumbling through her. Her room was situated at the end of the hall, near the bathroom. Her brother had a room opposite, with his door just past hers down the hall. The master bedroom that her mother used was at the other end of the house.
Julie heard the shower stop, then the closing of the bathroom door. It could only be Kenney, since the master bedroom had a bath of its own. She looked toward her door, knowing her brother would have to pass.
Kenney walked by, a towel wrapped around his waist. As he passed his sister's bedroom, he glanced in, saw her, and shoved his middle finger into the air at her. "Up yours!" he said, grinning. Then he ran to his room.
Julie smiled. Getting to her feet, she gathered up the jewelry and replaced it in the small chest where she stored it. Going to her door, she reached it just as the light went out. But her brother's door was open, and the light was on there.
Stepping into the hallway, she walked silently to Kenney's door, looking inside.
"Up who's?" she asked.
Kenney jumped, jerking the sheet up over his body quickly. Julie grinned when she saw the sheet standing up like a tent at his middle. He looked warily back at her.
"Don't you start anything, Julie," he warned.
"Looks like you've started something already," she laughed softly. "What are you hiding under that sheet? A little stick?"
"Don't come in here!" he squeaked, seeing her step into his bedroom.
"Why not?" she asked lightly. "I've been here before."
"Because ... because I don't have my pajamas on yet," he said.
"You don't?" she lifted a teasing eyebrow. "Why, shame on you. I bet you were playing with yourself, weren't you?"
"I was not!" he yelped, holding the sheet tight at his neck.
Julie moved to the side of his bed, looking meaningfully down at the upstanding sheet. "If you weren't playing with that thing, why is it sticking up that way?"
"Julie," he warned, holding the sheet tightly, "if you don't get out of here, I'll ... I'll call Mom!"
"So call," she said. Then before he could react, Julie grabbed the sheet and jerked it away.
Kenney's hands went immediately to his crotch, but he wasn't fast enough. Julie saw his hard cock and her hands moved like a striking snake. She grabbed his prick in her hand and pulled. Kenney yelped.
"That hurt!"
Julie relaxed her grip, but refused to remove her hand. She leaned over and looked closely at his cock and balls. "Hmmmm," she said softly. "That's quite a respectable hard-on, little brother. How often does that happen?"
"Julie, you better-"
"Why don't you shut up, Kenney?" she hissed at him, her hand moving now on his cock, sliding up and down slowly.
Kenney gasped as his sister's hand stroked his cock, her other one moving about his balls. "Yes, I'd say you have a respectable cock here."
He grunted, feeling sensations he had never felt before. Unlike his friend Mark, Kenney had never screwed a girl. No one had ever so much as touched his cock except himself. From the day he discovered he could come, he had been pulling off daily, sometimes two or three times.
"Still want to call mother, Kenney?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't answer; her hand pumping on his cock felt too good. He wiggled his naked ass on the mattress, and Julie gave a throaty laugh. "No, I don't think you do."
She played with his cock and balls for a few minutes, watching the foreskin slide back and forth, revealing the gleaming, swollen head of her brother's prick.
"You've never been circumcised, have you?" she said, her voice thick now. "I've never had an uncircumcised cock in me before."
"You do ... you've been ... " his voice trailed off.
"Been laid? Hell, yes! Plenty of times."
"Golly!" His eyes opened wide. "You better not let Mom find out-she'll blister your ass good."
"I doubt it," Julie laughed, sitting on the side of his bed and sweeping her fist up and down her brother's prick. "I don't think she would care, really."
"How do you know?"
"Oh, I've just got a funny feeling, you might say."
Kenney squirmed beneath his sister's hand, his eyes straining at her jutting breasts underneath the shorty nightgown, then at her exposed thighs. She had lifted one leg, crooked her knee, and he could see right into the crotch of her panties.
"Julie ... you better stop," he groaned.
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"I mean, if you don't stop, well, something's going to happen."
"I know," she smiled at him. "You'll come, right?"
"Yes!"
"We can't let that happen, can we?" she said, pulling her hand away. As soon ass his cock was free, he started to pull the sheet back over his naked body. "Oh, no you don't!" she said, slapping at his hands.
Seeing that he wouldn't cover himself now, she stood up. "Want to have some fun, brother dear?"
"Fun?"
For an answer, Julie lifted her gown from her head and threw it to the foot of his bed. She arched her back, making her breasts arch out and up, the nipples long and hard. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she stripped them off quickly. Kenney stared-pop-eyed at his naked sister.
Julie spread her feet on the floor and shoved her hips forward, both hands pulling at the hair-lined lips of her cunt. "This kind of fun, Kenney."
He swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes from her pussy. The first one he had ever seen in his life. Kenney thought it was the best thing since Gunsmoke.
"Can't you speak?" she asked softly, twisting her hips as she rubbed at her clitoris. "You said up mine, didn't you? Well, here it is. Don't tell me you've changed your mind."
"Golly!"
"That's right-golly."
Julie climbed onto the bed with him, kneeling and still stroking her inflamed clitoris. "Has that thing ever been inside a girl, Kenney?"
He shook his head.
"Then it's about time it was, don't you think?"
He nodded his head.
Julie threw one slim leg over his shaking body, standing upright above him. He gazed up with his pop-eyed expression, staring in between her creamy thighs and directly at her pussy. He began to pant as his sister began to lower herself down. She squatted above his cock, her cunt inches away.
Reaching down, Julie took his prick in her right hand, stroking it as she rubbed her clitoris. She peered between their bodies, then at his face. "It looks like I'm becoming the fucking teacher of thirteen-year-old boys," she said. "You're the second one that age I've screwed."
Kenney was far too excited to pay any attention to her words. Julie had lowered her cunt down and was now brushing the flaring head of his cock along the warm, moist slit of her cunt, holding the hairy lips apart with her fingers.
"Feel good, Kenney?" she asked in a thick voice. "Doesn't that feel good against your prick?"
He gulped and nodded his head.
"Watch my pussy suck it up"
Julie squirmed, screwing her crotch downward. Kenney stared in amazement as the head of his prick spread the lips of his sister's twat. There seemed to be a great deal of heat there, and he was struggling to hold back his threatening ejaculation.
Holding the head of his cock by the lips of her snatch, Julie rolled her hips in a tight circle, using the muscles of her stomach and thighs, still using her fingers there. Slowly, very slowly, she inched down, taking more and more of his prick into her cunt. After approximately each inch, she would pause and circle her hips about, watching the expression on his young face.
"Nice, huh?" she whispered.
"Yeah!" he croaked.
"You just keep on watching," she whispered, "and see my pussy suck all your prick in."
Down she went, and finally her cunt hairs pressed into the wiry hairs at the base of his dick. She settled there tightly for a long moment, thrilled by the stretch and fullness of her pussy. That it was Kenney's cock, her brother's prick, inside her twat, made it all the more exciting.
Now, pressing her pussy against his pelvis, she hunched back and forth, then swung in tight circles. Finally, she began to lift her ass, sliding up on his cock slowly, and repeated her maneuver with just the head held in her snatch. She had intended to fuck him slowly, but the lust had gripped her tighter than ever before.
She began bouncing swiftly up and down.
While fucking her brother by sitting astride him, Julie cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing them hard, taking the nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulling them, stretching them. Her pussy flew up and down, sucking his cock. She could feel the throb of Kenney in her and she dropped her right hand and shoved it behind her dancing ass. Grabbing at his balls, she tugged on them.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "This is good, isn't it, Kenney! Ohhhh, God ... it feels so good! Doesn't it feel good to you, Kenney? Isn't my pussy nice and hot on your cock?"
"Yeah," he said hoarsely. He had not moved since she sat down on him. He was almost afraid to move. Not because his sister was fucking so furiously atop him, but because of the sensations it was giving him. He was afraid that if he did move, all that delicious pleasure would go away.
"Ooooo, delicious!" Julie whimpered, her voice climbing. "What a dock you have, Kenney! Damn, why didn't you show this thing to me earlier? Ohhhh ... come on, brother dear! Pump your ass ... fuck me! Don't make me sit here and do it all! Fuck up and down ... work it with me!"
Barbara had retired to her bedroom after turning out the hall light. She had taken her shower earlier, and now, with a gauzy nightgown on, she had propped herself up in the bed and was reading a novel. She still had that strange tingling between her thighs, and she turned pages of the paperback without seeing the words.
When the sound first came to her, she failed to associate it. Then as the sounds became louder, the book dropped from her hand and she sat upright in the bed, eyes wide, her breath caught in her throat. The words came clearly to her. "Come on, brother dear! Pump your ass ... fuck me!"
"My God!" she whispered. "It can't be.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Before she could take a step, the rest of the words came to her. "Don't make me sit here and do it all! Fuck up and down ... work it with me!"
Barbara knew she wasn't going out of her mind. That was her son and daughter, and they were fucking!
She started to move, and her legs became rubbery. Instead of stepping forward, she fell back on the bed. She sat there, eyes wide, her breath coming in harsh gasps, her fist clenched tightly at her sides.
"Fuck me!" she heard Julie urging her brother. "That's it, Kenney ... pump up and down. Ooooo ... yes, yes! Oh, God ... so good! Fuck me ... fuckme ... fuckme!"
Barbara knew she should do something, but she wasn't sure what she should do. Go in there, pull them apart, spank their asses? No, of course not. Julie was far too old for spankings. Then what could she do? What should she do? -
Barbara did nothing.
She sat on her bed, listening to the cries and murmurs of their incestuous passion. As the sounds became more pronounced, Barbara found herself becoming extremely aroused. She was becoming more aroused than any of her men friends had ever made her. Her body felt on fire, as though she were being consumed in flames. Her breasts had suddenly become so swollen, they felt ready to burst, and her nipples were so raw, the gown became unbearable on them. Between her slender thighs, her pussy was a raging torrent of lust.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered softly, her hands pressing into her lap. "Ohhhh!"
Hardly knowing she was doing it, Barbara ripped at her gown, tearing it to shreds until she, was naked. Her eyes closed, lips hanging open, she threw her knees apart and began clawing at her burning twat. She had not masturbated since high school, and now she was digging into her pussy uncontrollably, unable to stop herself. The words coming from her son and daughter inflamed her beyond reason, and she flopped back across the bed, her legs wide as she rubbed at her swollen clitoris with one hand, the fingers of the other thrusting powerfully into her steaming twat.
Barbara rolled all over the bed, masturbating in a frenzy of passion, all her senses tuned to the rippling, insane pleasure of her body and the lewd words of her two children. Never in her entire life had she been so aroused, not even with her deceased husband. Barbara thought she would go out of her mind with passion, knowing she should slow her hands down, be more gentle with the delicate tissues of her cunt. But she was unable to control her hands.
She pulled hard at her inflamed clitoris, creating pain, but the pain was delicious at the same time. Three fingers plunged furiously in and out of her hairy cunt simultaneously, and she gasped and panted and twisted from one side of the bed to the other, her naked ass jerking up and down and making wide, lewd circles.
At the moment, Kenney and Julie could have seen her and she wouldn't have given a damn. She was so lost in her erotic sensations, Barbara would not have cared who saw her abusing her genitals. The only thing she was aware of was the deliciousness of her swelling orgasm, and the words coming to her ears.
"Fuck me, Kenney! Fuck me hard and good! Ohhhh, let's come together! Can you come in my pussy when I do, Kenney! Please, please ... come with me! Ohhhh I'm almost ... almost there!"
"Ahh ... ahh ... ahh," Kenney grunted.
"Wonderful! Sweet! Big cock ... hard cock," Julie's voice came to Barbara's passion sensitive ears. "Fuck me hard, Kenney! Yes, yes! Deeper and harder! Oh, my cunt is burning up! My pussy is on fire!"
They were so close, Barbara knew. She, too, was close. Her hands thrust and pulled wildly as she thrashed about the bed, moaning to herself now. Her orgasm was swelling so much, it seemed as though her whole body would explode.
Then she came.
At the exact peak of her come, Barbara shouted, unaware she had done so. "Fuck him, fuck him!"
Chapter Eight
Barbara had known that brothers and sisters often become involved sexually. She had read more than one report about incest. She had never given much consideration to such things, never dreaming it would happen in her own family. But then, who does?
Barbara wasn't stupid. She knew that certain conditions, the right atmosphere, the people concerned, could set the scene for very strange happenings. But she couldn't imagine what had caused Julie and Kenney to become involved.
True, there was a lot of teasing between them, but it was only normal for a brother and sister to tease each other. Barbara considered herself a liberal when it came to individual likes and dislikes. She knew each person was different from the next. Everyone couldn't be the same, she felt, or the world would be populated by a mob of robots, all geared in one direction. Push a button, everyone turned right, push another, they went left ... or push another and they all went into a frenzy of mass fucking.
No, people weren't robots.
Life would be very dull indeed if all women dressed alike, looked alike, thought alike-men, too. It was the difference that made things- living-so exciting.
She was surprised to find a lack of anger when she awoke the next morning. When she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. Her body felt relaxed, and she discovered there was no longer tension in her mind or body. She had not been aware of that tension until now. She stretched sensuously in the bed, trying to understand why she felt no anger, no shame, about the night before. Even if not ashamed of her wild masturbation, she thought she should be at least a little ashamed of her children.
But there was nothing like that in her mind.
Getting up, she went into her shower and soaped her body, then rinsed. Toweling, she went back to the bedroom and rummaged about for clothes. After dressing in white shorts and halter, she brushed her long hair until it gleamed, then applied a faint coat of pink lipstick to her lips. She didn't hear a sound in the house, which meant Julie and Kenney were still asleep.
Satisfied with her appearance, she entered the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. She was surprised to find herself humming happily. She had not sung in many years. Bacon and eggs sizzled in the pan, the coffee perked like a merry bird on the dining room table. She had slices of toast in the toaster, ready to brown. Pouring a cold glass of milk for Kenney, she set cups next to hers and Julie's place.
When breakfast was ready, she went to wake the children.
Julie was sprawled across her bed, the sheet half covering her body. In her sleep she appeared much younger than eighteen. Barbara stood and looked at her daughter before shaking her awake.
"Breakfast, honey," she aid gently.
"Glumph," Julie responded sleepily.
"Come on, lazy ... time to get up."
Julie rolled over onto her back, her naked breasts jiggling slightly. Her eyes opened, and she smiled lazily. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching and yawning.
Barbara found herself staring at her daughter's breasts, eyes wide and mouth parted. The nipples were longer than her own, and they seemed to be hard even now. The sheet was down across Julie's hips, with the copper-colored tangle of pussy hairs exposed. Barbara sucked her breath in, and turned quickly.
"Time to get up," she murmured, almost running from the room.
Kenney had shut his door sometime during the night, and she rapped at it with a shaking hand. "Kenney?" she called There was no answer, and she rapped harder. Still no sound.
After seeing her daughter naked, Barbara was almost afraid to open her son's door. There were conflicting emotions warring-inside her body. One part of her mind told her to forget it and go back to the kitchen, but the other side was almost screaming for her to open the door and enter his room.
Holding her breath, she obeyed the impulse to open his door.
Kenney was stretched out on his bed, legs wide and on his back. The first thing Barbara saw was his genitals. Her first thought was they seemed quite large for a boy his age. Her second thought was to run like crazy from the room.
Instead, she walked silently to his bed, pulled the sheet over him, then shook his shoulder. "Wake up, darling ... breakfast is ready."
As usual, Kenney came awake immediately. "Hi, Mom," he grinned. "Be there in a second."
Barbara left his room and met her daughter as she came from the hall bathroom. Julie had pulled a robe on, but it was hanging open. She was naked beneath it.
"Julie!" Barbara gasped, clutching her throat. "You shouldn't ... mustn't ..."
"Shouldn't what, Mother?" Julie asked innocently, taking her time pulling the robe together.
"Uh, nothing," Barbara said nervously. She brushed past her daughter and hurried into the kitchen. She leaned on the table for a moment, then slipped into the chair. She noticed that her hands were shaking, and she fired a cigarette up in an effort to control them.
Kenney was the first to come to the table, followed in a moment or so by his sister. Barbara couldn't lift her eyes to meet them now. She shoved eggs about her plate, sipping her coffee.
"Aren't you hungry, mother?" Julie asked, forking the food into her mouth.
Barbara shook her head. She crushed the cigarette out, firing up another immediately. Julie noticed the nervousness. Finishing her breakfast, she took one of her mother's cigarettes and smoked quietly as she drank her coffee. She gazed unblinkingly at her mother.
Kenney gobbled his breakfast down, then asked for more eggs.
"I'll make them," Julie said, going to the stove. Barbara glanced at Julie. Her daughter seemed somehow, much more attractive this morning than she had noticed before. She was dressed in a mini-dress, a sheath-like garment that clung to her body, hugging it and boldly outlining her up-tilted breasts and fine, curving ass. Barbara wasn't sure-because of the print design of the mini-dress but it seemed as if she could see the split of Julie's ass outlined there.
Again, she shivered as sensation flowed through her. She looked up to see Kenney's eyes on his sister's bottom, his tongue licking slowly about his lips, his gaze hot.
Julie brought the eggs to the table and shoved them from the platter to her brother's plate. "There you are, stud," she said. "Eat up ... they'll put lead in your pencil."
It had been years since Barbara had heard that expression. In a way, it was quite a nice saying, she thought. Too bad people didn't use such expressions anymore. Today, every one used explicit words, but as she considered this, it made sense. After all, it was honest.
It seemed like ages to Barbara that they sat there without many words passing between them, when actually it had only been ten or fifteen minutes. She was aware of her daughter's steady gaze, and couldn't lift her eyes to return it. Her emotions were whirling inside her mind dizzily. She couldn't sort them out, couldn't think straight, really. There was a deep pulsation between her thighs, and she felt the sensation she had the night before. Something was going to happen to change her life-all their lives-forever more. Last night was simply the beginning of it. Today was Saturday, and tomorrow was Sunday, and something was going to happen.
Most of the morning was spent straightening the house, a chore that didn't take long. Barbara was a good housekeeper.
After a while, Kenney decided to run over to Mark's house. He had hoped his mother would find shopping to do, anything that would make her leave the house. He had enjoyed screwing his sister so much the night before, he wanted a repeat. But, it looked as if his mother was going to stay home, and he was sure of it when she loaded the washer.
"Be gone long?" Barbara called as he started out the door.
"Hour or so," he said as he left.
Asking him how long he would be gone was another element in the Kramer household. Barbara seldom asked such things of him. He never went far, was always home early. So, why ask now?
Julie was going through record albums, sitting on the floor in front of the stereo, legs crossed, short skirt hiked into her lap. As soon as Barbara looked at her daughter, she knew why she asked Kenney how long he would be gone; she admitted it finally.
She wanted her daughter to initiate something ... with her.
Once the idea was clear in her mind, Barbara grew nervous again. She couldn't understand it. She had never been so attracted to a girl before in her life, yet she was now-and toward her daughter! She knew she wasn't a lesbian, had never experienced involvement with a lesbian. She enjoyed men, not women. She tried to think whether it was because of last night, of what she heard, what she knew. Nothing made much sense to her, nothing except the bubbling burning sensation in the bottom of her stomach. Barbara knew, somehow, that masturbating again would not relieve that itch, the tremendous pressure that seemed to be within her.
She sat down in a chair, smoking cigarette after cigarette.
Julie had been aware of her mother's nervousness, had been covertly watching her. She twisted about on the floor, sitting facing her mother, her skirt still hiked up, only now it was almost about her hips.
"You like the Platters?"
"The Platters?" Barbara asked. "That's an old group. I had no idea that album was still around here."
She puffed and blew gray smoke, trying to avert her eyes from Julie's crotch. Unknowingly, Barbara flung her right leg over the arm of the chair, legs wide apart. Julie smiled inwardly as she noticed a few strands of crinkly hair exposed from the tight legs of her mother's shorts.
She turned and put the album on the record turntable. Then she faced her mother again, drawing her knees up and hugging them against her breasts. The movement caused the tight lacy panties to be exposed, as well as the backs of her creamy thighs and a good portion of her smooth ass.
Barbara's breath caught as she gazed unflinchingly at the sight. She seemed mesmerized now, and couldn't pull her eyes away. She had, of course, seen many girls naked before, mostly when she was in high school during gym. But this ... this view of Julie was so exciting, her heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing.
Julie placed her chin on her knees, her eyes smoky as she looked at her mother. For a long moment, Julie looked unashamedly at the crotch of the white shorts, at the curling strands of pubic hair revealed. Like Barbara, Julie had never had sexual interest toward another female. She had, of course, gone through the-usual early teen crushes on females, but it had long passed. She, too, could feel excitement flowing like charged particles through her body. But the difference between the two was, Julie knew and understood what she wanted.
The idea had not come to her until the night before, while doing up the dishes with her mother. It had only been a slight flickering during their conversation, but burst into full force when she had talked her mother into exposing her thighs, by lifting her skirt to her waist.
Julie had made the decision then.
Barbara shifted uncomfortably on the chair, crushing her cigarette out in the ash tray near her. She couldn't understand the emotions that were steaming in her veins, wasn't sure she wanted to understand them. She finally found the strength to pull her eyes from Julie's exposure, and then found she didn't know where to look now. She reached for another cigarette, but didn't pull one from the pack.
A movement had caught her eye, and she turned back to her daughter.
Julie, with her chin still resting on her knees, had dropped her hand down the back of her thigh, sliding it along caressingly, and patted her palm at the crotch of her tight panties. Barbara was afraid to look directly at Julie, but continued to look from the corner of her eye. She saw that Julie was slipping her fingers beneath the band of her panties, and it seemed that her daughter had her tongue licking in a suggestive manner over her lips. And Julie's eyes still burned on Barbara's thighs. Barbara swallowed, trying to say something, but her throat was suddenly dry. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. Her mind was blank to everything except one thing; what she had heard the night before. "Fuck me hard, Kenney!" and the scream that had erupted from her at the time of her shattering orgasm: "Fuck him, fuck him!"
Of its own volition, her head turned until she was facing her daughter once more. Julie was now openly caressing the hairy rim of her cunt, her fingers stuck underneath the tight lacy band.
"Julie!" Barbara said, but it came out as a soft whisper, not the loud condemnation she wanted. "Julie," she said again, much softer yet.
Julie heard, but said nothing. She dropped her other hand down and pulled the band wide, and Barbara watched with frozen shock as her daughter slipped her middle finger into the hair-lined lips, then up to the swollen clitoris, twisting it gently but firmly.
For what seemed hours, Barbara watched her daughter masturbate. Actually, it could only have been a few minutes. Heavy tension was in the air, and Barbara could hear her harsh breathing, sounding like a roaring surf in her ears.
Julie licked her lips again, then spoke, her voice so soft Barbara had to strain to hear the words. "You know, don't you, mother?"
Barbara nodded her head, the movement almost imperceptible.
"You heard us," Julie said in the same soft voice. "You heard Kenney and me last night."
Again the slight nod of head.
"Do you know what you said, too, last night, mother?"
Confused, Barbara tried to deny it.
"You screamed, mother," Julie said, her finger brushing up and down her inflamed clitoris. "You were playing with yourself, and-you listened to me and Kenney, and when you came, you screamed. You screamed Fuck him, fuck him! Don't you remember?"
Barbara's head jerked negatively.
"Mother, mother," Julie said softly, a small smile on her lips now. "Please, please don't be such a hypocrite. You didn't raise Kenney and me to lie, did you? Why should you start lying now?"
Barbara remained silent, watching and listening. She wanted to jump up and flee, but she couldn't. She wanted to remain and watch, listen, and she did. Her emotions were making her dizzy, but she knew-admitting it to herself-that she was more excited than she had ever been before.
"Have you ever been ... have you ever done it with a girl, mother?"
Barbara didn't answer. She didn't say anything or make a movement to indicate yes or no. But Julie understood.
"I haven't, either," Julie said, her voice smoky. "I've never made love to another woman before, but many men. You didn't know that, did you mother? I've been screwed so much I should look like a pin cushion. But I like it, mother. Why should I deny it? I love it, you hear me. I love fucking."
Again there was silence, very heavy silence, between them. Julie remained with her knees drawn against her breasts, her finger caressing and stroking her pussy.
Then Julie said: "Want to make it with me, mother?"
Barbara eyes widened, and a soft moan bubbled from her. Her tongue fluttered about her lips, a nervous gesture that meant nothing to her, but told Julie a great deal.
Removing her hands from her crotch, Julie stood up. Slowly, she began moving toward her mother, her eyes burning between the long thighs. Barbara watched her daughter come close, her heart racing dangerously now. She still sat with her one leg draped over the arm of the chair, the other straight out in front of her, wide apart. She struggled to talk as Julie came close, but words seemed to stick in her throat. Julie drew close, then dropped to her knees on the carpet before her mother. When she placed her palm on Barbara's knee, the heat of it caused her mother to shiver perceptibly. Barbara drew her fingers into a tight fist, watching Julie's hand on her knee.
Julie inched her hand up, sliding along the warm smoothness of her mother's thigh, caressing the creamy flesh. Julie's fingers felt like the kiss of butterfly wings, but there was such a burning, such a pleasant sensation, Barbara began to tremble visibly.
Julie now had her hand at mid-thigh, pausing only to fondle the warm inner surface, where she knew the sensations would be greatest. With her palm flat, she caressed back and forth, bringing her other hand to the opposite thigh. They gazed into each other's eyes, Julie's bold and hungry, Barbara's now smoldering but confused.
Julie's fingers moved up the thighs, slowly and tenderly. The tips of her fingers probed at the edges of her mother's white shorts. For a tantalizing minute, Julie ran her fingertips up and down the legs of her shorts. Then, so gently it was like a breath of air, slipped the fingers of her left hand underneath the crotch of Barbara's shorts.
"No panties, mother?" Julie asked, lifting a knowing eyebrow.
Barbara licked her lips, her eyes gleaming brightly, moistly.
"You have awfully soft hair here, mother," Julie whispered. "It feels like silk, curly and smooth."
Without probing further, Julie pulled her fingers from the shorts, slid both her hands up her mother's trembling stomach, and cupped the two breasts. Barbara gasped.
Julie molded her mother's breasts, squeezing into the firm flesh ever so gently, then ran the tips of her fingers about the two rigid nipples beneath the cloth. "Your nipples are awfully hard," Julie said softly. "You're excited, mother. I can feel how excited you are."
"Julie ... " Barbara managed. "Oh, Julie!"
"Don't fight, mother," Julie said, fondling the breasts. She shoved the halter up, exposing the creamy mounds and fiery pink nipples. A murmur of delight came from Julie, and she lifted herself high enough to place a moist, burning kiss on each tip.
"Julie, Julie," Barbara whimpered, still unmoving, her fist clenched, the nails cutting into her palms. "Julie, Julie, Julie ... " Then, "Ohhhhhh!"
Julie had opened her moist mouth and covered one nipple, sucking at it gently, but harder with each pull. Her tongue flew about the nipples, her teeth nibbling tenderly. She sucked in as much of her mother's breast as she could, drawing outward, pulling on the nipple, only to swallow more creamy flesh and repeat the motion.
Julie sucked on each breast, spending a few minutes at each nipple, kissing and licking, making soft sounds of pleasure in her throat. As she sucked one breast, she fondled the other. One of her hands was moving up and down Barbara's thigh, feeling all over it.
Again, Barbara gasped.
Julie's hand on her thigh had traced a burning path to the smooth inner surface, and then cupped her crotch.
"Julie ...
"Shhhh," Julie whispered, sucking a hard nipple. Her hand pressed into her mother's crotch firmly, insistently. "Don't talk, mother. There isn't anything you or I can do about it now."
"Ohhhh!"
The fingers of Julie's hand slipped under the tight band, and she found Barbara's inflamed clitoris. She agitated the swollen flesh, and now Barbara moved. Her hips began involuntarily to squirm. They rolled in a lewd motion beneath Julie's feeling fingers, and Julie murmured in delight at this response. She pulled her mouth from the sugary breasts and gazed into her mother's eyes hotly.
"You like it, don't you?"
Barbara nodded her head, biting at her bottom lip. "Ohhhh, God, Julie! This is insane! You ... me, we are insane!"
"That's a good possibility, mother," Julie smiled, worming a finger into the hot, wet lips of her mother's cunt. "But I doubt it. We just happen to be two girls with hot blood. We like sex, and there isn't any reason for us to lie about it."
"But, Julie ... " Barbara whimpered, her ass rolling about, bouncing up and down as the finger thrust back and forth, the thumb pressing on her clitoris.
"Mother," Julie said with wisdom far beyond her age, "Sex is one of the most powerful instincts the human psyche possesses. Other than hunger for food, it is the most powerful."
"Julie, we shouldn't ... "
"Just listen to me, mother, then you can talk." Julie kept her finger plunging in and out of her mother's slippery twat, slowly but aggressively. "Sex isn't something you can turn off like a tap. If you deny it, you'll dry up. Any psychologist will tell you if you deny this basic need, this drive, you'll become irritable, argumentative. You'll turn into a cold, shrewish woman, always finding fault, hard to get along with. You don't want to be that way, do you?"
"But ... but ...
"Mother, you've got to understand the basic needs of the human animal. Sex may be just a powerful urge, but it is also a necessary urge for a person's well being. You can't suppress the desire for water when you're thirsty, nor can you survive without food. Sure, you can live without sex, but you must understand what it will do to your emotions, your inner peace of mind. Any short study of mankind and his needs will tell you sex is an important part of your body, of your mind, of your well being."
"You know so much, Julie," Barbara said softly. "So young, and so intelligent."
Julie smiled, rubbing more firmly at her mother's clitoris now.
"But," Barbara said, licking her lips again, "what about Kenney? He could come in and see, catch us."
Julie stood up, pulling her mother to her feet. "We can go to your bedroom, lock the door if you want."
Barbara trailed after her daughter, allowing herself to be pulled from the living room, down the hail, and into her bedroom. Her legs were shaking and she wasn't sure they would support her much longer. The twitching of her pussy was maddening, and she pressed her fist into her crotch hard as Julie pulled her through the door and toward the bed.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Barbara said: "I've never ... I don't know what to do. I mean, how do two girls do it, Julie?"
"I don't know either, mother," Julie replied, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. Next she slid her panties down and kicked them free. "But I do know that we have to be naked. How else can we find out?"
Barbara gazed at her daughter's nakedness, her pulse racing. The fine hair covering Julie's snatch was the same color as her own, she noticed. With shaking hands, she untied the halter and dropped it, her breasts swaying enticingly with the movement. She found the zipper of her shorts, her eyes still burning on Julie. There was a soft snick, and the shorts parted, Lifting her ass a bit, she shoved them down, and stretched out on the bed, naked and trembling, waiting.
Julie smiled, caressing herself, looking down. "Now you're getting it on, mother. I'm glad to see you aren't being dishonest with yourself." She climbed onto the bed and began caressing her mother's naked body up and down, feeling the warm, smooth flesh.
"You're supposed to touch me, too," Julie urged.
"Where?"
"Anywhere you want."
Hesitatingly, Barbara lifted her hand and cupped a firm, spongy breast. She found, to her surprise, that feeling of another girl's breast was quite pleasant. She pressed her fingers into the creamy mound, watching the nipples throb. The hand dropped, crawled up Julie's right thigh, and then she boldly cuddled Julie's cunt.
"That's it!" Julie squealed, scooting her hips on the bed to make her mother's hand tight at her pussy. "Open your legs, mother!"
Barbara spread her legs wide, and Julie leaned over, peering down. "It's pretty," she murmured. "So pink, so moist, so hairy. You know, I've never seen a cunt other than my own before. I like it."
Barbara squirmed her naked ass on the bed, her finger slipping into the tight hotness of Julie's twat, working it back and forth. "I hope we're doing it right. I've never heard about two girls doing it before. Oh, I know they do, but what they do has always been a mystery to me."
"I guess we'll have to go by instinct, do whatever makes us feel good."
"What would make you feel good, honey?" Barbara asked. "Tell me so I'll do it right."
"Feeling my pussy right now feels good, mother."
Barbara, not so confused now, wiggled her ass. "Feel my pussy, darling," she urged huskily, shooting her hips upward. "Feel me ... play with my cunt, Julie."
"I am," Julie murmured, using both hands at her mother's steaming crotch. She parted the lips, stroked the inner, sensitive areas, then twisted delicately at the swollen clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, that's nice!" Barbara gurgled in pleasure,-her hips rolling about as she imitated the movements on her daughter's cunt. "I like that, Julie! Ohhh, yes! Twist it for me ... pinch it ... pull on it! Ahhhh, that's what I like!"
Julie stretched out beside her mother, her pelvic area parallel with her mother's face, her own inches away from the hairy triangle of Barbara. She lifted one leg to expose her cunt, and shoved at, her mother's leg until she was in a similar position.
"Would you like for me to kiss it, mother?" Julie asked in a thick voice. "Would you like me to kiss your pussy?"
"Ohhhh, God!"
"Kiss mine, mother," Julie urged, shoving her cunt closer to her mother's face. "I like my cunt being kissed."
"I don't know ... I've never done ... "
"I haven't either, but I want to." Julie said. "Have you ever sucked a cock, mother?"
"Yes, oh God ... many times!"
"I guess we do it the same way, only lick a lot more. Let's try it."
She shoved her face into her mother's crotch, her lips burning moist kisses all over the puffy lips, on the straining clitoris. As she kissed into the hairy slit, she was gratified to feel her mother's hot breath, then her lips, on her pussy. She wiggled her hips, pressing close, grinding her crotch against her mother's face. Sliding her hands over her mother's hips, she clutched at the tight cheeks of Barbara's ass, groaning in passion as her tongue darted out to taste the distended clitoris. She sucked it between her lips and tickled the tip of her tongue about the sensitive bud.
Barbara, following the lead, clasped her daughter's hips, only she pulled and tugged until Julie was astraddle of her face, her knees on each side of her face. She cupped the fine, smooth textured ass-cheeks, and shoved her mouth hard into the dripping slit, tonguing and sucking furiously, her mind blazing at the perversity of lesbian incest.
Her tongue shot in between the slippery lips of Julie's cunt, licking and probing furiously, tasting and sucking. Barbara didn't care now that it was her daughter atop her face, she was too involved in the most exquisite sensations she had felt in ages.
Julie wiggled her ass down against her mother's face, her own lips and tongue driving relentlessly against Barbara's pussy. Every bit of her sexual personality was in play now, every erotic part of her brain and body was in motion. She rammed her tongue into and out of her mother's wet pussy, holding it stiff, then ran the flat surface around the clitoris and hairy lips, stroking and tasting. She had both hands clutching each cheek of Barbara's ass, digging into them and lifting, trying to devour the steaming cunt.
"Mmmmmmm," she mumbled. "Ohhhmmmmmm!"
"Ahhmmmm," Barbara replied, tonguing about Julie's swollen clitoris, holding the naked, twisting ass tightly in her hands.
They twisted and squirmed about the bed, their movements faster. Each girl was sucking and slurping furiously now, both unable to keep it slow. They banged their hips up and down, rubbed and twisted, slamming cunts hard against sucking lips and licking tongues. They were breathing harshly, steaming breath burning against steaming flesh. Julie was twisting and turning so swiftly, Barbara found her tongue swiping periodically at the tiny pucker of her asshole, but she didn't mind. A few times she thought she felt Julie's tongue against her asshole, but she couldn't be sure. The only thing she was certain of was that hot, eager tongue which seemed everywhere between her thighs at once. Barbara banged her hips up and down, making short, tight circles into Julie's face, feeling the rumbling ecstasy of her orgasm bubbling up. As the fantastic pleasure grew and swelled inside her body, she applied vigorous action with her tongue, trying to do exactly what Julie was doing to her.
Julie also felt her climax boiling away. She lifted and lowered her pussy powerfully into her mother's sucking, licking mouth, writhing hard, sliding her cunt and ass back and forth. Her hands clawed at the creamy cheeks of her mother's ass, lifting and pressing her face against the dripping twat with mindless lust.
Barbara's hands raced over Julie's smooth asscheeks, touching and probing them, her tongue flying in and out of the hair-lined snatch, then sucking hard on the elongated clitoris.
Both girls were shaking violently, animal-like sounds coming from their sucking mouths as the ecstasy gripped them. Instinctively, they did the right things to one another, doing what they liked themselves, knowing the other would like it. Tongues whipped, and lashed furiously, lips sucked and nibbled passionately. They rocked and twisted and squirmed and writhed, moaning, the sounds higher and higher until both were keening shrilly, both climbing the peak, about to soar into the heavens.
Barbara was the first to shudder into orgasm. She gave a long, muffled wail as it struck, shot her crotch hard into Julie's mouth, and came so powerfully she felt shattered.
Julie, her tongue deep up her mother's cunt, felt the lips contract, and quickly pulled it free and began to suck hard at the clitoris, drawing Barbara's orgasm out. As she tongued and sucked her mother's clitoris, her own orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. She squealed into her mother's crotch and hard into her face, coming like a roaring volcano.
Julie fell away, sprawled at her mother's side, exhausted, eyes closed and gasping hard. Her breasts rose and fell, her legs wide, pussy pulsating in the warm glow. Barbara struggled for air, her thighs tight, trying to retain the deep sensations that seemed to still flow there. Her eyes, too, were pressed shut, and tears of gratification seeped from them.
After a long time, Barbara stirred. She sat up and looked down at her daughter, a soft smile on her face. Julie smiled warmly back at her.
"Did we do it right, Julie?" Barbara asked.
"Wow! I don't know if we did or not, but it sent me into orbit, mother!" Julie enthused. "One thing I learned; I loved it!"
"Me, too," Barbara confessed, then a slight frown creased her forehead. "The only thing is, I don't want to be a lesbian. I like men, I've always liked men."
"This doesn't make you a lesbian, mother," Julie laughed. "What the hell, so we sucked each other's pussy? I know I'm not a cunt licker, so you aren't either."
"I'm not so sure," Barbara said.
"Wasn't it good?"
"Of course it was, darling," Barbara smiled.
"Then let's don't worry about it, mother. I mean, what the hell, we had a lot of fun, didn't we? That don't mean we're going to start eating every fucking cunt we see! This is only something to do when we don't have a nice, hard cock around."
Barbara grinned suddenly. "You had one last night, didn't you?"
Julie grinned. "Boy, did I! That brother of mine is pretty good at screwing a girl, even if it was his first piece of ass."
"You mean you've never done that with him before?"
"Of course not," Julie said. "That was the first time."
Barbara smiled broadly. "I'll bet it won't be there last, though."
"You can bet your ass on that, mother," Julie giggled, hugging herself. "And you can bet your ass this isn't going to be the last time I suck that pretty pussy of yours, either."
"We'll have to be careful," Barbara said. "We can't let Kenney find out about this. My God, he'd probably hate us-me, anyway-forever."
Julie laughed. "We'll be careful, mother."
Chapter Nine
All afternoon, Kenney would shoot glances at his sister. Barbara watched him, smiling to herself. She well understood the sex drive of a young boy, and although she had never let on, she had been aware that he had been jacking off daily. It was not in her nature to attempt to stop him. There were many things Barbara didn't know about the human psyche, or even the body, but she knew that masturbation was a normal outlet for boys and girls that age.
Like most boys and girls at that age, Barbara had heard the frightening things masturbation was supposed to cause: hair will grow in your palm, it will drive you insane, a boy will become limp and impotent, a girl will never be satisfied by cock again, only her fingers. Sheer bullshit!
The only problem she had had since that early afternoon session with Julie, Barbara found, was that she couldn't keep her eyes off the slim, beautiful shape of her daughter too. And, she also found that she was looking quite frankly at the front of Kenney's pants. When she realized she was gazing at his pants that way, she was horrified for a few minutes. She had become incestuously involved with her eighteen-years-old daughter; she didn't want to repeat the same situation with her thirteen-year-old son. That would be too much-or so she thought.
Then, after consideration, she decided her interest in his genitals was evidence that she wasn't a lesbian after all. If she had suddenly become a lesbian that afternoon, she wouldn't have this interest in any male cock, would she?
So she continued to gaze at her son's pants when he wasn't watching.
The afternoon passed slowly, but again there was the air of tension about the house. Kenney, looking at his sister as she bounced vibrantly about the place, catching a brief glimpse of her lacy panties now and then beneath her short dress, was experiencing a half-hard cock. Julie, aware of her brother's hot eyes, did everything she could to tease him. She would find some excuse to lean over, causing the miniskirt to ride up in back, letting him peek at the encased cheeks of her ass. She could see the outline of his swelling prick, and it pleased her. She flashed him a wink now and then.
Barbara, very much aware of her daughter's teasing, was amused at the reactions of all of them. She had come to grips with herself, with her emotions, and accepted not only the relationship between Kenney and Julie, but the one between her and Julie, too. She remained in a state of arousal all afternoon.
She had a date that night, as she usually did on Saturdays. For a while she considered breaking it, but what had happened earlier between her and her daughter made her want to keep the date, to let the man fuck her so she would be able to compare her reactions between a cock and a pussy. She knew she was-searching for answers, for anything that would tell her once and for all that she was not becoming a lesbian. As much as she enjoyed what she and Julie had done, Barbara did not want to be a lesbian. Despite what Julie had told her, Barbara still had that fear. If only, she thought, she had not liked it so damned much!
They had talked quite a bit after it was over, and Julie had told her of her class at college concerning human sexuality, and Barbara had learned. She had listened and learned from her daughter. She had found out that no matter what two people did with each other, no matter how far out it was, there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with it. As long as the people involved agreed, consented, then nothing was perverted. Only pleasing each other and themselves matter. What she was confused about was the incest part of it. That, she knew, was wrong. Yet, she found the pleasure so fantastic, it was right-it was right for her and for Julie. Who would ever know? As long as they kept it a secret, who would be harmed?
Once, in the late part of the afternoon, Barbara walked in on Kenney and Julie wrapped in a tight embrace. Kenney had his hands underneath his sister's skirt, shoved down into her panties and was fondling her ass. Julie was writhing against him, his tongue buried deep into her sucking mouth. She had seen, over his shoulder, her mother enter the room, then stop.
Julie winked at her mother.
Barbara smiled and winked back, then retreated.
At six, after the Kramer's had finished their evening meal, Mark came over to visit with Kenney. Julie stuck her tongue out at him, playfully, a gesture that Barbara caught.
At seven, Barbara was in her bedroom preparing for her date. Julie walked in and sat on the bed, watching her mother at the dresser. Barbara was in panties and bra, brushing her long coppery hair.
"Why wear a bra, mother?" Julie asked. "Let those pretty breasts hang free. Men like to see them bounce and jiggle, you know."
Barbara considered a moment, then with a childish giggle, removed the bra.
"Plan on getting flicked tonight, mother?"
A slight crimson tinged Barbara's cheeks. Julie giggled. "Why so shy all of a sudden?" she asked. "I mean, you are going to get laid tonight, aren't you?"
"Well, I hope so." Barbara confessed. "He's done it ... well," she flushed a bit deeper. "This is crazy, fencing about for words."
"You're right."
"You kids today have it together," Barbara said. "When I was your age, sex was hardly mentioned."
"We're liberated, mother," Julie replied. "Now, as you were saying?"
"Well, he has ... uh, fucked me, before," the tinge deepened in her cheeks, then as suddenly as it came, it disappeared.
"Is he any good?"
Barbara laughed nervously. "I've got to get used to this sort of talk. Actually, he isn't much of a lay. He's only fucked me once before, and I didn't get much out of it except a pussy filled with come."
"Then why go out with him again?" Julie said. "If a man can't make me come the first time, he's scratched from my list."
"I've got to find out something, prove something to myself."
Julie regarded her mother closely. "Are you still worried about becoming a lesbian?"
"Well, yes, to be frank."
Julie laughed with humor. "That isn't very likely, mother. I saw the way you were looking at the front of Kenney's pants."
Barbara didn't answer. She went to her closet and pulled out the dress she was planning to wear. Julie took one look and shook her head. "Hey, not that thing, mother!" She got up and went to Barbara. "You and I are about the same size. I bet you could fit into some of my clothes."
"I couldn't wear one of those short things, Julie. I'd die of embarrassment."
"Balls! Come on, let's go see what I've got for you."
Julie rummaged about, pulling panties from the dresser. "Here, put this on. Those things you're wearing are too utilitarian. A girl has to be sexy, you know."
Barbara stripped her panties away, then slipped into the bikini panties her daughter handed to her. They were tight, but fit perfectly. She looked down at herself, and saw the mat of dark hair revealed. "I feel shameless," she said.
"I bet you feel sexier, too."
"Well, yes ... you're right."
Julie located a red miniskirt that fit her mother nicely, then a pink blouse that hugged the unfettered breasts deliciously. She stepped back and regarded her mother critically. "Well," she said after a moment, "that sure changed you! Thu look good enough to eat."
"For you," Barbara grinned. "You'd eat me, but what about my date?"
"If you don't turn him on dressed that way, you sure won't have to look far for another stud. Hell, mother, all you'll have to do is turn around and they'll be bumping into your ass!"
"Bumping, or ... pumping?" Barbara grinned lewdly.
Julie laughed with pleasure. "Now you're getting your shit together!"
After Barbara had left with her date, a man of ordinary looks, Julie found that Kenney and Mark were involved with a huge model plane her brother had been working on for over a month. At their age, boys could be so damned dumb, she thought. Here she was, a much nicer toy to play with, and all they did was talk about the damned model and ignore her completely.
She dawdled about in her room, thinking seriously about getting into her little car and seeing what kind of action she could stir up. Then she became aware of the boys talking. Her name was mentioned, and she sneaked to the hallway where it joined the living room and listened.
"I did, I swear it," Mark was saying.
"Aw, she wouldn't let you do that, not Julie," Kenney said.
"How much you want to bet?"
"You couldn't prove it, so why bet?" Kenney said. "You don't think she'd admit it, do you?"
"Well, maybe not," Mark replied. "But anyway, I did so fuck her."
Julie stifled a giggle.
Kenney mumbled something softly, so soft she didn't hear it. But she did hear the gasp come from Mark. Then his voice said: "You did?"
"Yep, same as you."
"Aw, she wouldn't let her own brother put his cock in her."
"Want to bet?" Kenney challenged.
"You couldn't prove it, either."
"No, I couldn't. But she did so come into my room last night. I was in there pulling off and she came in. I was scared she was going to tell Mom or beat my ass herself, but she didn't. You know what she did? She pulled the sheet off me and grabbed my cock!"
"Wow!"
"Not only that, she took her gown off and sat on top of me and fucked me and made me come right in her cunt!"
Julie peered around the corner, struggling to hold in her giggles. Both boys sat facing each other with a half-finished model between them forgotten now. She saw a frown on Mark's face, then he asked: "Okay, smart-ass. If she did that, tell me what her pussy hair looks like."
"It's the same color as the hair on her head, like copper, you know. It's silky to touch and is real curly. She has a freckle right next to her pussy."
"Hey, that's right-she does," Mark said, eyes round. "I guess you did screw her after all."
"You wasn't lying, either."
Julie could hardly hold her laugher in. She was cupping her mouth with both hands to hold the giggles back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Did you like it, Kenney?"
"Boy! did I? It was great! Sure beats jerking off any day."
"How many times did you do it to her?"
"Twice," her brother said. "The first time, Julie fucked me on top, but later she crawled under me and showed me how."
"Only twice?" Mark sneered. "Hell, I've fucked her more times than I can count on my fingers."
"Bullshit!" Kenney snorted.
"Well, I have!" Mark said almost angrily. "I fucked her the day after she came home from college, and every day since-except today."
"Gosh!" Kenney's eyes became wide. "I've got to catch up."
"You think she'll let you do it again?"
"Sure," Kenney bragged. "My sister is the best sister in the world! She likes me, and she'll let me fuck her anytime I want."
"I wish I had a sister," Mark said. "I mean, a sister just like Julie."
"Yeah," Kenney said smugly. "But I'll tell you what? You're my best pal, Mark. Hell, I'll let you fuck my sister any time you want."
Julie was almost doubled up with stifled laughter by now. Her sides hurt from holding it in so long, and she was afraid she would let go anytime. She was amused at the way they discussed her, passing her about as if she were a toy to be shared. Not only was she amused, but she was becoming aroused, just listening to them.
As she listened to their conversation, she began peeling out of her clothes, dropping them to the floor of the hallway. Her eyes were gleaming with merriment, her breasts swollen, pussy twitching crazily. After she was naked, she stood for a moment, then stepped boldly into the living room.
"Ta-ta!" she said, throwing her arms wide and arching her pelvis forward.
Both boys jumped in surprise.
Julie stood ten feet away, her legs slightly, parted, arms out wide as though she was preparing to take a bow, breasts riding high on her chest, pelvis jutting forward.
"Gosh!" Kenney gulped, looking directly between her legs.
"Golly!" Mark swallowed hard, his eyes on her breasts.
"Okay, you two horny studs," Julie said, wiggling her hips. "I've heard enough. How long have you two been talking about me?"
"Hell, Julie ... " Kenney started, but his voice trailed off.
She moved closer to them, standing above the sitting boys, legs wide. She pulled at the lips of her cunt, exposing her clitoris. Then, with a soft giggle, she arched her pussy over Mark's face. "Kiss the pretty cunt, Mark," she said. And her pussy rammed into his upturned face.
Kenney stared in amazement as his sister ground. her crotch into Mark's face, her ass tightening and loosening. He was not so much surprised that Julie did this, but that Mark was kissing like mad at her pussy.
Julie pulled away. "That's enough for now." She turned to her brother. "Your turn, honey."
Kenney felt his sister's twat press into his face, and before he knew it, he was kissing-with just as much eagerness as his friend had done. He ran his hands up the backs of Julie's thighs, grabbed her ass tight, and shot his tongue up her snatch.
"Hey now," Julie gurgled with pleasure, writhing into his face. "I didn't know you ate pussy before, little brother."
"Hmmph!" Kenney mumbled, his tongue diving fast.
Julie pulled away, swaying her naked hips and fondling herself. "You two better get out of those clothes, or I'll have to finger-fuck myself. A girl can't do much when a fella has his clothes on, can she?"
Both boys began to scramble out of their clothes, hurriedly pulling at buttons and zippers. Their eyes burned on Julie's-naked body as she swayed her hips lewdly at them, her fingers toying about her pussy. Both boys, she saw as their pants dropped away, had beautiful hard cocks.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, her eyes gazing steadily from one to the other. "I love those things!"
"Who's first, Julie?" Kenney asked in a thick voice, grabbing and squeezing his prick.
"Well, now ... " she pretended to be undecided. "Let me see."
"Me!" Mark yelped.
"No, me!" Kenney groaned.
Julie giggled. "You two better slow down. You'll be coming all over the flicking floor if you don't take it easy."
"Come on, Julie!" Kenney yelled. "You're my sister! Let me be first."
"You boys are awfully anxious, aren't you?" she laughed huskily at them. "What would you say if I told you neither of you are going to be first?"
"Hey!" Mark protested.
"You're not going to let us fuck you, Julie?" Kenney asked, bewildered. "Why did you come out here naked for, tell us to take our clothes off if you weren't going to let us fuck you?"
"You're full of questions," Julie giggled, rolling her hips at them. "I bet you're full of come, too."
"Christ!" Mark grunted. "My balls are about to bust!"
"Mine, too!"
"You both are going to be first!" Julie said.
Both boys looked puzzled. "How? We can't stick both our cocks in your cunt, Julie," Kenney said.
"I'll show you," she said, dropping to her knees. "Kenney, you lie down on the floor. No," she said as he lay face down, "on your back, silly. How do you expect to get that cock in me that way?"
He turned over, his cock jerking about in the air. His eyes were huge as his sister straddled him, then squatted. Mark raced around so he could peer between them, watching as Julie's pussy sucked in the throbbing prick of her brother. Julie squirmed down on Kenney's cock tightly, thrilled by the stuffy sensation of him inside her, his balls against her ass.
"Now listen carefully," she said, wiggling her pussy back and forth on him. "If you don't do it-the way I tell you, this won't work. Now I'm going to lie down on top of you, Kenney, with my knees drawn up like this." She pulled her knees up, her heels at his hips. "Now your cock is in me, and you've got room to move up and down, don't you?"
Kenney made a few tentative movements, a wide grin spreading over his face as the friction created intense pleasure in his groin. "Yeah, yeah!"
"Good," Julie said. "You'll have to have room enough to fuck me." Still straddling her brother, she looked up at Mark, who was leaning over to peer between their bodies, pumping on his cock swiftly.
Kenney pumped his prick in and out of his sister's cunt faster.
"Stop it, Kenney," she said. "You're getting too excited. You've got to wait a minute. Now stop fucking me for a minute, will you?"
When Kenney reluctantly slowed his thrusting motions, she looked up at Mark again. "Get behind me, Mark," she said, her voice becoming very thick now. "Kneel down behind my ass and poke your cock up my asshole."
His eyes widened.
"You heard me!" she squealed, wiggling her cunt on her brother's cock. "You've fucked me in the ass before-you know what to do. Come on, hurry up before this brother of mine ruins it!" To Kenney she repeated. "Stop it, Kenney! Goddamn it, do you want to come before we get started?"
"I am started!" he croaked, but stopped his energetic lunges.
Mark had moved behind Julie's body. Dropping to his knees, he could see the warm parting of her ass-cheeks, and just below her tiny, inviting asshole, the stretched lips of her cunt, now gripping the swollen cock of Kenney. It was not only exciting to see that, but highly stimulating. He couldn't resist leaning down and giving this phenomenon a closer look.
Julie's ass trembled, he saw, the asshole winking. The hairy lips of her cunt seemed quite puffy, as though swollen in desire. Kenney's cock throbbed visibly, a small pulse beating along the side of it. Below the base of his prick, Kenney's balls were extremely tight, drawn up into his crotch as though trying to conceal themselves.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Julie whimpered, writhing her naked ass. "I'm not putting on a show for you, goddamn it! You can look later, but right now ... get that goddamn cock up my asshole!"
Mark hurried to obey her shouted command. As much as he wanted to watch what was happening there between her legs, his cock was straining wildly, and he knew he would come soon. Lifting himself to his knees, he pressed his cock downward so the smooth head was level with her clenched asshole. Brushing the tip at the pink opening, it seemed he could feel the searing heat of Julie's body, all of it centered right there.
He pressed gently, the way she had taught him a few days before. The pucker of her ass depressed slightly, but his cock couldn't seem to effect an entrance. He pushed a bit harder.
Julie felt the pressure, and wanted to ram her ass backward against his cock, but knew that if she did, so would her pussy grip on her brother's cock. And she certainly didn't want to do that. It might be difficult to get it back inside her, being in the middle of this sandwich of flesh.
"Push hard!" she screamed at him, her head held high, eyes wide. "Push into me harder! It will go ... push!"
Mark shoved, grunted, and shoved harder still.
Julie felt the head of his cock pop through. "Ohhhhhh!" she yelped as Mark thrust into her asshole deeply. "There! You're in!"
For a while, she allowed the dizzying sensations to flow like burning oil through her body. She could feel both those wonderful things penetrating her. down there, and it was unlike any sensation ever. Both holes seemed stretched and stuffed to capacity, and she could feel the beating pulsations of each cock.
Then Kenney began to thrust slowly, experimentally. "Hey, I can feel your cock in there, Mark!" he gasped.
"Yours, too!" Mark grunted, moving his cock slowly back and forth into Julie's tight asshole. "I feel yours, too!"
Julie made one attempt to move with them, but gave it up when she discovered one or the other cock might slip free. If she lifted her ass onto Mark's cock, her brother's seemed to be moving out, and if she slammed down onto Kenney's prick, then Mark wanted to pull free.
"I can't fuck with you!" she yelped. "If I move, I might lose a cock! You two are going to have to fuck me! Go on, fuck me! Both of you, ram it to me! Oh ... oh ... oh! Wow! Two cocks in me ... two! Oh God ... fuck me! Fuck my cunt ... fuck my asshole!"
At first, the two boys couldn't coordinate their movements. But after a few experimental tries, they found a rhythm that complimented one another. At first, they would drive into her body at the same time, withdrawing together. This went on for a few minutes, with Julie gasping and squealing in delight between them, her body shaking and shuddering with ecstasy.
She felt as if she were being pummeled by them, beaten and bruised, and it was fantastic! She encouraged them with words as they banged against her trembling, naked body. "Fuck me! Fuck the piss out of me, Kenney! Mark ... Mark, ram my asshole! Ohhhh ... Oooooo, lovely! So fucking lovely! Fuck me, both of you! Fuck me good ... fuck me hard!"
The two young boys lost their rhythm for a moment, but found another one that sent Julie soaring. When Kenney was stabbing hard into her pussy from below, sending rippling pleasure through her, Mark would be withdrawing from behind her, keeping that sensation a constant flow in her nerves.
"Ooooo," she crooned, her eyes rolling, her lips lax. "Ahhhhh, good!"
"Unh ... unh!" Kenney grunted, hot breath fanning over her swinging breasts.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" Mark moaned from behind her, his hands reaching down as he leaned to cup and twist her jiggling breasts.
Julie never felt so stuffed with cock in her life. She was, once more, experiencing something new, and it was so terrific, she determined to get with two boys again and again.
Mark and Kenney beat hard at her body, slamming against her pelvis and the cheeks of her shaking ass. Mark seemed to be trying to twist and pull her breasts from her body. But Julie didn't care. They could do anything they wanted with her at that moment, as long as they kept those sweet, hard pricks gliding in and out of her double holes. The only thing missing, her mind flared, was a cock fucking into her mouth. Since there were none, she smashed her lips down on her brother's, sucking his tongue far into her mouth. She sucked up and down on his tongue as though, it were a cock, her own tongue fighting it. She mewled in mindless ecstasy, whimpered softly, sobbed with choking breath. Her mind seemed to be outside her naked, pummeled body, standing and watching the pleasure her body was receiving.
She felt the exquisite feeling of her orgasm beginning, and it caused her to mewl with soft delight. "Ohhhh, I feel it starting!" she sobbed. "I'm going to come soon! Ohhhh, God ... will I come! I'm going to come like never before! Pump in me, both of you! Harder ... faster! Fuck me fast now! Ohhhh, almost. almost there! Come ... come! Ahhhh Ooooo!"
Her naked body shivered violently between the two jerking boys, and a long wail burst from her mouth as she came. A tremor started somewhere in her mid-section, flowed outward in all directions, racing to her toes and her head at the same time. Her toes curled and her hands clawed at the carpet as she screamed in agonized ecstasy, her body feeling shattered.
Julie experienced such a powerful climax, she had no knowledge of Mark and Kenney spewing thick semen into her pussy and asshole. As much as she enjoyed the sensation of a boy coming in her body, she was too wrapped up in her own orgasm to notice it now.
Although she had not lost consciousness, she did not know when both boys pulled limp and drained cocks from her body. She sprawled on the floor, stretched out on her back, legs and arms thrown wide, her perky breasts heaving up and down as she continued to pant. Both boys sat in exhaustion on each side of her, shoulders slumped and hands hanging loosely at their sides.
She smiled at them, a slow, languid kind of smile, her eyes misty, but gleaming happily, showing her fulfillment. "Ohhh, that was terrific!" she said, another shiver rippling the smooth flesh of her body. "Oh, God! I thought I would never stop coming."
Tired grins greeted her. Both boys were so tired they couldn't even nod their heads in agreement. Julie looked at their cocks, turning her head from side to side. Both were shriveled up now, slightly red in color. "They're so sweet," she murmured, reaching out to each boy and stroking them on the cock very tenderly.
Five minutes later, fully recovered, Julie brought them cokes from the kitchen, and they sat on-the floor in a circle, drinking them. Since there wasn't much use in dressing, they remained naked, their legs crossed before them. Julie was sure semen was dripping from her cunt and asshole, but when the boys looked, she wasn't.
"I'm full of come," she giggled, setting her empty bottle aside. "You two studs must have shot a month of come up my ass and pussy."
"You aren't sore, are you, Julie?" Kenney asked.
"Sore? Me?" she bubbled with laugher. "Of course not! It would take more than those two little things to make me sore."
"They weren't so little before," Mark said. "You seemed to think we had nice cocks."
"Oh, you do," Julie said quickly. "They're very sweet cocks."
Kenney pinched his sister's nipple. She squealed in mock pain and shoved his hand away. Mark grabbed her other breast, and then they were rolling and wrestling over the floor, legs and arms flying. Julie laughed and giggled as they tickled her, poked fingers into her pussy and asshole. She grabbed for dangling cocks and pulled, sticking her thumb into whatever asshole she came into contact with, making the boys yelp in surprise.
Tired from the playful wrestling, they lay on the floor and rested. Finally Julie asked: "You two hungry?"
"No," they replied.
"You've got to keep up your strength," she said with a lewd grin. "If you don't, how am I going to get laid? Soft peter doesn't appeal to me at all. Besides, they're hard to stuff in my pussy."
"You can always suck it!" Kenney said.
"I could, couldn't I?" Julie agreed. "Are you suggesting something, little brother?"
"Suggesting, my ass!" he said. "I'm asking."
"Asking what?" she teased.
"Asking you to suck my cock, Julie."
"That thing?" she giggled. "You've had that in my cunt. I can see the juice on it."
"So what?"
"Hmmmm, you have a point there," she said. "Okay, but I'll suck both of you, how's that?"
"Both? Aw, you can't suck two cocks," Mark said.
"Not at the same time, maybe," Julie replied, "but I can take turns, can't I?"
With giggles, the boys stretched out on the floor at her directions. Julie moved between them, sitting there on her heels for a moment, knees apart so they could look up her thighs. Taking a cock in each hand, she stroked up and down on the wiggly things. She caressed their balls, traced a finger underneath and along the creases of their asses, making the boys writhe in pleasure. She stroked their balls and cocks until each had achieved a semi-hard-on. She compared the two. There wasn't much difference, really. Kenney's prick was a bit thicker, had a larger head on it, and his balls were smaller. Mark's cock was maybe a half inch longer, but not as thick, and the head of his prick was smaller. His balls were hairier and larger than her brother's, too. Oddly enough, each had a large vein running along the right side. She had never noticed the vein on a cock that closely before, and wondered vaguely if all cocks had it on the right side. It was something for her to find out later.
With her fingers wrapped tight about both pricks, she pulled, stretching them until the boys yelped at her. "That's not a rubber band, Julie!" Kenney squealed.
She giggled and pumped her fists up and down, watching both swell and stretch under manipulations. Soon she had the boys hard and throbbing, writhing beneath her pumping hands.
"Now, that's the way cocks should be," she said, satisfied with her handwork. "Always hard and ready for a girl."
She leaned over, her mouth hovering above her brother's prick. She blew hot air over the smooth head, making Kenney squirm. With the tip of her tongue, she tickled the piss hole, looking up at his face, watching it contort in pleasure.
Twisting, she repeated her tongue-tickle on Mark's cock. Both boys had their arms beneath their heads holding them up so they could observe Julie. Her fine, sugary breasts dangled as she licked easily, the nipples rigid, as they always were.
She licked into Mark's balls, sucking them into her hot, wet mouth. She ran her tongue about the sensitive orbs as she sucked them gently, then turned to her brother. She did the same to him, her hands still stroking up and down each cock. Her tongue flattened on Kenney's prick and she licked up to the smooth head, sucked at his piss hole a couple of times, then returned to Mark. Each maneuver was repeated on each cock and balls. Her breath was hot on their flesh, and her eyes were glassy, her coppery hair brushing like cob webs on their thighs and stomachs. The boys trembled with anticipation, but didn't want her to stop this teasing. When she licked across the very sensitive heads of their cocks, they would grunt and moan, but never once asked her to hurry up and suck them off. Julie would have taken her time, anyway, and they knew it.
After ten minutes of this oral play, Julie became excited. She ovaled her lips and shot her mouth down onto Mark's cock, sucking it fully into her mouth until the head banged at her throat. She bobbed her face up and down on his prick a few times, and turned to suck up Kenney's. Her hot mouth was slippery and wet, her lips puffy and tight, her tongue fluttering wildly. She could feel the boys shaking beneath her face, and as she sucked on the cocks in turn, she fondled their balls, tugging and pulling, but gently now. From one to the other she went, mewling and cooing with delight.
Her lips stretched over the cocks, sucking each in turn far into her mouth. She sucked upwards, letting her lips slip free with a moist, audible suctioning sound, a sound that further inflamed the boys. Julie did not want them to come too fast. She wanted to keep them nice and hard, so she could suck longer. But she couldn't control herself after about five minutes. She became so excited her mouth was almost flying in blinding speed up and down each cock as she twisted quickly from one to the other.
Her hot mouth, her tongue, her speed, was too much for the boys. They began to pump up and down into her mouth and hand.
Julie was sucking furiously on Kenney's prick when he came.
"Ahhhhh!" he grunted, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth as he spurted.
Julie felt and tasted the thick semen splash against her tongue, coating it with squirt after squirt. She swallowed quickly, wantonly, gulping in soft sounds as her lips raced up and down. Kenney ejaculated so copiously, semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down the sides of his cock and smearing her chin. As she sucked and swallowed her brother's semen, her hand was pumping wildly on Mark's throbbing prick.
"I can't wait!" Mark shouted. "I'm about to come!"
Julie quickly sucked up her brother's cock, leaving it. A last spurt of his semen splashed on her cheek, but she didn't mind. Her mouth closed over Mark's straining prick just as he discharged, and she swallowed as her mouth was going down on him. She grabbed her brother's deflating prick and pumped furiously on it as she sucked Mark's spurting cock, making incoherent sounds of delight in her throat.
She sucked up the last drop of Mark's semen, ran her tongue over the piss hole, then pulled free and sat on her heels, grinning broadly at the two gasping boys. She wiped her hand over her mouth and cheek. "Was I good?" she asked.
"Oh, shit!" Kenney mumbled weakly. "I'll never get another fucking hard-on!"
"I thought you were going to suck my cock right off, Julie!" Mark grunted, feeling his balls and cock tenderly. "I'm sore."
She giggled at them, and began to caress her moist pussy openly. "I guess I'll have to finger-fuck myself, then."
And she proceeded to do just that.
Chapter Ten
Julie and Kenney were still asleep when Barbara crawled out of bed on Sunday morning. She had a slight headache from indulging too much the night before, and she felt very frustrated. Her date, as before, proved to be ineffectual with her, and the date had ended in an argument.
She showered and swallowed three aspirins with cold water. Food didn't appeal to her at the moment, so she sat in the dining room drinking coffee and smoking. The living room had been a mess when she came in last night. A lamp had been broken and an ashtray overturned. There were some suspicious spots on the carpet and couch, too. It was obvious to Barbara that Julie and Kenney had fucked wildly while she was out.
She tried to convince herself to become mad at them, but it was no use. No matter what society said about a brother fucking his sister, Barbara couldn't bring herself to condemn her children. Neither could she condemn herself for her own incestuous lesbian activities with Julie. In fact, after the mess of the night with her date, Barbara wanted another session with her daughter. Whether she was becoming a lesbian or not, Barbara knew Julie had been right about a person needing sexual satisfaction as much as she required food. Did it really matter how that gratification was achieved? she thought. Using her fingers and hands somehow seemed more depraved than having another female kiss and lick her cunt.
Masturbation was such a solitary, lonely act, she felt. Barbara never felt the excitement she needed during masturbation. The excitement, she decided, was having another person involved with her.
She poured another cup of coffee and lit another cigarette. Her headache was going away now, and she began to feel much better.
Masturbation, she continued thinking, was almost cold, dehumanizing. Even if it was her own body, to do as she pleased with, a woman wasn't meant to go through life seeking sexual gratification by the manipulations of her pussy by her own hands. There were some men and women, she felt, who preferred their own hands for orgasm, but they must be few and far between. What enjoyment, what thrill, could they possibly realize that way? Even if someone were simply there to watch, it was better than nothing. Being watched at least helped keep that good, warm sensation smoldering.
All her life, Barbara had found sexual satisfaction by her own hand, until she married. Then, although her sex life hadn't been anything to really brag about, it was good most of the time. Even when her husband was with her, she had found it necessary at times to masturbate. She would dream up fantasies of her husband observing her in the act, and it would create more pleasure for her. But Barbara never had the nerve to tell him of her day-dreams. Her husband had been a satisfactory lover in many respects, but he had failed her many times, too.
But Julie had not failed her, she thought with a soft smile, as she remembered the day before. Maybe, she thought, it was the forbidden aspect of lesbianism and incest. Of course, that would add to her pleasure, she decided. One thing about it, Julie certainly wasn't worried. She was a fantastic girl, warm and loving and eager to please, and so uninhibited. Barbara wanted very much to be like her daughter, free and easy and wild. Wearing her clothing had given her a new feeling, a new freedom. Men had turned to look at her in the club, and she had enjoyed that.
Barbara slipped her right hand inside the folds of her dressing gown, cupping and molding her breast as she thought. The cigarette was forgotten in the ashtray, as was her coffee now. Her nipples were very hard, and she could feel the lips of her pussy swelling inside her panties. She twisted her ass against the chair as a tingle of pleasure stabbed into her cunt. She gave some serious consideration to masturbating there at the dining room table, but discarded the idea as another flared in her mind.
Julie, she was sure, would be willing-more than willing-to help her out.
The wait would make it so much sweeter, she felt. The feeling between her thighs would stay, probably even grow better, as time passed until she could get her daughter alone. Idly fondling her breasts, she smiled to herself as she remembered what it had been like, her face between those creamy thighs, tasting that delicious moisture of Julie's cunt. It seemed to Barbara that she could still feel the slight tickle of Julie's pussy hairs against her lips and cheeks.
Her clitoris lurched as she remembered the sensation of having Julie suck on it. A soft moan bubbled from her mouth. Barbara licked her lips sensuously and squeezed her resilient breast. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, making the feeling grow.
Eventually, she stood up and went back to her bedroom. She removed her dressing gown and padded about nakedly, the door wide open. Strangely enough, she never once thought of Kenney, only Julie. She rummaged about drawers and her closet, seeking something to wear. Usually, a housedress was sufficient, but today she wanted something sexy, something that would make her pretty and alluring.
Barbara went about choosing her clothing as if she were preparing for a date with a valued lover.
Going by instinct, she pulled sheer nylons over her creamy legs and thighs, using a black garter belt to strap them up. Giggling like a high school girl, she decided not to wear panties or a bra. Search as she did, her clothing wouldn't do. There was one dress, a body-hugging sheath with a black and white checked pattern, that might do. She pulled it from the closet and located a needle and thread.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, Barbara began to hem the skirt of the dress. After she finished, she held it before her, looking into the mirror. The bottom of the dress came just below her crotch. Giggling again, she slipped it over her head and smoothed it down after zipping up the back.
Again she examined her reflection.
With the dress on, the hem was shorter than it had looked. In fact, every inch of her lovely slim thighs were exposed, including the creamy flesh above the tops of her nylons. There was about an inch of naked flesh there, she saw. She started to remove the dress so she could lower the hem about two inches, then inspiration came to her.
"Why do that?" she whispered aloud. Julie, she thought, couldn't possibly misunderstand when she saw her.
Turning her back, Barbara twisted her head and looked into the mirror. The dress barely covered her ass, she noticed. Bending slightly, she saw the creamy swell of her buttocks revealed. With only a slight bend, her ass could be seen. Facing the mirror again, Barbara placed her hands on her ass and leaned backwards, watching the hem of her tight dress lift. The very bottom of her coppery cunt hair came into view.
Feeling deliciously shameless, she decided to wear the body-hugging dress as it was. She felt quite wanton, and very, very sexy. Indeed, she looked sexy. She looked like a very beautiful woman who was so sensuous, so ravishing, anyone couldn't fail to notice. She thought the white flesh above her sheer nylons gave her a cheap appearance, but shrugged it off. Turning from the mirror, she applied a light coat of red lipstick to her full, moist lips. With a dab of eye shadow, she looked radiant. She felt radiant.
Slipping into a pair of heels, she thought her legs and thighs quite becoming. Walking back and forth before the mirror, she was pleased with the effect. Her thighs rippled and her ass-cheeks bobbled sweetly. Her long hair swung free, gleaming from the brushing.
"Ravishing," came the voice from her open door.
Barbara turned and saw Julie standing there, a wide smile on her face.
"Like me?" Barbara said, laughing softly as she turned about slowly. "You don't think I've shortened the dress too much, do you, darling?"
Julie cocked her head, a finger on her chin. "Well, if you were going out, I'd say yes. But if you're staying in the house, I'd say no."
"Meaning?"
"You'd be arrested if you wore that outside," Julie replied. "But here, in the house, you're just asking to be raped."
"Girls can't rape another girl," Barbara laughed.
"Want to bet on that, mother?" Julie smiled, sticking her tongue out and wiggling it meaningfully.
She moved into her mother's room, dressed in a flowing; almost transparent gown. She gazed at her mother, liking the effect. "I'd say you were absolutely beautiful, mother. In fact, I'd say you looked extremely sexy, like a woman who has all intentions of getting fucked."
"Or licked?"
"Or licked," Julie grinned.
Barbara pranced before her daughter, swaying her ass suggestively.
"What do you intend to do when Kenney sees you, mother?" Julie asked, amused.
"Oh, my God!" Barbara stopped prancing, clutching her throat. "I had forgotten about him!"
"Obviously," Julie laughed softly.
"Well, that settles that, I suppose," Barbara said, starting to unzip the dress.
"Wait, mother," Julie said softly. "You dressed this way because of last night, right?"
"Yes," Barbara grimaced. "It didn't work out again. He's just not much of a fucker."
"You did this to entice me, didn't you?"
"Well, yes," Barbara confessed. "I did. I thought about it and remembered yesterday and felt that ... well, I thought you might ..."
"You thought I'd suck your cunt again, didn't you?"
"Well, yes. I mean, I was hoping you would." Julie laughed with pleasure. "All you have to do is ask, mother. No need to go to all this trouble, you know."
"I wanted to look pretty, alluring," Barbara said. "No, not alluring-just plain sexy, wanton."
"You do," Julie giggled. "But you have always looked that way, mother."
"I have?"
"Of course," Julie said. "You just needed a new wardrobe, that's all. Shit, you're still lovely, still young. Different clothes and you're extremely beautiful."
"I didn't realize," Barbara said.
"Of course not. You've been involved in other things, not thinking, that's all. But changes are being made, right?"
"Right!"
Julie hugged her mother tight, then kissed her lips. "You just keep that dress on the way it is. So what if Kenney sees you? Why, you'll make him come all over himself!"
"I would?"
"Hell, yes! Just looking at you makes me want to come, too."
"But ... but Kenney?"
"Why riot, mother?" Julie grinned wickedly. "Would it be any different than you and me?"
"Well, I-"
"He's good, mother," Julie said softly. "Kenney is one of the best, and I've had the best. He may be awfully young, but I can promise you one thing, that cock of his will sure make you come!"
"But, Julie ... I couldn't let my son fuck me!"
"Why not? After what you and I did? Come on, mother, don't start that shit again. You can't be such a hypocrite and eat it, too."
"But that's ... that's-"
"It wouldn't be any different than you and me licking each other, and you damn well know it, mother. Eating pussy is great, as you and I both discovered yesterday, but a tongue can't ever replace a beautiful, hard cock."
"I couldn't just waltz my ass up to him and say come on, honey, fuck mother. I'd die of embarrassment. Especially if he turned me down."
"He won't," Julie said, grinning and caressing her mother's ass. "I can promise that. Kenney is one horny little bastard."
"I gathered that from the condition of the living room," Barbara said. "You two must have gone wild."
"We did," Julie said. "I'll help you clean the mess up, though."
"Where's Kenney now?"
"Still asleep," Julie said as they left Barbara's bedroom. "After the way I took care of him last night, he should sleep all day."
"I hope not!" Barbara giggled, slapping Julie on the ass.
"Now you're getting with it, mother," Julie laughed, wagging her ass against Barbara's hand.
They worked together cleaning up the house. There was a great deal of horseplay between them. Julie would catch her mother bending over at some chore, and goose her with a finger or thumb, bringing peals of laughter from Barbara. Now and then, Barbara would take a swipe at Julie's body, grabbing a breast or copping a feel of her cunt.
It was almost noon before Kenney woke up. Neither Barbara nor Julie knew he was awake. They had ceased the horseplay and were working in earnest now.
Kenney came down the hall in a pair of jeans, naked from the waist up. He had finished his usual morning shower, and his hair was still damp. He rounded the hall and stopped, his eyes gaping.
Julie was doing something with the records, and her dressing gown hung open, her lovely, flawless breasts swaying sweetly. But that wasn't what he was gaping at. His mother was across the room, bending over slightly and brushing wax on the end table next to the couch.
He saw the sheer nylons, the creamy flesh just above them, and there were the sugary curves of her ass. He could only see the very bottom of his mother's ass, but what he could see was delicious. His cock responded to the sight, swelling inside his jeans. He stood frozen where he was, his eyes gazing at the shapely bottom of Barbara. The curvy undersides of her ass were exposed maybe two inches, and she had her legs apart. There was just the hint of her dark cunt hair, a tuft that was thick and soft looking.
Kenney had never seen his mother this way before. - He had always seen her simply as his mother, a woman who cooked his meals and cleaned his room when it became too messy. He had never seen her expose any part of her body at all; had never seen her come from her room other than fully dressed.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat.
Julie looked up, flashing her brother a smile. Barbara, still bending over, froze suddenly, unable to move, her heart pounding. A slight flush warmed her cheeks. Finally, feeling almost embarrassed, she straightened and turned. She looked directly at Kenney, who was openly admiring her thighs. The first thing Barbara noticed about her son was the swelling lump in the front of his jeans. The second thing she noticed was the intensity of his eyes.
All embarrassment left her.
She gave a low, soft laugh. "Hungry, darling?" she asked softly.
"Wow!" Kenney croaked.
Julie giggled. "I told you, mother."
Barbara grinned at Julie broadly. "You were right, dear."
Kenney's eyes went from Julie to Barbara. Julie's dressing gown hung at each side of her jutting breasts, her stomach and pussy showing. His cock lurched in the tightness of his jeans. "Hungry?" he croaked. "Me? Hungry?"
"I think you better have steak and potatoes, Kenney," Julie said. "Come on, I'll fix you some breakfast."
She moved to her brother and took his hand, leading him into the kitchen. Kenney kept twisting his neck, looking at his mother standing there, smiling warmly at him. "Gosh!"
"Makes your cock hard, doesn't it, little brother?" Julie laughed, shoving, him into the breakfast nook. "Well, you just forget about pussy and eat breakfast. I have a hunch you're going to need a lot of strength today."
"You mean Mom is-"
"That's what she means, darling," Barbara came into the kitchen and scooted into the nook beside him. "Do you mind?"
"Mind? Me? Mind?"
Barbara kissed his cheek, patting him on his thigh under the table. "I know all about you and Julie, darling," she said. "I heard you the first night."
"You did?"
"I did."
"And you want me to-"
"Fuck me," she finished for him.
Kenney's eyes bulged. Barbara laughed, patting his thigh again, her hand higher. "Wouldn't you like to, Kenney?"
"Gosh! I ... I ... "
Julie placed a platter of eggs and ham before her brother, with a huge glass of milk. "Eat, little brother."
Despite his excitement, Kenney was famished. He cleaned up the platter, drained the milk. His mother kept her hand on his thigh, her fingers caressing in between them, very high up. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he was ready for whatever it was.
Barbara was pleased by her son's response to her, and she slipped her hand up his thigh when he finished eating. Kenney gasped loudly as she cupped his crotch, squeezing gently.
"I like that," Barbara whispered softly, tracing the outline of his cock inside the tight jeans. "You're so hard!"
Barbara's fingers tugged at the zipper, drawing it down. Her hand sneaked into the open fly, found his throbbing prick, and pulled it free. She gripped it tightly, pumping up and down. "I don't know if I can wait very long," she murmured thickly.
"Then why wait?" Julie giggled, caressing her exposed breasts.
"You're right," Barbara said, slipping from the booth. "Come on, darling, let's go fuck."
Kenney slipped from the booth, his cock standing out harder than ever, dripping from the flaring piss hole. Barbara looked at it, grinning broadly. "My, that's bigger than I suspected it would be."
"It will stretch your cunt nicely, mother," Julie said, following them to the living room.
"Shouldn't we shut and lock the doors?" Barbara asked. "I mean, someone might drop in."
"I'll do it," Julie said, going to the door and placing the night chain on. "You two get on with it. I'll watch and wait my turn."
Barbara helped her son out of his jeans, paying him compliments about the size and hardness of his cock and full balls. Her excitement was leaping about wildly, her eyes almost glassy with passion. He stood before them, naked, proud in his virility. Julie slipped her dressing gown from her shoulders, saying: "I want to be ready." She was, of course, naked beneath it.
Barbara took Kenney's cock in her fist and jerked it, testing the firmness of him. She brushed her thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the juices that seeped forth.
"Suck him, mother," Julie whispered thickly, watching with glowing eyes. "Suck his cock off!"
"Yes!" Barbara murmured throatily, dropping to her knees. "Oh, my ... yes!"
Her mouth parted and she gobbled the full length of his cock into her mouth, placing her hands on his shaking hips, sucking furiously. Kenney had the sensation that his mother was devouring his prick, swallowing it down into her stomach.
He felt his sister behind him, and then her mouth was at his ass-cheeks, kissing and licking hotly. Her hands were on his waist, and she slipped one in between his thighs, grabbing his balls while Barbara sucked greedily at his cock. He felt his sister's tongue run into the crack of his ass, then it was licking about his tight, flexing asshole. He had to brace himself some way, his legs were trembling so badly. He placed his hands on top of his mother's head, and this seemed to encourage Barbara to even further efforts.
She made a great deal of noise as she sucked his cock, her tongue, everywhere at the same time, her lips burning his flesh. Behind him, Julie was trying hard to worm her tongue up his asshole, but it was difficult from his position. He leaned slightly, but not so that his cock was out of his mother's mouth. Julie moaned her approval, and her tongue shot up his asshole, thrusting wickedly as she tugged and rolled his balls about in her hand.
Barbara, sucking insanely, slipped her hands to his ass-cheeks, pulling them wide apart for Julie.
"Oh ... oh, oh, oh!" Kenney groaned as the sensations threatened to blow him apart. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!"
Barbara gurgled around his cock, her tongue licking the piss hole, only to race her lips back down until her nose and chin were in his hair. Julie fucked him up the asshole with her tongue, mewling in passion.
"Ah ... ahhhhh!" Kenney moaned, his eyes closed tight, his bottom lip bitten between his teeth. "Ohhhh, suck me! Goddamn ... shit ... piss ... fuck! Suck my cock! Tongue my ass. hole! Ohhhh ... I don't ... know if I ... can ... stand ... it!"
Animal-like, Barbara sucked and licked, whimpering in mindless lust. It had been some time since she, had had a cock in her mouth, and she went after Kenney's prick like a starving woman. Her pussy was literally dripping, warm, slippery fluids running down her inner thighs.
Julie, knowing somewhat of her mother's passion, dropped her hand from Kenney's waist, but kept the other one tight on his balls. She reached down, past his legs, and began to rub and finger her mother's pussy. Barbara wiggled her hips in gratitude, sucking harder yet on Kenney's cock.
But Kenney couldn't hold out any longer.
"Ohhhhh!" he groaned loudly, and ejaculated.
"Mmmmm!" Barbara murmured as the semen flew from his cock. She gulped and sucked, swallowed quickly, diving her face up and down the length of the jerking prick. She gurgled with pleasure, feeling Julie's fingers sliding in and out of-her steaming pussy, her thumb pressing hard on the distended clitoris. Her still-dressed body shuddered violently as she came.
Both Barbara and Kenney felt tired when it was over, but Julie was still steaming. She wanted very much to get a mouth between her thighs. Kenney would not be able to achieve another hard-on for a while, she surmised. But, this was for Barbara right now, she felt, and shrugged her feelings off for the time being. She wanted her mother to enjoy this, knowing her time would come later on.
Both fondled and played with his genitals while he recovered, kissing and petting and stroking him. Kenney thought he was in heaven. He had requested to view his mother's body, and Barbara quickly removed her tight sheath. She left her nylons and garter belt on, and Kenney exclaimed with pleasure. He poked and prodded both Julie and Barbara, much to their delight. He kissed them on the ass and licked at their thighs. He sucked on swollen nipples and ran his tongue up into juicy cunt.
But it was only sex play between them now. They were exploring, becoming familiar with each other in this new relationship that had entered their family. There was no hesitation, no shame, no guilt.
A half hour later, Kenney's cock was standing rigid again.
"Fuck him, mother," Julie urged.
Kenney was sitting in the armchair by now, his prick standing rigidly. His mother and sister were the two most beautiful females in the world. At his age most girls were beautiful, but Barbara and Julie were special. Not because of their relationship, but because they were the ones who had provided him with his first sexual experiences. Boys have a tendency to look back on that special girl who introduced him to sex as being someone special-girls, too, for that matter, think of their first boy in the same light.
Although very young, Kenney knew he was luckier than most boys their first time. He had two girls, not one.
Kenney didn't know just how lucky he was, though. If he had succeeded in seducing a girl his age, the episode could very well have ended in disaster. The girl could have become injured, hated him every time she looked at him, or worse-for Kenney-he might have had problems with impotence in later life.
But his mother and sister, both extremely erotic females, were showing him how much fun sex could be. There was no sneaking around, no guilt complex to confuse him. It was all in the open, with a great deal of laughter and words of encouragement, of praise, for him. They made Kenney feel virile, proud of his-genitals and his abilities, of his erotism.
Barbara looked at her son with a broad smile on her lovely face. "Want to, baby?" she asked softly."
"Want to what, Mom?" he asked, his attention being elsewhere at the time, like gazing at the two naked beauties before him.
"Fuck me," Barbara asked. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh, boy! Yes!"
Barbara shivered with pleasure, laughing throatily. Julie was very pleased by the responses of her mother and brother. She had been constantly fondling herself, and she was in a highly aroused state. She was sitting on the couch across from Kenney, her heels hooked on the cushions and her knees wide apart, unabashedly fingering her moist pussy and caressing her breasts. Barbara, pleased by Kenney's appreciation of her naked loveliness, had been parading about the floor, positioning herself now and then to expose herself to his hot eyes.
"Let's do it in my bedroom," Barbara whispered huskily, running a hand up and down between her thighs. "We can be much more comfortable there."
Julie got to her feet, but her hand remained between her thighs. Barbara held her hand out for Kenney, who took it as he got up. Together, they walked to Barbara's bedroom, giggling and feeling one another.
"You must be terribly frustrated, Julie," Barbara said as Kenney crawled upon the bed and lay back on his rear, watching them. "I mean, after all, you haven't come, and both Kenney and I have."
"Don't worry about me, mother," Julie smiled. "This is all for you now. You need it a hell of a lot more than I do."
Barbara was grateful to Julie, of course, but she knew enough to know that when aroused, it could be quite painful for a person. Still, Julie wanted her to get fucked. Julie would wait. She turned to her son, her eyes falling immediately on his upstanding cock. She moved onto the bed with him, her fingers stroking and pulling.
Julie and Kenney watched as Barbara, facing her son, crawled atop him, her knees on each side of his hips. Eagerly, Barbara stuffed Kenney's cock deep into her pussy, moaning with pleasure as it entered the slippery interior. She sat atop him, writhing her crotch against his. Finally, she began to bounce up and down, and Kenney thrust with her.
Julie was bubbling with boiling excitement as she watched, her legs trembling, her finger dipping high into her own cunt. She knew it would be very hard for her to wait her turn, to wait until Kenney could achieve another hard-on, and although she could bring herself off easily enough with her fingers, Julie didn't want it this way-not now.
She stood at the edge of-the bed, watching her mother's pussy gobbling up and down on Kenney's cock, and with a cry, she jumped onto the bed with them. She squirmed over her brother's face, whimpering as she clawed at her pussy.
"Eat me, Kenney! God ... suck my pussy! Please ... lick my cunt, Kenney!"
She didn't wait for him to answer. Slamming her dripping pussy into his face, she twisted back and forth, rubbing the hairy slit against his mouth and nose. Barbara gazed down at Julie's twat, her eyes becoming wide in passion.
"Suck her, Kenney!" Barbara yelled, her naked ass dancing lewdly on his plunging prick. "Eat her cunt! Tongue-fuck Julie ... lick it ... suck it ... eat it!"
Kenney was having some problems breathing. He brought his hands up and placed them on his sister's hips, adjusting her on his face. Now, although his nose was almost in her asshole, he was able to breathe. Hungrily, he licked and sucked at her steaming snatch as he thrust his cock into Barbara's gyrating crotch.
"Ohhhh, this is ... is ... " Barbara whimpered loudly. "Ohhh, God! It's never felt like this in such a long time! Ahhhh, I've never felt so good! No one ... no one has fucked me so deliciously! Ohhh, Kenney, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Julie, twisting her pussy into Kenney's. face, reached out and began to play with Barbara's breasts, pulling and twisting the rigid nipples, cupping them and squeezing. Barbara reached for Julie, and began fondling the flawless breasts of her daughter. Both were whipping their naked asses on Kenney, one riding his cock, the other smearing his face. Their lips touched, and they began kissing furiously, pulling and manipulating each other's breasts.
Below the squirming, twisting females, Kenney was soaring. Every nerve in his naked body was taut, tingling. He wanted to come, wanted to come badly. But in just the past few days he had learned a lot from Julie. He had learned to control his discharge; not completely, but he was able to hold it back for a longer period of time. He was fighting now to keep from coming. His balls seemed very tight, and when his mother slammed her ass down, the smoothness of those fantastic globes brushed them.
Fortunately for him, he felt his mother's cunt convulse with powerful contractions, and he no longer had to struggle. He gushed semen far into her hot snatch as Barbara rode furiously atop him, mewling and whimpering as she came. His tongue stabbed deep into Julie's pussy, then thrashed at her inflamed clitoris. Things became wetter there, and it was obvious to him that his sister was coming, too. He fought to breathe, finding it hard at times because his nose seemed more in her asshole than not.
When Julie fell from him, gasping hard, he sucked in air.
His mother still straddled him, his cock still caught between the hairy lips of her spasming cunt. Barbara's head was thrown back, her eyes clenched as she grunted in the first orgasm produced in a long time by something other than her finger. The climax was long and drawn out, and Barbara felt as though she were torn apart by the violence of it, but it was so good, so delicious, so ecstatic. Her-body shuddered time and again, jerking as if her nerves had suddenly gone wild. Her blood flowed like a rampaging river, a river that suddenly exploded from a ruptured dam. She was a torrent of pleasure, squealing and yelping in ecstasy, clawing her breasts and pulling hard on the nipples. Her pussy was clamped tightly about Kenney's cock, her ass-hard against his balls, and she came and came and came.
Chapter Eleven
Sunday afternoon and night had been a wild one in the Kramer household.
Dinner had been forgotten completely. No one complained of hunger, but there had been much water and soft drinks consumed by all three. It seemed as though the sexual bouts dried them out, and they couldn't get enough liquids into their bodies.
Barbara was the happiest woman ever. After all the disappointments she had gone through with various men, she found her son to be a fantastic lover. He brought her off again and again with his hands and mouth, and once more by fucking her before he found himself with a limp cock that refused to swell. When that happened, he used his mouth and hands on Julie and Barbara, amazed that they could apparently keep up a continuous flow of orgasms without much effort.
On Monday, Julie found herself alone.
She woke up in mid-morning, feeling very refreshed and relaxed. She was a bit sore between her thighs, she discovered by gentle explorations, but it was good soreness. Her breasts looked a bit raw from all the sucking they had received, but even that was good. Probing delicately between the cheeks of her ass, she felt as if every finger in the world had been stuck into her asshole the night before.
Julie felt good, felt absolutely fabulous.
She showered and prepared herself a huge breakfast, then sat and drank cups of coffee laced with sugar, smoking quietly as she reviewed her short time at home. She-giggled softly, thinking it was going to be her best summer yet. If last night was any promise, she was in for one wild time.
During the day, she was surprised to find herself without the need to seek sexual contacts. She sang and danced about-the house, cleaning it spotlessly. She couldn't have been happier.
As she went about the task of cleaning, she thought of her trip home, of the skinny service station attendant who got his kicks by peeking at women in the restroom, grinning as she thought how she had given him one of his best thrills. It would have been interesting, though, to look on the wall of the tiny office, to see his semen splattered there.
She thought of the man in the cafe, the one who traded grass for pussy, then photographed his young girls as a means of insurance against their talking. She giggled at the thought of her own picture pasted next to the others, knowing she was by far the most beautiful and sexiest of all. Not the youngest, that was for sure, but the most beautiful, the most wanton.
And the man on the beach.
Julie laughed out loud. And she thought she had been such an experienced girl! Well, he had certainly taught her a few things, and she had brought her knowledge home and taught it to Mark, Kenney, and her mother. She laughed again as she saw, in her mind's eye, the flabby woman who had called her that old-fashioned name-Floozy. God, the woman was gross! How odd, she thought, that a man of his looks was married to such a woman, and such a sissy! Why, he was dominated by the enormous old bitch.
She thought of all the men she knew in that small town away from the college campus, the men she had spent a few hours with, or a night.
But mostly, Julie thought of Kenney and Barbara. She was not at all surprised by her mother's passion, by her quick acceptance of the incestuous relationship Julie had introduced. She felt it odd that she had not noticed this side of her mother before. But then, Julie had not known of her own passion until it had erupted.
You just never know about people, she told herself. All it takes is one little push, one little hint. How many people were walking around, their thoughts locked up inside their heads, unwilling, or unable, to talk about their most secret desires? Julie didn't know, but she did know about her own family, and that was all that mattered. She was happy, and she knew her mother and brother were happy with the situation, too.
Kenney and Barbara came home almost at the same time, she knew. So, that afternoon, Julie prepared a fabulous meal for them. Then, as the food cooked, she took a second shower and dressed. She located a short skirt that she had outgrown a few years before, and when she slipped it on, found that while standing straight, half her ass and pussy hair was exposed.
She was greeted with delight by both Kenney and Barbara when she met them at the door, wearing the skirt and nothing else.
"Well," Barbara grinned, "it looks as if you and I have our own topless waitress, Kenney."
"Yeah," he shot a peek under the short skirt, bottomless, too."
Julie served them, finding hands feeling up her dress as she did so. Then she sat and ate with them, her perky breasts naked above her plate. Julie was aware of the effect she had on them, and while they ate, events were discussed.
Everyone agreed they should keep their activities secret, and they also agreed it would be impossible to stop now. Barbara questioned her ability to control Kenney again, but he assured his mother he was very much aware of his young age and admitted wisely that he needed direction and discipline during growing years. He promised he would never become a problem for Barbara. The question of girls was raised, and Barbara reluctantly agreed that she could not hold him for herself forever, that he would seek out other girls and eventually marry.
"But I won't forget about you, Mom," he promised. "Sure, I'll have dates and things like that, get married someday, but hell, that don't mean I can't fuck you now and then, does it?"
She petted his cheek fondly. "Of course it doesn't, darling," she replied. "Who knows, maybe you'll be lucky to marry a girl as sexy as we are, one who will jump right in with us."
"Yeah," he laughed. "That's the kind of girl I want!"
"What about me?" Julie laughed with merriment. "Don't I get screwed, too?"
"Certainly," Kenney said in childish indignation. "You're my-sister, aren't you?"
"Suppose I get married?"
"Bring the bastard along," Kenney said, throwing out his chest. "I can share my pussy. I'm not stingy."
Barbara laughed, amused at them. "I can see this is going to be one fucking family! Good Lord ... I just hope things don't become too fucking crowded around here. We'd have to buy a bigger house, which means someone is either going to earn a lot of money, or marry into it."
They had finished eating, and decided dishes could wait until later, or even, as Julie said: "I'll do them tomorrow morning while you two are gone. I have to do something besides sit on my ass and diddle my cunt."
"I can stay home from school," Kenney said.
"You will like hell, you little motherfucker," Barbara said sternly, but smiled to take the sting from her words. "You're the one who promised not to make trouble for me. You do and I'll cut off your fucking, hear?"
"I hear," he said, grinning to show he was joking. "There's only this week left anyway. Then I have two weeks before summer school. That lasts only five weeks, which means the rest of the summer I'll be home. Boy, if Julie-comes home each summer from college, I'm going to work my ass off to keep good grades so I won't have to go to summer school."
"I'll promise to be here, but only if you make good grades, little brother."
"Promise."
The sound of the doorbell startled them all.
"Now who could that be?" Barbara asked.
"I'll get it, Mom," Kenney replied, scooting from his chair.
"Don't let them in here," Barbara said quickly, glancing at Julie. "Julie, maybe you better run to your room."
"Bullshit," Julie snorted. "I don't care who sees me like this."
Barbara started to exert her authority, but stopped, her eyes bulging and mouth dropping. "Kenney, I told you ..."
Her son was bringing Mark into the dining room.
"Hello, darling," Julie greeted the pop-eyed boy. "I was wondering when you'd visit again."
Barbara glanced from Mark to her daughter, confusion on her face. Julie saw and laughed. "Oh, don't worry, mother. Mark and I are old fucking buddies, aren't we, Mark?"
Mark was just as confused as Barbara. He tried to avert his eyes from Julie's naked breasts, but was having a difficult time of it.
"Julie, I thought we talked ...
But Julie interrupted her mother. "Mother, Mark is in on this secret of ours. I've fucked Kenney and Mark both before. He knows about it."
"He knows ... " Barbara was blushing slightly.
"Well, not about you," Julie said. "Only Kenney and me. But what the hell, didn't we just discuss boyfriends and girlfriends, even husbands and wives?"
"But, he's so ... I mean, I know his parents, Julie."
"I don't think Mark is the kind of boy who would talk, are you, Mark?"
He shook his head vigorously.
"Mark has admired me for a long time," Julie explained to Barbara. "I wasn't aware of it until I came home this summer. He and I had a nice drive and the poor boy was so excited. What was a girl to do? I couldn't let him suffer any longer, could I?"
Barbara looked at the nervous boy. For the first time, she saw him as a sexual person, not the boy she had watched grow up with her son. "Mark," she said softly, "you won't let things go any further than this house, will you? You won't let your parents know about ... about us?"
"Gosh, no, Mrs. Kramer!" Mark said. "I couldn't tell on you."
"How would you like to fuck my mother?" Kenney said boldly.
"Kenney!" Barbara gasped, crimson.
Julie laughed. "Oh, come on, mother. Don't be bashful. You know what Mark told me just the other day? He said you had a pretty ass. He likes to look at you when you wear shorts. Didn't you tell me that, Mark?"
The boy nodded his head, looking at Barbara from lowered eyes.
Barbara studied the boy for a long moment, then a grin spread over her face. "You really like my body, Mark? Do you really think I have a pretty ass?"
Mark nodded his head again, even more vigorously.
Kenney giggled. "You want to fuck her, Mark?"
"Kenney, you stop that this minute!" Barbara said. "Don't tease the boy. You aren't my pimp, you know. If he wants a piece of my ass, he'll ask for it. I'm sure he doesn't need any encouragement from you."
"Aw, Mom," Kenney said, shuffling his feet about.
"Mark," Barbara smiled warmly at the young boy, "would you enjoy fucking me?"
"Gosh, Mrs. Kramer!"
"Would you?"
"Oh, yes!"
Barbara laughed huskily as she stood up from the table. She stepped close to Mark, peering down into his eyes. "Yes, I think you would," she said softly. Boldly, she stroked his cock concealed beneath his jeans. "Why, you're getting a hard-on now! How marvelous!"
Mark stood nervously as Barbara unzipped his jeans and pulled his swelling prick free. She glanced down at it, exclaiming over it. She stroked her tight fist back and forth, then lifted her dress and took his hand, placing it between her warm thighs. "Feel me, Mark. Feel my pussy. Isn't it nice and hot? We're going to have a lot of fun this summer, we are-. You and I and Kenney and Julie. We're going to fuck and suck and really have a ball."
"Starting right now," Julie said, getting up. "Come on, the last one in the bedroom has to suck assholes!"
They raced to the master bedroom laughing and teasing one another. Mark had lost his shyness now, and he was groping for the asses of Barbara and Julie, meeting the hands of Kenney. All four hurriedly undressed, then Barbara said: "I've got to shower. I stink after all day in the office. I'll make it a fast one."
Julie and the two boys, naked, crawled onto her bed. As the sound of the shower came to them, Julie kept the boys in a constant arousal by sucking first one cock, then the other. Their hands were everywhere on her naked body, feeling and poking.
When Barbara padded naked from the bathroom, she stopped and gazed at the scene on the bed. Mark was sprawled on his back, with Julie on her hands and knees, sucking furiously at his upstanding cock. Behind her was Kenney, on his knees, sliding his cock in and out of Julie's asshole.
"Hey, wait for me!" Barbara laughed, rushing to the bed. "Move your cocksucking mouth, Julie! I want that prick up my cunt!"
Julie sucked up and away from Mark's cock, grinning at her mother. "There it is, mother, nice and hard and wet for you."
Barbara squatted on Mark's cock, reached below and fitted it neatly into her steaming pussy. Mark's eyes bulged as he saw his prick slither up that hairy slit. "Now, you're in me, Mark. Hump your little ass! Fuck me, fuck me good!"
She wiggled and twisted her crotch up and down on him. She leaned slightly and placed her hand on Julie's ass-cheek peering at Kenney's cock thrusting like a pile driver in and out of the pink, tight asshole. "Pour it to her, Kenney! Fuck her asshole ... rip her a new asshole! Ahhhh, fuck ... fuck me! Fuck Julie! Fuck everybody!"
Julie shoved her tongue down into Mark's mouth as he bounced his cock up and down into Barbara's searing pussy.
The excitement was so great, none of them lasted long. Orgasms erupted with gasps and pants of pleasure, and they fell among each other, legs and arms entwined, kissing and stroking and licking at heated flesh.
During a lull in the activities, Mark called home and asked for, and received, permission to spend the night with Kenney. Then arms and legs entwined again in wild, orgiastic fucking, sucking, grunting whimpering.
Julie with her tongue licking up and down the seeping slit of her mother's cunt while it squirmed on Kenney's cock, Julie's own pussy clutching at Mark's prick, knew it was going to be one hot summer.
