Marnie Goodwin walked off the campus of Brandeis Junior High School, ignoring the big yellow bus that would take her within a block of home. She smiled and waved at some of the eight or ten boys and girls who slouched together under the big Torrey pine that shaded the bus exit. As she passed one group, a boy whistled, and she hurried on without looking to see who it was, her taut, round little ass working under the miniskirt which barely covered it.
Marnie was blossoming into physical maturity at the age of twelve, and her perfect little figure, its component parts moving in a rhythmic cadence of jiggles, was enough to make any mature man clench his teeth against the knowledge that this treasure of sex was closed to him but open to any immature high school boy.
When, as a matter of fact, it wasn't.
Not that Marnie didn't have a hot and yearning nature. Ten times a day or more, either at something that happened or at some thought that crowded into her mind, Marnie felt a quick itch in the sensitive membranes between her cuntlips, an answering contraction inside her tight, slick little pussy.
But for some strange, hateful reason, the very factors which gave her a rightful pride in her body had also brought her an unexpected shyness, a self-consciousness amounting to neurosis. She had been an outgoing girl, at home with everyone, until these sudden, teasing, wonderful, frightening changes in her body. The small, crisp bush of crinkly yellow hair just above her neat, humid little slit. A corresponding growth in her armpits, together with a light, gamey scent that arose from these warm little nests on hot days. And her boobs! Fantastic!
As long as she could remember, she'd looked forward to the day when her tiny nipples would spread and grow and cap two mounds of soft and springy flesh. And now, they had!
Yes, the changes were frightening. But they were so marvelous! It happened so fast, too. It seemed almost as if she had gone to sleep one night with a chest as flat as a ten-year-old boy's, and had awakened to find soft little cupcakes of tender, yielding warmth, topped by nipples that puckered and hardened as she fingered them.
And the feeling in her pussy! Wow! It had been too much, so far out, so delightful, that she simply couldn't keep her hands off it. And the lips had gotten so fat, so quick-it was really far out.
Of course, it had always felt good when she played with herself. And when Buzzie played with her. those were the days! Before Mama had died, before Daddy decided she and Buzzie were getting too old to sleep in the same bedroom. What fun they used to have-innocent fun, no matter what Daddy or anyone else said. Of course they looked at each other. And it was so great to learn. Nothing was so interesting as watching Buzzie's little cock get hard when he-or she-played with it. And it tasted so good, so human, so rankly sweet, when she sucked on it. Just as she had felt as if she'd go right up the wall when he licked her.
Just the thought of it made her quiver inside, gave her such a frightening roll of feeling inside her that she had to stop for a moment and lean against a tree, holding her thighs tight together as she had sometimes done as a little kid, to keep from peeing in her pants.
Oh, God, how long was this crazy business going to last-when she couldn't look directly at a boy's face because of all the things she thought, because of the things she believed the boy was thinking?
"I don't care what Daddy says," she whispered to herself, her eyes swimming in tears as she trotted along. "All those lectures he gave us, after Mama died-all they did was make me and Buzzie feel ashamed." And it wasn't fair! Taking baths with Buzzie had been such fun-how could it be wrong between an eight-year-old girl and her ten-year-old brother? They had always loved each other so much. And she still loved Buzz, just as, she knew, he loved her. But all that terrible, moody talk, going on for night after night, day after day, just when they had all been so shocked, so knocked out of normality over Mama's death.
She remembered Buzzie's cock, a big-little boy's cute, hard little rod. Not big, like those fantastic ones she and Buzzie used to look at together in Daddy's secret books. Not that she was scared of them any more. Some of the girls in those pictures were no bigger than she was. Older, maybe but no bigger. Anyhow, what did it matter how big some imaginary cock was? With her hangups? If a boy so much as put his hand on her leg, she would probably faint.
She was getting closer to home, now; their big, comfortable house on a wonderful two-acre lot, too big for the three of them, Daddy sometimes grumbled, although she knew he wasn't about to sell it.
Why were these changes in her body making her so queer? How much longer would she be this way?
An old guy in a pick-up truck slowed as he drove by, his pale, red-rimmed eyes showing his hungry lust. He must have been seventy, with a growth of white whiskers on his sunken cheeks and wrinkled red neck, but Marnie wished he would stop and offer her a ride. Those old guys, she had heard, liked to get a young girl in with them and then open their pants and bring out their cocks. Oh, please, mister, she begged silently, pick me up! Show me your cock! Let me suck it!
But she knew in her heart that, if he did stop, she would hang her head, unable to say a word.
She stopped in the shade of a tree in their long, curving driveway and took a number of slow, deep breaths. As soon as she got in the house, she'd rush for the bathroom, dropping off her clothes as she went, getting under the shower. How wonderful it was, in the humid privacy of the big tiled cubicle, to run her hands down slowly, no longer any urge to hurry, to scratch gently in the small patch of curly hair, to ease down into the cleft between the big, sparsely haired lips, to open them with throbbing anticipation to expose her clit.
It would be hard and inflamed, stretching the thin cloak of membrane as it strove to get out, to have the same freedom as a boy's cock. At such times, before she touched it, it felt like a cock, felt like it might be six inches long. It couldn't have more feeling in it, even if it were ten inches.
And Marnie would lean against the tiled wall, her face and head thrown far back, her eyes closed, holding her snatch open so that the drops from the shower could batter gently on the insistent, aching clit until she came, came like crazy, feeling a thud inside her as her cunt muscles answered the hard beating of her heart.
She was nude, now, her face fixed in strain and anticipation, her young breasts swollen with her inner heat, an inch-wide smear of vaginal juice glistening on her legs.
So intent was she on her own needs that she did not hear the sharp hiss of the shower, and in a half-conscious state, jerked the shower door open on her father.
In spite of the shock of surprise, a shock that drained the blood from her brain and dropped her to the floor in a faint, she registered the fact that her daddy, that paragon of establishment virtue, had an enormous erection. And, just as she slumped backward and to one side, her top leg drawn up so that her lovely twat was pooched out like a pair of amorously kissing lips, her brain, wavering into unconsciousness, copied and retained an unmistakable image-her daddy was masturbating!
Ever afterward, Marnie could not be sure of what was reality and what was wishful, dream-world thinking. She had fainted, that was certain. But she was almost certain that she was awake, at least partly, from the moment that her father had swept her up in his arms. She was a small girl, he was a strong man in good condition, so he handled her like a baby.
Awake or fainted, she did not dare open her eyes. She could not possibly have looked at her father right then, not with what was in her chaotic mind. She felt the cooling drops on his body, felt his body's warmth and strength, and no shock was enough to cool the glowing, itching warmth in her leaking cuntlips.
She had trouble breathing as he laid her gently on her bed, and almost screamed in disappointment as he left her there. But she heard the door close, heard the bolt shoot into the latch, and lay like a quivering mass of hot jelly as she heard his bare feet come back across the rug.
He stood above her for a long time, and she sensed that he was enjoying the hot sight of her young nakedness, and, at the same time, making certain that she was truly unconscious. She was able to open her eyelids a tiny fraction of an inch, enough to get a blurred image of her father in the strong afternoon light, and she almost fainted in actuality as she saw the size of his rigid, jerking cock.
She could actually feel the slow movement of muscles inside her cunt, and knew that her breathing was irregular and shallow. When she brought herself to a smashing orgasm, as she had done almost daily since these changes had come to her body, she had no time to feel or to savor the slow, lovely steps as her entire body became simply a frame to hold her grasping, moving, clutching pussy. Now she was forced to lie still and wait, letting the processes in her hot young belly develop in all their wet, slippery joy.
She felt hands tenderly lifting her ankles, and had to make a real effort not to scrunch over, to cooperate. With her heart pounding, she felt her legs spread apart, and almost cried out in fear of having that massive cock thrust into her.
She need not have worried. The strong hands moved her and swung her so that her round little ass was just on the edge of the bed, and she felt her calves supported by the smooth arms of her daddy. And, joy of joys, she felt her cuntlips pop open with a sticky little pop, and heard her father's breath drawn gaspingly. The next second, a new world opened for her.
There was a living, moving warmth in the clutch of reddened convolutions between her clitoris and the shaded entrance to her vagina. She felt a tug of lips, a stroking of her father's tongue, and knew she would not be able to lie still when he moved upward to her clit or downward to suck at her steaming hole. In spite of herself, her hips moved, her cunt writhed.
With the bitterest of disappointment, she felt the wet heat and pressure removed from her mutely pleading pussy.
If she had known a bit more about men, especially about repressed and inhibited men, she would have known that nothing short of an avenging angel could have stopped him. Now, however, she lay limp and unmoving.
His hand touched her face, and she knew what he was going to do, having seen it in a hundred movies-pull one of her eyelids up to check whether or not she was really out of it. As his gentle finger touched her eyelid, she rolled her eyes up and back as far as she could, hoping that this was the proper reaction.
Either it was, or her father knew no more about it than she did, for he let out a gusty sigh of relief and quickly knelt between her thighs again, putting her legs over his shoulders now, so that he could really dive in to her. She had cooled off a little, sexually, but his moving lips and, above all, his busy tongue, brought her back to fever heat. Somehow, she wondered that her good old uptight daddy would do these far out things, and then she remembered the books.
She felt the smoothness of his face against her thighs-he must have shaved before he started that shower-and a rush of juice came out of her, dripping and spreading between the firm cheeks of her ass. Her dad did not miss it. With care and precision, his mouth went down, his fingers parted her asscheeks smoothly, and his tongue swept under and into her crack, licking her wet and sensitive asshole.
As his tongue carried this great, slurping mouthful of her cum into his mouth, he burrowed into her, closing his lips around the quivering hole where no prick except little Buzzie's had ever been, and sucked so hard that an intense pang of sexual heat burned her deep inside.
He's sucking the walls of my cunt together, Marnie thought. It's like my guts were falling out!
At this point, as she felt her juices pour out of her, some fit of wildness seemed to touch her father, and he began to kiss and lick and suck all up and down her channel, and her clit began its explosions of tension and could not stop. She would have given anything to have seen what his cock was doing, and suspected he was coming, a male phenomenon on which, for a girl with so little experience, she was fairly well informed.
But she let herself go with the blinding tide of love and passion that washed over her, coming longer and harder than ever in her life, the blood roaring in her ears. If her father had looked up, he would have seen her staring dazedly at the ceiling with wide-open eyes, but he stayed where he w After a few minutes he arose, and again, through shrouded eyelids, she saw his cock, still frightening in size, but beginning to droop, its head covered with something shiny, and two large drops of milky white semen adhering to it. Oh, if she could reach out and take it, now that she felt this overpowering love for him-take it in her hand, look up at him in loving understanding, and slowly, generously, fearlessly take it into her mouth. She gagged on her increased flow of saliva, hoping he would not notice the convulsive swallowing she had to do to keep from choking. Involuntarily, her belly rippled as she felt a rich little after-shock of orgasm, just an itchy, slippery writhing of her deeply pleased cunt muscles.
Once more, her dad rolled back an eyelid, and she heard him mutter, "Jesus Christ, what a dish! My own kid!"
Something, perhaps the reassurance that she was unconscious, aroused him. He began to hum, which he never did unless he was deeply pleased, and Marnie again had to remember to stay completely limp as he moved her. This time, it was to the middle of her bed, and she had to fight herself to remain still as he lay beside her, one hand gently pressing her far breast, his face so near the other that his breath on it was like a caress.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed again, and she knew it was at the quick rise of the nipple he was manipulating, for his fingers closed on it immediately, and heat swelled in it and glowed in her belly.
She held her breath and the thing she hoped for happened-her father gently closed his mouth on her tit, on her nipple, taking in almost the entire firm little fruit of flesh. He was sucking, easily, not like a baby. She was occasionally a sitter for Mrs. Gadens, down the street, and Mrs. Gadens's eight-month-old boy. Inevitably, with the sensitivity in her young breasts and the glow of warm interest in her girlish loins, she had put the Gadens baby to her breast, and had almost come at his first suck, it was so utterly, unbelievably powerful. She looked forward to each sitting job thereafter, since all she needed to do was put her hand against her pussy and her breast in the baby's mouth to enjoy an overwhelming orgasm.
Now, with the teasingly gentle tug of her father's lips, with the added fillip of his hard tongue sweeping around her nipple, she realized one of the niceties of sex. The slow thrumming of her nerves, which had never completely quieted, beat harder in the dark, shivery tunnel between her legs. If she had been thirty years old, and had enough hair on her pussy to fill a pillow, she could not have felt more grown up, more of a woman.
Just as she felt herself sweeping up and up into that sea of hot darkness, her father's kindly hand, gentle as a baby's, moved to press on her barely furred mound, his finger slipping easily between the wet, smooth lips, and pleasure shot through her in a hot torrent.
Strangely, her wild movements did not turn her dad on that she was awake. Still secure in his belief that she was unconscious, he whispered, "Come good, baby! Daddy won't hurt you!"
He kept the finger moving slowly, so wet with her cum that it was as smooth as his tongue, and she began to feel a hard pressure far down on her thigh. It was getting hard again! The knowledge raised her to a pitch of love and pride. Now she knew! Her body was beautiful! So beautiful that her father was recovering in a matter of minutes. It was fantastic, beautiful!
She knew, from what her friend Laura Small had told her, that men could "do it" more than once. Laura knew, all right. She had started going steady a year ago, and, since her mother worked, Laura could spend long afternoons in bed with her steady boy friend. And sometimes with his friends, too.
But this was different. This was a grown man, an older man, and who would expect a man almost forty to get a hard-on in such a short time after he had come? Marnie's heart beat with a thundering tide of love for her father and for herself.
Now her father's body moved, up and down, and she felt the hot, warm prick slide up and down on her thigh. She almost choked with disappointment-would he come like that, not doing anything to her?
But then he arose, and turned, putting his knees on each side of her head, getting down on his elbows, pulling her thighs apart, and once again she felt her warm, sticky cuntlips pop open. Gratefully, she felt him lift her knees so that she was really, truly open to his mouth, and, with fierce satisfaction, knew she could open her eyes and see what was just above her face. She almost came, then and there.
Seen clearly, and so close to her eyes, her father's cock seemed too big to believe. Bigger, it seemed to her, than those on the men who were photographed in his books, which he had kept in the back of the bottom drawer of his side of the bureau.
She could see it all, from its huge, dark-red, shiny head, back to the outsized balls in their wrinkled, hairy sac, to his puckered asshole, and on the crack to his tailbone. There was a drop of clear liquid hanging from the eye of his glans, and as Marnie looked, wishing she could scream out her hot joy, the drop grew bigger, slowly stretched out, and fell between her breasts. She would have given anything to have been able to suck it up.
She had come smashingly as he had licked her the first time, and again as he had fingered her cunt and sucked on her childish breast. Now, the excitement of simply awaiting his action made her begin to come again, slowly, the beat in her clitoris and inner lips and vagina growing hotter and bigger.
So, when he suddenly dived at her opened flesh, his mouth sucking at her hole as he had before, she would have shot up and off the bed except for the weight of his body. And he, too, was so excited that he did not notice her movements. His mouth moved back to her swollen, itchy labia, to her hard, twitching clit, and it was like all the comes she had ever known, rolled into one.
Best of all, his haunches dropped, his balls were pressed against her mouth and cheek, and his prick, a hot bar of muscle, drove between her breasts.
By now, she felt sensitized all over. Of course, the feeling was concentrated in her cunt, in all its parts, but it was all along her thighs, too, and up her ass, and in her tits, but most of all, in her mind. So that, when that amazing cock rubbed between her breasts, it simply prolonged her orgasm, so that she was so weakened by it that her body no longer bucked, and she was simply lying still with only her cunt's inner muscles capable of movement.
At that moment, when she felt that one more lick, one more thrust of her father's tongue would end her into screaming hysterics, he stopped. He sat upright, but left his knees bent, so that his entire genital apparatus was in contact with her face, her neck, and her breasts. She could have opened her mouth and swallowed his balls.
His buttocks were opened wide by his position, and her nose was almost against his asshole. In spite of his shower, there was an earthy aroma. After all, even if he had been jerking off, he might not have finished washing himself. So Marnie argued, in his defense. And, in the same flickering instant, she realized there was nothing horrible or unclean about her father's anus. So hot was her passion at this moment that she would gladly have sucked on that firm, muscular ring.
He was still humming-had he hummed into her cunt while he was sucking her off? The vibration would be wonderful. He moved, slightly, and his prick stretched along her soft, smooth skin, and he grunted with pleasure. He hunched his body again, the hard organ going back and forth, its underside rubbing on the girl's skin. She had been sweating, so that her dad's cock slipped smoothly, and he bent forward so that his belly pushed the cock firmly against her. And apparently he decided he knew what he wanted to do, and Marnie guessed it at the same time, with a wild happiness.
He was going to rub himself into a come, using her smooth skin for friction.
His balls were now moving back and forth, from her nose to her chin, and she ventured to thrust out her tongue and lick them as they went by, deciding that he was too far gone in lust to be aware. His thighs were pressing on the sides of her juvenile breasts, pulling them, mashing them, giving them a sensation of being tugged at by strong, gentle hands.
Either she had never really quite stopped coming from that third massive orgasm, when she had felt she would go out of her senses if her father continued his oral assault, or she was now keyed to such a pitch that anything could trigger a come, for she felt once more the gathering of muscle, the nervous pain inside her vagina, and the searing heat around her clitoris and the rest of her outer genitalia.
Her father now lay on her with most of his weight, and the size and hardness of his cock was a thrilling joy all the way from her eyes to her belly. He had his arms around her raised thighs, his hands pressed against the inside of them, so close to her twat that the pressure of his fingers kept the lips apart, and his hot breath was playing on her clit and labia until she could have screamed.
At last, her orgasm burst, combining the most intense joy and the most delightful pain a human can know, and now she did not care-she opened her soft, drooling mouth and sucked in one of her father's big balls. At the same time, she felt his cock expand and grow even harder, and suddenly it gave one huge jerk and then another. He cried out as though in pain, but she knew it was an unbearable joy like her own, as she felt a warm, slick flood of sperm shoot out onto her belly, making his back-and-forth movements easier. His balls had recharged and there was a great deal of it, spreading warmly over her entire belly, and squishing out to run down her flanks.
The jerking of the cock, her father's slippery movements, and his fevered groans kept up for a long time, but Marnie's skin was so heated that his semen did not grow cold on the tender sides of her body.
At last he shuddered all over as though coming awake, and moved off his daughter, pulling himself upright and sitting on the edge of the bed.
Marnie dared to open her eyes and he was just sitting there, hands on the edge of the bed and his head hanging down. He was crying, and Marnie's heart nearly turned over with sympathy and love.
And the phone rang.
Her father jumped as if he were shot, rose unsteadily, and moved to the door. As he unbolted it and went down the hall to answer the phone, Marnie carefully pushed up with both hands cupped and gathered all the semen she could in the hollow of her belly, around her navel.
She scooped up as much as she could in her hand, using the other as a pusher, and brought it to her lips, letting it trickle into her mouth, enjoying the slickness, the richness of its texture. It was salty, and she thought it might be her sweat, but remembered from one of her father's secret books that semen was faintly saline. She also remembered, from the many times she had brought her own fingers dripping from her cunt, licking them in delight, that her own pussy juice had a salt tang. Not so much as a man's, though.
She could hear Daddy's deep, heavy voice from down the hall, and he seemed to be explaining something.
"I'm sorry, Grace," he was saying. "I took a shower and lay down for a minute-I must have dropped off to sleep. I'm sorry you were upset. No, Goddamn it, I don't have a woman up here!" He began to laugh. "Unless you count my daughter, Marnie. She's at home. Okay, then, if that's the way you feel-forget it!"
Marnie heard the phone slammed hastily scraped up all the warm cum that she could and swallowed it, licking between her fingers.
Her dad's footsteps made little noise, but he was coming nearer. He would notice that the semen had disappeared; she had to think of something Acting on instinct, she sat up on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, her thighs together. The pressure as her fat outer lips closed from her weight sent a warm feeling all through her vagina and belly. She sat as her father had a few minutes before, hands braced beside her, head down.
She heard the breath go out of him as he came in the door, finding her awake, but she gave him no time to get away.
She sprang up and ran to him, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for them to be nude together, hugging him around the waist, mashing her breasts against him, her face against his chest.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you! I-I think I fainted!" She pressed against him, trembling, feeling the stickiness of cooling semen on his cock, still fat but no longer hard.
Possibly from astonishment, possibly from being too embarrassed to move back and expose himself, her father let Marnie hold him. He was taller than she, so that her small, warm titties were against his belly, just as her belly lay warmly against his wilted cock. There was the hot smell of lust between them, whether from himself or his daughter or both of them, he could not have said.
He tightened his grip around Marnie's shoulders so hard that she gasped, and suddenly he had a wild idea and held her away from him. Tears of remorse still streaked his cheeks, and he had not fully recovered from the shock of having given way completely to his lust, performing two acts of-in his own thinking-perversion on his own flesh and blood. But now he began to entertain some new thought.
"You were awake all the time," he said, holding her by the shoulders. "That faint was faked, right?" He gave her a little shake, not in anger.
She would not look at him, turning and twisting, her face suddenly red, with the blushing tide sweeping all over her small, perfect body. She, too, was in a sort of shock of pleasure and fulfillment. "Oh, no, Daddy!" she gasped. "I just woke up, and I feel so-so strange. What happened?"
Holding her shoulders, he walked her back until her knees hit the bed and she sat down. He was no longer embarrassed by his nakedness. His cock had awakened from the warmth and smoothness of her little belly, not hard by any means, but growing bigger, so that the purple head was coming out of the folds of foreskin, exactly even with Marnie's face.
He pushed between her knees and she straightened up, one of her breasts being brushed by her father's cock. She felt weak again, ready to faint, but pride gave her strength.
She looked up at him, and her eyes were twinkling.
"Suppose I remembered-just barely remembered, a teensy-weensy bit-just a little-bitty part of what happened?" she asked in a little-girl voice. "Would that be so terrible?" She buried her face against the lower part of his belly, his pubic hair, his prick, his balls.
"All right," he said. "That's not an answer to my question, but it'll do. It was a fake." He laughed. "I can't complain-is it so terrible for a father to want to-well, know his daughter? And you don't need to answer that," he said. "I'm asking myself that question. I think you know a little something about the weaknesses of men. Don't you?" He pushed her head back so she had to look at him, and she was smiling in a grave, womanly manner. It startled him. How old was she? Twelve. Dimly, he felt that his attitude should have been one of shock and horror. Instead, he laughed down to his guts.
Marnie's mouth opened to answer him, and he took his cock and held it to her lips.
Like the Gadens baby did with her breast, she sucked the big, smooth head into her mouth, sucking so hard that four or five inches went into her mouth, the head drawn into her throat, her lips clamped down on the hardening stem.
Her eyes were closed with her hot intensity, and she put both her soft young hands between his thighs, rubbing them up and down against the hairy surface, at last taking his balls into her warm little palms.
She whimpered angrily as her father pulled her off his cock, running her tongue around her lips, getting the last taste of the partly dried semen. He dropped to his knees, her thighs soft and warm against his ribs, and kissed her, letting her suck his big tongue as she had his prick. He felt her tremble and guessed that she was on the verge of orgasm, so he pushed a hand between her legs, against the almost hairless mound, getting a finger between the smooth, fat lips. One touch on her hardened clit and she clutched him around the neck as if to strangle him, this time pushing her pointed tongue into his mouth. She humped and fucked, sliding over his finger until, to his vast surprise, she had worked herself onto it-the entire length of his finger was buried in her pussy. He held her until her orgasm rode out its course.
When she relaxed, with a sigh, leaning back and looking at him with a languorous smile, he twisted his hand, pushing farther into her slick, tight cunt. No maidenhead. Well, that figured, but still, she was pretty young. He was swept by a flame of anger, but realized how stupid it was.
Parents lost their children, usually, by being ruthlessly, inhumanly strict. After Ruth died, he knew he had made some errors. Getting the children into different rooms may have been wrong. No, it had to be right. Talking about it so Goddamned much had been wrong. Well, he wouldn't ask who had copped her cherry; maybe some day, she would tell him. If she liked him enough.
Right now, in a wave of action that had absolutely no root in rationality, he had crossed some kind of Rubicon. He knew he was not the only father who had done so, but still, he was amazed that he wasn't going insane from shame. And neither was Marnie.
He fell against her and hugged her hard, kissing her again.
"Tonight," he said, "as soon as Buzzie's asleep, you come across the hall and get in bed with me-You hear?"
She pulled away, making a face. "I can't wait until tonight," she pouted. "Let's do it now! Please!"
She reached for his prick, holding its hard length against her breast. "Look!" she cried. "He's ready gain! How do you do it? I didn't think that men would do that!"
He was touched with her artlessness. She knew something, but not too much. That was great; he would teach her. Some things were instinctive. Sucking a cock like that. Ruth had never learned that, and never wanted to. Damned few women did. And the way Marnie came! Crashing, smashing.
He fingered his way into her little pussy again. It was very small. She was a tiny woman-a tiny girl, he corrected himself-and even if she had lost her cherry, her cunt was small.
He looked at his daughter's sweet, intent little face, and she looked at him beseechingly, holding onto his cock.
"Do you think you can take that big thing into this little-bitty hole?" he asked, moving his hidden finger.
"Yes," she answered simply. "Yes, of course. It may not be easy, but I can do it. We can do it. Come on, try it now!"
She tugged at the stiff bar of muscle, laughing, and her father, charged again as he was, almost gave in.
Gently, he removed her hand and stood up.
"You know a little about the needs of men," he said soberly. "You saw what I was doing in the shower. Don't lie. I was going out with Grace Adrian tonight. I'm just a little bit afraid of her, so I was relieving myself. Understand?"
Marnie looked at him. "Are you safe now?" she asked naively, and her dad laughed.
"She's the kind of woman who wants to do it, but-" He stopped as Marnie put a hand over his mouth.
"Daddy," she whispered, "don't say 'do it' to me. All my life, I've wanted to grow up and have someone say to me: 'Let me fuck you!' or 'Please let me suck your cunt,' or 'Here is my cock, I want you to suck it.' While you were doing that to me and I was pretending to be fainted, I kept hoping you'd say 'What a sweet little pussy, what a hot little cunt!' "
Dale Goodwin laughed. "I thought it," he said. "Honest! So okay, Grace wants to fuck, I think, but she's too conventional. She'd expect a guy to marry her. And I don't want that."
Marnie was silent for a minute. "She's sore at you," the young girl said. "I heard you on the phone."
"I know," her dad said gently. "But I had a date to meet her. I'll do it, but I'll get home early." He licked his finger and pushed it back into his daughter's twat, twisting it quickly and pulling it out again, covered with her juice, which he licked off again. "I'll get some kind of slickum at the drug store," he smiled. "Now, I've got to get dressed and get out of here. Got to see a man down at the office."
It was one of the toughest things he had ever done, he told himself. Once nature had decided for him that a female is a female, daughter or not, and once he knew that Marnie was as hot for him as he was for her, the power of her dainty, hot-pink cunt was overwhelming.
As Dale Goodwin, claims adjuster, serving five big car-insurance companies in this end of the county, his time was mostly his own. But today, he had to meet a real biggie from his best client. He had to go, but his cock was still feeling warm and itchy and fat as he left the house, and his mouth watered as he thought of the delicate scent and flavor as he had burrowed between those smooth lips, so big for such a young girl.
He thought of Marnie, her small body so perfect in its total nakedness, holding his cock, saying, "I can't wait until tonight!"
He slid into his car, having a little trouble with his cock, stiff against his thigh. "I don't know if I can, either, baby," he muttered, laughing.
Chapter Two
The town of Oakdale is a pleasant place to live. It is within commuting distance of the city of Santa Vaca, only a mile north of the big freeway that runs from the Mexican border to Canada, but it retains its easygoing rural appearance. Like most older Southern California cities, it was settled by people from the East who loved trees and planted them. Seen from the air, Oakdale is a huge green oasis against the monotone of Santa Vaca County.
Dale Goodwin's father, a man who liked privacy, was one of the few men in Oakdale who had some spare money during the Depression. Thus, when Dale was two years old, the senior Goodwin had bought a solid old home on two beautiful acres of land on the northern perimeter of the little city. The huge lot, the size of a city block, and covered with trees and shrubs, effectively shut out the rest of the world.
Lawrence Goodwin, taking a shortcut from where the school bus had left him, paused in the dense greenery behind the big swimming pool and waited for his father to take off. Not that he didn't love his father, but this had not been one of his best afternoons. The bus had been late and he had been waylaid by Sally Cook and Janice Arvin. He liked girls and liked to talk to them, as long as there was a group. He was both aware and appreciative of sex and he could even talk about it-or talk around it, in a kidding way-as long as it didn't develop into a one-on-one situation. And the sight of generous portions of ripe, swelling young breasts, the wiggling and inviting movements of softly rounded bellies and hips and thighs had a warming effect on him. After all, he was fourteen plus a few months.
But Sally's mother had picked her up to go shopping, and Jan, dark-haired, blue-eyed, intense, had taken him by the hand and whispered, "Let's go to my house, Buzz. Mom doesn't get home until after five-you never have been over!" And he, Lawrence Goodwin, known to everyone as Buzz or Buzzie, had chickened out! He hated himself. He knew he had blushed and stammered like a kid. His lame excuse-"My dad wants me to help him with the car"-had made Jan smile.
Well, shit! He couldn't help it if he was shy, could he? His pal, Rod Mackin, kept trying to help him. Rod had the guts of a burglar, where girls were concerned. Grown women, too. And he kept urging Buzz to go out with him. Guaranteed he'd have no trouble, once he got started.
"I'll get girls I've already fucked, Buzz," he promised. "You won't even have to ask, just feel 'em up, take out your cock, and they'll go for it." Rod had even given him a partial list of such girls, and Janice Axvin was on it!
Buzz thought of the profusely illustrated books he and Marnie used to sneak into their room when his dad was away. The way those women were built! The hair on their cunts! The big boobs, the wide, drooling smiles, actually sucking cocks!
The thought of those mature and well-used charms gave Buzz, as usual, a stirring in his genitals, a feeling of warmth and fullness in his crotch. And, along with the headache he had developed thinking about Janice, a flood of nervous tension. No, definitely, he didn't feel like talking to his dad.
He relaxed as he entered the dimness and coolness of the wide hallway, and smiled as he saw his sister's sandals kicked off at the foot of the broad staircase, the miniskirt halfway up the stairs. Maybe she'd had a bad day, too, and was heading for the soothing coolness of a shower. It was her custom.
He flushed hotly as he thought of his sister's perfect little body. Living together as they did, even if he had made a big thing out of avoiding her, he couldn't have helped catching glimpses of her. And hell, in a bikini, all you missed was the nipples and the cunt hair. But he moved a little faster-wanting to get into his room.
Part of Buzzie's headache was from embarrassment at not being able to meet Janice's school-girl challenge, but more was due to the chaotic state of his own mind. He had a hard-on, no doubt about it. And there were days, many days, when he liked nothing better than to get in the shower, cover himself with rich suds, and, with his mind full of highly colored fantasies, to jerk off. To pull the foreskin back until the cord at the tip of his prick pulled the head taut, to fuck into the palm of his hand with his four fingers and his thumb forming a cunt that he could make as tight or as loose as he chose. And sometimes, to remember the tiny, pink, hairless pussy of his baby sister, and how good it had felt to his boyish cock.
He undressed slowly. He wanted to get naked, to look at his body in the mirror. Something about his small size, his boyish look, put him at a disadvantage with girls. Even though Janice an one or two other of the bolder ones had told him he was "cute", he was self-conscious about it.
He knew one thing-his cock wasn't undersized. He and Rod had often compared their hard-ons, and Rod was always generous. "You've got more cock than I have," Rod had insisted. "You ought to come out with me and get it into one of those chickies at school. Come on, you're cheating some girl out of a great lay!"
So now he stood before the mirror, his hand around his prick. He could not make up his mind to squeeze it, to pump it, to get it truly hard. His chickenshit flight from the reality of Jan's obviously yearning body made him feel just a little bit sick. He reached for his robe, lying across a chair, shaking his head. He would go shower. A cold one would damp him down.
He was almost to the bathroom when he heard the sound of violent sobbing from Marnie's room. There wasn't a moment's hesitation-he turned in through her door, ready to do battle with anything or anybody who was making his beloved sister cry.
He was into the room and had his arms around her before he realized that she was naked as the day she was born.
He would have turned and retreated, but the sobbing girl on the bed had put both arms around him, and was holding him with all her strength. Worse, his robe had flown open in his haste, her arms were clasping his bare hips, and her hands were digging into his buttocks. Her cheek was pressing on him, into the golden hair around his prick. He had felt an agony of apprehension and nameless fear for a few seconds, all of it connected with his ego, but now he began to grow calm.
He patted the clean, shining, golden hair.
Looking down the flawlessly smooth back, he could see where the globes of her buttocks separated. The mere realization of her complete nakedness affected him deeply. After all, this was his sister. Until a few years before, when their father-no doubt with what he thought were good reasons-had made them ashamed of their intimacies, their closeness had been the sweetest, the best, the warmest factor in their lives. Not something to be ashamed of, or afraid of. Why, hell, they had fucked, many and many a time, just because they loved each other.
And because it felt good, too, he acknowledged in his mind, with a hidden smile.
He dropped to his knees beside her, breaking her hold on his hips and buttocks, and forced her to look at him. It was not easy; she looked at him and looked away, and he kept lowering his own eyes to look at her round, firm, satiny little breasts. Jesus, they were great! Not as big as some, but plenty big for a girl twelve years old. And those nipples, deep pink, showing the same grained roughness as the pictures of grown womens' tits they both had looked at so often.
It was only seconds he had been in the room, and he felt his prick rising, rising, getting harder than ever. Now, he didn't dare stand up.
"Marnie," he said chokingly, "what's the matter? Tell me! Has someone done anything to you?"
She rubbed her tears away with small fists, exactly as she had done as a child. She smiled, damply, and buried her face in his shoulder. Without thinking, his hands went around her and she pressed herself against him. Without intending it, she was in the same position she had been in with her father after he had charged her with faking the faint. The thought gave her courage.
"It isn't what anyone's done, Buzzie," she whispered. "It's what nobody seems willing to do!" The brazen lie didn't affect her; she knew so keenly, so fiercely what she wanted that she would do whatever had to be done to get it. She had seen the size of Buzzie's prick many times in the past year, but always when it was soft. Or at least not hard. She had no knowledge of the difference between the size of a hard cock and the same organ when in repose. Now, catching a glimpse of it as he knelt beside her, she caught her breath. Almost as big as Dad's! And so beautiful!
The sobbing had been a good act, and she continued to squeeze out tears as she drew back and looked at him. "I want you to help me, Buzz," she implored. "Really help me. After all," she whispered in a sad little croak, "I have no one else to turn to!" She burst into a series of convincing wails, and her brother hugged her again, and this time she got her face down so that she could see his cock completely. The sight took her breath away; the white column with the big veins throbbing under the soft, loose skin, the broad head, swollen to a shiny dark red, was truly imposing. And all around it, and on his balls, so big for a boy, there was a profusion of finely curled yellow hair. Her mouth ached for it.
"Come on, Sis," Buzz was whispering. "What's the matter? Tell me, hear?"
She pushed him away and stood up. "Look at me!" she said dramatically. "Look at me! Am I a baby, or am I a woman?"
Buzz looked. He couldn't help it. Her perfect little body was a girl's in size, a woman's in shape.
His eyes went from her erect breasts to the small patch of golden hair on her mons, and to the slit that disappeared between her legs.
He forgot that it was wrong, forgot what their father had said, all the terrible words, all the taboos, the fears.
This was a girl he had slept with, played with, talked to more plainly than he ever had to anyone, even Rod Mackin. In childish glee, they had said everything to each other that a man and woman can. Thinking of this, and of their position now, Buzzie smiled.
He moved close to Marnie and put his hand on the springy pad of flesh at the triangular base of her belly. Her skin was smooth, warm, resilient as a toy balloon. Her pubic hair had a thrilling texture, so different from other hair.
Lately, his voice had been hard to manage, changing in mid-sentence from a boy's soprano to a hard baritone. He opened his mouth to speak, and it was a man's voice.
"You're a woman, all right, Marnie," he said. "But you've got to be kidding-I see guys looking you over. Is it because the kids at Brandeis are too young for, uh, you know." He was flustered, and Marnie, complete little actress that she was, smiled as a mother might.
"You mean are they too young for sex, don't you?" she asked. "Hey, Buzz, you remember how we used to be. We could say anything-fuck, pussy, cock-remember ? "
He no longer blushed. There was an excitement growing in him, and it carried with it an absolute certainty. Without hesitation, he took her hand and placed it around his cock.
"Been a little change there, in four years, right Sis? And in you, too! Golly, you remember how we used to pinch at your poor little baby tits?" His hand moved over, confidently, and he pressed one of the small, firm mounds, delicately fingering the nipple, an ingrained knowledge telling him how to go about it, how to exert enough pressure to give a pleasure close to pain.
She gripped his hand, pressing it harder, kissing his arm, beginning to press her thighs together. Mutely, holding his cock gently, she moved against him, holding up her open mouth for his kiss, and again, with nature supplying what experience had not, they sucked each other's tongues, feeling heat rise in each.
As he had done when he was eight and Marnie was six, or when he was ten and she was eight, he put his hand between her thighs, fingering up to her slit, but what a difference! She had always been warm and slick, once he had gotten past the tender closure of the outer lips. Now she was hotter, wetter, slicker, and his fingers did not have to travel all the way up-her leaky little cunt, silently opening its pink mouth to beg for its food, dripped the honey-sweet vaginal syrup down each thigh.
Neither was aware of how they reached the bed. Somehow, Marnie was sitting on its edge, just as she had been with her father less than an hour before. Buzzie's conscience was forgotten, hidden under an avalanche of feelings much older than morals. And Marnie, her hot, pink little cunt wide open with heat and desire, knew only the triumph a woman feels when she knows she is going to get fucked.
It was not easy to get into her, but easier than either of them had the of female cum that the broad head of Buzzie's cock was slickened with it at once. Her little pussy gave him a nip and he pulled back, alarmed but pleased, and more ooze slathered out to warm and ease his way in. The delicate strength of the childish cunt muscles made his progress into her smooth depths a real joy. He was having his first experience with a cunt mature enough to flow, to grasp, to come, to respond. In his innocence, he could not know that it was as good as he would ever have in his life.
All he knew was that it was a thousand times better than even his most ingenious and imaginative jerk-offs, and that he wished it could last forever and felt it could not last another second.
He looked his love at her, and she returned it; his eyes caressed her throat, her breasts, her navel, the womanly roundness of her belly, the curve of her young hips, so small but so mature. He eased down gently, feeling the warmth of her body against his own, and began to kiss her face, her lips, her nose, her ears, her throat. He found a place where the beat of her heart throbbed in her soft neck, and sucked at it in ecstasy, trying to get his message of adoration through her skin, into her blood, into her heart.
She felt her nipples swell with her approaching thrust of orgasm, and his slight body, not much bigger than her own, but big enough to drive that marvelous cock into her with real male authority, mashed the nipples into her breasts, making a hot-wire connection with her loins.
His tongue now found her mouth, and she tried to scream out how much she loved him, how much she needed and loved his big cock inside her, churning in her guts, seeming to touch everything inside her that was sensitive and responsive. She felt the jar of the soft head and its hard column against something else inside-her cervix, she decided-he was into her and pushing against the end of her itchy and drooling vaginal tunnel. She had barely moved, so deep was her feeling of joy, her need to savor each thrill of her first genuine fuck. But now her cunt and its hungers overruled very other sense, and her hips made a quick series of movements, side to side. It was a fantastic feeling. The entire inside of her cunt seemed to be massaged. Buzzie's cock had moved inside her, but his body had not moved; it was she who had made it happen. She was not only being fucked-she was fucking!
The thought gave her such a sweeping joy, such a wave of feeling in her body, in her loins, such a staggering surge of pride, that she began to cry. Her tongue in Buzzie's mouth was hard and demanding, his spit rolled into her mouth and down her throat; her belly clung to his by a film of their sweat; her little bunch of yellow cunt hair was interwoven with his. The openness of her strong young thighs held his body, and just the slight friction of his skin on her legs was a pleasure as great as she could desire.
Juice ran from her opening and closing pussy with each in and out pump of Buzzie's beloved cock, and tickled in the crack of her ass, tickled her asshole, and in all this wide spectrum of feeling, she knew that only seconds had passed since, between them, they had gotten his cock into her.
She had thought she would disengage her tongue and lips from his, ask him if he were ready to come, try to arrange some agreement with her overheated nerves that would permit them to orgasm simultaneously. But, even as she completed the thought, a matter of perhaps a tenth of a second, her body began to weave in and out, up and down, her cunt squeezing at his cock without her volition, and the silent thunder of boiling cum shot into her, giving her the strength of a tiger.
She pushed into his body as though trying to engulf him, to get all of him inside her. Her cunt was tight on his stem but it seemed to open even as it gripped, and each spasmodic ripple in her vaginal walls was a separate, treasured, loving wave of ecstasy.
In this surge of hot flesh, of golden girl-body wrapped around his throbbing prick, Buzz felt that his spurts of semen, the intense throbs in his cock, were carrying him out of the world.
He was aware that he was shouting, and that Marnie was screaming some wordless song of pleasure in his ear, and almost laughed, thinking of the heart attack their dad would have if he could see them.
There was, or seemed to be, almost a bath of warm wetness between them. And Buzzie's manly tool, still hard enough to stay put in spite of Marnie's tightness, gave an involuntary and final throb which brought her that delicious and crowded sense of stretching. Without her willing it, her happy young cunt answered the boy's throb with a gentle, tremulous squeeze, and she moaned as her brother's cock slipped out.
They clung and kissed and pulled away to look at each other with eyes large with tears of happiness. They kissed again, and held each other close, and each ran a hand to the other's genital area, as though moved by the same thought.
Marnie gurgled with pleasure at the slickness of her cum and his on Buzzie's prick, rolling the foreskin ever so gently between her fingers, while Buzz moved his entire hand in a circular pressure on the slitted delta at the bottom of her body, his middle finger easily slipping into the warmth and juiciness between her fat, hairless outer lips.
They grinned at each other, and each understood what the other thought.
Because she wanted to take his cock and examine it closely, Marnie knew that Buzz wanted to open her and know her, and she opened her thighs and sweetly urged him toward her wet cunt.
The richly swollen, blood-red convolutions nested in the inner part of her twat made Buzzie's mouth water. He had heard of "eating pussy," he had seen photographs of men doing it to women. And of women doing it to women, too. He only paused because he wanted to be certain of identifying his sister's clitoris. He could not know how much he owed to reading those hidden and forbidden books-a great deal of the sweet perfection of this sibling fuck depended on them. He knew her clit had retreated after the glorious orgasm they had enjoyed; he bent and touched it with his tongue's tip and felt his sister move. That richness spilling gently from the soft opening at the bottom of her slit was part his. The thought gave him a new warming in his young cock, and without thinking, he shifted his body so that he could look straight down at the soft pink valley.
His sister got a smooth arm between his thighs, and, when he looked back, smiling, she said huskily, "Get over my face!"
She licked him carefully, again folding the softness of his foreskin over so that her tongue reached every tender wrinkle, and shivered with joy as she realized that some of this richness came from her own body. She got three or four tiny drops of cum, pressing them against her teeth, an ecstasy so deep and earthy that it ached in her throat, swelling all through her. She remembered her father's balls above her mouth, the brutally animal attraction of his asshole, and she sucked so hard on her brother's prick that she pulled herself right up to its hairy roots.
As he groaned in pleasure, she pushed the enlarging organ out and sucked in one of his balls, mouthing it and tonguing it while Buzz wiggled and laughed, and then took the other in for a tongue-bath. There was the salt of sweat and of cuntjuice on this soft and wrinkled sac, and she felt the dry tickle of hairs sticking to the roof of her mouth as she moved the balls out. Mischievously, she shot both hands up to pull her brother's buttocks wide apart, and strained up to get her mouth clamped against his asshole.
She felt it close reflexively as Buzz jumped, and she held onto him gayly, sucking until the sphincter relaxed, when she drove her pointed pink tongue into the loosened ring. Her own ears seemed to ring with the rush of her blood at the joy of this forbidden pleasure, and she felt a wild, hot smash of ecstasy as her brother seemed to turn her body inside out with his suction.
With his nose jammed against Marnie's anus, with her wet asscheeks gripping and slipping on his forehead, Buzzie held his sister's body tightly as he let himself go in a desire to swallow all of this delicious girl-meat. He had contented himself with a gentle rub of his lips and tongue against the blood-filled convulutions of inner lips as his sister teased around his cock and balls. Now, as the shock of feeling shot into his rectum with her tongue, he covered the tightly closed but visibly twitching hole where his prick had been, and sucked as though he meant to bring every inch of her vagina out into the air. He felt the shock of her inner feelings in the convulsive thrust of her body. Her tits were against the in sides of this thighs, the hard nipples evident. The skin between her legs-all her skin-was incredibly fine and smooth, with the same warmth and tenderness of a baby's. And still, the muscles under this soft skin were strong and busy.
He felt the pneumatic thickness of Marnie's outer lips press on his beardless cheeks; there was deep joy in remembering the textured pinkness on their inside, the constant moisture in them that came from pure female warmth.
He felt his cock grow hard in a new bath of warm tongue and lips and cheeks, and lifted his body so that Marnie could take it all. Craning his neck to look back between their sweaty bellies, he saw her young throat move, her lips ride up and down, and he fucked into her as if her throat were a substitute vagina.
There was a new flow from the hole he had sucked clean a few seconds before, and he drew this dainty mouthful out, too, feeling the strong and feverish response in the cunt his tongue penetrated, the gyrating thrust of Marnie's loins against his cum-wet face.
She came at once, her belly heaving and rippling, her moans of joy making a wildly pleasant vibration around his cockhead. He did not let her free her face to talk, but kept fucking against her tongue and palate, knowing he must be driving deep into her throat. There was a grip of muscle each time he slogged down, and he knew she was swallowing. Maybe she knew it and maybe she didn't, but it was a gift.
He made her come twice more, each of her responses as strong as the last, and each giving him a buildup of sensation in his prick, in his balls, around his anus.
He drew away an inch and said, "Sis, I want to come!" and she began to increase her movements on his cock while her ass bounced her cunt invitingly up toward his tired lips.
With a grin of understanding, he sucked hard at her vagina again, moved back to nibble and suck in the nest of inner lips, and at last clamped onto her straining clit.
He was dimly aware that she was writhing in orgasm again, but all his feelings were concentrated in the head of his cock, which her throat seemed to be swallowing clear into her belly.
Each plunge into her mouth, with its succeeding massage deep in her throat, brought a surge of his sperm. Even when he knew there could not be a drop left in his balls, he continued to sink his organ out of sight, just for the unbelievable pleasure of her clasping throat. He tried to move off, but she would not let him go, and when he at last rolled off, laughing, she turned with him, holding his wilting organ in her mouth by suction alone, her left thigh under his head, her right leg thrown across his face, so that they were still in the classic sixty-nine position.
Just to tease her, he mashed his open mouth against the entire open spread of her cunt, from the top of the slit to the oozing hole at the bottom, and tongued up and down, hitting the shrunken clit with his teeth.
She cried "Uncle!" and pushed him away, and he swung around so they were face to face.
"I don't think I could stand another come," she laughed. "At least, not in the next ten minutes!" Her face was joyous, but more mature-looking than he had ever noticed. Perhaps a girl did grow up through her genitals. The male chauvinist pig who said of women: "All their brains are in their asses" was wrong, of course, but it seemed to this suddenly grown-up fourteen-year-old boy that stability, good judgment, perhaps even knowledge, were sucked in along with sperm by a girl's twat. It was only one of a number of flashes that came to him that day.
She threw one leg across his flanks. "It feels good to have my cunt open, cooling off," she said. Her hand stroked his cheek in tenderness. She licked her fingers and giggled. "You really got me all over you, didn't you, Buzz?" she teased. "Well, I've got enough of your cum-goo in my belly to keep me from getting hungry before dinner." She kissed him again. "I want you to know that you've made me feel marvelous," she said. "It was what I needed. I've been so scared of guys, and still dying for someone to, well, get me started."
As if a personal miracle had burst through him, Buzz acknowledged his own sense of maturity. It was real! He looked at Marnie steadily and said, "You're not lying? You really have been, uh, scared to do anything?"
His sister blushed. "That's true," she said, choosing to forget the first lesson in confidence that she had gotten earlier, from her father. "Buzzie, you're the only person who ever fucked me. And, until this very day, I've almost literally peed in my pants when boys looked or whistled.'
The slender, beautiful blond boy laughed wryly. He and his sister were enough alike to be taken for twins. He took her hand, looked at her closely.
"You seemed to think I did it all right," he said hesitantly. "Would you tell me if I didn't?"
She pulled his face down to her young breasts, holding him and rocking him maternally. "You silly," she scoffed. "You know I'm no judge as far as experience is concerned. But I know that a lot of women never come. You brought me so many times I lost count. And you were so sweet! You sucked me so good-found my clit, did everything exactly right." She had a new thought, and burst into laughter. "Now that I've lost my shyness, maybe I'll soon be able to give you a comparison."
Her brother laughed. "If you've got that kind of guts, Sis, I think I'm going to bust out a little," he said. "Then, if I strike out with some other chickie, I can always come back to you for some more practice."
She kissed him, darting her warm tongue into his mouth, looking at him with eyes shining. "You're beautiful, Buzzie," she said. "I'll bet you could fuck any girl in Oakdale High!"
After she thought about it seriously, Marnie decided not to shower. She lolled on the bed, putting an exploring finger into her vulva, slicking it around, and bringing it to her lips and nose, where she first smelled it, then licked it, smiling dreamily. She had never been more conscious of all her senses than right now, and the languorous, luxurious pleasure she got from her probing digits kept her in a warm glow. She had the delightful feeling that her boobs had grown in the last few hours, and got up to look in the mirror.
She was holding her breasts when she heard a voice calling her name, and shouted, "Come up!" dancing to the door to give the newcomer a warm hug. "Laura!" she cried. "Oh, wow! Have I got something to tell you!"
Most people, asked to describe Laura Small, would have said, "She's that dark-haired girl with the big tits."
More observant people would mention her obvious good humor, her full-lipped mouth, the hips and buttocks and thighs which did as much for her as her breasts. She was a few months older than Marnie, but often passed for eighteen. And she never, as far as Marnie knew, bothered to be afraid of anything.
Laura held the slight girl in her arms, smiling down at her, and said, "I smell a boy's cum! Oh, baby, did you finally get balled? Did you?" She held Marnie with one arm and explored between her legs with her free hand, her eyes growing big. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "What a load! Did he do it twice?"
Marnie rubbed her own belly suggestively. "That's one load in my puss-but there's one in my belly," she said proudly.
"Jesus! You really did grow up quick! The guy came in your mouth and you swallowed it?"
Marnie suddenly felt the equal of Laura, of any girl or woman she knew. "Of course I swallowed it," she said casually. "I wouldn't have had it any other way. Don't you swallow it?"
Laura held her closely and laughed. "To tell you the truth, baby," she said, "I've never sucked a dickie-bird more than five or six times. And I didn't swallow it. Did you love the guy, or something?"
"Yes, I did-I do-love the guy," Marnie said, feeling warm at the thought of her beautiful, hot brother. "But you know something? Right now, I'm getting hot thinking about tonight."
Laura fell against Marnie's slight frame, laughing. "You mean he's coming back for seconds?" she asked. "Or thirds? And, hey, did you, you know, pop your pistol?"
Marnie pursed her lips in an exaggerated expression of disapproval. "Really, Miss Small," she said primly. "Your language is coarse. If you mean, did I experience an orgasm, the answer is no."
Laura looked taken aback. "Wow, that's tough. First time out, though, nobody shoots their wad."
"An orgasm, meaning one, is wrong," Marnie bubbled. "Five times! Honest! Five big ones!"
Her best girl friend kissed her fiercely, reaching behind to squeeze her small, beautiful ass. "Oh, far out!" she moaned. "And he's coming back? Tonight?"
She shuddered, and slipped a couple of her fingers into Marnie's gooey twat from behind. "Feel me!" Laura whispered. "You've got me so hot, just telling me. Yeah, baby, there, that's it! Deeper, now. Is that two fingers? Ooohh!" The dark girl pumped her body rapidly against Marnie's wrist and groaned happily. "I did it!" she gasped. "I came! Oh, thanks, Marnie! God, I'm running like a faucet!"
The blonde girl, feeling more grown up than ever, dug deeper into the rich, slick heat between her friend's thighs. In her own heat, she pressed her face against the upper portion of Laura's breasts. I wish you could be with me tonight!" she whispered.
Laura clung to her. "We'd wear the guy out!" she exclaimed.
Marnie laughed. "Not this one," she said. "No way."
"You mean it's another one?"
"Yes. A grown man! And he's got a cock like-like, well, a pony!" Marnie shuddered against Laura, ready to come. "God! He's big!"
"Ho-ho!" Laura said. "Statutory rape! Suppose he can't get it in?"
"Why, then," Marnie said carefully, "I'll suck him off, and he can lick me. He already did! Twice!"
"Went down on you?" Laura barely got it out. "Ate you?"
"Oh, yes! Ate my pussy, my hot-dripping pussy, until I went right up the wall! I thought they'd turn me inside out!"
Laura went quiet and still. "They? You had two guys at once?" Her tone was skeptical.
"Not two at once," Marnie defended. "But I would if I felt like it! Oh, wow! One could fuck me, one could shove his dong in my mouth! Crazy!"
"You're getting too heavy for me," Laura confessed. "I thought you'd never have much guts, even if you did get out and get it from some guy. You know something?" she asked sadly. "I've never had any boy go down on me! Never! One bird-brain kissed me on the thigh, and got so excited he shot off all over me and my dress!"
Marnie patted her friend on her generously curved ass. "Don't you care, Laura. I've got a real feeling that a lot of good things are going to happen to you and me. You want your pussy eaten, and between us, we'll see that it is. ^ dear!" she gasped. "It's the most wonderful thing-completely different from fucking! Better! No, no! Not better! What can I say? Just wonderful, that's all, like you were full of hot gravy, too full to hold it, and you were opening up and spilling it all out! And coming all over!"
So wonderful, Marnie thought. Today, I was crying on my way home, hating myself for being the wrong age. And now. Look at me! I'm a teacher.' She thought of Buzzie, as frustrated as she had been, freed from his self-made prison of fancied inadequacy; of herself, boosted into a new dimension of knowledge and confidence and-at twelve years of age-a sense of womanhood; of her father, tortured by fears and taboos and then, suddenly, by a happy accident that broke the dam of fear, he was freed.
But mostly, she thought of her father's cock. And tonight.
Chapter Three
The bigwig from the big-customer company, the meeting with Miss Adrian-these kept Marnie from enjoying her solitary dinner. Buzz was off with Rod, and Marnie was glad. It gave her time to think. It did not occur to her that her father might, in a spasm of remorse, change his mind and lock his door to her.
The summer night retained some of the day's warmth; it was comfortable to lie and roll on the bed in her warm, smooth skin, to run her hands down the insides of her spread thighs from knee to pussy, to feel the tingle of anticipation in her nipples, in her moist, achingly warm twat, in the warm, ticklish areas under her arms.
But she did not masturbate as she had done so freely, so pleasantly, so often in the past. There was a new thrill to her life, a new promise, a solid belief that never, unless she chose to, need she depend on herself for those explosions of pleasure which took her soaring into another world.
When she heard her father's heavy tread in the hall, the noises in the bathroom of running water, a toilet being flushed, she was so excited that she bumped her warm, round little butt up and down on the bed, smiling at her petite image in the mirror.
She did not look to see if the light was out in Buzzie's room; she did not care. He was probably still out with Rod, but if he had been standing in the hall, naked, she would not have noticed. She went quietly to her father's door, paused as she wondered whether or not to knock, and then, laughing at herself for such nonsense, opened the door and went in. It was all she could have expected.
Her father's body was beautiful. He was undressed, looking thoughtful and fatherly, holding a tube of something, and a small box. Marnie knew what was in the box; she had seen such things before. Rubbers. To her young mind, especially at this emotional moment, they were hateful things-walls between the beloved cock and the sensitivities of her young vagina. Years ago, she and Buzzie had found them when they were looking in the bottom drawer for one of their father's books. And recently, when Laura had, with girlish courage, talked the family doctor into putting her "on the Pill," she had shown Marnie her supply of rubbers and they had made a laughing ceremony of flushing them down the John.
"Daddy!" she cried softly, running to him and pressing her small body against his. She was still short of five feet tall, and he was over six feet; her cheek was rubbing in the matted hair of his chest, and her firm little breasts were warmed by his enlarging cock and his scratchy pubic hair. She made a quick movement of her body and hands and brought the big tool, so warm and sweet and big, up against her body, between her little breasts, and squeezed them with her elbows to press them against his smooth-skinned column.
She heard the two objects fall on the bed, felt the strength and warmth of her daddy's arms around her. "Baby," he whispered, "I'm glad you're here!"
He bent to kiss her, and again she was overwhelmed by heat as his big tongue filled her mouth. She probed under it with her own, thinking how like his cock-and Buzzie's-it was. No wonder a tongue felt so good in her pussy; no wonder a cock seemed to be at home in her mouth.
She felt herself being lifted, easily, and was dumped on the bed in a playful toss that left her breathless as she looked up at the big man towering over her. His cock had become hard in these few moments; it stuck out and up; she could see the tube on its underside and touched it gently.
"Is this where the cum shoots out?" she asked, and Dale laughed.
"You ought to know," he teased her. "Your eyes were on it when I squirted all over your belly."
She flushed. "I wasn't looking," she whispered, holding her arms up to him, "I was feeling! Oh, Daddy, it's been such a long evening!"
He laughed as he rolled her across the sheet and lay beside her. His cock was between her thighs, its tip barely touching her fat little cuntlips as he held her head in his hands and probed her mouth with his strong tongue. She felt the strength and heat and hardness against her flesh, and closed her thighs on it, and his hand reached behind her, into the smooth, humid cleft between her buttocks, pressing her tiny pink asshole, moving deeper to slip in the warm flow from her hidden portal.
"God, kid," he gasped, "how come you're so hot? You never got that from your mother!"
Marnie laughed and bumped back against his fingers. "As long as I have it, what difference?" she murmured. "When are you going to put it in, Daddy?" She laughed in self-conscious pride. "I'm slick enough, aren't I?"
He turned her on her back and sucked fiercely at her tingling boobs, sweeping his stubbled chin down her belly, jerking her thighs apart so he could attack her opened cunt with devouring lips and prodding tongue. She squealed and groped frantically for his cock, her eyes closed, sensation flooding her belly as her dad touched her clitoris and bit down with precise savagery on her swollen labia.
She reveled in his brute strength, and in the ruthlessness that turned him from a concerned father into a rutting bull. Her legs were in a viselike grip, her hip joints crying as he held her legs apart, and she said, "Please, Daddy! Please! Ooohh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She rolled in helpless orgasm as he continued to mash his mouth against her, and she was so afraid he would come without her being able to catch his flood of sperm in her mouth-if not in her cunt-that tears streamed down her face. But he released her and patted her tenderly on her pink rump, laughing gently, sitting up so she saw his cock, hard, red, jerking.
He grinned down at her. "Just wanted to get you in the mood," he whispered huskily. "If I'm going to do this wild thing-fuck my own flesh and blood, my own baby girl, by God, I'm going to do it right!" His face was, for a moment, set more in a grimace of pain than in a grin of pleasure, but he laid his hand on her cheek and whispered brokenly, "I know you want it, and I think we both have a chance of freeing ourselves from a lot of old pain."
Marnie sat up and put both her small, warm hands around his cock, smiling up at him. How could she have thought Buzzie's was this big? Buzzie's was big; this was enormous. She bent and kissed it, shaken by the male aroma that hovered over it as she pulled down the soft, pink foreskin, by the rich slickness of the drop of fluid in the eye of the big glans.
"Hold it," Dale ordered, pushing her gently away.
He rummaged in one of the bureau drawers and tossed her the most beautiful nightie she had ever seen, peach-colored, trimmed in fine lace. It was a shortie, but she was so small that it came to her knees; she held it up and waltzed on the big bed, laughingly showing her father her hairless slit with its perky little tuft of blonde hair on her mound.
"You like me better this way?" she asked. "Don't you want me naked?" Her voice was sad but her face was mischievous.
He reached out and got an arm around one leg, ducking so that his head went under the nightgown. Laughing, he pressed his face against her belly, then down against her warm pussy.
"Honey," he said thickly, "I like you any way. But it's fun to lift up a nightie, to push your hands up under a woman's arms." He gasped and kissed her on the neck. "God!" he said, "my grown-up little baby! Hair under your arms!"
"Of course," she answered smugly, stroking his hair. "More than on my pussy! Smell it!"
He pushed the gown up delightedly, kissing under and then across one breast, buried his nose in the golden hair, sniffing and snorting in pleasure. "I smell grown up, don't I Daddy?" she whispered, giggling, and he bit her breast roughly, plunging a finger deep into her squirming vagina as he did so.
He seemed to be all arms for a moment, grabbing pillows to raise Marnie's excited little body, pushing the gown above her breasts, all the while looking down at her with tender concern.
"You're wet, Marnie," He whispered. "But my cock's awfully big for such a little girl. I'll try it real easy. You holler if it hurts too much."
Her face was set and determined. "Shove it in," she said. "I can take it!"
He fumbled with her outer lips, rubbing the big red head along the achingly swollen inner labia, and there was a flow of her natural lubricant. Her little hands went down to help him. "I know where it's at," she joked in a whisper. "Let me start it in. Then you can shove it the rest of the way."
The hard pressure on her vaginal rim as the soft head stuffed into her was better, she believed, then anything she had ever felt before. I'm a woman! she thought fiercely.
She moved involuntarily, and her father gasped and his body went rigid. She felt some inner muscles go into a spasm, not pleasant, like when Buzzie fucked her, but sharp, angry.
"Get more juice on it," she said sharply. "Make it go in!"
"Jesus, you've got a clipper in there," Dale said. "If I ever do get in, wow! Let me get the slickum tube." He lay on his little daughter, seeing her blonde beauty in his mind, and realized they were both sweating. He tenderly licked across her breasts, hearing her heart beating like a drum. His cock, hard and sensitive, was touching the sheet, and he got on his knees. "Have to watch it," he whispered. "I was about to spill it; I don't want to do that!"
"Oh, no!" wailed Marnie. "It's got to go in me! Are you so hot, you poor dear?" She looked up at him with as much concern as if she were the older, and smiled calmly. She felt a rush of heat and feeling in her breasts, and squeezed them tightly. "Why don't you just lie down for a minute?" she said. "Here, by me. Rest a minute, and you'll be all right."
Not just to humor her, he did so. He was uptight. Why not? It wasn't enough to say that nothing like this had ever happened to him before-he had never thought it could happen to anyone, although common sense and his reading had taught him that many, many families eased their tensions and solved their sex problems in the family.
Sure as hell, he had never had a girl this young. Never. Not even as a kid, just starting out. How old was the youngest? And what was her name? Lee-Anna. And she had been fourteen.
He almost laughed aloud at the memory. Lee-Anna had been blonde, too, but not like the perfection of the miniature woman beside him. Rather a stocky girl, quiet, who had matter-of-factly given him a good-humored, ungrudging fuck.
He felt better able to control his ejaculation. This line of thought kept him hard, but pushed back the wave of orgasm which had been engulfing him. He had closed his eyes, relaxing, and suddenly, more strongly than before, the fires of orgasm concentrated in his loins, in his cock, so that he would have leaped up except for Marnie's weight against him.
There was a crazy warmth all soft, wet heat, the gentlest of caresses, and the rhythmic, silent motion of his daughter's body. She was sucking him off! Good God above! he shouted silently in his mind. My little girl, my beautiful little blonde baby, is sucking my cock!
He responded to the depravity by thrusting his loins up with all his strength, feeling the cushioned head of his prick squeeze into her small throat, and she pulled away to say indignantly, "Hey, watch it! You nearly choked me!" She jumped up and he grabbed at her, but she ran, laughing, into his bathroom and came out with a glass.
"Come on back, sweetie," he begged. "I promise not to buck like that again. But it felt so good! Fantastic!" He wanted to ask about the glass, but refrained.
She crouched beside him again and opened her mouth as wide as it would go. "You're so big!" she whispered. "Are all men this big? My jaws hurt."
She settled over him again, and this time he watched her body rise and fall as she went down, not more than half of his cock, looking bigger than usual against her small face, going out of sight. Her slobber showed her excitement was present in the erotic nerves of her lips and tongue; it drooled down his thick stem, tickling in the hairs near its thick base. Her entire body was moving, her small rump making an inviting pattern, and he stroked her gently, his thumb just going between her thighs. It was so strange to find no nest of hair, only the bare, smooth lips, so big for such a tiny girl.
Her breast seemed larger, more extended, and was rubbing on his chest. He kept his thumb in her pussy but took hold of the small breast with his other hand, squeezing it and pulling down, exactly as though he were milking her.
Marnie registered all these sensations. She loved his smell and taste, the great, swelling meat in her mouth. She was holding the thick root of his cock with her right hand; now, inspired, she took his hairy ball sac in the other, squeezing it so lightly that he only realized something wonderful was happening. If it had not been for the Gadens baby, she would never have realized how hard a human mouth can suck, nor what it does to a sensitive area. She was ready to come, and wanted no loose ends, so she gave him her greatest pressure.
From her earlier experience with Buzzie, she thought she knew what would happen. But this was different. Daddy's cock was so big! It swelled up so hard! And the jets of sticky, hot jism, almost seeming to boil as it jetted into her throat, filled her mouth so full that she had to swallow to keep from strangling. She could have cried.
But a wonderful thing happened. She had brought the glass to save her father's cum-she wanted to sip it, to savor every drop. And suddenly, she was doing it. Because each hot blast shot directly onto her taste buds, because its odor, subtle as it was, swirled right against her olfactory nerves, she could taste and feel and smell and love every slick, rich drop! Even the surplus, gathered in her bulging cheeks, was warm and safe, and, as the throbs lessened and the jets diminished, she could suck gently, moving her sharp little tongue around the huge, soft head, and slowly, like a miser counting his gold, suck up each warm little sip of the thick goo that had boiled around his stem.
When she realized that her father's cock was much smaller and softer, and that he no longer jerked when she nursed at the limbering organ, she reluctantly pulled away.
Her dad was staring at her with glazed eyes. "Where in God's name did you learn to do that?" he asked hoarsely, and Marnie, licking around her lips to get the last drop, and holding his big, softening prick very lovingly, looking and licking, giggled.
"Mom didn't do that?" she asked in perfect good humor.
Her father pulled her down to him and kissed her with brutal thoroughness, getting a slight taste of his own joy-juice.
"Don't be so fucking nosy," he said, smiling. "I doubt that one woman in Oakdale can do that. You never learned that. It's a God-given talent!"
She told him, then, about her own shock when she had, in girlish heat and curiosity to "see what it felt like," offered her young breast to Mrs. Gadens' infant. "I thought he was going to swallow me whole," she said, and Dale roared.
"How did it feel?" he asked, and she flushed.
"It made me come," she said.
"Just having that baby suck your tittie? You came?"
Another grin, another blush. "I had my finger on my clit; I was about ready to shoot it!"
He hugged her. Remembering that terrific suction, the hot feel of her mouth on his cock, his tool jammed against the roof of her mouth, her thick, smooth tongue, he felt a returning throb of desire. He moved her small body, placing it just so, kissing her all over her belly, between her legs, the insides of her thighs, all very softly, but getting her wet with his saliva. He was humming again, happy and busy, and Marnie shivered. I don't want you to anyhow," she said. "I want to get your prick in me. I was afraid you were going to come before you could get it in."
"I was," he said, wondering at her understanding. Then her question surprised him.
"Did you fuck Miss Adrian?"
He began to laugh. "No, I didn't, not that it's any of your business! Why would I be so hot if I had? I came twice this afternoon, and thinking about you got me a little overheated, I guess." He laughed comfortably. "If I had fucked Grace Adrian, even you couldn't have gotten it up."
She giggled. "I don't know how many times a man can come," she said. "Honest. I don't really know very much."
He rolled her over and put his knees on either side of her body, laying his cock between her breasts, holding most of his weight off her. She laughed up at him.
He began to move gently, rubbing the underside of his prick on her chest, his ass on her belly. He could feel the warmth of her skin, and it was weirdly exciting. His cock grew harder, and its tip just grazed her chin. She got her hands alongside her rib cage and pressed her boobs hard, crowding them against his growing column. "How many?" she asked.
"For me-for most any man my age-twice in one day is all right," he said, not joking, thinking of what he said. "I think I'm as heavy on sex as the average. Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "What the hell's average? I've shot my wad three times today, and I still feel full of it." He put his hands under her small head and pulled her face up to where she could lick his glans, which was losing its textured look, becoming shiny with the engorgement blood.
"I could have fucked Miss Adrian," he teased. "I had my hand up her dress, just to see what she'd do."
Marnie squealed, putting a hand on his prick. "What did she do?" the child gasped, her eyes wide.
"Pumped back and forth," Dale said. "We had been talking. She apologized for getting flippy today."
"How did she-you know-feel?" "What do you think? Warm, soft, hairy." He laughed.
"Not drippy? Not gooshy? No juice?"
His cock was almost completely hard. In ten minutes! It was incredible. He backed far down and kissed his daughter.
"Well," persisted Marnie. "Was she drippy?"
"The lips of her pussy were soft and fat and warm," her dad answered. "They were also folded together. She was sitting on them." He stroked his cock gently, eyeing his baby's slit.
"But she pushed, you said," Marnie pouted. Unconsciously, she also humped her ass toward the big cock.
"Yeah, but I backed away," her dad said. "Thought of you!"
Without warning, he put his finger between the wet lips of her pussy, into her hidden aperture, sinking it in among the soft, sloppy folds of membrane and tender muscle. There was an immediate clutch on his knuckle, but not like the ferocious nip as he had tried to get his cock in. He moved the finger from side to side. There was room here.
"You take my finger, but close out my cock," he said.
Marnie looked stricken. "Maybe I'm scared," she said. "Look how long it is-lay it against me, from my slit on up. It reaches to my stomach. Could I be afraid of getting hurt?"
Her father got her up and stood her by the mirror in profile. His prick was hard and erect, rising up at about a forty-degree angle. "It doesn't go up you," he said, "but into you. At about this angle." His throat clogged with desire. He could see that, even this way, all that hard meat might not get into that little body. Her sheath, stretched little if any, would be too short to take him. If he plunged all the way, and if it stretched enough for all his cock to go in, it would hit the lower curve of her spine. The thought, for some reason, made him turn her to him and pull her against his extended tool.
He tossed her onto the bed, and she laughed up at him.
"Come on," she said, "I'm game to try it! I'm not scared!"
He rolled in beside her, pulling the tube of lubricant out from under the pillow. He brought the rubbers out, too, and looked at her. "Know what these are?" he asked.
"I've seen them; Buzzie and I found them years ago."
"You and Buzzie?" he almost shouted. "Years ago?" Suddenly, he thought he had an idea where her maidenhead had gone, and his heart was touched. "You and Buzzie have a great understanding, don't you?" he asked softly.
"If you mean have we been screwing right along," Marnie said sharply, "the answer is no. We used to. Until you made us ashamed of ourselves!"
She felt somewhat less than honest, but this was as far as she would go, at least now.
Her dad shook his head, his face a study. A boy of ten, a cock three inches long-plenty to do away with the tender little virginity of an eight-year-old girl.
"Maybe I'd better put one of these on," he said, still holding the rubbers. Of all the times in his life when he didn't want a rubber between his sensitive flesh and its hot, wet resting place, it was now. But Marnie took his hard tool and smiled at him.
"I borrowed a Pill from Laura," she whispered. "Two or three of them. Tomorrow, I'll get Doc Nobis to give me a supply. We don't have to worry."
She looked so sweet, so wise, so grown up, that Dale's heart almost turned over. "My baby!" he whispered. He threw the box on the floor, put her hand on his cock. "Here," he said, handing her the K-Y lubricant. "Put a lot of this on Old Faithful." He lay on his back as she slathered the jelly on the head and down the stem. "Now, give it to me and open up."
He pressed his fingers, loaded with the K-Y, into the warm little split. Her own juices, rich and fragrant, were almost as slick, but he noted with a surge of triumph, that three of his fingers crowded into the tight gap. He was so excited that he had to force his thoughts into logical order.
"My plan is simple," he said to Marnie, trying not to pant. "Instead of me trying to force my way into you, you are going to get your pussy over, onto, around, and down my cock! Get up on me, knees here, with your body up a little."
His body was so wide, in comparison to her small size, that her childish rump was spread far apart, and her flushed and laughing face ducked to look under herself, to see the juxtaposition of her split and his huge rod. She shuddered, but when he whispered "Don't be afraid!" she answered, "I'm not scared. I'm dying of excitement!"
He adjusted the broad head of his tool, feeling it head right into the dark tightness of the little girl, and watched her expression with some concern as she let her dead weight go. For one painful moment, he thought that either his cock might bend or that his daughter would scream at being ripped open, but he should not have worried.
The slickness of the lubricant, the fact that Marnie, reassured by being in charge, was concentrating on getting his rod into her, made everything easier than he had hoped. To be sure, her tightness was incredible, but the mighty orgasm induced by Marnie's mouth had relieved him of any possibility of premature ejaculation. His cock's bigness, her juvenile dimensions, simply gave them both the extreme of pleasure.
It was amusing that his daughter's belly did not quite meet his. She was flushed with effort, looking strained, and her body moved slightly, up and down.
"There's something wrong," she gasped. "I don't think it's all in. I'm not touching you yet!"
Her movements were giving him the most unbelievable feelings throughout his cock, but she was so far from being all the way onto it that he could, by reaching, get his lips to her little titties. He gave one of them a suck like she had given him, and there was a violent flutter of movement in the warm sheath that clutched his organ.
"Oh, Dad!" she screamed. "I'm coming again!" to hold her tightly; she was thrashing wildly, and her spasm lasted a long time. When she relaxed against him, her trembling ass still above him, impaled on his prick, he patted her on her buttocks, and both of them gasped as another inch of cock went into her.
She raised her head, nervous but trying to smile. "What happened?" she asked. "I felt like I was choking-now I'm more used to it. Ooohh!" she cried faintly as another flutter of inner muscle struck both of them. "I think I'm splitting!"
She began to suck furiously on his nipples, and in his excitement, he lunged up with his body. There was a hard, smooth something pressing on his cock, and he knew he had stretched her until he could penetrate to her cervix. It felt like a small, hard apple, and he grinned inwardly, thinking of the childish size of this organ which would, some day, open to bring forth a baby. Her vagina would, he knew, stretch more and more as time went on; eventually their mounds would grind together. For now, her clitoris would have to do with the pressure of stretched membrane as his great cock dragged all the outer genitalia along as it plunged in.
The thought of this loving brutality, of his little girl stretched almost to the point of injury, brought a surge of nervous feeling into his cockhead. The throb made the tiny girl jump and cry out, and she twisted in the throes of another orgasm, her thighs clasping his heavy body in rapture.
"I think that one drained me," she whispered, lying spent on his chest, her long yellow hair streaming over him. "I don't think I can move again." She laughed happily and jogged her body up and down. "Jesus!" she whispered. "It's in a lot deeper. Oh, wow! It's hitting something-it's like making me faint. Or sick, except it feels so good!"
He rubbed the small, perfect back, smiling with love, then took both his hands and, grasping her buttocks, gave her pelvic area a slow rotary movement, feeling his cock strike every inch of her trembling inner self. He held her in a way so that he could slap her cervix against his hard cock, and at each blow, she moaned, higher and higher, until she began to scream weakly, unable to move, unable to keep from coming.
"See?" he chuckled, when she lay quiet and limp at last, whimpering in spent ecstasy. "You still had a big come left. Lie still, now. and get ready for another."
"I can't!" she sobbed. "One more, and I'm dead!"
"No way. Your clit, your lips, your entire pussy is so sensitive right now that one movement and you'd come again. But let's lie still. We'll talk about something else and you'll see how you get back to normal. Remember, I've still got to come-you don't want to miss that?"
"Don't! I'll come again! Talk about something else!"
"Okay, you mentioned Laura. She gave you the Pill? Did she steal them from her mother?"
Marnie raised her head. "Oh, no," she said in surprise. "Laura's been on the Pill for a year!"
It was Dale's turn to be surprised, but he hid it. "How old is she? Your age?"
Marnie nodded, her long hair tickling Dale's skin. "She started to fuck even before she menstruated. Her boobs are terrific! She's got real hair on her cunt. Not fuzz, like me!"
Dale squeezed his daughter. "I've noticed Laura's boobs," he said dryly. "Who wouldn't? But of course I've never had the pleasure of seeing her cunt."
"Ho-ho!" Marnie laughed. "You sound like you'd like to."
In confident laughter, Dale said, "What do you think? Of course I'd like to see her cunt. But would you like that?"
Marnie sat straight up, and Dale's cock, as hard as ever, took an awful strain. Dying from too much sex ten minutes ago, the blonde child was now happily impaled, throbbing gently.
"I'd love to get you any girl you want, Daddy!" she said. "How could I be jealous of you? I couldn't lose you."
"Okay, I'd love to fuck Laura," Dale smiled. "And that may be the understatement of the year. What else? You asked if I was bigger-if my prick was bigger-than average. Yes, I think so. Not much, but even a little is important to a little girl like you."
Marnie lay down on him again, this time in love and lust. She hugged him tightly, rubbing her face on his sweating and hairy chest, licking furiously. "You were right, Daddy," she whispered. "I'm hot again."
"I was going to ask you, why the glass?" Dale said. "And you swallowed every drop of my wad. My semen. Girls-women-don't generally do that."
There was a violent tremor inside his daughter, a sort of quaking that seemed to go beyond mere vaginal flutters. She held him, moaning and moving slightly. "You made me come again," she said. "Just thinking of it. Oh, Dad, it's the taste! The slickness, it's so rich! Doesn't every woman swallow it? Oh, the fools! Ooohh!" Her little body shook and soft muscles frigged up and down his cock. He was very close to losing it.
"What about this afternoon? My cum, I mean?"
"I scooped it up in my hands and licked it in. All I could get!" Marnie laughed, her eyes brighter. She ran her tongue around her teeth. "What went on the cover and dried, I tried to scrape up. It didn't work." She made a face.
A brand-new blast of excitement swept Dale. "Okay, baby," he said huskily. "There's a new load coming-I'll see you don't miss any of it." His heart was full of pride. Not one woman in fifty thousand, he would gamble, owned this ultimate test of sex heat-the hunger for raw, hot semen.
"Stretch out," he whispered. "Put your legs between mine!"
His load had already started up from his balls, heralded by a sweep of pleasure-pain in his cock, a deep throb that startled the girl. His heavy arm pressed her against him, his legs closed on hers.
It was lucky, for this climax sent her into a wilder orgasm than ever. In fuck-frenzy, she writhed and bucked, her movements drawing every last drop from his depleted balls. But the muscular milking inside her kept on and on. When it stopped, she raised her head, sweat rolling down her cheeks, and looked her love at him. "I'm afraid to get off," she said. "Afraid I'll lose your cum."
He rolled her over, resting his weight on his elbows and knees, and bent to give one final suck to her breasts. She laughed, too, but did not move. "I've had it," she said. "What now?"
He pulled out quickly, the friction bringing an agonized cry from her, and quickly raised her bottom. There was a wide smudge of mingled cum in the crack of her ass, and this he licked up grinning at her protest. "I like it, too," he said.
He had the glass, now, and he sucked at he open twat, getting a mouthful of slickness and fragrance. But when he lifted the glass, Marnie cried out, and raised her arms to him.
He understood, and held her cradled in his arms, their lips joined, while she slowly sipped the hot mixture-his semen, her juice, his spit-from his mouth. Then, with her squatting over his mouth, he drained her, and they lay in each other's arms, letting her grow drunk on cum.
At last she sat up and looked at him. "Wanna fuck some more?" she asked. "How about a nice suck-off, mister?"
He pinched a small breast. "It's called a blow-job," he smiled, and was not surprised when she giggled. Of course she knew it already.
"Listen," she said, "what about Miss Adrian? She's been nice to me. Every time I go in the library, she's nice. You could fuck her. Why don't you?"
"You think she'd be any good?"
The little girl nodded wisely. "If she wants to as bad as you say, she'd have to be good," Marnie affirmed. "Anyhow, what's good or bad about fucking? If you like somebody, isn't that what counts? Don't you like Miss Adrian?"
"Sure. She's all right. I've just been, you know, afraid of making a commitment. And Grace is very intense."
Marnie's own young face looked intense. "God!" she said. "I'll bet she'd be a great fuck. And you wouldn't need to ever marry her."
She waited for Dale's look of curiosity, and then put her soft, fuck-scented hand on his lips. "Just let her know you're fucking me," she laughed. "You dirty old beast! That'd turn her off." She rocked with laughter.
She wanted to sleep with him all night, but on that score he was adamant. At last she left, pouting, but grinned at him with earthy understanding as she shut his door.
He sat on the-edge of the bed, contemplating his used-up prick, their combined cums drying on its soft skin. He looked up at the mirror, smiling foolishly.
He heard a door open, there was a short time of quiet, and another door opened and was closed softly. Buzzie!
He stopped to think. A lot of screaming going on. God, how hot, how unbelievably hot that sweet little baby was! He tried to count how many times she had turned herself inside out with a shouting orgasm. No way to be sure. Two or three times, just lying on his belly, with her cunt wrapped around his tool. Jesus! Buzz must have heard.
Well, they'd been friends a long time, Buzz and Marnie. He thought of them as parted lovers and laughed. Just kids, but they had really had some experiences.
He thought he heard another scream, and laughed. With her little twat so raw and ready, Buzz could keep her shooting it all night.
With some pride, he patted his cock. Withered now, but tomorrow would be different.
As he went to sleep, he had thoughts of that dark, voluptuous kid, Laura, with that big puff of black hair on her pussy, her big tits. Marnie had said "I'll watch you!"
He heard a burst of laughter from Marnie's room. He smiled.
"What the hell," he said aloud. "She's keeping it in the family!"
Chapter Four
Some women seem to court unattractiveness as a measure of self-protection. No makeup, hair slicked over the head and gathered in a bun at back, big glasses, tinted to hide any possible glint of life in the eyes. And shapeless suits, skirts a bit too long.
Grace Adrian, twenty-seven years old, with hair an even lighter blonde than Marnie's, with large, soft breasts, aching to be squeezed, and with blonde-furred cunt swollen with desire almost every waking hour, followed the pattern.
Since months before the first hair had sprouted below her navel, she had been pursued and tormented by an inner heat, by fantasies of unlimited fucking, a surrealistic dream of ten-acre fields planted in hard pricks.
Being a librarian was worse than being a teacher. Teachers seldom see adults who aren't in their profession. But in Oakdale Public Library, she was in a goldfish bowl eight hours of every day. She was obsessed with her needs, equally obsessed with protecting herself against them and their wildness. And today, she was really jumpy. A quick trip to the washroom, two fingers quickly, roughly smashing her clitoris into a relieving orgasm had left her only partly satisfied. Really jumpy!
"She's a sweet lady, Rod," Buzz Goodwin said, shouldn't call her an old cunt. But she really is jumpy.'
Rod, a head taller than Buzzie, dark where Buzz was fair, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled, laughed shortly. "She's damned near thirty," he said. "I'll bet she's got a cunt like a cow!"
"She's pretty, if she'd take those glasses off and let her hair down," Buzz insisted.
"Bullshit! Old and withered. Wrinkled all over!" Rod's knowledge of female anatomy over sixteen was distorted.
"She gave me a hug behind some of the stacks today," Buzz said. "Her tits are big and warm and soft. And she smells nice; she smells like Marnie." He realized that the similarity was not from soap or scent. That smell was hot cunt! It was a new thought, and exciting.
"Oh, great!" Rod said sarcastically. "She hugged you. Did she slip her hand in your pants?"
"Naw, shit, you know better," Buzz protested. "She likes me. She asked me if I looked on her as a mother-figure. You know my dad takes her out' don't you?"
"No shit? Does he bang her? Mother-figure. How about that?"
"It's no federal case," Buzz answered. "I think she was kidding, sort of. I told you, my dad dates her. Maybe she's joking about, like, suppose she becomes my mother."
"Stepmother," Rod answered absently. "No kin. You know something, Buzz? Old Lady Adrian's got hot nuts for you!''
Buzz hooted. "You really are out of your tree," he said. But he thought of those warm breasts longingly. And the aroma.
"Look," Rod said, "the same stuff that makes mothers also makes babies, see? And make babies, what is that? Fucking. Even big tits are glands, sex glands. You dig?"
With a keen knowledge of the delicious sensitivity in his sister's firm breasts, Buzz nodded. He grinned. "I already told you I'd fuck anything that was hot and hollow," he said. "How do you figure I ask Miss Adrian? Without getting killed."
They were under one of the many big trees which make the Oakdale Library grounds a showplace. Some sixty feet away was the building, its west side holding the rays of an afternoon sun. Rod looked at it and thought.
"It's a few minutes to closing time," he said. "Wait until two minutes to five, then go in. Hide, sort of. Miss Adrian will go into that inner room to wash up, get her bag, maybe take a piss, you know?"
"So then what?" Buzzie's voice almost broke with interest.
"You make like you don't know a damned thing. Get it? Not anything. She's sitting down, right? And you walk up close, no matter what she says. And you hang your head and say, real low: 'Miss Adrian, would you hug me again?' Wow! This will really do it to her!"
Buzz grinned. "Do I grab for a tit? Put my hand on her twat?"
"No, you damned fool! She's not some dumb kid like Jan Arvin. You got to stay cool, man. You hang onto her, see? You press against her tits, and you say-let's see, now."
His eyes narrowed, he snapped his fingers. "Hold her around the waist, you're already doing that, right? So now, after mashing her tits, you lean back and look right at her. You and she are about the same height, so your crotch is against hers.
Remember that. Think of your cock being against her snatch. And you kind of choke up, and you say: 'Oh, Miss Adrian, could I-could I-see one of these?" And then you mash your face against a tit again. You're embarrassed, see?"
Buzz laughed nervously. "I'm embarrassed, all right," he agreed. "Christ, all of a sudden I'm hot! What can she do? Kill me? Report me?"
Rod patted him. "Good kid," he said. "Boy, once you got some confidence, you sure went into orbit! You sure you want to do this? I started out halfway kidding."
Buzz grinned over his shoulder, looked at the big clock on the building, and went in.
He stood in a shadowed corner by the door until Miss Adrian came and turned the "Sorry, we're closed" sign to the public, and bolted the door. He gave her three minutes, and boldly walked into her private office, although he managed to look fussed without acting. She sat open-mouthed, holding a shoe in her hand, and then smiled as Buzz came close to her.
"Please, Miss Adrian," he whispered, "don't be mad. I had to see you." Great, he thought, I'm doing great! He felt a tear gather in his eye. She put a hand out to him and he took it. It was soft and smooth and warm. Like a girl's. If he had had more experience, he would have known it was a hand which spelled "Sex" with a capital "S".
She rose instantly, and he felt equal to her, age or no age, looking almost directly into her eyes. Her glasses were off, and he saw they were a deep green, warm and living.
"Buzz, dear Buzzie," Grace Adrian said. "What is it? What do you want?" You're sweet and lovable and masculine, her mind said. Living with it, day in and day out, she was not conscious of the warm odor Buzz had noticed, but she felt a glow of warmth between her legs.
"Please," Buzz said almost in a whisper, "would you hug me again? It was so nice."
He had heard her breathing as he stood close to her, and now he leaned down as she reached for him. How had she gotten his head against her tits a while ago? Must have been on one of those carpet-covered blocks they used to reach higher.
He really burrowed into the yielding softness, and in a close-up, saw a bulge of soft flesh rise above her blouse as he nuzzled against her. He moaned, knowing he should show some feeling for his next bit of dialog, and she hugged him tighter. Amazingly, he felt a hardness rise in that pillow of luxurious resilience. Her nipple! By God, she was hot!
He wasted no time, pulling away from the aroused breast. Old Rod was right-his crotch was right against hers. God, he already had a hard-on. He hoped she felt it.
She did, but did not sort it out from the chaos of feeling that was already torturing her before Buzz appeared. It was just another twist of the screw that hurt her in such a damnably wonderful sort of pain. Buzzie's eyes dropped from hers to the V-neck of her blouse. As always, her first move after bolting the door had been to unfasten her bra; it hooked at the front, and now her breasts were unfettered. Only one layer of sheer fabric had been between them and this young boy's warm cheeks, his even warmer breath. She-had liked him for years, because he loved to read, he was handsome, he had good manners. Now, she realized with a rush of heat between her legs, in the closeness of her panty hose and panties, he was not a child, but a man.
He did not have to carry on Rod's rigmarole any longer. With no reason except sexual need, she gently pushed the surprised youth back, quickly loosened his belt, found the hook that held the waistband of his slacks, and ran his zipper down.
Buzz stood transfixed as her wonderful hands handled his cock so gently, and he was a bit shocked to see this quiet and timid woman smile as she rolled the foreskin back.
"Buzzie," she whispered, "would you like to undress me? Did you want to get your face into my breasts? Here," she said, quickly dropping her shapeless skirt, "roll down my panty hose. You can get my panties at the same time!"
Blood drummed in the boy's ears. That Rod really knew something. But not as much as he thought he knew. This older woman's body was flawless. The milk-white skin, delicately marked by blue veins in breast and belly-now that he was skinning those ridiculous panty hose down-was as smooth and firm as Marnie's. She had taken off her blouse and bra, and her breasts were free, their weight making them move slowly. And that profuse growth of silky blonde hair, some of it dark with moisture near the point where it went between her thighs, was more interesting than the girls he had already fucked.
Now it was he who almost panicked, but she held him tightly, closing her eyes as she kissed him, her tongue going into his mouth and raising his heat.
He had a triumphant moment as he helped her, nude, lie down on the wide, padded bench, and saw the flow of juice on her thighs as he gently pried them apart.
She lay with one forearm over her eyes, breathing in a faster rhythm, but put one hand out to him, fumbling for his cock. He jumped away. He was so hot, his hard-on was so vibrant, and now, of all times, he didn't want to shoot this load before he could prove his manhood to Miss Adrian.
"Easy," he soothed her as he got one knee on the bench, "don't touch it yet." He felt a sort of liking, of kinship with this unexpectedly vulnerable woman. "I'm scared I'll come too quick for you," he said honestly.
She removed the shielding forearm from her eyes and flashed the sweetest smile he had ever seen. "Put it in slow," she said kindly. "It'll go in easy. I'm not all that small, and I'm coming already." Her voice broke on the last word or two, and she lunged desperately.
Buzz aimed his cock at the pinkness he saw between her soft outer lips, and found himself embraced in softness, heat, and a gently pulsing clutch of very wet pussy.
Buzz, panicky that he might shame himself by coming too soon, felt a surge of manly pride at his control, and at the sinuous writhings of a grown woman. He was making her come, by God, and she was holding him as though she'd never let go.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him and he smiled back.
"That was wonderful," the librarian said, not at all in her librarian voice. "But you didn't make it. Am I too big for you? I can squeeze very hard if you like." She made a small face of concentration, and Buzz felt a marvelous surge of gentle pressure around his cock, like a big, toothless mouth him.
"You're wonderful, Miss Adrian," he said, half angry at Rod. "You're beautiful. Honest!"-He handled her breasts, picking them up from where they lay along her ribcage, noting the size and hardness of her nipples. "Beautiful!" he burst out. "And your cu- I mean, your whatchacallit."
She laughed and put her hands on his cheeks. "Were you going to call it my cunt?" she asked. "Why not? It's good to hear man-talk. What about my cunt? You like it, even if it is so big and loose?"
He lay down on her, and moved his prick in and out, kissing her, sucking her tongue. There was a magnificent feeling, so slick and loving and hot that his cock throbbed. He moved hard against her, and his pubis ground against the overhanging flesh above her clit. He was very big for such a young boy, and the itchy pressure, the churning bar of muscle, the feel of simply being fucked rang Miss Adrian's bell. Very loud.
She almost choked with happiness as she exploded in a gentle, long-lasting orgasm, hugging Buzzie, conscious of the warm, smooth feel of him against her thighs, the way he filled her cunt, and the intensity of sensation as his belly continued to grind against her hidden clitoris. There was a steady flow of cum pumping out of the pink slash where his cock soaked and moved, and she groaned in hot luxury as Buzz pulled at her breasts. If he would only bite them!
He knew an odd sort of hunger as his belly slipped on hers, and still he deferred. "Please, Miss Adrian," he breathed, "do you like to have it-your cunt, I mean-do you like to have it licked? Sucked on?"
In all her life, in the many hit-and-run situation which were all her upbringing permitted, Grace Adrian had not known the joys of cunnilingus. Men who zero in on Miss Adrian's type are either square to start with, or leery of trouble. She had read of it, dreamed of it, often masturbated with a cream-soaked pad of fine sponge rubber. She almost fainted, but she nodded, and let her thighs droop away, so that she was wide open.
Losing his cock was a blow, but his hot young face made up for it. She squirmed, heaved, pushed her streaming twat at him, wishing she were cavernous enough to take his entire head into her hungering vagina. And Buzz knew what to do. His sister, with her concern for him, had taught him where all of it "was at," in her phrase, where the hot spots lay in those red cushions of flesh. He sucked first in the moving hole where a cluster of hairs spread from the thick cuntlips down around her clutched asshole, even in a criss-cross on her thighs. She grabbed at him in helpless feeling, unable to bear the pleasure, and he struck up swiftly, finding her large, hard clitoris poking out of a ballooning mouthful of swollen inner lips.
She had expressed her coming in measured and sensuous timidity, but now she threw her body up, wagged her belly, her buttocks, all of her lower body, in mad rhythms, so that the pleased and startled Buzzie had to lock his arms around her thighs to keep his face in her pussy. Very suddenly, sensing her feeling for him, he was grateful that she should plainly admire him. It would have shocked him to know that he wanted her admiration; that he had made her a mother-figure; that he was sucking off his deputy mother.
He leaped a foot as a hand touched his naked shoulders, and a voice hissed, "Move over, Buzz want some of that!"
He turned angrily toward Rod, and" Miss Adrian, sitting up with a shocked look, cried, "Get your ass out of here, Rod Mackin! You want me to call the police?"
The big boy grinned and began taking off his clothes.
"Sure," he said, letting his cock out of his shorts as he dropped his slacks. "Call 'em! I want to report a librarian for contributing to the delinquency of a minor!"
Buzzie, whose cock had suddenly lost its starch from being so startled, hissed, "Get out of here, you son of a bitch, or I'll get you, myself!" Miss Adrian's heart thrilled with love, but there was that maleness, that hard, throbbing prick, and that big, muscular body. Not as big as Buzzie's, that interloping cock, but still-two of them!
She made a face of mutinous acceptance as Rod pushed the sulking Buzz aside, but her seething cunt gladly went around it, loved it, and she was still coming just a little, so Rod got the sloshy, warm welcome.
"That's the trouble with a wet deck," he growled. "Lord, kid, you must have come a gallon!" He pulled out, drawing a cry from the librarian, and pushed his prick at her mouth. "Here, suck it!" he said. "I've got to get his load off my balls or I'll go nuts! I was watching," he grinned at Buzz. "You're a great operator. She must have been tighter when you got into her, huh?"
Buzz was angry enough to cry. He reached for a heavy ruler on a table. "Get away from her!" he cried. "I mean it, Rod! I'll break your skull!" Miss Adrian felt more secure than ever. " quiet, Buzz," she said. "He has us where he wants us. But I won't suck that nasty thing," she said. "And if I'm loose, it's because Buzz is so much bigger than you! He is! Baby-prick!"
The big boy twiddled his cock, looking at the exciting body spread before him, the gorgeous tits, the bare belly, the rounded thighs. "Listen, Buzz," he said placatingly, "don't be mad. I was only kidding when I said you ought to come in here-I never thought you liked her all that much. But look, kid, I've got to fuck! I've got to! And she likes you. We can both get into her at one time. You ever heard of a sandwich?"
Buzzie's heart sank. He knew what Rod meant. Miss Adrian, suddenly so precious to him, would have to undergo the debasement, the pain, of being fucked in the ass. It was vile! But his cock had already leaped at the lascivious idea. He looked at' Miss Adrian and saw a spasm of feeling on her face. How could he detect lust? His heart went out to her, but his prick was rising.
"Could you stand such a thing?" he asked, miserable because he hoped she would say yes.
The woman clutched his hand, put it in the slippery folds between her legs, and bounced her clitoris against his thumb. "Lie on the floor," she said. "On the rug. I'll get on top!"
She was humping into another come as soon as she wrapped her pussy around the blond boy's prick, and Rod, cursing, was jabbing at her moving anus with no success. When she slowed, his glans struck it, and she screamed. "I'm too dry!" she cried.
He sopped up his fingers full of the warm goo that ran from her weeping cunt, until his prick was bathed in it. His face was twisted as he put the head firmly against the puckered ring and gritted, "Here I come!"
The slickness, perhaps the relaxation that had come momentarily after Buzzie's cock had filled her, made all the difference. Rod's cock went into her with a rush of pain and pleasure. She remembered having read somewhere that the rectum is filled with highly erotic nerves. Gaspingly, she acknowledged it with her body. And the two cocks seemed to be in the same hole; she had the feeling they were rubbing together, in a feeling that was profoundly sick, profoundly wonderful.
Every nerve in her seething pussy was tuned to a painfully marvelous pitch; being the "meat" in the sandwich, she was free to move, to ride violently on Buzzie's dick, to waggle her ass as Rod drove in and pulled out; she truly felt that there was a burning flame inside her as she felt her orgasm begin. It swelled, it caught fire, it exploded in a series of muscular flurries which forced Rod to hang on. The linings of both her rectum and her vagina gripped and tugged, and, when the two pricks began to jerk out their staccato throbs, and a hot bath of jism washed her bowels as well as her cunt, she yielded to its impossible pleasure and fell on her side.
They were all so pleased with themselves that ill humor vanished. Convinced that Miss Adrian had consented to the troilism only because of Rod's threats, Buzz felt as much strange love for her as before, plus a deep sympathy for her helplessness. He brought water and sponged the streaks of cum from between the cheeks of her butt, smiling, making a secret resolve to try this new way, perhaps tonight with his sister.
He even slapped Rod on his muscled hip to show there was no ill feeling-after all, if it had not been for Rod, he would never have dived into an adventure so far out of his age bracket or his experience.
"I love you, Buzzie," the librarian whispered to him, surprising him as he dressed. Rod was gone, out the window, grinning at them both, and Miss Adrian, with her blouse on but not buttoned, was trying to hook her bra.
In a rush, Buzz felt truly as he had pretended to feel; his desire for those breasts, those nipples now subsiding as his prick had, aroused him again, but this time in his mouth. He leaned toward the quiet, sweet-faced woman who had been so bright and wanton moments before, and bent to kiss her on those swelling mounds.
"Oh, Buzzie, my darling!" Miss Adrian held him close, using her hand to milk the breast he was sucking. "My baby! My wonderful, motherfucking baby!"
He pushed down her panty hose and panties blindly, his face buried in the warm tittie, and buried his hand in the reeking flesh of her cunt, its lips opening in new heat.
She moved his face to her other breast, its nipple seeking his sucking mouth, and again he felt that slow movement in her cunt muscles, the weaving of hips and ass.
She staggered back as the orgasm hit her, and Buzzie, filled with new affection, kissed her once on the mouth, swallowing her tongue.
"You're not big and loose at all, Miss Adrian," he whispered. "You're wonderful and hot and-well, you're great!"
He remembered her saying his cock was bigger than Rod's. He was full of pride and grinning when he met his friend under the trees, and they moved off toward home in the twilight.
Chapter Five
There are small, neat signs on the Oakdale Library grounds that say, tritely, "Please do not walk on the grass," but Buzz Goodwin and Rod Mackin naturally ignored the signs.
They were not. unobserved. Henry Jacoby, sixtyish, a bit overweight, conscientious in discharging his responsibilities as chairman of the library board, saw the unlawful act, but dignity forebode that he should shout. But Nick Sinclair, a young and serious police officer, holding duty above dignity, not only raised his hard voice at the boys but ran a few steps in their direction.
Both Jacoby and Sinclair were halfway across the grounds, and Rod and Buzzie, grinning at the establishment reaction, simply faded from sight around some shrubbery, and the board chairman and the fuzz came together in aroused good will. Jacoby was pleased at the act of enforcement, Sinclair at being observed in his duties. Their smile was mutually warming.
"That darned Rod Mackin!" Sinclair exclaimed. "A rough kid; I'm afraid I may have to give him a real bust one of these days." He stroked the front of his khaki uniform shirt.
Henry Jacoby frowned. "Mackin, eh?" he said severely. "A wild boy. On the brink of trouble. Sex, you know."
The young officer clenched jaw and fist.
"Terrible," he said sternly. "Those poor little high school girls!" He was almost blinded at the thought of a big, good-looking, bold kid like young Mackin, and the ease with which he could cop almost any of those soft, clean, hot-dripping young cunts he wanted.
Jacoby, his mind on the young breasts swinging free under tank tops, the round and sweetly spreading asses in their miniskirts and hot pants, looked at Sinclair.
"Ah, yes," he answered dryly. "But my observation is that they're not so innocent, themselves. In every case of VD or pregnancy-and we have more than we ever dare make public-we find that the girls were, uh, sexually experienced before they made it to senior high!"
"Gee, Mr. Jacoby, I guess you hear all that stuff. You're on the school board, I know. But I thought the board-you know, unless it was top-level business-never dealt with the kids." I'd like to deal with a few of them, he thought. I'd like to spread a dozen of those hot little chicks in a row, and eat their pussies until they creamed all over my face!
He floundered out of this breathtaking reverie to find Jacoby looking at him strangely. "You okay, Officer Sinclair?" the older man asked. "I was saying that sex-not just in the schools, but every where, is getting worse, worse, worse!"
"Oh, yeah-I mean yes, sir! I agree. And more of it. Do you think that those two boys were hanging around the library?"
"Doubt it! Doubt it seriously! Look-the closed sign is on the door, lights out except in the back office." He looked at his watch. "Miss Adrian's a careful young lady, commendable type, credit to the community. Depend on her to keep order. Yes, indeed!"
The two men parted, each carrying his own thoughts. "That was Buzz Goodwin with Mackin," Jacoby muttered to himself. "He's always been a good kid; hope he stays that way!"
He looked up in surprise as the library door opened and Miss Adrian came out, pausing to lock up. He was of an age to know that shapeless suits with too-long skirts had been known to cover hot and unexpected treasures. But not in this case, he surmised. A treasure as a librarian, a nothing as a piece of ass, that would be Henry Jacoby's guess.
The treasure, bemused and sopping wet from the rich fire still glowing inside her, steered her small car aimlessly, unwilling to take the reality of her shining experience back to her sterile apartment. Oh, Buzzie, she thought. //you were only there to meet me!
There was a sudden stab of itch in her rectum. Those wonderful, crazy boys! That devil, Rod Mackin! Blackmail her, would he? If only she could blackmail him. It would be heaven to have those two boys drop in at closing time every afternoon! But that wasn't too likely. Miss Adrian also thought of the ripening females at school. Hot little bitches! Every one of them puckery, itchy, hot to trot. She sighed. No way an old-maid librarian could hold hot boys like Buzz and Rod.
She was on the north side, driving aimlessly. From her memory of library cards with names and addresses, she knew she was on the Goodwin's street. Buzz! Not like Rod at all.
She was afraid of Dale. Mad at him, too. He knew she was hot. Not many men in Oakdale even guessed it. But she wanted him so badly, and his interest-well, he took her out to dinner now and then; asked her along for company when he had to drive up to Orange County on a night call. Lately, he had put his arm around her, talking about his kids. Did that mean he thought of marrying again? Getting them a new mother? The other night-what did that mean? His hand on her leg, suddenly slipping warmly, heavily, toward her pussy.
And she had blown it by her stupid eagerness. "I did everything but shove it in his face," she whispered aloud, her face warm with the memory. "I'd like to kick him!"
There was a light on in the Goodwin living room, but no car in the driveway. The enormous lot, covered with old trees and thick shrubbery, stood square and solid at the far curve of a semicircular driveway. Someone was at home. Not Dale. He must be off on a night call. It could be Buzzie!
She had not been thinking clearly from the moment she had looked up and seen Buzz at the door to her office. Now, her chaotic thoughts focused on that lighted room in the Goodwin home, and she turned in without thinking. She felt no need for concealment or rationalization; she stopped her car at the broad steps, got out, opened the screen door and stepped inside.
Her heart leaped. In a shadowy corner, bent over a book, a small flaxen head showed above the back of the chair. Her glasses were in her purse, but she saw clearly enough.
Confident and smiling, she walked to the chair, bent low, put her arm around the slight figure, and bestowed a warm, sloppy kiss on a smooth cheek. And immediately, she was in a worse chaos.
There was no mistaking one thing-when her arm had gone around the small body, her hand had rested, was still resting, on the gentle fullness of a girl's breast. Small but voluptuous, the nipple large and hard. And the face, turned with open mouth for a kiss, was not Buzzie's, but his sister's.
Too late to stop what had started, the two mouths came together, the two tongues locked and Marnie stood up, unable to restrain a deep instinct aroused by the contact of flesh.
If there was a time of panic, it was very short. The two females, one twelve, one twenty-seven, but both feeling amazingly equal, drew apart but held on to each other. Marnie's eyes were boldly amused; Miss Adrian's hot and inquiring.
"Marnie! It's so silly-I thought you were Buzz! He asked me to order a book from the main county library-I was in the neighborhood . . ." Miss Adrian's voice trailed off as she realized no explanation was necessary.
The young girl looked at her older friend curiously. "I thought you were Buzz, too. That's why I turned around and-say, listen, Miss Adrian, you sort of surprised me. Will you do something for me? Will you kiss me again?"
The blonde librarian, an electric sensation in her shoulder muscles, opened her arms. She was taller than Marnie, but their breasts seemed to find each other. Again, with open mouths and slippery tongues, they probed the sensuous areas in each other's mouths. There was another rush of hot juice from Grace Adrian's hidden cunt, and in comfortable expectancy, she reached down with both hands to delve between the smooth little buttocks of the girl she was kissing. / knew it! she thought triumphantly. She's as hot as I am!
They disengaged their mouths and Miss Adrian had an odd thought; / wish she was my size, and I was small. In her mind, she knew the reason. This was Lesbianism. Or if not, something very like it. And something, God only knew what, made her want to be the passive partner.
Marnie clung to her, looking intent, and suddenly said, "Buzz is out with Rod Mackin, and Dad's up in Santa Ana." She gave no reason for delivering an unsolicited answer. Instead, she reached for the same buttons which her brother had helped fasten not more than an hour before, drew a deep breath as she unhooked the front-opening bra, and keened a little cry of lust and admiration as the big, soft pillows of flesh swayed out. Miss Adrian was grateful for Marnie's size; the blonde child simply pursed her mouth and the librarian held a nipple to it. From the Gadens baby, Marnie knew how much suction a breast needed to feel full of pleasure elevated by pain. She possessed the instinct that told her Miss Adrian was soaring. She remembered the feel of the older woman's hands in the cleft of her sex; she whimpered on the fullness of breast, the thrust of hard nipple. And Miss Adrian had another reason to be grateful; an aggressor was chosen.
They almost ran up the stairs, Marnie pulling Miss Adrian, looking down over her shoulder, laughing like a child on the way to a treat.
"Undress me!" she ordered, when they were in her room. "Come on, Miss Adrian!" Her voice was that of a boss, and the incongruity of the respectful salutation made Grace laugh.
"Considering everything that's happened, or looks like it's happening, couldn't you call me Grace?" the woman asked. "After all, I'm not your mother-you didn't kiss my, uh, boobs to get nourishment, did you?"
The small girl laughed and hugged her partner. "Tits, Grace. Not boobs. I sucked 'em because I got so hot when you kissed me. And because they're big and hot and sexy enough to eat. Maybe some more reasons. I don't know!"
Strange doings that seemed both logical and sweet, regardless of any other considerations of age, or sameness of sex organs, or previous levels of acquaintanceship-Marnie knew it, Grace knew it.
"I love your cunt!" Marnie cried, looking up from her place between Grace's thighs, her cheeks shining with cum. "It's so open and slick and sweet!"
"It's so big and wet and sloppy," Grace said. "I'd be scared to marry a man-he might not like it."
Marnie turned and straddled Grace's face. "Shut up," she ordered. "You're crazy. Your cunt's wonderful, and so is mine. So suck it, suck, suck it!" Her voice ended in a groan as she felt the drive of Grace's tongue against her clit, the friction of smooth cheeks moving up, and anticipated the aching thrill of suction on her little prick. Her body shook in a prelude to orgasm, and she plunged deep into the warm, slippery sweetness of Grace's reddened labia.
"It's as good as a man's cum," the girl said triumphantly, raising her head to let the clear juice slide down her throat. She bent and sucked again, her arms around the strong thighs, her hands wet with juice. "Jesus! How I love it!"
Grace's arms pulled Marnie down again, the lure of the thick but hairless cuntlips too much to resist. "You hot little bitch!" she whispered.
"Come again for Mama!" Her own ass tingled and throbbed, the itchy fire still making her rectum an erotic center.
Inspired by her own strange area of heat, she raised her head and rimmed the tiny asshole with her tongue. She had never even considered such pleasure, not in her most perverted fantasies; now she rejoiced in her knowledge. As the puckered sphincter opened and closed, she nibbled at the tight ring of muscle, and was forced to hang on as Marnie leaped at the feel of teeth and tongue in the tender area.
The tiny girl screamed in the joy of orgasm, and Grace, near her limit, pulled the child down, rubbing the smooth buttocks, letting the flowing cunt rest with its lips open against her cheek.
"Okay, so I'm sexually precocious-is that what you said, Grace?" They were both sitting up, tailor-fashion, and Marnie fingered one of the pendent breasts on the other woman. "Maybe so, but every girl I know thinks about sex, like I do."
"Not many have the drive to do more than think, Marnie. You reached out for me. That took drive and courage."
"You reached out for me, too. There I was, studying, and-boom-there was this warm hand on my tit!"
Grace laughed. "And you thought I was Buzzie? With a hand on your tit? Come on!" Her heart began pounding.
Marnie straightened out her legs and leaned back on her arms. "So?" she asked, smiling. "It's no big surprise for a brother's hand to mash a girl's tit. Buzz is a great joker."
"And you always French-kiss. My, that's brotherly!"
"Oh, shit! All right. Buzzie and I love each other-any harm in that? What are you, some kind of detective?"
Grace moved over and hugged the girl hard. "I don't care what you and Buzzie do," she whispered. "If I were your mother, I'd want you to be, well, real. Human. The way you are!"
Marnie grinned. "You were beating around the bush about not wanting me to be a Lesbian. Now, you know I'm not. A Lez doesn't dig fucking men, right?"
Grace laughed. "I'm relieved," she teased. "And I'm not a Lesbian, either, but for now, you'll have to take my word. This girl stuff is wonderful-would you believe I've never done this with a girl but twice before? It's wonderful. But it can't compare with a hard, hot cock!"
"No way!" Marnie answered. "Wow! When Daddy shoots it-" She stopped dead, her face crimson, while Grace, shocked into silence, held her breath and stared.
"Damn you!" Marnie cried. "Don't look at me like that! Who are you to judge me? Or Daddy, either? He's had a rotten time, with Mom dead, and not knowing what to do. So I-we-" The tiny girl put her face in her hands, sobbing.
Grace held her and rocked her, the feel of the girl's body against her breasts warm and natural. "It's all right, baby!" she whispered. "It's all right! I wasn't critical, I was just surprised. He's so big, and you're so little." And young, she thought. What an experience for a kid.
Marnie looked up at the older woman. "You mean that, don't you?" she whispered. "Oh, Grace! Oh, am I ever glad I know you! God, if I'd said that-made that slip-to anyone else in the world! I'd just be dead, that's all!" She shuddered, the tears streaming down her face, and Grace felt a strange, painful glow in her cunt.
Determinedly, she got up off the bed. "Come on," she said. "Let's get dressed. I've got to go home, and you've got to have something to eat. I don't want you sinking into some dreadful depression. You sweet doll!"
Marnie looked at her, smiling faintly. "I wish you were my mother," she said suddenly. "Crazy! We could all have sex together. Grace, why don't you fuck my dad?"
The woman blushed furiously, and tears came to her eyes.
"He wouldn't look at me, with something-somebody, I mean-as young and pretty as you around. Me, with my big old sloppy pussy!"
Marnie hugged Grace. "Are you ever full of shit!" she exclaimed. "There's more to love than a tight cunt! You're a good person, Grace Adrian! You're sweet and direct and honest. And you've got the greatest body I ever saw. And you know something? Daddy would just love to get his cock into you!"
For the second time that day, in the presence of a naked member of the Goodwin family, Grace Adrian was putting on her clothes. "You're just saying that," she said, her pulse racing.
"I mean it, and I'll fix it, if you want me to," Marnie promised. "You'll be glad you haven't got a little-bitty hole. He's got a dick like a mule!"
They fell against each other, laughing, and Grace knew an unexpected feeling of peace as she left. She had not bothered to put her wet, clammy underpants back on, but she was too sated to leak.
But Marnie was as horny as ever, and remained that way even after a big bowl of hot soup and three glasses of milk.
"Grace never did it but once or twice," she whispered. "Nuts, I never did it in my life until tonight." But she thought of Laura's warm, chubby hand stroking between her cuntlips, of Laura fucking against her own thumb and finger, and she came to a decision.
During the ten minutes it took Laura to get there after Marnie's phone call, the blonde teen-ager explored and rejected a dozen approaches. At last she decided.
She was in her room, bare and lovely, when Laura's "Hello!" echoed in the hall, and she answered, "I'm in my room! C'mon up!"
She smiled at the breathless Laura, so dark and pretty, and said, "I've got two questions. Do you want to try something new and fun, like me eating your pussy and you eating mine? And number two, how quick can you undress?"
The darkly voluptuous child, locked in her tracks by the shock of an idea so powerful, looked down, closed her eyes, and trembled visibly. In a strained voice, she asked, "Isn't that, well, wouldn't we be queers?"
"If we never did anything but that," Marnie answered, "yes, maybe we'd be queers. Lesbians. But just doing it for fun-and still liking boys-men-better, then it is fun. Oh, come on, stupid!" she said. "Get with it! Like the man says, try it, you'll like it!"
As it turned out, all that Laura needed was the mildest push. And all she had on was her short dress. This wildness of purpose, Marnie's realization that she had been the instigator, made her feel and explore Laura's responsive genitals with an unusual tenderness and intuition.
"Right there, baby," she said softly, touching just below the dark girl's swollen clitoris with a finger lubricated in Laura's flowing pussy. "Is that your come-spot? Or here," she inquired, moving the finger up a bit, actually touching the throbbing bud itself. "Is it better here?"
She had a momentary envy of Laura's thick pelt of pubic hair, as broad and dense as a grown woman's, sprouting thickly from the big cuntlips, even growing down to form a prickly patch of tangled hairs around her friend's anus. But she was growing so hot from the sight of the moving red inner lips, the arousing scent of a red-hot pussy, that she forgot all control. She felt the hot breath of the other girl on her most inflammable flesh, was raised to heights of anticipation as Laura's fingers held her vulva open, and pushed her own licking tongue into the folds of slobbering membrane just as Laura seemed to take her entire cunt in to a luscious pressure of lips and teeth.
Neither saw a movement past Marnie's open door, even when Dale Goodwin, transfixed by the intense lasciviousness of two girls sucking each other's cunts, began to drop his garments to the floor, unable to take his eyes away from the occasional glimpses he got of Laura's twat, the wet red lips shining between the dark-haired lips, the tensing of thigh muscles as the well-built girl thrust her pussy at his daughter's devouring mouth.
The two girls were startled out of their wits when Marnie's father, now with his knees against the bed and his naked cock thrust out far and hard, said sharply, "What's going on here?"
While Marnie recovered quickly, looking at her dad with a wink, the visitor turned away with her face in the sheets and screamed, over and over, "She made me do it, Mister Goodwin! She made me do it!"
Dale had never been so glad for that insulating two-acre lot; the fearful child could have screamed through a bullhorn and not raised a rescuer, but her fear gave him a new idea, an added fillip for his desire.
He snarled at Marnie, "What kind of friends do you have?" and took Laura by her upper arms, shaking her until she quit screaming, pleased at the rubbery tumble of her breasts. "Open your eyes, Laura," he commanded. "Look at me! You know I can send you both to reform school, don't you?"
Marnie laid a hand on his arm, but he gave her a meaningful look, and she began to sob, "Oh, Daddy, it wasn't Laura's fault! Honest!"
And Laura said, tears shining on her round cheeks, "Please, Mister Goodwin, let me off! I'll do anything!" And at this, Dale promptly moved onto the bed, lying on his back, his cock waving in the air.
"Very good, Laura," he said. "We'll see if you mean that. I'll teach both of you to be so . . . so flagrant! We'll see if you deserve to be let off the hook!"
And it was Marnie who, taking the big cock in her little fist, said, "If Laura sucks you, Daddy, will you forgive us?"
It was all the frightened child could do to get the big head in her mouth, and she gagged a bit when Marnie pushed her face down on it, but the thrill of being forced to do something so marvelous took some of the panic away and Laura's cunt, warmed by Dale's fingers, continued to flow.
Under Marnie's inquiring look, Dale formed the word "fuck" with silent lips, pointing to the parted asscheeks near his hand, and Marnie asked plaintively, "Are you going to come in Laura's mouth?"
Laura jerked away and sat on her haunches, alarmed but pleased, but Dale said, "I'm going to teach Laura a lesson she won't forget-and she'd better do it! Laura," he said sternly, "you'll do as say. You hear?"
New tears rolled out. "Yes, Mister Goodwin, the child said, and Marnie, choking back a laugh, said, "I think Daddy wants to fuck you, Laura!"
Desire and fear swept the panting girl's face. She took the throbbing cock in her hand, obviously measuring its great size against what she knew of the limits of her cunt. "I'm scared," she whimpered. "Marnie, it'll kill me!"
Only the private joy of fucking by force, even if it were not physical rape, kept Dale Goodwin from reassuring the frightened girl. He knew her too well, from Marnie's accounts, to worry about damaging her either physically or emotionally; she would come out of this ordeal feeling triumphantly female. And the ancient lust of conquering was too good to pass.
With jovial brutality, he gripped one firm buttock. "Get up on me," he commanded, and the sniveling girl, her reluctance dissolving as her juvenile loins ached for this new experience, spread her thighs wide, not knowing what to do with her hands, fearing to be reprimanded by an elder in authority.
It was Marnie, eyes shining, who engineered it. Steering her friend, she got the palpitating little pussy, for which she now felt a hot sympathy until it was inches above her dad's prick, throbbing just above his hairy belly. "Now, Laura, raise your butt," she said, voice trembling. "Higher. There. Hold it." She grasped her father's prick firmly, mischievously pulling back on the foreskin, and held it up until the smooth head was between the slick red labia. Her other hand held the fully haired outer lips wide open. At Laura's rear, she saw with astonishment that her friend's anus was moving in a rhythm like a heartbeat, clenching and unclenching. She remembered the slickness of the K-Y jelly. With that slick stuff, could her dad get that enormous cock into her own tiny asshole? She shook with fever and closed her eyes, and Laura, her voice squeaky, asked, "What's the trouble? Marnie, where are you?"
"I'm here, baby," Marnie answered huskily. "Push down. Hard. Come on!" she cried. "Push!"
Laura moaned, "It's too big! It'll never go in!"
Dale spoke sharply. "Shut up! It's part way in! How does it look, Marnie? It feels okay. She's not as tight as you!"
There was the shock of complete stillness in the room. But Dale laughed; his blockbusting comment had been deliberate.
For a moment, Laura felt numb, but the overwhelming idea that her friend's father, an older man, an adult, a figure of respect and fear, had fucked his own daughter, almost blew her apart with lust. Far inside her young cunt, a muscle moved, and the good feeling made another muscle move with it. It loosened her frightened tension, and the big cock in her throbbed, a feeling of unbearable stretch and pleasure.
Goodwin's warm hands suddenly squeezed her firm titties, his lingers spread around her nipples which ran out, long and hard, as her fear changed to love, to laughter. At the same time, Marnie's hand on her cuntlips slid past the stretching cock and pressed hard on Laura's clit. She had been gradually opening, squeaky-tight though she was, savoring the feel of the entering prick, and now, no longer held back by childish fear of a grownup's anger, she fell on Dale's chest, kissing him with a woman's ardor and passionate strength. Her tongue seemed larger and stronger than it had ever been, and she knew that Marnie's cunt-squeezings would make the kiss all the better for the man under her. Concurrently, wringing her entire body in a welcome shock, she exploded into orgasm, her cunt going crazy in its spiraling up and down and around the hot organ churning in her guts. The fact that the big man's enormous load, building up as he had watched the searing cunt-sucking tableau, was shooting into her with force and volume enough to expand her already stretched cunt, brought her climax to white heat.
"Oh, good Jesus!" her girlish voice screamed. "Fuck me, Mister Goodwin, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her ass pounded down wildly until suddenly she went limp, lolling on Dale's broad chest, her head inert at his throat, mouth open, tongue out. Her cunt muscles continued to play gently around his sensitive cock, and he laughed deep in his throat.
He sat on the bed and grinned as his daughter, lusting for semen, carefully sucked at Laura's relaxed vagina. The dark young girl kept her eyes closed, but she was smiling, and her occasional quick starts as Marnie licked her proved that she was awake.
"Come on, baby," Dale said at last. "Let me help you up, and let's go in my room." He smiled at Marnie. "All three of us," he said. "You hear me, Laura? Get up!" His voice was harsh and commanding.
Immediately, the child sat up, opened her eyes and smiled apologetically. "All right, Mister Goodwin," she whispered. "I'll do what you say. And I'm sorry if I yelled too much. But I'm so used to grownups bullying me, and making me feel like a criminal, that I was scared. And the way you talked! Wow! I thought Marnie and I were going to jail!" She giggled and pushed at Marnie, who was smiling at her.
She stood up shakily. "Gosh, I'm weak! I never knew men had, uh, things that big!" She moved along with Marnie, an arm over her friend's shoulder. "You watched us, Marn," she said. "You've got to let me watch you! And your dad! Mister Goodwin."
Dale patted her jiggling ass. "It's okay to call me Dale, Laura," he said. "At least while we're fucking."
Chapter Six
Teen-agers out after dark never feel secure at the appearance of a police car. Public relations men cook up slogans like "Trust Your Local Police," but kids are hassled too frequently for such ideas to seem believable.
Buzz Goodwin, going home late, ducked into a hedge as the black and white car roared past him. He still had visions of Miss Adrian, recovering from her experience with him and Rod a few days before, deciding to spill her guts. Sweet as she was, much as he loved her-in an aching way he couldn't have described-the enormity of his and Rod's deed scared him.
The very fact that she had come by his house, looking for him that same night was frightening. Even if Marnie did say, enigmatically, that Miss Adrian was "really sweet and nice."
He would have run if he could, when the car made a screeching U-turn and then another, and stopped right by his bush.
"Come out of there, kid," the harsh voice called. "I see you! Get out here and keep your hands behind your head!"
It was so stupid, so much like that play-acting asshole, Nick Sinclair, that Buzzie had to choke off a laugh. He came out of the bushes, but he did not have his hands back of his head, and he coolly said, "Hi, Nick! What'm I supposed to have done?
Robbed a bank and killed a guard?"
The rawboned policeman eyed him sourly. Buzz Goodwin! Family here forever. A thousand relatives. Old man and big pull at City Hall. He swallowed his anger.
"Buzzie, you oughtn't ramble around this late," he said placatingly. "Kid your age-you could get into trouble."
"Why don't you book me, Nick," Buzz taunted, although his courage was near the breaking point. "Roust my dad out of bed-he'd like that!"
"Oh, shut up!" the cop said sharply. "You keep running around with that no-good Mackin kid, and forty Dale Goodwins won't be able to get you off the hook. That cherry-plucker!"
Now, Buzz did laugh. This cop was jealous! "I don't even know what you mean," he said speciously. "Rod, eating cherries?"
"You know, all right," Sinclair said. "He's been, uh, having sex with those young kids all this year."
"Having sex?" Buzzie's voice was incredulous. "Is that what you call it, Nick? Is that different from fucking 'em?"
Sinclair, brows knotted in anger, stood by his car. "Okay, smart ass," he said viciously. "I'm going to get him! I'll nail him if it's the last thing I do! And you can tell him so, for me! Look out I don't nail you, too!"
As he began to walk faster toward home, watching the red taillights disappear, young Goodwin whistled. This was bad. He was glad he had defied that Gestapo shit, but no use kidding himself, making a copper really sore could be dangerous. And he knew that both he and Rod had laid themselves open for some real trouble lately. Not all the girls they had taken out were all that eager to fuck. And Rod was tough when he had a hard-on. That little Ratcliffe girl-she had really meant it when she said no. And he had held her shoulders while Rod had pulled her panties off, had spit in her tiny pussy to lubricate it, and made her squeal as he shoved it in. Damn it, he wished it hadn't happened! It had been a real hot scene-he, himself, had had a big hard-on by the time Rod had shot his wad into the kid. And little Nancy Ratcliffe had yelled again when he slipped it to her, in spite of the blood. A virgin! Weird!
Well, shit, of course it hurt-he did have a cock bigger than Rod's-but she'd already been fucked once, hadn't she? So why make a big stink about him fucking her? Even so, if she did ever decide to squeal, he and Rod were dead ducks.
He turned into his own driveway, panting from his jogging, and stood still to get his breathing back to normal. Thinking of little Nancy had gotten him hot again. He saw that his dad wasn't home and was glad of it. He hadn't scored tonight, but Rod had, and he had left Rod with his girl, one of two they'd picked up at the drug store, peacefully screwing in the park. He and his own pickup had even watched for a minute as Rod stuck it in between the plump, white thighs, in a nest of dark hair, but his girl had laughed, refusing to take his proffered cock, and said, "To each his own." So now he was hot and ready, and from the light upstairs, he knew Marnie was home. What a sister! What a piece of ass! He really believed he could fuck her any minute of any day!
He stopped on the stairs and cursed silently. There was someone with his sister. Another girl. Probably Laura. Damn! She was around all the time lately. Even hanging on to Dad, when he was home. Some ass, though. And some tits! Wow!
He went into Marnie's room, and found the two girls in nighties, sitting on the bed and laughing. This was worse-Laura was here to spend the night. He sat down on the bed, and Marnie kissed him on the cheek, her hand unconsciously going into his crotch, touching his hard-on.
"Watch it, crazy!" he snapped, but softened it with a smile. What was the matter with Marnie? What would Laura think?
He was not quite up to looking openly at Laura, but was completely aware of the big breasts waggling under that thin gown. He was also aware that it barely covered the girl's belly; from the corner of his eyes, he looked for the black patch of hair he knew was under there, somewhere.
"What's on your mind?" his sister said, looking at the bulge in his slacks and laughing. Damned smart ass! She knew what was on his mind. Her twat. But he decided to shake them both up.
"You know Nick Sinclair?" he asked. "He says he's going to get Rod Mackin. And me, too," he added.
Marnie's eyes were big. "What for?" she asked, and Buzz said, not looking at either of the girls, "Nick says he's been having sex with high school girls."
"And you have, too, I suppose," Laura said. "Are you a cherry-picker, too?" She laughed, her interest evident.
Buzz had to sound grown up. "Cherries aren't all that easy to find, nowadays. Except on ten-year-olds."
"Yeah, guess that's right," Laura giggled. "I was ten when I lost mine. Geez, I bled all over!"
Buzzie's hard-on jerked involuntarily. The damned girl had stretched her legs out, good-looking legs, too, with big thighs, but she had pushed the tail of her nightie down between them. He couldn't see her cunt.
He felt the warmth of Marnie's neat little tits boring into his back as she put her arms around him and kissed his ear. "I was about six, wasn't I, Buzz? When you got big enough to hurt me? Or seven."
The way Laura laughed, Buzz knew that Marnie had already told her about them. Crazy! If Laura got big-mouthed, oh-oh!
But Laura said, surprisingly, "I think that's the nicest, sweetest thing I ever heard, Buzz. I wish I'd had a brother like you. Wow! Stiff peter every night!"
Marnie kneed closer to Buzz and reached down to his belt. "Come on, Buzz," she whispered. "Open up-show it to us!"
He started to speak and stopped. He got up to leave, but now it was Laura grabbing at him. He backed away.
Marnie closed the door and bolted it. "Daddy's out again-he won't come home until real late, he said. Buzz, I know you want some. Listen to me!" Her voice was mock-serious. "I think if you ask Miss Small-you've met my house guest, Miss Laura Small, I believe-if you ask her real nice for a lovely, hot piece of her lovely, hot ass, I think she might give it to you!"
"Oh, really, now!" Laura said, capering around holding the short nightie up to show her dense spread of cunt hair. "I don't fuck anybody the first time I'm asked!" She giggled, and stopped with staring eyes as Marnie freed Buzzie's cock from his pants. "Wow!" she said. "That's almost as bi as-ouch!" she blurted. "Why'd you kick me, Marnie? All I was going to say was that it's almost as big as my father's!"
She leaned over to smile into Buzzie's eyes. "But if you fucked me, it wouldn't be like I fucked you the first time I was asked, would it?" She jerked the transparent bit of fabric off over her head, her breasts rolling boldly out. She lay down on the bed, watching Marnie undress her brother, and began fingering herself, a smile of satisfaction on her face. "Hurry, Marnie," she breathed. "Hurry, Buzz, and shove it in! Deep! I'm so-o-o-o hot!"
She put her knees clear back against her shoulders, raising her buttocks off the bed, her cunt opening its wet red lips just at Buzzie's cockhead. Her head strained up off the bed, watching the boy's prick slip into her, finding it hard to hold still as the hard length touched every nerve in her vagina, pulled at her aroused clit, rasped the labia.
"Christ!" she yelled. "Pound it, Buzzie!" Her ass swung hard from side to side, raking the boy's prick on the inner walls of her pussy. She shuddered in a quick, complete orgasm and dropped onto the bed, letting her legs slide down around Buzzie's braced arms. "You're great!" she cried, looking into his face. "Boy, can you swing it! And didn't even come!"
"You're the one that can swing it," Buzzie said. "All I did was shove it in. You weren't kidding-you were hot!" He turned and grinned at Marnie. "How about you, Sis?"
"You didn't get your dick wet tonight, did you, Buzz?" she asked kindly. "Okay, then you can go for doubles, can't you? And the second time around, you can fuck for an h both of us out." She shut her eyes and shivered at the luscious thought, her breasts quaking. "But right now, Laura's our guest. Fuck her!"
She slapped him on the ass and he pumped into the girl below him, driving his cock in for repeated bumps on her cervix. The slick mouth of her womb gave him pleasure as he bounced off into the final tightness of her cunt. She yelled out another come, and he fell on her, laughing. "Maybe I won't shoot it at all," he said. "Baby, you're good! But I don't feel ready. Hold up a tit for me to suck!"
He thought of the incredible softness and warmth of Miss Adrian's boobs, the way she had held him and moaned as he sucked them, and it made his cock throb to remember them. And once more, as he prodded into the writhing meat around his prick, Laura orgasmed, bucking wildly, her eyes shut, her face in a grimace of pleased lust. The smell of cunt rose around them, and he still could not feel the final release. If he couldn't come, in all this welter of sucking muscles, this pudding of sweet lips and hair, Laura'd be put down.
He clasped her tight and rolled over, getting her on top.
"Take it easy, donkey-prick!" Laura whispered. "I come quicker than ever this way. Want to fuck me to death?"
He smiled at her and took her round breasts in each hand, pressing them against her. "Lay these on me," he whispered. He gestured behind the girl's back at his crotch, winking at Marnie, who quietly got on the bed, feeling for his balls. Laura was gasping, trying to hold back another come, and Buzz lifted a hand to point at his mouth. As Marnie smiled her comprehension, he pulled his heel back, giving the tiny blonde girl room to get in under his thigh, and felt the slick warmth of her mouth as she took in first one ball, then the other, mouthing the two glands in love and heat.
The strength of Laura's thighs hugged his ribs, and her young pussy, sensitized into irresponsibility, hammered at him as he thrust up. And Marnie, sucking his balls in a calm frenzy of love and lust, wet one dainty finger in the slobber that was pumping out of her friends distended cunt, and jammed it into her brother's asshole.
His semen boiled up out of him in a burst of sensation, as hard a come as he ever remembered, completely fulfilling, completely emptying him. He clasped his hands around Laura's taut buttocks, holding her trembling cunt in place around him, and groaned in luxurious pleasure as Marnie gently moved her finger in the depths of his rectum.
Chapter Seven
Marnie had to stand a rather bitter moment with her dad that next morning. And she had had to He. They had lain there, the three of them, when Dale had tried the door, and Marnie had the feeling that Buzz was wise to everything as her father had asked querulously, "Why in hell won't you let me in, baby? I know Laura's with you, but we're old friends."
"You weren't very smart last night, Daddy," she said, in answer to his angry look and his short greeting. "You could have waked Buzzie up, you know."
"Big deal," her dad grunted. "I'll bet four dollars to a hack in the ass that Buzzie knows we fuck. I'll bet you've told him. I heard you and him, that first night!"
"Do you want to bet I told him you were fucking Laura?" she asked, coming over to stand close to him, her arm on his shoulder. She spread her feet apart as he felt up her thigh.
"Anyhow," she said, smiling, "I think you're getting smug and lazy. Not only do you feel you can slip it into me any time you feel like it-and don't get me wrong, you know how I love it-but you've banged Laura plenty since I helped you get into her the first time." She jumped as he tweaked one of her cunt hairs. "Quit it!" she said. She leaned on him, laughing. "Which do you like-Laura's pussy, with all that black hair, or mine, bald as a baby girl's?"
Her dad, now in high good humor, dabbled his fingers in her slickness, and whispered, "Don't ever wear panties, baby!"
She moved away, laughing. "You'd better listen to me," she said. "You'll lose a lot of good times if you just let yourself go, depending on me and Laura. She goes out with a lot of guys, and I'm going to get out and cat around, myself, just to prove I'm not scared to."
"Phooey!" her father said. "You, scared? But okay, you may be right. I have no right to try to hold you. Laura, either. So I'll go out and hustle up some strange pussy. No problem. But you and Buzz have to get out of the house. You wouldn't cramp my style, but you might cramp Miss Adrian's!"
Marnie stood stock-still, and then ran and hugged her father's head to her breasts. "Miss Adrian!" she cried. "That's wonderful! I like her so much!"
Dale looked astonished. "We talked about her a long time ago," he said. "That first night in my bed, remember?" He stroked her belly lovingly. "You said," and he laughed to think of it, "I should go ahead and fuck her-you'd see to it she didn't close in on me and lead me to the altar!"
Marnie jumped up and down. "She's so sweet, I don't care if she does marry you!" she chortled. "Bring her here tonight, okay? There's a rerun of a James Bond movie-Buzz and I would love to see it! Please!"
To Dale, the day was short; he had a lot to do. But to the kids, even with school to fill part of it, it dragged.
"After we get dinner ready, we leave a note saying we're at the show, but we'll watch the show here-it'll be a hell of a lot better!" Buzzie grinned, holding Marnie close against him. She could feel his cock swelling, and patted it. She could hardly wait!
So they could watch from upstairs, they set the food out on a broad coffee table in the living room. "Dad won't think it's odd, and Miss Adrian will think that's where we eat," she said. "We can watch if they play around, and when they start upstairs to the bedroom, we fade back into my room."
As it turned out, they never had to "fade back."
Their dad, starting at the place he'd left off, had his hand between Miss Adrian's thighs almost as soon as he'd mixed them a drink, and the librarian, her face a bit strained, deliberately moved her body forward on the couch, let her thighs come wider apart, and shut her eyes. They could hear the couple breathing hard, and then Dale chuckled and Miss Adrian gave a small leap.
"Baby, you sure are ready," Dale said. "How come you don't have on those damn panty hose?"
Miss Adrian let out a breath and giggled. "I didn't know what you had in mind, Dale." Her voice came clearly up to the kids. "But if you decided to take advantage of a poor, helpless girl, I didn't want to put you to the trouble of unrolling a lot of nylon!" She moved suddenly and clutched Dale. "Watch it," she said, "I think I'm about to shoot it!"
In the semidark at the head of the stairs, Marnie reached for Buzz and found his bare butt. She looked at him inquiringly and saw that he had shucked off his clothes. "Me and Miss Adrian-always ready," he hit by a wave of heat in her young belly, began to wriggle out of her dress.
They could not see the librarian's face when they looked again. Their dad was kissing her, and they could see her body moving in strong rhythm. "She's coming," Buzzie whispered. "Listen to her moan!"
"I never thought she'd go that quick," Marnie answered. "Maybe they were feeling around in the car."
"Maybe he just decided to find out whether or not she'd fuck at all," Buzzie speculated. "Think so?"
"I knew he'd try and I knew she'd jump at him," Marnie said smugly. "Shut up and watch!"
The two older people sat and smiled at each other, and Miss Adrian leaned forward to kiss Dale. She took his right hand, dripping with her clear pussy juice, and asked him for a handkerchief. Dale jerked his hand away.
"Are you some kind of a sanitation pervert?" he asked. "I'm going to wipe this on the chicken-it'll taste a lot better!"
Grace Adrian squealed a protest. "You dirty old man!" she cried. "You've got to let me take a shower-working all day in that library, I need it!"
"Shut up!" Dale said. "You're giving me better ideas than eating chicken! But honest to God, Grace, who would ever have guessed you'd go for oral sex? I mean it. Not that you're not an attractive woman-you must have been propositioned enough. But you're great, so comfortable, so well-"
"If you say you're surprised I'm a human being, Dale Goodwin," the woman said, her hand fumbling against his belt, "I'll castrate you with my bare teeth! Maybe I'm a fuddy-duddy librarian, maybe I haven't got as much experience as some of your girl friends, but I know a little!"
She had his prick out now, big and beautiful, the soft skin, usually a milk-white, now growing dark with lust and the broad head smooth and shiny as it filled with blood. She looked at it unbelievingly.
"It's bigger than any I've seen," she gasped, and Dale, laughing, said, "Come on, Grace, you can't fool me-how many of those things have you seen?"
She drew back. She smiled happily. "Enough to know when I meet a dinosaur," she said. "And you know us librarians-we get all kinds of books, and naturally, we force ourselves to read 'em all. Duty, duty! And some of those pictures!"
She collapsed against him, hanging on to his cock, and he began to kiss her again. His hands were busy, and her blouse was off in a few seconds, and, after a short struggle accented by Dale's hard breathing, the bra came open and the big boobs spilled out. "My God!" Dale said reverently, holding the warm weight of them in both hands. "You ought to be put in the stocks for keeping these hidden from view!" He kissed one and then the other, groaning in pleasure as the nipples grew big.
Grace giggled and covered them as well as she could with her hands, looking at the open windows in a panicky way, and Dale said, "Don't worry-we've got two acres of privacy, and I switched on the electric eye at the street." He was dropping his slacks as he said it, and the sight of his cock, now almost completely erect, took Grace's mind off everything else.
"Jesus!" Buzz whispered. "Look at the size of that cock! He's like a horse!"
His sister felt under him, took his prick, now getting long and hard. "Not much bigger than you," she said. "You'll be bigger when you're his age.
Buzzie thought of that huge roll of erect meat, sliding into the juicy heat of Miss Adrian. She wouldn't be loose for a cock that size, he knew, and it made him happy. He put his hand between Marnie's warm thighs-she was lying on her belly-and pushed up into the slickness between her legs.
"You're getting hair on your lips," he whispered. "A lot of it. It sure came quick, once it started."
"Fucking did it," his sister added. "And swallowing your cum. And my boobs are a lot bigger; didn't you notice?" Dad's cum, too, she thought, wriggling in excitement. How great it would be to sink my face into that wonderful split of Miss Adrian's, and suck up every drop of Dad's load! She felt an increase in her flow on Buzzie's hand. "Why don't you suck me?" she whispered. "I'll get on my knees."
Her brother goosed deeper into her twat. "Later," he hissed. "Look at that! What's he trying to do?"
Dale had moved the couch and thrown its cushions on the floor. The two big table lamps were almost like stage lights on the cushions. Dale held Miss Adrian, both of them naked, and looked at her closely for a few seconds. He pulled her down and put her on her back, her head on one cushion, her hips on another, and pulled her thighs apart. She made an odd sort of noise and covered him she's too big, too wet, too sloppy, Buzz thought. Damn him, he better like her! He was panting to see that big cock plunge into her, but Dale fooled him. He got his legs astride Miss Adrian's face, and his prick was so long that it touched her throat. The two kids could see her face; she looked eager, and she reached up and pulled the cushion away. The cockhead now grazed her lips. The light, the position, both were perfect for the upstairs audience.
Dale's voice was tense. "I've got to find out something, Grace," he said, almost pleadingly. "You may not like this, but it's a part of life, a part of love."
Instead of speaking, she took his cock in her hand and opened her mouth, pulling at him until he spread his thighs a bit and the head and a couple of inches disappeared between her stretched lips. Buzz and Marnie could see her throat muscles working. "God, watch her suck," Marnie breathed.
She had gotten on hands and knees in her excitement, and Buzzie, concerned with his bursting needs, got on his knees between her calves.
With a little moan of contentment, she felt the slide and stretch as he sank his cock into her, felt a sort of deep vibration as it struck her womb, dropped near her opening, a hard blow. He was in so deep that his balls pressed against what was, in normal position, the top of her slit, and she used her fingers to open the lips so that her clit could feel the gentle pressure.
"Buzz, does it feel good to you?" she asked. "It isn't too wide open, is it?" Her voice was sweet with hot concern. Her brother leaned over her, driving into her with long, hard strokes. "I can come or I can hold it," he said. "What do you want?"
In the lighted space in the living room, he saw his father move, with Miss Adrian's head going along, trying to keep his cock in her mouth. His dad shifted around, his face shiny with the blonde woman's cunt-goo, and he was holding her, tonguing in the mouth still rankly flavored by his cock.
"You're wonderful," he said huskily. "I'd never have thought it." His hand was squeezing her breasts, and when she drew away, she was smiling anxiously.
"You may not think so when you put it in me," she said, very low. "I told you-"
"Hush!" Dale said. "I heard what you told me. Listen, you wonderful, silly broad! There's more to sex than just a big prick or a tight pussy, don't you know that? There's willingness and heat and response and unselfishness-and a hundred other reasons. There are plenty of mean, shitty women with cunts like a mouse's ear. Sweetness is in the spirit, not in the pussy!"
Marnie was weeping, pumping back gently to take Buzzie's prick into her guts. The beauty of what her dad had just said, her love for him, for her brother, for the world, made her weep, clean, joyful tears.
The two kids paused as a harsh, raw cry of passion came from below. They could see what was happening. Their father's tool had plunged out of sight in the librarian's reddened cluster of labia, and Grace, her face contorted in lust, raised clear off the cushion to make certain it was all in. They saw the engorged cock plainly as it pulled far out, it's stem slick with Grace's cum, dark with rich blood, pulling her cuntlips out in a rosette of flesh from its friction.
Like a sword, it drove into her again, and again she screamed, an outcry so full of sex that Buzz felt his sister tremble in response, and her cunt closed on him sharply.
The two youngsters were both coming, but in a strange way. Neither moved, but the throbs of Buzzie's prick, the quietly answering pull of muscle in Marnie's cunt, made it a delight to remember. And what they saw below was what made it all so complete, so rich, so loving.
Miss Adrian did not lock her legs over Dale's back. She was content to give him all the room there was to give. Her cunt was opening and closing; her cries showed that she was in a series orgasm, popping one rippling come after another. Her thighs were wide apart, her feet braced, keeping her ass free to swing from side to side or down and up, and this was obviously instinctive, for the look on her face showed that she was far away, flying in another world.
And both kids were proud of their father. He knew he was fucking someone wonderful, they could see that. He was holding his weight on his braced arms and his knees, using his great organ with precise, loving brutality, slamming it in to slug at her cervix, at the closed end of her vagina, but not forcing her weaving body to the cushions.
"I never knew I could come this long," Buzzie whispered. He had a handful of cum which had leaked out of Marnie, holding it to her lips, and she was sipping it. They turned as a different cry came from below, and saw the fucking couple lying still, their mouths together, no movement except the fitful clench of Dale's buttocks, the uncontrollable random twitch of Miss Adrian's tired thighs.
Marnie stood up, holding one hand tightly over her hole. "Come on, baby," she whispered. "Let's go get me the rest of this."
After Buzz had sucked her dry and let her tongue it out, drop by drop, they were both warm again, but in no rush.
"That's the greatest thing I ever watched," Buzzie said.
"Don't you and Rod do it together?" Marnie asked. "You must have seen other people fuck."
"We don't have any place to go," Buzz admitted. "It's in a car, or in a park, no lights, girls dressed. Nothing to see, really."
Marnie had an idea. "You ought to bring Rod over here, maybe with another girl. How is he-as good as you?"
Her brother blushed. His cock was getting big again. "Not as big as me," he said. "But okay. He sure must know how to pitch it. He makes 'em holler."
"You know something, Buzz," Marnie joked, "you ought to try to get a little from Miss Adrian. I'll bet you never knew how hot she is." She felt smug with her own knowledge.
Without thinking, Buzz said, "I've had her!" and when Marnie jumped, he said, "If you ever tell, I'll kill you! She's the sweetest, nicest person in the world. Why," and he almost choked on the enormity of it, "she's like a mother!"
"I know," Marnie said gently. "I know her, too, you know. I know how sweet she is, and how sweet her body is."
"Good God! You mean that you and she-I know you and Laura have sucked each other Adrian! Wow!" He hugged his sister to him, kissing her, sucking her tongue. "Oh, Sis, I love you!"
He held her close and thought. "Something else," he said. "I know you won't take it wrong. Rod and I fucked her at the same time! You know what I mean? Me on the bottom, in her pussy, then her, and Rod on top. Fucking her in the ass!"
Marnie fell on the bed, on her belly. "Fuck me in the ass!" she cried. "Come on! I've never had it there."
He pulled her up on her knees, licking her pink anus, deciding to lubricate it and ready it, then slick up his cock with her cum, before easing it into her. But it was too much. As he forced his tense prick into her, he began to shoot a pent-up load, and Marnie came along in a fit of laughing.
"That's okay," she said. "For tonight. But I like the sandwich idea. You bring that Rod over here. And soon!"
Chapter Eight
Brandeis Junior High School is in the Oakdale Union High School District, which means that Buzzie and Marnie rode to school on the same bus. As they walked to the bus stop, Marnie rubbed her pert little butt against Buzzie's hand, and he goosed her miniskirt into the cleavage, enjoying it.
"We were pretty hot last night, Marnie," he said. "Do you really want some guy to-like you said-stick it in your ass?"
Marnie looked away, but she was smiling. "I was out of my head last night," she said. "The idea is sort of disgusting in a way. But golly! What's it like? Don't you get shit on yourself? Does a boy mind?"
"Rod didn't," Buzz replied. "I don't remember seeing any shit. I wouldn't mind." He noticed that Marnie was gripping her thighs together and said, "It really gets to you, doesn't it? Look," he said, showing a bulge in his crotch, "it makes me hot, too."
"I'm glad, in a way, we had a chance to talk about it," Buzz said after they were on the bus, in the back seat. "I never have told anyone we were like, you know, making it with one another. It wouldn't seem right. Rod's my friend, but I couldn't just say to him: 'Come over this afternoon and we'll ball my sister. It's okay; she fucks me.'
"Silly!" Marnie said softly, covering his hand with her own. "You don't have to say anything like that. For a start, you don't even have to be there. Invite Rod over, say you have to go get some Cokes, and leave the rest to me!"
It certainly was the right way, Buzzie felt. Rod always knew what to say, and he and Marnie got along so well, and everything seemed so normal and comfortable that when Marnie innocently suggested that Buzz get them all a soft drink, Buzz was into the refrigerator before he remembered what he was supposed to do.
He looked into Marnie's room, where they had all been sitting, looking at some snapshots, and looked put upon.
"No drinks," he said. "I'll trot over to the store; just take a minute." And he was gone.
Rod got up and went to the door, saying casually, "Maybe we'd better go downstairs," but Marnie said, "Why? Are you afraid of me, Rod?" They both heard the back door slam, and she smiled. "See, we're all alone, and nobody's raped you yet!"
She liked the way the big boy frowned, the way he automatically clenched his fists and glowered at her. Tough guy, she thought. But Buzzie's pal. Hope he's not chivalrous, like my little-big brother. She decided to test him at once.
"Sit down here on the bed, Rod," she ordered. "Close to me. Is there a question you want to ask me?" Her blue eyes were wide and innocent, her pink lips parted, her breathing regular.
Rod squirmed. "Like what?" he asked.
"Well, my goodness! If you're all that Buzz says he'll be gone."
Rod's breath almost whistled between his teeth. "Okay, big-mouth," he growled. He did not touch her, but stood up and pulled the knit shirt over his head, jerked his belt loose, and dropped his slacks. Only after he had kicked his slacks off along with his loafers, only after he thumbed his shorts down to expose a cock getting hard and long, did he touch her or say a word.
It was hard to stay cool. Marnie's blood raced, her cunt began a gentle sucking inside her, but she would not move. It was the wildest thing since her father had gone down on her, the way he jerked her off the bed, held her while he peeled the dress away and snatched off her panties. When he threw her on the bed, she smiled, and he whooped with glee as she took his cock and brought it to her lips, looking up at him from under her blonde lashes, nibbling with her lips, licking under the head, finally holding his balls.
The way he slammed it deep into her made her wonder if Buzz was kidding himself. Maybe her brother was bigger, but this was plenty of meat. He ground against her so hard that her clit was bruised under its cape of springy tissue, and she found herself ready to come in a minute.
She held his shoulders and tried to pull herself up on the bed, so that his thrust would not go so far into her, or his pubis grind so powerfully. "Easy, mister," she whispered, "Buzz isn't even at the store, yet!"
He pulled out of her, the suction giving her a shivering friction in her vagina, and threw himself on her, grabbing her tits, squeezing them until she screamed, pouring tongue down into her tonsils, at last slapping a big hand onto her pussy until enough big fingers slid into the slippery channel to make her squeal.
"Watch it!" she cried. "I'm not some Goddamned cow!"
"No, you're not, you pint-sized little bitch," he said, but he was laughing. "You're hot and you're tight and I'll bet a dollar you made sure you were out of Cokes, right? So you could make a jerk out of poor old Rod, right?"
He turned her over and spanked her ass, first on one cheek and then the other, but he stopped to pull the firm cheeks apart and whistle.
"I think I see a maidenhead!" he cried, poking a big finger against her anus.
She rolled over, laughing. "Not for you, buster," she said. "Not now, anyhow. Come on, stick that thing into me before I climb the walls." She grabbed his cock and jerked it firmly, rolling the skin over the head, then back, looking at him all the while. "I'll suck it if you want," she whispered. "Honest, Rod, don't worry. Be happy. If Buzz saw us, he wouldn't care." At his look of doubt, she solemnly crossed her heart, finishing the childlike gesture by squeezing one of her titties so that the nipple pointed at him.
His tool was dark red, its throbs visible, and Rod pushed it into her slowly. "Close down on it, Marnie," he whispered, "like you did a minute ago. I can't believe it! It's beautiful!"
She pulled his face down. "Sorry I'm so short," she said. "I like to kiss and fuck. But go on, kiss me once, and then pour it to me!" She tightened her cunt muscles and arched her neck to get his tongue in her mouth, and the shock as he banged against her brought the release they both needed. To her surprise, Marnie felt a maternal concern that Rod should have all the pleasure possible; she concentrated on riding and milking his prick, holding his head as he moaned in ecstasy, letting his jism flow and squirt against her womb while she held her cunt around him. And even more to her surprise, this quiet pleasure was an enormous thrill. In giving, she had received warmth and satisfaction galore.
"You're either too tall or I'm too short," she smiled, lying in the big boy's opened thighs, feeling the sperm on his cock cooling. She had decided not to turn him on to her love of semen-boys with Buzzie's mature understanding and uninhibited love of sex were, she knew, not the norm. She had run into the bathroom and squeezed out all she could, sipping it from her cupped hand, sucking her fingers. Later, she'd suck him up and off, get every drop, drain him.
"I don't see why," Rod answered, kissing her. "It's nice to kiss while you're fucking, but I'd never kick about you."
He had moved her to a reclining position and eaten her little pussy in a playful, inconclusive way, and when she gasped, "Wait!" he had been surprised.
"Don't you like it that way?" he asked. "I know; after all, you're still just a kid. Does it seem terrible?"
"No, dummy," she had laughed. "I'm still burning from that come we had." And the cum I swallowed, she thought. I'm hot!
"Cunts are so sweet, so lovely, I could eat 'em for hours," Rod said dreamily. "I don't see how women leave each other alone. God, the way they could get it if they wanted!"
"They want it and they get it," Marnie said, and Rod sniffed. "Yeah, big old ugly butch Lezzies," he said.
Baby! thought Marnie. Dummy! But you're sweet!
She stroked his cock now, watching it grow. "Some very pretty, sweet, feminine girls like it," she said. "Why not? Any girl that's hot loves her pussy. If she's got a girl friend with a hot pussy-and no cock available-isn't it natural and sweet that they should love each other?"
"Girls like who?" Rod asked hoarsely. He saw in his mind the lovely intertwining of female arms and legs, the lascivious delights of pink tongues darting into pink twats. He shook her, making her boobs jiggle. "C'mon, tell me!"
For a moment, Marnie hesitated. Then, thinking ahead to a spreading of her and Buzzie's horizons, she decided.
"I've done it with Laura Small. And someone else you know. Someone older." At his shocked and pleased look, she went all the way. "Miss Adrian," she said.
His prick, which had been gradually growing, jumped to instant hardness. And, when the phone rang, just as Marnie was leaning to take it in her mouth, he got up and followed her into the hall. The thought struck him that, if her dad came home, he was dead anyhow, and he bent his knees so that he could get into her from behind. Standing so close, he heard the party on the phone, and recognized the voice.
"How's it going?" the voice asked. Buzz, absolutely.
Marnie said severely, "Just fine, thanks."
"No, damn it, you know what I mean, Sis. Is it okay with you and Rod?"
She was beginning to respond to the sawing motion between her thighs, against her cuntlips, as Rod fucked back and forth against the flesh made slick by her bountiful flow, and she said, in a moment of temper, "You've blown it, mastermind! Rod's right on my back!"
"In your ass, you mean, baby," the big boy said, his mouth near the phone, and Marnie heard Buzz begin to laugh.
"It doesn't sound like it's blown to me," he said. "Not unless you plan to blow Rod right away."
They went back into the bedroom, and Marnie, now finding the entire ploy very funny and human, got him on his back and rode him, so that his cock could get complete entry into her and his hands have free play with her breasts.
"I can come better this way," she whispered, and even as she admitted it, a shock of orgasm twisted her on the rigid tool. "Oh, God!" she cried happily, humping up and down. "Rod! Rod! You're marvelous!"
He helped steady her as she tried to get above him and slide down with his cock penetrating her rectum, but they both yelped as he got into her perhaps an inch or two.
"It feels great for a second, then it hurts like hell," the girl said, kissing Rod, and he answered, "Me, too-it felt like the skin was splitting on my cock."
She lay smiling as he dressed, and patted him on the crotch as he stood over her. He bent to kiss her pussy and said, "Jesus, I'd give my left nut to watch two chicks ball each other! Please? You and Laura? You and Miss Adrian?" He clutched at his fly. "I'm getting a hard-on," he proclaimed.
"Get out, dry-balls," Marnie laughed. "If you get a hard-on in the next two hours, you get your money back!"
She lay, languorous and pleased, wondering why she hadn't thought to tell him about Nick Sinclair's threat. But of course, Buzz would take care of it. And what had Laura said? "That creep! He's tried to get me in that prowl car fifty times. We could bust his ass, if we wanted to." In the dim light, Marnie smiled. Nick looked bigger and tougher than Rod. Maybe he had a bigger cock. Beautiful.
She was still hot; it was so hard to get all you wanted, once you got that big itch way up inside you. Some girls never got any, and some married women, if her dad was right, not only didn't get much, but didn't squawk about it. Not for her!
She had her father, and she had Buzz, and now, when she wanted him, Rod. And when a man wasn't handy?
She was fingering her slit slowly, just for the good feeling, not needing a come badly enough to jerk off, when the screen door opened and shut, and she heard a beloved voice calling her name. She did not move, but called in a strained voice, play-acting against a desire to laugh, "Oh, Grace! Help! I'm up here all alone! I think I'm dying!"
There was a rush of feet on the stairs and the worried face of the librarian grew irate as she saw the tiny girl lying voluptuously and wantonly with legs apart and finger busy.
"You ought to be ashamed, frightening me so," Grace cried and tears welling out of her green eyes. She dropped to her knees by the bed and grabbed Marnie by her arms, shaking her like a naughty child, and suddenly began to laugh. "You little rat!" she exclaimed. "I'm a good mind not to show you your surprise!"
The "surprise" made Marnie's eyes grow big. Two feet long, made of a hot-pink plastic with exactly the feel of human skin, the instrument had a soft, bulbous head at either end, sculpted in the exact image of a cock.
"A double dildo!" Marnie breathed. "I've seen 'em in books! How come it's so nice and warm?" She ran her hand up and down it, closing her eyes, shivering in excitement.
"I smuggled it over here under my blouse," Grace laughed. "With all the things that have been happening to me lately," and she stopped, blushing and giggling, "I don't need it any more. Not really. I brought it to you, just for laughs."
"This is sort of strange," Marnie said, looking up from examining the double tool. "One end's bigger than the other. This one," she laughed, "is like Buzzie, and the other's like-well, Dad, I suppose." She patted the smaller one and took it in her mouth, watching Grace's lovely body appearing as the librarian undressed. "Wow!" she said. "Are we going to try it?"
"Ordinary sales demonstration," Miss Adrian chuckled. "Oh! Watch me leak! I won't need any lubricant!"
She lay on her back, smiling up at Marnie, and inserted the soft tip of the big end in the aperture to her vagina.
"It doesn't go in as easy as you'd think," she gasped. "There's something about the kind of plastic-it drags on you more than the real thing-own! That feels so good!" She raised her head up, saw Marnie, with her thighs spread, moving toward the dildo. The sight of the young twat, still looking bare in spite of the small blonde fringe, gave her a sharp rush of desire, a flooding of saliva in her mouth.
"Get it in you," Grace said thickly. "Quick! Suck it! Get spit on it!"
Marnie held up two dripping fingers. "Who needs spit?" she asked. "Ooohh! It does drag! But God, it's good!"
She inched her butt toward Grace's, feeling the device wiggle in her each time she moved, realizing that the unknowing dildo, not having the instinctive reactions of live cock, responds in a different way. When it began to hurt her deep inside, Marnie knew it was in as far as she could get it without ripping something.
For want of knowing what to do, she got her thighs under Grace's, enjoying the rub of warm flesh, and gave a happy cry as the older woman, raising her body, got her hands on Marnie's pubis.
She was trying to pull herself up when Grace, groaning with the effort, pulled her legs back, got to her knees, and bent over Marnie, her breasts dropping down. At once, Marnie felt a powerful pressure in her cunt, as though the bottom rim of it were being stretched by a cock as big as her dad's, and she exploded in a convulsive thrust against it. In her hands, the instrument had had the same feel as a man's penis, soft covering over a hard core, but flexible enough to bend. Now she saw that the pink monstrosity did indeed bend, in a beautiful, strong curve, holding Grace's belly almost a foot above her own, and she could see the broad spread of blonde curls, wet in the center, and the big, threatening rod, centered deep in her friend's flowing pussy.
"It goes-like-this!" Grace gasped, forcing the plastic prick deeply, painfully into Marnie. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She fell on her side, her body continuing to hump and buck, and Marnie, turning with her, clenched her teeth at the sharpness of orgasm that swelled through her belly, more abrupt and painful than the real thing, yet shockingly pleasant.
"I don't know about this-thing," Marnie said later, holding the awesome dildo as she lay in Grace's arms. "It's wild, but it's scary. Maybe I'll try it with Laura. Maybe I'll get Buzz to shove it in and out, just for fun. One thing I hate about it, it's dry!" She sucked on the big end and made a face. "See?" she said. "None of that good stuff comes out. Ooohh, let me suck your titties! Grace, the real thing's a hundred times as good, isn't it?"
The librarian laughed softly. Her hand was busy in the young girl's warm, slick cunt; soon she would have her mouth on that clutch of blood-swollen inner lips, that responsive clitoris. Eating cunt! How sweet it was! Her own burning pussy, gently throbbing, would be over .Marnie's open mouth, giving its juice to the sucking mouth.
"The real thing's always better, baby," she whispered.
Chapter Nine
In all the books devoured by Buzzie Goodwin, the concept of love-that is, romantic love-was one mystery he could not quite grasp. Love involving cock and cunt, the all-embracing love for all things and people, those he dug. But not the love which bred pain and doubt and insecurity.
But at fourteen, changes can happen. And Buzz was sick with worry. He had begun to feel that he was doing something wrong every time he went out with Rod. Wasn't that cheating, in a way, on Marnie? Of course, he knew that Marnie was getting it from someone else; he refused to think it was their father. And Rod. And he knew that his dad was laying Miss Adrian. He didn't know how to take that! Sometimes he felt the flame of jealous rage, and that was stupid. He loved both of them, and wanted them to get married. But that was another worry.
He dropped by the library at closing time as often as he dared and as often as he could ditch Rod. Miss Adrian was always glad to see him, always ready, laughing, kissing, getting out his prick. And neither of them mentioning his dad.
He was in his room, thinking very strongly of jerking off. He knew a million ways. Until that sweet and fateful afternoon with his beautiful little sister, he had certainly had enough practice. But now, knowing there was a great deal of pussy everywhere for the guy who went after it, he could find little joy in masturbation.
He thought of an outlet not yet contaminated in his mind with guilt or doubt. Her number was on a pad by the phone; as soon as he recognized her voice he felt better. "Laura," he said, "can you come over?" And, after a joyful "Yes!" he said, "Hurry, Laura! Please! Hurry!"
From the top of the steps, he watched her as she reached the porch, not even glancing back toward the street as she crossed her arms to pick up her dress and wriggle out of it.
She had her eyes on him as she scrambled up the steps, laughing and panting, grabbing him around the hips to press her face against his balls. "I ran every step of the way," she gasped. "I'm glad this monster stayed hard!"
She was fun and gaiety, wrestling him to the bed, falling under him with welcoming thighs spread wide to receive him, and she leaped in joyful sensation as she held his cock against her hole just before he plunged it home. But she knew he was fucking for release, not for pure joy, and, while it did nothing to lower her bursting pleasure as she came with a shuddering scream, she held him against her, patting his back as he sucked on her mature tits.
"You didn't come, Buzzie," she whispered. "And yet you sounded so-well, like you were in pain. And with that big hard-on ..." and she closed her thighs to hold its slick length.
He kissed her, holding her tongue a long time, and smiled as he raised his mouth from hers. "Crazy, isn't it, Laura?" he asked. "And I feel crazy, too!"
When she rolled him off her and held his head against her young breasts, he began to talk. In halting incoherence, he tried to reach the core of his confusion. "It's no use, Laura," he said, tears in his voice. "I can't explain."
She sat up and looked away, worried about this pain her friend endured. Sympathy, at least a mawkish sympathy, wouldn't do. More harm than good. She could dimly understand his plight. She knew he needed a turn-around. Her sympathy had to be hidden behind something stronger.
She laughed harshly. "Listen to little Sir Galahad!" she jeered. "Listen to the Sunday School boy who's had all the hot pussy he could get, and now wants to bail himself out with God to get his sins washed away!"
Buzz looked at her in amazement, then in anger. "Shut up!" he cried. "You don't even know what I'm talking about! Who said anything about God? I feel terrible! I didn't ask you over here to fuck, anyhow! I wanted to talk!"
"Sure, sure," Laura said mockingly. " 'Please hurry, Laura!' And standing on the steps with a hard-on! And jamming it into me so hard you made me come in about ten seconds. You make me sick! Sorry to soil your conscience, baby-boy! I'll get my dress on and go home." But she did not move.
"No, wait, Laura!" Buzz said urgently. "I'm sorry I just fucked into you that way. I-well-I really did want you. Wanted your pussy. But I'm going crazy! Can't you see? Help me!"
"Okay, Buzz," the girl said. "I'll do what I can. But I have to say I think it's crazy, but not in the way you mean. As I understand it, you think, all of a sudden, it's terribly wrong for you to fuck Marnie. Why?"
"She's my sister," Buzzie gulped miserably.
"Shit! You fucked her for as long as she remembers. And she really seduced you when you two started again. Right? And she loves it-she'd rather fuck you than anyone!"
"And there's Miss Adrian," Buzz went on, unheeding. "It looks like she'll be my stepmother!"
Laura began to laugh. "Boy," she gasped, "if you were old enough to have a daughter, you could be fucking her, too!"
She held his chin and made him look at her merry face. "I've heard of girls hating themselves after their first screw," she smiled, "and it always seemed like a big joke. But you-you waited weeks to get this guilty conscience."
She put her hands under her breasts and held them out toward him, nipples erect. "Every girl old enough to fuck has two of these, Buzz," she said softly. "Men like to squeeze them, to suck them, and girls like it-it feels good clear down to their crotches."
She patted the bottom of her belly. "See all that hair? There's a slit under it that opens up into a cunt. You know that your sister and Miss Adrian each have one-you've had that cock of yours into 'em. And your tongue!" She laughed. "And they just simply loved it!"
She got up on her hands and knees and turned her butt toward him. "What do you see?" she asked, giving it a wag.
"Uh, well-shit, Laura, you know what I see." He had a smile on his face. He touched her. Her pussy had been flowing, she had been on her back, the cleft between her buttocks was wet and shiny and slick all the way to her spine. The cheeks of her ass were white, but the warm valley was darker. The mesh of black hair surrounded the brown pucker of her anus. It, too, shone with highlights of her cum. He stroked his wet finger across her perineum and drove it an inch into her ass.
Her strong young body, so sleek and smooth, trembled, but she did not jump. Her breasts hung down, their whiteness accentuated by the long, dark nipples; her head was down, too, with her dark hair in a flood to hide her face. As Buzz crouched by her, a spasm of muscle bit at his finger.
"Oh, wow!" he whispered. "Does that hurt, Laura?"
The girl fell away from him, lying on her side, laughing.
"Would you have done that to Miss Adrian or to Marnie?" she asked.
Buzz flushed. "Not a minute ago," he said. "But I would now. At least, I think so." He managed to grin. "Am I cured?"
"No," the girl said shortly. "But you're going to be. Repeat after me: 'God made me so I can fuck. God made me so I can fuck. God made me so I can fuck."
Buzz laughed. "You know I'm not religious," he said. "Do you think I'd be afraid to say it? I think I understand, Laura. You want me not just to know, but to admit, that it's natural to fuck. Anybody. Not just a non-sister, or a non-stepmother, but any girl who's hot and ready and wants to fuck. Isn't that it?"
Laura took his prick and began to move the loose skin up and down, with a gentle, understanding hand. "That's it," she said. "Listen, Buzz, you know about me and Marnie and Rod and Marnie, and your dad and Miss Adrian. What else do you know?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your dad and Marnie?"
"No!" shouted Buzz, fists clenched. "No!" He looked stricken.
"You know," Laura said quietly. "When she came out of his bedroom with her pussy all red and full of cum, where did you think she got it? Or, what did you think it was that made her so slick? She told me, you know."
Buzz hung his head. "I guess I knew, Laura. Of course I knew. I don't know why I wouldn't admit it."
"You thought in your heart that it was terrible." Her voice was kind, and she continued to pump his cock, which was gradually getting bigger.
"Did you know your dad fucked me, too?"
"I guess I did," Buzz muttered. "We're some family!"
"The sweetest and best I know," Laura declared. "Boy, you ought to hear my folks! Cursing, yelling, fighting. My old man goes out and gets drunk and screws anything he can pick up in a bar. My mom, poor thing, fucks every salesman, every repairman, she can. Not for fun-to be revenged on my dad. You know what? My old man breaks his neck trying to see up my dress, but if I offered to fuck him, he'd die."
She sat solemnly after this long speech, and tears oozed out of her eyes, but she kept up the warm, measured squeeze and pull on the boy's dick.
"So you see, Buzzie, it seems to me to be the sweetest, cleanest thing that could happen, all around. To fuck someone you love, and to love the people you fuck. To know each other so closely, to have a feeling of security and understanding." She wiped her eyes. "Listen to me," she said. "All of a sudden I'm a preacher! Well, I mean it. I think that all of you are doing a fine thing, and it's wrong for any of you to deny it, or sneak, or anything. I think Miss Adrian ought to know that you and Marnie saw her and your dad, and your dad ought to know about Miss Adrian and all of you."
Buzz shook his head. "That's kind of heavy," he said.
"You mean about Rod shoving it in her ass?" Laura asked. "Don't worry, I won't tell. But is it all that bad? Everybody ought to be safe in the love of everyone else!" she shouted. "If you can't be, then you're no better than my folks!"
"Don't yell," Buzzie said, grinning. "I hear you. I believe you, too. But look at this. A big, fat hard-on. And you did it. What shall we do with it?"
Suddenly, Laura lost the earth-mother tone in her voice and became a hot little girl with a hot, juvenile body, a hot juvenile's reckless lust. "Shove it in my ass!" she cried.
Playing with Buzzie's prick, thinking about the beauty of some of the concepts she had been inspired to recite, had kept Laura as hot as she had been when Buzzie had made her come and fallen off her. On her hands and knees again, anxious but frightened, she shivered as the boy carefully smeared her own cum all up and down her crack. And,, to her surprise, he slipped it into her pussy. He plunged deep, too, so deep that his mound struck hers. He drove in, and she heard him moan.
"I'm glad you like it, Buzzie," she said humbly. "Are you going to come?"
His voice was strained. "Any minute." He gasped. "You, too?"
Somehow, she had a clairvoyant flash of his plan.
"Me, too, Buzzie," she said calmly, "as soon as you stick it in my ass!"
He laughed exuberantly and pulled the big tool out of her streaming pussy. He wiped up a handful of the lubricant and rubbed it above and on each side of the trembling ring of brown. "Get ready," he said, pressing the red head against the hole. "Don't fight it!"
The pressure on his finger should have told him. It was tighter than anything he could have dreamed. That first time, a month or two ago, with Marnie? No, tighter. It was pulling the foreskin back; the column, below the flare of his corona, was white with strain. He might hurt her. Or himself. The fire in his balls, in the head of his cock, was killing him. The crack of her ass, dark with her generous mat of hair, was beautiful. His cock, stretching that tiny asshole, was the hottest sight he could remember.
Very softly, he took hold of Laura's thighs. He could hear her sobbing breath, could see the flush in the white areas of her body. He shoved; a fraction of an inch went in, and he felt the enormous strength of her frightened sphincter. "Laura," he said hoarsely, "Laura! Let me in!"
Suddenly, they were both laughing, and he felt the tight ring relax. He cried out in wordless joy as his cock slipped past the portal and sank in for a good four inches. Under him, Laura said, "Goddamn, Buzzie, your cock feels a mile long and a block wide! But it's wonderful! I feel like I'm going to come right out of my mind!"
He felt a strong tremor in the ridged surface of her rectum, and in some way, a regret for this odd maidenhead he was taking. The white heat of coming, the explosive wave in his cock as his semen boiled into the twisting bowels, threw him onto the girl's back, his hands clasping her big breasts. He felt a long shudder rack her body, her hips bumped up and down in spite of his weight, and she cried out, "Ooohhh! Ooohhh!"
He raised himself on his hands, then his knees, and the girl's body followed his, but her sphincter was too tight for her to continue the inner contact. More quickly shrunken than usual after coming, his prick slipped out and he stared, open-mouthed, as pearly drops of jism oozed slowly from her asshole.
Over her shoulder, the pertly smiling face of the young girl challenged him. "Well, we broke some kind of a morals barrier, I guess, Buzzie," she said. "Don't get a trauma!"
He pushed her down and wrestled her on her back. "Don't be a smart-ass," he said. "I think I'm unscrambled, Laura, and it's your good sense that did it!"
"What we ought to do," she said at one point, "is to get everyone in this family circle a little loosened up. There are no real secrets. Maybe your dad doesn't like allowing himself to believe all these things are happening; maybe Miss Adrian is a little shy. But what you've got is too sweet and good to spoil by pretending. And I think it could be done, and without too much faking."
She went on, and Buzz began to smile and nod. "Yeah, my dad does have a birthday coming up soon. Thirty-nine, I think he'll be. We could have a party. It's still hot; we can use the pool."
Laura hugged herself with delight. "A surprise party!" she caroled.
Buzz hugged her, laughing. "A real surprise party!" he agreed.
Chapter Ten
"It's hard to believe-that in another year I'll be forty, and over the hill." Dale Goodwin manufactured a smile of resignation, not altogether convinced that he was joking.
Grace Adrian put her hand on his tanned back. "That's so silly I won't answer it," she said affectionately. "You, over the hill! None of the three females at this party of yours would agree." She kissed his bare arm and put her hand on his thigh. "Go on in the pool with the kids," she said. "I'll go put on my bikini." She laughed self-consciously. "It's the teeny-weeny kind-I bought it for the party."
As she stood up and walked toward the dressing area, Rod Mackin, sitting on the flagstone deck, held her ankle. "Wait awhile, Grace," he said. "Unless you want to put it on only so I can take it off. Look what's happening!"
He nodded to the shallow end of the pool where Laura and Marnie, who had swum from the deep end, stood up. Behind them, their bikini tops floated on the surface; their young breasts, the one pair small and perfect, the other large and equally perfect, bobbed jauntily as the two girls shook water from their faces. Buzzie, eating a piece of fried chicken near the buffet table, watched until the two laughing girls got out of the pool, then deliberately wiped his greasy hands in the dripping black hair that, matted by water, showed the dark red opening of Laura's cuntlips.
"I'll lick that off in a minute or two," he laughed, and Laura, happy that she and Marnie had done something to get the party away from a dull start, hugged him and gave him a very thorough cock-rubbing through his loose trunks.
Dale's quick thought: Maybe thirty-nine is too old for this kind of party, accompanied a quick irritation at everyone here, including himself, and the fact that Grace, who had been smiling at the by-play, now rested a hand on big Rod Mackin's head, did nothing to change his mood. But when the ruggedly good-looking boy put his hand right up between Grace's thighs, all the way to her crotch, and she gave that special little bleating cry which always pleased Dale when he touched her there, he blazed up in old-fashioned wrath.
The surprised Rod, who only knew that this was to be an open get-together, and assumed that "open" meant "not hidden," could only goggle as Dale stood over him, shrieking.
"You Goddamned punk!" Dale shouted, bending down to shove his face within an inch of Rod's. "Keep your hands to yourself or get your lousy ass out of here!"
He saw the unbelieving look on Grace's face as she backed away from his swinging arm, and heard Marnie's cry. "Daddy! Stop it!" and saw Buzzie's face, looking sick and undecided.
In a tumult of spirit, much of which had to do with the trauma dealt by a birthday to a man who believes he's aging, and a great deal more springing from a knowledge of having pooped the party, Dale looked around him for a shamefaced second or two, then headed for the back door of his house.
No one came after him, no one called him to come back. In complete loneliness, feeling an imaginary door shut behind his back, he trudged heavily into the kitchen, rummaged for a bottle of Scotch, and went upstairs. Heavy-hearted was the word for Dale Goodwin.
His bedroom was not a welcoming place. The bed, the mirror, even the nightstand in which he kept his K-Y jelly for Marnie, only reminded him of the gaiety and openness of the three women whose feelings he had flouted. For, when he attacked Rod, he knew that he attacked them all. He turned with his Scotch and a glass, and went into a spare room at the rear, stood where he could look down on the poolside fun. He had to give them credit-they had closed the ranks and had not gone under from his seizure of bad temper.
Grace did, indeed, put on her bikini, but out in the sun, with everyone laughing, and they all shouted encouragement while Buzz and Rod took it off. And Grace, bless her, was as gay as the kids. He felt worse in a way, yet something in his nature warmed away a part of his gloom. "I really acted like thirty-nine," he said aloud, and took a drink.
He watched with some curiosity and not a little revulsion as Marnie produced the seemingly menacing dildo, but got a quick surge of heat in his loins as she knelt by Grace and pushed the rigid thing into Laura, who stood with spread legs, and then bent it to shove the bigger end into Grace.
The boys had shed their surfer trunks, and he noted with a ripple of family pride that Buzzie's cock was the larger.
And he began to lose any trace of surliness when , holding the curved instrument in place and working it in and out of the two cunts, said, "The big end is Buzzie, the biggest end is Dad!"
His breath began to grow harsh and his cock got stiff as Grace and Laura, facing each other to keep the fake dicks in them, moved crablike to a long bench and lay down, their crotches facing. Shaded by a long canopy, Dale could still see, in the bright daylight, the shining highlights on pink and red labia, exposed as rising heat curled back the outer lips. He even fancied he could make out Grace's clit-its size always absorbed him. Happy voices came up to him.
"I don't know about you guys," Marnie said, "but this makes me hungry." She was holding onto the monstrous-looking dildo, obviously made with a yielding stiffness similar to the real thing, and both Grace and Laura were beginning to respond with small heaves and low sounds of pleasure. He looked down and saw his trunks, still on, bulging with a massive hard-on, and pushed them down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
He looked up at a scream of pleasure, and saw that Marnie, acting out her hunger, was kissing at the top of Grace's slit, and then switching over to do the same for Laura.
The effects of the fake cock, not only spreading the two pussies, but causing blood to fill and swell the inner labia, had resulted in fat outer lips completely open, and each clit was available, vulnerable, begging for someone's attention. With his own tongue growing hard, Dale laughed as Buzzie pushed his sister away and went down on Grace.
He frowned as the laughing Rod laid proprietary hands on Laura, pulling her hairy lips open so he laughed again as he saw Marnie's hands move to take the hard pricks of the two boys and begin to work them in her gentle hands.
It was too much; Dale forgot not only his outburst but his embarrassment, and was turning to rush downstairs when a movement in the shrubbery at the far side of the pool registered in his brain.
Apprehension was washed away in a burst of anger as he watched a man old enough to be his father standing behind a dense screen of camellias with a long, semihard cock in his hand. Worse yet, he thought, it was a man he had respected, in spite of the old man's known tendency to crusade against anything smacking of sex. And his anger increased when he guessed the reason.
"I may be out of a job soon, my dear," Grace had told him on one of their dates in her home. "Mister Jacoby, I feel, is having me watched. Between him and that glowering young policeman-what's his name? Sinclair?-I'm beginning to feel like a goldfish with no rocks to hide behind."
Dale had laughed and so had Grace, but he knew it was not impossible in this small town for a librarian, a teacher, to be hounded on charges of a sexual nature. And now it was apparent that Grace had been right, that Henry Jacoby had been spying to catch her in some flagrant act. And he had not only caught her, but all of them, in a scene of unbridled lust.
The welcoming cries which greeted the naked Dale, now without his anger, dwindled as he shook his head and showed them an unhappy face. "It's old Jacoby," he said in a low voice. "The old fart's over behind the camellias, jerking off! I d know what we can do-I can't believe he's just a peeper; I'll gamble he's got witnesses."
"I know what to do," Rod said quickly. "The old guy's always lecturing us kids on the evils of playing with ourselves. Look, Mister Goodwin, if you take your bottle and casually walk over to the cabana, he'll think you're going for ice. You can go around the bushes and catch him. I'll take Grace-Miss Adrian, I mean-and we'll swim across the pool, on his side, so he can't see us, but he'll think we're, uh, you know." The big kid looked abashed.
"Fucking, Rod," Miss Adrian said loud and clear, looking at Dale to see his reaction, and he smiled, squeezed one of her breasts, and patted Rod on the shoulder.
"And you and Grace slip up on him on the other side?" Dale asked in a low voice. "Good!"
He sauntered toward the cabana, keeping his eyes straight ahead, and heard twin splashes as Grace and Rod hit the water.
He stopped when he knew he was hidden from Jacoby's view and looked back. The old bastard was really getting a show, one that would hold his attention and make him easy prey. Laura was impaled on Buzzie's cock and Marnie, her thighs stretched wide, had her warm little split pressed on her brother's mouth.
"Your tits are so sweet!" he heard Laura say, and thought he saw a shudder of delight as his daughter's body leaned toward her girl friend's caressing hands. He pulled his gaze away and went through the shrubbery, and, feeling like a kid playing Indian, watched as old Henry Jacoby, honored and respected civic leader, wildly jerked at He judged that Grace and Rod were as near the old man as he was, and, just as the chairman of the library board clutched his jerking prick in pain and ecstasy as his load began to shoot, Dale stepped out into the small glade where Jacoby, with bulging eyes, stood transfixed.
And Grace and Rod, timing it perfectly, joined the pair and Grace, holding up her hands in mock horror, said, "Oh, Mister Jacoby! You, of all people!" And Rod, with a loud laugh, snorted, "You'll get warts on your hands, Mister Jacoby-won't he, Mister Goodwin?"
It was almost too complete a rout. It was minutes before the revered citizen could get up from where he had dropped to his knees, his face in his hands, and his gray pallor made even Rod sympathetic.
"The old bastard looks like he might blow it all," he said. "Go under-croak-you know what I mean?"
And the stricken man, his face sagging, eyes down, said hoarsely, "I wish I could."
He told them, under kind but firm questioning, why he was in such a sickening flap. They had gone to the pool, Jacoby had slumped down in a canvas chair, and Dale had poured the old man a big belt of straight whiskey.
"It's young Sinclair," he finally admitted. "He's waiting for my signal. If I don't blow this whistle soon," and he looked at his watch, "he'll come charging in here." Tears of utter helplessness rolled down the wrinkled cheeks. "And of course," the old man whispered brokenly, "I can't expect you people not to-expose me!"
"What would you expect?" Laura asked. "You two big bullies, going to all this trouble-this kind of sneaking, two-faced trouble-to disgrace a good person like Miss Adrian!"
"I think it may have been more than that," Grace said in a firm voice. "Isn't that true?" She had a look of contempt on her face as she looked down at him, and he flinched. "Come on," she said harshly, "what was it?"
"It was Sinclair's idea," the old man wailed. "Really! He has some kind of grudge against you, I think, Mister Goodwin. And Rod, too, I think. He said he wanted the glory of cracking a sex ring so he could get a lot of publicity."
"The bastard!" Laura said. "He's been trying to get me in that prowl car for the last year. And I'm not the only one. I think I know how to get him, really get him, but we may have to let this old hypocrite off the hook." She glared at Jacoby. "Nick Sinclair's envious and frustrated," she said. "He's always been on Rod's back, just because Rod, uh, gets around a little. And I'll bet he's done some peeping at Buzz and Rod and-oh, I'm sorry," she said, looking at Grace.
"Don't worry," the librarian said. "Do you think I have any secrets from Dale?" She looked at Rod and at Buzzie. "You two!" she laughed. "Do you think I would agree to marry a man and not tell him the truth about myself?"
"Married?" squealed Marnie, leaping to throw her arms around Grace, and Buzz, standing by her, fondly squeezed one of her buttocks, smiling broadly.
"It's great," said Laura, "but listen, here's what I'm going to do."
After she told them, and they led Jacoby into the house, Laura wriggled into her short, tight id left the house.
She knew exactly where Nick Sinclair was, and exactly what she would do. She even knew how he would react, and the knowledge put a spring in her step and an itch of anticipation in her pussy.
Chapter Eleven
As she turned the corner on the street that bounded the Goodwin's huge lot, and neared the overhanging branches of a dozen old pepper trees, Laura knew the hardest part of her job was coming. Not to notice the black and white car behind the screen of branches, when to be sure she had Sinclair's attention. Her planned action was so raw, so raunchy, that any fool should recognize it as a sucker trap.
"He won't," Dale had declared. "A stiff prick has no conscience, and don't I know it! But it has no sense, either!"
So, after entering the shaded tunnel made by the spreading limbs that met above her, and resolutely keeping her eyes away from the hidden car, Laura suddenly said, "Oh, damn it!" in her best voice, and hopped on one foot over to one of the biggest trees.
She sat down, opening her knees, and took off her shoe, looking for an imaginary pebble. In such a short skirt, now around her hips, she knew that Sinclair could see the darkness of her pubic hair against the stripe of skin kept white by her bikini. As though absent-mindedly, she scratched in this bush of black hair, and lewdly spread her thighs even wider to rub two fingers in the slickness of her cunt. To heighten the lasciviousness, she ran the fingers under her nose, sniffing.
She heard a car door open and pretended not to, and was turned toward the street when she was grabbed from behind by two powerful arms. By twisting, she managed to get her breasts under the hard hands and to rub her butt against the big man's thighs.
"Let me go!" she screamed, and then, guessing he would not be too analytical about anything she might say, she added his name: "Nick Sinclair! Let me go!"
He turned her to him, his face hot and expectant, and drew her close. "Jesus, kid, I'll fuck you if it costs me my job!" he panted. "Hold still-you want me to rip your dress?" And Laura, feeling pride in success, stood quietly as the big policeman fished out one of her breasts.
"Oh, baby! How old are you, Laura? That's your name, Laura, isn't it?" He looked up with his big mouth open, holding her exposed breast, shining where he just had finished sucking on it. "Where does this damned dress open?"
He ran her zipper down, almost braying in excitement as it fell to drape on her swelling hips, and rubbed his cheeks and mouth across the twin melons of warm flesh. With his hand under her dress from behind, he sucked each girlish boob in turn, and swore as his fingers slipped in her wetness.
Now, Laura thought, and said artlessly, "Why don't we go somewhere safer than this? Somebody might come past here any minute. No, not in your car," she said, as he pulled her toward it. "I know a better place. A fun place, and nobody'd ever think of looking there. Not even Mister Jacoby."
It strained her acting ability to meet his question.
"Where did I see him?" she repeated guilelessly. "At Marnie Goodwin's. Marnie phoned me from Arcadia and asked me to stop and see that their front door was locked. They went to the beach."
The hard-bodied young officer had relaxed his hold on her, and she moved to put her dress over her young tits, but Sinclair gripped her again. "You saw Jacoby?" he asked.
"Sure, I saw him," Laura said in surprise. "He was coming around the Goodwin's house. He gave me a sort of shit-eating grin and said nobody was home. I already knew that. Then he walked down the street. But if nobody's home, we can go in there by the pool." She looked up at the hard face boldly. It had to be now or never. "We can get naked and fuck in the water," she whispered, and almost laughed aloud as she felt the big cock under the uniform slacks harden.
Gratefully, Laura saw that the sun had dried the water spilled on the deck. She did not dare look up at the window where Dale, a camera nut, had his movie camera aimed and focused on pool and deck. She smiled up at Nick, her breath coming faster as she warmed to her duties, and began to undo his tie. "Do you ever play rough?" she asked. "Like if I tried to get away, you'd grab me and slap me around? It excites me."
She saw his hard features light up in assent, and made as if to turn and flee. She made her face register pain and fright as he jerked at her arms, and spun around under his handling, glad that his slaps were easy. Even so, her ears rang.
"That's what I mean, big boy," she whispered. "Grab me by the hair and peel off my dress!" After she was certain that Dale had plenty of age of her naked body and token struggle Laura whispered, "That's enough. Oh, I'm so hot!" and dropped on her knees. It took Sinclair less than a minute to shuck off his clothes, and as his big cock reared above her, she flashed him a smile not visible to the camera, and said, "Gee, Nickie, I hope you don't make me suck that big thing!"
Dale grunted with satisfaction as the cop's face showed a lustful snarl. "She's got him play-acting now," he muttered, and Marnie, leaning across a chair, said "Beautiful!" Behind her, gently rubbing his cock up and down in the cleft of her rump, Rod laughed. "Look at her go," he said.
Sinclair was holding Laura by her hair and demanding that she suck him off. She drew back, seemed to struggle, laughing up at him, and took the head of it into the warmth and closeness of her cheeks and tongue. She sucked him furiously, and pulled away. "I'm catching on fire, darling," she panted. "Carry me over to that bench and suck me. Please!"
She had not lied. She had been hot before she left, she had had only one short orgasm under tongue and dildo, and this charade had run her temperature higher and higher. The rank maleness under the foreskin on Sinclair's cock, even his rough handling, had her at a high pitch. So, when he pried her thighs apart and shot his hard tongue deep into her sensitive cunt, her body leaped, her legs went around his head, and she began to come, her body rippling up and down.
They went through it all. Grace and Marnie grinned at each other when Buzzie cried, "He'll kill her!" as the officer's big cock sank deep into the girl.
Marnie silently pointed to their dad's erection, and Buzz said, "Yeah, I guess he is as big," and Rod laughed, "Man, those things sure stretch!" making everyone laugh.
Old Henry Jacoby said, "What are you after-a full-length dirty movie?" and Dale, grinning, said, "Well, we have enough footage to hang Mister Sinclair."
He opened the screen, already cut open enough to allow his telescopic lens plenty of leeway, and cried, "Cut! That's all we need, Laura!"
She waved up at them. "Perfect!" she said. "I just had another big orgasm. He's not bad, Marnie! As big as your dad!"
The man between Laura's thighs, stunned and almost crazed at his helplessness, jerked the girl against him like a shield, but Dale laughed and said, "Forget it, Sinclair. You're a dead duck; you can't run. Don't get into any deeper trouble, man. I'm still shooting film." And the cop caved in.
In the end, Rod had to go with Sinclair to get his car and drive up to the Goodwin's porch so that Jacoby could get in. "I don't want your resignation at all, Sinclair," Dale said. "I want someone on the force that I can depend on to help kids instead of hounding them. You," he said, turning to .Jacoby, "can do what you like. This little letter you gave me," and he patted his pocket, "should be a guarantee of decent treatment of people you deal with. So cheer up!"
"That cute old devil," he heard Grace say. "You wouldn't believe it-the way he was shooting off! I thought he'd never stop. He was looking at me, just paralyzed, and that old cock just kept jerking and shooting!"
"Wonderful," Laura said. "And you know, that Nickie isn't bad. I don't think he would have been all that rough if I hadn't asked him to be.
Underneath, he may be just a nice, sweet guy. And that cock! The greatest!" She looked around at Dale and the boys and laughed. "Present company always excepted," she said. .
The sun was down behind the trees, and the coolness that is a part of the Southern California summer day reminded them that they were all nude except Dale, who had put on a long-tailed shirt.
"Let's go in and talk about our wedding plans," Marnie giggled. "Golly!" She patted Grace's swaying rump. "I guess we'll have to straighten up, Buzzie!"
Buzzie, walking up the broad steps by Grace's side, leaned to pull at one of her fine breasts. "Yeah, Mom, stick out your tit," he said. "Got any chocolate milk?"
They really were something, Dale told himself. It was good to be alive, more alive than he had ever been. And to have so much love, so freely given.
He looked at the dainty body of his daughter, and thought of his great prick dividing that slender body. / don't see how she takes it, he thought, and smiled as he remembered Rod's earthy comment: "They sure do stretch!"
He chuckled silently, thinking about Grace's forgiving tenderness toward that old bastard Jacoby, and of Laura's honest admiration of Sinclair's cock. He started to think that he didn't understand women, and changed his mind. I guess I do, he thought. It had been a nice day, after all. A nice day.