"You've got to be kidding, Bobbie Jo!" Wanda giggled. "Right in class? I go to the restroom at times like that."
Bobbie smiled slyly. "You've got to be cool. You know, keep a calm expression on your face and all." The school bus bumped across some railroad tracks, jouncing Bobbie and her friend Wanda up in the seat. When they came back down again, Bobbie Jo could feel her pussy sort of squish down against the seat. The tingles made her want to touch herself. And since they were in the very back there was no reason why she couldn't. Wanda was already rubbing her mound, her dress pushed down between her thighs in a shameful way.
"Today it hit me in the middle of study period," Wanda babbled on, her frizzy red hair blowing in the breeze from the window. It was only a week before school would be out for the summer and the weather was summery and fresh. "I just thought about Garston Caruthers until I couldn't stand it any longer. You know that Betty Barton told Elsie that he had a simply gorgeous cock. The biggest one in school.
"Betty would know. But I don't believe even half of what she says." Bobbie Jo tilted her head and smiled. "Garston is cute though."
"God, he's beautiful. So I was sitting there in study hall thinking of him and ..." Wanda gave a breathy sigh and Bobbie saw her slip her hand under her dress. Bobbie did the same. Her fingers petted the taut, hot band of nylon that stretched across her young cunt. She was turning sixteen that month and it seemed like all her energies were concentrated on what was happening to her body. She was thinking sex, dreaming sex, wanting sex! It had all happened so quickly that she didn't have time to sort things out. She could hardly cope with all the new tingles and itches and romantic cravings. But fingers helped. She slipped one in under her pantycrotch and petted the smoldering plump halves of her mound. She had hardly any hair at all sprouting from her labia, and it embarrassed her that Wanda's firm little cunt had a nice fringe of kinky red curls almost thick enough to hide her crevice. Wanda was five months older though so that was some consolation.
"Ohhhh," her red-headed friend moaned, her head flopping to one side.
"Boy, they'd know what you were doing if you pulled that in study hall," Bobbie Joe kidded.
"But I'm not in study hall," Wanda gasped. There was a wet sound down under her dress. Bobbie could almost guess what her friend was doing. Bobbie's own finger had worked between her hot lips and she pushed it up along her clit. A burst of raw sex thrills made her shiver. She rubbed the pink nubbin again and it swelled quickly from its protective hood. She started a slow and gentle massage at the base of the magic button until the soles of her feet were burning and her breath was coming fast and hot.
"God," she sighed, "it feels s-o-o-o-o good!"
"Have you ever pushed inside your hole? You know what I mean?"
Bobbie slitted her eyes. "I can't find the little place. I looked but I just couldn't find it."
"It was hard finding mine too," Wanda nodded, her voice shuddery with the excitement she was stirring between her loins. "It's where your blood comes out. And it kinda hurts the first time. I got my little finger in and the next time I used my middle one."
"How big is it now?"
"Almost big enough for my thumb." She made a growling sound deep in her throat and again Bobbie Jo heard the juicy sound of the red-head's fingers petting her dainty, dripping petals. A musky scent rose from their young bodies. Bobbie had gotten where she liked to smell it. She liked Wanda's smell too. It got her hot to sniff the pungent perfume when they stayed all night together and Wanda had a sexy dream.
Using the information her friend had given her, Bobbie searched diligently for her vagina's opening. She knew it was there somewhere. Unless she'd been born some kind of freak. But no, she was certain that she had a pussy. Because sometimes when she was playing with herself she got a funny, hollow feeling up in her abdomen. It was like there was a hunger there, an empty place that needed filling. Just rubbing her clit wasn't quite enough. Her body was trying to tell her it wanted more! Lots more! Bobbie Jo was wearing bright red knee socks and a short silk skirt. When she parted her thighs and pushed her pantycrotch farther to one side, another bewitching thrill dazzled her. She was touching the dark juicy lump of flesh that was commonly known as a girl's cherry. She knew the little opening for her menstrual blood had to be right around there somewhere. The big muscles in her slender thighs were trembling as she concentrated on the feverish, slickened flesh. She prodded gingerly with a fingernail and gave a little squeal when it hit her.
"Find it yet?"
"Nope. It really must be small. But I have a period every month so I know it's there."
Under the thin blouse she wore Bobbie felt the nipples of her breasts extending from the dusky dark flesh of her areolas. She was fascinated at the way her tits had grown the past few years. Those circles of light maroon had widened and become dotted with little bumps. And her nipples had changed too. They had thickened and sprouted into super sensitive lumps. She could hardly bear to rub them sometimes. And in a shower if she passed a soapy palm across them, she would be forced to masturbate. The connection from tit to clit seemed to be a powerful one.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped in surprise. Something had given, something had parted for her fingertip. And she could feel the tight flesh around her first knuckle. She'd actually penetrated herself!
"What happened?" Wanda wanted to know, her face somewhat slack from the in and out slide of her finger in her cunthole.
"I found it!" Bobbie Jo whispered excitedly. "Ohhh god, my finger is going up inside me just as easy as ... uhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhh shit!"
"Feels good, doesn't it," Wanda said, licking her lips. Then her eyes brightened and she eased her hand out from under her skirt. "Oh wow, I forgot to tell you about what I picked up today."
Still amazed that she'd actually pushed a finger up into that mysterious cavity of her body, Bobbie Jo watched her friend wipe her glossy fingers on her dress and dig in her purse. Wanda glanced around before she took the thing out. Bobbie's heart jumped when she saw it. It looked about seven inches long and was about the size of a hammer handle around the shaft. At the end a crude rounded knob had been formed. The whole thing was obviously of very supple springy rubber and was a kind of weird pink in color.
"They were doing some rubber molding in shop today and Bernie Dickson made this for a joke. I heard about it later. The shit really hit the fan when Mr. Brown saw it. I guess Bernie was sent to the principal's office. I was getting a hall pass so I heard."
"But how did you get..."
"Mr. Brown locked it in his desk drawer. At least he thought he locked it. When the girls' Arts and Crafts period started I saw him stuff it in there. Everybody else was fooling around and blabbing. I was the only one who knew Bernie had gotten in trouble, cause I heard them giving him hell through the glass partition when I was. getting my pass ..."
"So you stole it?"
"I just couldn't resist getting hold of it." Wanda turned the thing slowly in her fingers. Now that Bobbie thought about it, the rubber creation did sort of resemble a man's cock. She'd seen a picture of one in a book once. She reached out and Wanda dropped the thing into her palm. It was heavier than she'd expected. The rubber had come out of the pressure mold as smooth as skin.
"God," she said, her other hand still under her skirt. She pushed around, feeling the tiny slit in her hymen part a little. She had her finger two knuckles deep now and she knew she could push it even deeper. "Can I borrow it tonight?" Bobbie didn't know what had made her ask. But there was something about the artificial phallus that intrigued her, excited her.
Wanda shrugged. "Sure, I guess so. Just don't lose track of it. If I can ever get up the nerve I'm gonna..." She let out a long breath and her eyelids fluttered closed. "Oh wow, I'll bet a girl could just about find out what it's really like to do it with a boy with that thing."
"Yeah," Bobbie nodded, her eyes tracing the slender shaft and the bulging head of the dildo. "Bernie Dickson is really awful, isn't he."
"He sure is," Wanda smiled. "Just awful."
"You'd think he'd know better. I mean Mr. Brown is really a prude about..."
"Hey" Wanda hissed, tugging at Bobbie's dress. "You'd better hide that thing. Hal Henderson is looking at you again."
Bobbie Jo peered over the back of the seat in front of her. Three rows up Hal had turned in his seat and was smiling softly in her direction. He was a lanky, clumsy boy who wore hornrimmed glasses that always tilted a little on his nose. He was probably the smartest kid at Dawnfield High. And it was obvious that he had a terrible crush on Bobbie Jo. She couldn't stand him. "You oughta go out with him sometime," Wanda suggested. Bobbie pushed the rubber cock deep into her purse and made a face.
"Him?" She pretended to shudder. "I'll bet he kisses like a turtle." For some reason that seemed extremely funny and both girls giggled hysterically. Bobbie sneaked a glance at Hal and saw that he was still smiling dreamily in her direction.
"I'll bet he'd spend lots of money on you," Wanda said. "His folks are loaded. He gets to use his old man's Lincoln any time he wants, I hear."
"I don't care if he drives a Sherman tank," Bobbie Jo blurted and the two of them giggled until Bobbie was afraid she might wet her panties. "Oh hell, here's my stop. I'll see you Wanda."
"Bye. Take care of my... " Wanda winked. Bobbie clambered down the aisle. As she passed by the seat Hal was in she felt unexplainably cruel. The finger of her right hand was still damp from being in her feverish crevice. The impulse took control of her before she could think and she pushed the musky-scented finger across Hal's upper lip as he looked up adoringly at her as she passed.
"See ya Hal," she said, enjoying the shock on the boy's face as he realized just where her damp digit had been. But no sooner had she stepped down from the bus and watched it pull away than Bobbie felt bad. "That was dumb and mean," she said to herself. "It was kinda nasty too.
Bobbie Jo snugged her books under her breasts and started off across the park. She didn't notice that two blocks on the bus made an unscheduled stop to let Hal Henderson off. She didn't see him duck into the trees that edged the north end of the park. Bobbie was too intent on her own feelings. And her feelings were strong ones. She was thinking of that rubber cock-thing in her purse. She was growing very excited just wondering how it would feel to rub it against her body.
She was just passing the storage shed where the park maintenance men kept their junk when the thought occurred to her. The walking and thinking had started her cunt to aching for attention. She didn't think she could even make it home if she didn't do something quick. And that rubber cock in her purse seemed to be almost alive. She could sense its presence. Her body hungered. She glanced around her, tried the door of the shed. Inside it was darker and she could smell old grass and fresh earth. A power lawnmower stood in the corner and rolls of hose hung from hooks on the wall. There were a dozen bags of lawn fertilizer stacked neatly in the center of the shed. She sat on them and dug the rubber phallus from her purse. It made her heart beat faster just to look at the thing.
"God, that's sexy," she breathed. There was a window directly in front of her and though the glass was dirty, enough light filtered in so she could see what she was doing. She skinned her panties down and stepped out of one leghole. The flimsy, blue nylon things dangled around one ankle as she pulled her skirt up to expose her white thighs and sparsely furred pubes. She could see her downy peach-like labia and a tiny slit of glistening membranes where her excitement had caused the inner surfaces to swell with fresh blood. By now the dildo was shaking in her fingers as she pushed the knobbed end down towards her cunt. It brushed along her closed labia and she pushed a little harder, forcing the rounded part a little deeper. Her vulva opened and she saw a bright smear of slickness coat the very tip end of the rubber prick. The sensation was exquisite! She felt all tingly and hot. Her skin was flushed and she couldn't seem to quite get her breath.
"Oh wow, this is really far out!" She held the cock halfway down its shaft and rubbed it back and forth against her pussy. By now her outer lips had stretched out around the knob. It made a sticky, wet sound as she forced it up and down between her more delicate inner lips. She could see the pink hollows and petals, the little red lump of her cherry. She pushed the big end of the prick against that spot and opened her knees as wide as they would go. The tendons stood out in sharp relief where they came out of her groin. All her flesh was so soft and delicate down there. The "slurpy sound of the rubber cock tip made her give a little moan of excitement. It was rubbing her so wonderfully! "Whhuuuh! Ohhhh shit, ohhhh god!" Her eyes fluttered closed. She was pushing harder now. She knew she was taking a chance. Yet she didn't want to really think about it. If she considered what she was trying to do she might freak out and stop. She didn't want to stop. Not with the way that thing was touching her. And deep inside she had begun to feel the familiar hunger, that hollowness she'd experienced before. She knew that up inside her was a place, a place that wanted something shoved into it.
Bobbie Jo was panting, her small breasts rising and falling under the thin blouse she wore. One shoe had fallen off and she saw the other was untied. Both feet pointed so that only her toes and buttocks were touching anything at all. And both her hands held the rubber cock firmly, pushing . .. pushing!
"Ohh, I want to get fucked! I want it more than anything!" She gave a little thrust and a sharp pain made her suck a breath and freeze. She was shaking like a leaf. Her skin prickled. The hair stood up on the nape of her neck. Something had given up inside her cunt! Something had torn. The sting she'd experienced hadn't been much more painful than a penicillin shot. Gently she moved the phallus-shaped thing and felt the sting again. She stared breathlessly at where she'd pushed it against her swollen vulva. The rubber knob was still outside her body. But a tiny red line was trickling down the rubber shaft. She watched it curve under the smaller part of the dildo and then it warmed her fingers.
"God, what have I done?" For a second Bobbie Jo thought of stopping and putting that damned thing in her purse and going on home. But her body was still throbbing with desire. She dared to force the cock-thing against her a little harder. She was overcome with surprise when it sank into her flesh a full inch before coming up against any resistance. Now when she looked down, the knobbed part of the cock was gone. It was inside her! Or almost, anyway. She tightened her sphincter and her cunthole squeezed the knob, pushing it back out. Now Bobbie Jo thought she understood her anatomy a little better. She forced it back into her dripping cunt, making herself relax as the knobbed part went in with a slurp. More blood leaked down onto her fingers but she wasn't frightened anymore. All females bled when they got stabbed that first time. And this was her first time. The only difference being that a boy wasn't connected to this... this penis. Well, there were probably other differences that she didn't know about But it felt good! It felt wonderful! If the real thing felt any better she didn't think she could stand it.
"Christ in heaven, that thing is going right in. It's kinda tight but it's fitting!" She let her shoulders sag forward as she watched another inch of pink rubber disappear slowly between the throbbing lips of her pussy. The blood was really dripping now. There was a dark spot on the floor of the shed between her feet. And her fingers were smeared with crimson. But it didn't look like a huge amount of blood. She'd seen worse when she'd cut her finger on a piece of glass. And the pain was only a dull ache now. She gripped the slender shaft of the rubber cock and thrust it deeper.
"Ghhhhuuuuhh," she babbled as that rounded knob plunged into her clasping tube. She'd never felt anything like that! She could actually tell that her insides were squeezing down on that fantastic thing. Just like it was real. A whole flurry of erotic thoughts bombarded her. What would a boy feel when her pussy did that? And would a real cock push back against the rhythmic squeezes of her cunt?
"Huuhhnnn, ohhhhh, whhhuuuh," she groaned, moving the rubber dildo like she thought a boy might do if he was fucking with his own cock. A slick, sucking sound filled the shed as she speared her cunt and then eased the thing out. In and out, in and out, a little deeper each time. She was surprised at how far up into her belly that knob was going! But she was right in there too. The muscles of her pussy constricted around the shape, squeezing the soft rubber so hard sometimes that she couldn't get it out. Her fingertips were slippery with blood and juice. She was holding the thing at the base now. Just a little further ... another inch.
"Wow!" she gasped as she felt something touched way, way up inside her. The pink rubber shaft had almost disappeared between her swollen pubes. And Wanda had said it was about seven inches long give or take. Bobbie Jo wondered how long a real one was. She struggled to get hold of the thing but her fingers kept slipping. She panicked for an instant. What if that awful weird rubber prick was imbedded in her forever? But that was silly. She made herself relax and tried to calm her breathing. The muscles of her young cunt softened around the thing and then slipped down as Bobbie dug at it with her nails. Gingerly she slid it out. A ripple of pleasure made her nipples poke against her silk blouse. Biting her bottom lip, she rammed the rubber cock up into her again.
"Yhheees," she babbled, licked her lips, "ohhh yes, yes yes!"
She pulled it out and rammed it again, again, again. The steady in and out rhythm was working on her now. Her cunt contracted and relaxed steadily, building its own rhythm to match hers. Her hot juices spilled, mingling with her blood to drip into the crack of her ass. Bobbie Jo didn't care about the mess she was making on that bag of fertilizer. Her thighs were tense, her toes pointed more sharply than before. Her tits rose and fell and she felt the shuddering waves of lust coming at her, driving her half crazy. She'd masturbated to climax many times before. But it had never been like this. Her slender body shivered as she felt the ecstatic moment near. Her velvety insides were wrapping tightly around that rubber cock now, milking at it as if it was the real thing. This had a fantastically-erotic effect on Bobbie. She began to plunge her slim hips around. Her ass scraped against the fertilizer bag as she thrust her feverish mound up and down against the stabbing movements of her hand. The cock was thoroughly coated with her slick juices. It went deep, deep against the knotted mouth of her womb. Then a storm of pleasure hit her. She slipped sideways, almost falling from her perch.
"God! Ohhh god!" she cried, flushed and trembling from the heavenly sensations she was experiencing. The thrills exploded outwards from her pussy. They passed over her flesh and made her heave with gasping lungfuls of air. It was like a mighty convulsion, a convulsion of frenzied pleasure that wiped all thoughts from her mind, all other perceptions. And she was only half-conscious when the shadow of something or someone passed outside the window. No, it was someone, a person peeking at her. She drooled from the acute tingles that still pounded through her pussy. By the time she'd focused on the dirty panes of glass there was on no one.
Bobbie Jo lay back on the other bags of fertilizer, her bloody fingers lying softly on her white thighs. The end of the rubber cock jutted out of her pussy an inch as her juices leaked from it and onto the wood floor of the shed. Bobbie couldn't move, couldn't think. Even the shock of knowing that some person had probably been watching her hadn't sunk in. She was too overcome by the unbelievable joy she'd experienced. Her cunt was still throbbing rhythmically around that rubber thing. It felt lovely! She rocked her hips gently, feeling the stiff shape inside her. So that was what it was like. That was why so many people went half crazy about sex. Why so many girls got in trouble. All the romantic novels she'd read suddenly made sense. In those damned books they were always covering it up, hiding the real facts. But this was the nitty gritty that made those heroes and heroines do absolutely insane things to get to each other.
Weakly, she pushed herself up. It wasn't easy to pull the rubber prick from her pussy. The suction was strong where her insides clasped wetly to the smooth surface. And the knob seemed to be pulling her insides out along with it. But finally it rested in her palm. It was smeared with blood and glossy with girl juice. Only then did Bobbie think about that shadow that moved across the window panes.
"Oh shit, somebody did see me. I don't think I imagined it. I don't think I did ... " It took her a few minutes to get her panties back on. Her inner thighs were smeared with blood but she cleaned herself up as best she could and snuggled her panties against the raw wound of her freshly speared pussy. For the first time since it had happened, she considered the fact that she was no longer a virgin.
"Well, I am and I'm not." She hefted the rubber cock and' smiled. "You did it to me you nasty thing." In her mind she made another connection. Since Bernie Dickson had created this rubber monstrosity, in a way it'd been Bernie who'd stolen her maidenhood. It was farfetched of course, but Bobbie was amused by her bent bit of logic and let the image dance across her mind. She even wondered about the possibility of Bernie at the window watching her fuck herself with his erotic invention. Ridiculous of course, but fun.
Only when Bobbie Jo walked out into the sun again did she feel the first pang of guilt. She looked around her like a sneak thief, wondering if the peeping torn was hiding behind some bush and laughing wickedly. She felt embarrassment too. That somebody knew just what a nasty, naughty little girl she was. If it ever got spread around school that she, Bobbie Jo Jenkins, had stopped in the gardener's shed in the park and impaled herself on a rubber prick she knew she'd never return to a class again. She doubted whether she could even face anyone on the street if something so devastating happened.
Bobbie walked as quickly as she could towards home. It wasn't long until she had to lean against a telephone pole and rest. The blood had started leaking from her hole again. She felt it trickle in a hot line down her thigh and wet the edge of her knee sock. She ached too. Her cunt had been stretched and gouged by that thing and after almost sixteen years of emptiness. It would take a little getting used to. She looked behind her and thought she saw someone ducking behind a bush. Bobbie whimpered and pushed on.
"Damn pervert. I wonder if that's the guy who saw me in the shed?" She swallowed her pain and limped across the street and down the sidewalk of the block where she lived.
CHAPTER TWO
Amanda Jenkins stood in the shade of the back porch with a gin and lemonade as her nephew bent to pry a spadeful of hard earth from a flower bed. The boy was broad-shouldered and already tan from the season's sun. At eighteen he seemed like a young Adonis to Amanda. She remembered how it'd been when she'd been a young girl. So shy, so retiring. She wasn't like that at all now. Maybe her husband Don had broken all her old taboos, taught her how to be a woman. But Don was gone now. And he wouldn't ever be back. And her girlish days were gone too. She had her daughter to think of.
Her own future too. Part of that future was Merle Richardson, her dinner date for that evening. Merle owned a construction company. She didn't ask him what else he owned. But it was enough to assure that he always went first class.
Carl stopped and leaned against his shovel. A fire stirred between Amanda's thighs as she watched the graceful ripple of muscle down his side. His faded jeans fit his ass so beautifully. Even Merle couldn't boast of such a lovely body. Amanda reddened. She must have had too much gin and sun. Thinking such lewd thoughts about her own nephew.
"That looks great, Carl," she observed, walking up to him. Her hand went out to touch his shoulder. She hadn't even thought of doing it. But now that her fingers were there the tingle she felt in her loins burned brighter. God, he was sexy looking!
"I wish I could finish it for you. Every bit of this should be turned over. And the lawn needs work too."
"Oh that's right, your folks are going on vacation as soon as your graduation is over this week."
"I don't want to go," he grinned. "Got a girl and we were looking forward to the summer coming." His curly brown hair was bleached almost blond on top. The sun had kissed his nose too and freckled his shoulders and cheeks.
"Well why don't you just tell my headstrong sister that you're staying here? I could give you that room upstairs and you could finish all this and make a little money too."
"God, you think that'd be alright?" Carl asked. Amanda used the opportunity to hug his shoulders.
"Why sure. And if Betty balks at my offer just tell her you're old enough to make your own decisions. Aren't you turning eighteen soon?"
"I am eighteen," Carl, said proudly. "Last month."
Amanda caught herself looking at his navel. His belly was ridged with muscle. God, she couldn't stop thinking those awful lewd thoughts. She imagined him climbing over her, his tan, young flesh crushing her down onto a bed. She trembled and dropped her hand from his arm.
"You okay Aunt Amanda?"
"Oh yes. I'm fine." She sipped her gin and lemonade until the dizzy feeling had passed. She was sure that by now her pantycrotch was plastered up against her cunt. When she rocked her hips she felt all mushy and wet down there.
"You used to be a model, didn't you," Carl said, stating rather than asking. Amanda nodded.
"It was an education."
"Just fashion stuff?"
"A little bit of everything," she said, letting her smile turn slightly naughty. The gin was making her loose. "And I mean everything." Carl's eyes widened but he maintained his composure.
"See, I'm kind of a photographer myself," he admitted. "Oh, I don't know much. But I've always wanted to do spreads for magazines and that kind of thing." He shrugged. "I guess it's gonna take lots more experience than I have to learn the ropes."
"Well I've never been on the camera end of it," Amanda said, draining her glass. "But I could probably give you a few pointers sometime." She patted his back, liking the patina of sweat that came off on her palm. "Let's see if we can get your folks to let you stay here first."
"Right, Aunt Amanda," Carl smiled, shoving is spade into the flower bed again. She went back to the house, her flesh tingling with the thought of having such a beautiful male hanging around for the summer. She felt young again, excited like a schoolgirl. That damned gin. She never could stop in time it seemed.
As she came into the living room she met Bobbie Jo. Her daughter looked a little flushed as she dropped her books onto the sofa and headed for the stairs.
"Hi honey, you okay?"
"Sure Mom. Fine."
Amanda went into her downstairs bedroom and closed the door. Then she stripped off her tennis shorts and matching blouse and peeled her panties away from her mound. Yeah, she was really flooding juice. Just touching her handsome nephew had started her libido to churning. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have him stay in the house after all. Of course it wasn't. That's why she liked the possibility.
"Better shower and sober up before Merle picks me up," she sang, heading for the bathroom. But then she stopped and looked at the small drawer of the bedside table. She nodded to herself and went to it. The vibrator was the pistol-shaped kind with all sorts of little attachments. Amanda had purchased it not long after her husband had left her. And since that time she'd almost worn the damned thing out. She fitted her favorite attachment to the business end and plugged into the wall socket. The attachment was a circular disc with small raised protuberances of soft rubber. Amanda thought of it as her clit-dinger. She sat on the edge of the bed breathing hard. Then she lay on her back and drew her knees up. She watched the humming end of the clit-dinger disappear under her mound. As she pressed it up gently against her labia, the plump lips blossomed hungrily. The humming device sank in with a slurpy sort of sound and Amanda tightened her belly and humped her back down into the bed. Her pubes split wider, taking the nippled surface of the attachment deeply between her inner folds. Her clit was being stimulated directly now and she rolled her hips slowly, exposing all her secret surfaces to the lusty trembling of the machine.
"Yuuhhhh," she groaned, smiling, panting softly. She was thinking of Carl again. His smooth, muscled back. The salty smell of him as he worked in the garden. She wondered if a young man of that age might find her attractive. The vibrator trembled in her hand and she eased it down her slit, and back up again.
Now she was imagining what it would be like to undress him. She glowed at the thought of peeling the boy's tight jeans off his hips, sliding them down over his firm, hard buttocks. She imagined peeling his skivvies down too to expose what had to be a beautiful cock. If it was anything like the rest of him. And to have that stiff, hot thing bob up into her palm!
"Ohhh god, I know it's wrong. But I can't help lust after him. He looks like such a delicious piece of ass." Amanda made a growling noise in her throat and pumped more frantically against the titillating end of the vibrator. It was making her hot juices flood now. She could feel the itchy burn that signalled her climax. It would take her only a few seconds more if she wanted it that fast. Or she could tease herself and draw the lovely convulsions out for agonizing minutes. Someone tapped on the bedroom door.
"Mom?" Bobbie Jo called, "it's Merle on the phone. He wants to pick you up early."
"Ohhh," she gasped, trying to pull herself together. She felt embarrassment at being interrupted by her young daughter even if the door was closed. "Oh, alright, tell him. Ohhh god, let me think." She thumbed the vibrator off and sat up weakly. "Tell him I'll jump right in the shower."
Amanda had barely adjusted the water and stepped under the spray when the bathroom door was opened. She could hear Merle's deep chuckle as he began to strip off his clothes.
"Merle!" she gasped. "I do have a daughter you know. What would Bobbie Jo think if she knew you were..."
"I don't think Bobbie would give a damn," he laughed, jerking back the curtain. Amanda stared at his hairy chest and thighs. His cock was half erect already as he got in under the spray and curled a big arm around her waist.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed, feeling his cock bump wetly against her ass. He kissed her neck and shoulders. His hands explored her waist and petted her belly. She was glad she'd retained her good figure over the years. Because a man like Merle appreciated such things. And Amanda figured that her nephew Carl had probably looked twice at her retreating bottom. She was almost certain he had.
"I know I was going to see you later for dinner. But I just couldn't wait. And I'd cleared up all the work I was doing today and decided that it might be nice to come over and ..."
"... and throw me in the sack for a quickie." She pinched him and pretended to be put out. But his mouth was making her skin tremble. His mouth was wet and hot. His mouth was hungry. Amanda loved a hungry mouth. She often felt as if she were being devoured. Now Merle's tongue had captured a nipple. As he worked it and nibbled it her back arched and she rubbed her hips against his. He dug a finger along her cunt and the juices spilled out as if he'd burst an over-ripe peach.
"Whhuuuhhh, ohhhh Merle darling!"
"What were you doing when I called? Bobbie told me you couldn't come to the phone."
"I'll never tell."
"Probably playing with yourself," he kidded. Amanda blushed, shocked by how his guess had hit home.
"Merle, we really shouldn't do this. Bobbie'll find out that you got in the shower with me."
"So what if she does. She's a grown up girl. Which reminds me, you'd better keep an eye on her. I'll bet there are a dozen boys just walking around with their tongues
hanging out and thinking of how they'd like to ... " "Merle! Do you have to be so crude?"
"Just facing facts." He dug deeper between her cuntlips. Amanda shuddered as she felt him push into her hole. Her muscles squeezed down on him. That was one thing she was proud of. The control she had over her pussy. She had worked on it as soon after the birth of her daughter as possible so she wouldn't lose the ability to hold a man tightly. Men loved that. She'd never met one who didn't just about shoot his cream every time she grabbed him good with the slick, hot surface of her pussyhole.
Now Merle was fingerfucking her in a slow, tantalizing way. She leaned hard against him, her big breasts wet against his chest as she pumped her hips and babbled.
"Just like you, your daughter is going to like sex," he said. "Already she walks like a woman. She's got all the right instincts. But some guy's gonna come along and grab her before she knows what's happening and ..."
"Oh Merle, please." She didn't want to hear about her daughter right now. She wanted to concentrate on that lovely in and out penetration of her lover's finger. And her fingers were eager to hold him too. She found his cock and rubbed it with soap. Then as he continued to play with her cunt, she massaged his soapy cock until it was rock hard and throbbing against her palm.
"Mmmmm," she groaned, "this is fun."
"I thought you'd come around after a few minutes of skin games." Merle rubbed the plush halves of her ass as he kept pushing that finger in and out. She was squeezing it with her insides and the subtle friction had built to a tingling glow. She was gasping, feeling that radiant hunger like she'd felt with the vibrator. Only better.
"God, your cock is huge!" she laughed, always amazed at how the thing grew when she started fooling with it. It was a good eight inches, maybe a little more. And thick across the head. So thick that even her mature body was sometimes stretched a little when Merle was in a hurry to bury it.
"Now that you've washed it nice and clean I could really get into a little fellatio," he whispered.
The spray rained down on both of them as Amanda got to her knees in the tub. She let the falling water rinse the soap suds of Merle's prick. And when it was shiny clean and throbbing she pushed her lips over the tip. His foreskin was forced back as she pulled greedily at the bulging head. Her tongue raked the undersurface of that bloodfilled knob until her lover was beating softly on the tiled wall. His knees trembled. She could see his balls rising and falling as his muscles contracted deep inside his groin.
"God damn, you know how to suck my cock," he grunted, hands petting the sides of her face. She let him touch the place where her lips were stretched around the thick shaft. He pumped his hips and his prick slid in and out. The tender lobes under his tip rode along her tongue. She made a soft, sucking trough so he could plunge back and forth along it. His chest heaved. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his balls and squeezed rhythmically as she felt his prostate start to pound like a jungle drum.
"Baby! Ohhhh god damn it! Ohhhh fuck!"
"Cuuhhhmmmm," she moaned through her nostrils. She was panting as hard as he was. When it got this close Amanda always felt the hunger bum hotter inside her. It was a real hunger, a desire to swallow quarts of male semen. Sometimes she had even wondered if a woman could live on the stuff. Since her teenaged years, Amanda had had a craving for the creamy, pungent sap that bubbled so hot and slick from the head of a man's cock. Remembering Merle's warning about Bobbie Jo, she found herself a little fearful of her daughter's beauty. Sucking cock was okay for her but not for her daughter.
"Oh baby, let me fuck you!"
"Mmmm," she cooed, wondering which she'd rather have. His cum or her orgasm. Of course she could have them both if Merle would agree to eat her out. But often after he'd come, he wasn't much in the mood for sex for a while. She decided that she wanted to feel that thick, throbbing thing being forced up between her cuntlips.
"Hurry darling," she gasped, twirling the faucet knobs and throwing a towel across his body. She toweled him quickly and then herself and led him to the bed. They fell across the mattress moaning, hungry for it.
"Ohhh put it in me! Put it in deep Merle! I love that cock of yours! Ohhh I want it spurting me full of hot cream!" She lay on her back, her ass dancing suggestively as he knelt before her. His big prick was dark blue on the end, the foreskin pulled back to form a thick collar behind the head. She loved the feel of a man's prick. And Merle was so big that the foreskin made him gouge at her insides even more.
There was a sound as his cocktip pressed into her ripe folds. She humped frantically, pulling at his ass with her fingers.
"You're so prudish about what your daughter does," Merle laughed. "But look at you."
"I know darling but Bobbie Jo's so young."
"You were young once too. And I'll bet you liked to fuck just as much." He kissed her hard, almost sucking the air from her lungs. His cocktip was suddenly thrust up into her and she gave a gasping cry that he quickly smothered with another kiss. His chest crushed her. His hips slammed her. His cock divided the raw, hot meat up inside her body. She took him gladly, eagerly. She took him to the hilt, took him until that velvety glans was mashed against the mouth of her womb.
"Fuck!" she hissed, teeth bared with the intensity of her joyous spasms.
"Yeah baby, it's deep! Really nice and deep!" The big man lurched powerfully, his ass driving the flared crown of his cock against her womb again. Her juices leaked out to form dewy droplets in the hair that curled around his ball sack. - "Ohhh Merle darling! Ohhhhh god!"
"Yhhuuhhnnn," he gasped back, both hands firmly grasping her dancing ass. He was plowing her strong and steady now as Amanda felt herself slip into that ecstatic whirlpool of total climax. She didn't know what she was doing or saying. She bucked and lurched writhed like a serpent as the big hairy man speared her with his cock, smothered her with his mouth. It was a hot, keenly intense rut. But a flicker of a fantasy pushed into her mind. She was thinking of Carl. Of Carl doing this to her! And when she thought of that her clit exploded in a final frenzy of utter joy.
Out in the hall, Bobbie Jo eased her mother's bedroom door closed again and leaned against the wall. Her heart was fluttering in her chest and her mind spinning with confusion.
"I knew people got excited when they made love," she breathed to herself, "but I didn't know they turned into animals!" She swallowed hard, trying to get a grip on what she'd just observed. But she couldn't. The way Merle had looked slamming his big cock up into her mother's body! He'd been biting and growling and treating Amanda so roughly. And her mother had appeared to enjoy it all.
"It's a wonder he didn't split her in two with that... that thing!" Bobbie thought of the rubber dildo she had hidden in her drawer. It wasn't nearly so big as that fantastic organ growing from Merle Richardson's body. She touched her mound unconsciously and gave a weak whimper. If any man ever tried to do that with her she thought she'd scream. But another part of her was throbbing right now, hungry for excitement. Her cunt leaked warm butter into the crotchband of her panties. She was remembering how that rubber cock had felt the moment she'd known it was sliding into her pussy! Then the ugly memory of that shadow sliding across the window- Her face reddened. She stumbled down the hallway, away from the moaning afterlust that was going on behind her mother's bedroom door.
CHAPTER THREE
It was two days later when Bobbie was helping her cousin Carl carry some of his stuff upstairs to the room her mother had offered him. She was struggling with a cumbersome box full of books and magazines when the bottom split and a few items fell to the floor. She bent to retrieve them and was about to shove them back in the box when she saw the full-color picture across the front cover of one magazine.- "Oh wow!" she said, shivering. A young girl with freckles was sucking a cock. A huge cock! That's all the picture showed. It didn't show the man or much of the girl but her face. But there it was, a huge, spit-glossed penis fitting right into the teenager's mouth. Before she could even think, Bobbie flung the magazine into her open door then hurried to deliver the box to her cousin's room.
"Oh," he said, a little suspicious by the look on her face. "I was gonna bring that box." Bobbie Joe said nothing that would make him think she knew what some of that box's contents were. Her cousin was busy putting things away in drawers and in the closet. She watched him a few moments more and went back downstairs. The next bag she brought up was had a broken catch and when she tossed it on Carl's bed it flew open. A bunch of t-shirts and underwear scattered across the bed. And among the articles of clothing was one particularly interesting one. A jockey strap. Bobbie Jo had never seen one. All those elastic straps and then that pouch! Her heart pounded as she stared at the concavity, imagining her cousin's prick all curled warmly into that little bag. Carl saw her looking at it and snatched it away with some underwear to cram in a drawer.
"Thanks for helping Bobbie," he said. "I think I can handle the rest myself."
She went to her room, closed the door and locked it. Then she stretched out on her belly on the bed and looked again at the cover of the magazine she'd snitched. It was as fantastic to her as a flying saucer might have been if it'd landed on her front lawn. To actually see something so carnal spread across the cover of a magazine in full color! The photography was excellent too. She could see the little veins on the man's prick. She could see the dusky dark purple of his glans as it rested on the girl's tongue. Bobbie wondered how anybody could even consider that. But even as she wrinkled her short nose in disgust, her mind was opening secret doors. She let the goblins swarm out. And then she was imagining herself there on the cover of that magazine, her own pink tongue wrapping around a feverish, pulsing cock!
"I wonder what it feels like," she said aloud. Her mound was swollen and very slick feeling. She rubbed it against the bed and groaned as she flipped to the first page of the magazine and stared at a couple engaged in sixty-nine.
On the page following she stared at a threesome. The man was eating one woman's cunt while another girl sucked his cock. It looked nasty at first but the longer Bobbie considered it, the more excited she became. On another page a young woman was fucking herself with a cock very much similar to the one Wanda had given her. The look of ecstasy on her face made Bobby Jo remember how wonderful that thing had felt when she'd shoved it into her pussy. If only that peeping torn hadn't come along. She bounced from the bed and went to her drawer. The rubber dildo felt heavy in her palm and her heart pounded with anticipation.
"Bobbie Jo?" her mother called from the hall. "Carl and I are going to run down to the hardware store for some things for the lawn. Be back in an hour or so."
"Okay Mom," she managed to say, her voice quavering. She waited until the station wagon pulled out of the drive. Then she knew she was alone. She spread the stolen magazine across her pillow and skinned down her shorts and panties. The dildo felt cold against her overheated loins but she just pressed it against the soft, dripping surfaces until it warmed to her own temperature. She was panting softly, her brown hair hanging limply over the fronts of her shoulders as she peered down at the sexy thing she was doing to herself.
"It seems awful tight," she gasped. Maybe she wasn't relaxing enough. Maybe she wasn't doing it at the right angle. The doorbell rang downstairs and Bobbie Jo let out a breath of exasperation. "Can't a girl have a little time alone?" She considered ignoring the summons but whoever was calling had a heavy finger. The bell kept ringing over and over until at last she shoved the rubber cock back into her panty drawer hid the magazine and jerked a robe around her shoulders. She could tell whoever it was that she was about to take a bath and that they'd have to come back later.
When she yanked the front door open her face flushed. It was Bernie Dickson! The very guy who'd made that rubber penis.
"Oh! Hi," she murmured.
"How ya doing Bobbie? I stopped by to pick up my ..." He grinned. He looked as if he was caught between being embarrassed and being amused, "that thing I made, you know."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Bobbie blurted, about to slam the door in his face. But that would give her away. She held on, her knees trembling as she held the front of her robe together.
"Don't bullshit me," Bernie laughed, hands on hips. "First I heard that Wanda got hold of it after I was sent to the principal. When I asked her she told me that she'd given it to you." He waited, a knowing look on his face. Bobbie wanted to slap him.
"Wanda is a terrible liar," Bobbie said through her teeth. She couldn't wait till she got hold of her so-called friend.
"Aw, you got it. I can tell by the way you're blushing." He pushed past her into the house. Bobbie Jo slammed the door and followed him.
"Just what do you think you're doing. My mother wouldn't be happy if she knew ..."
"Your old lady ain't around," Bernie said, "or she woulda answered the door by now." He turned his eyes on Bobbie. She clutched her robe a little tighter. But she knew he could see the soft white swells of her breast tops. "I want my rubber cock," he said, saying it at last. Bobbie Jo felt like sliding through a crack in the floor.
"Oh alright! You can have the damned thing. I didn't want it in the first place. I was just keeping it for Wanda because she was afraid to take it home."
"Yah, I'll bet."
Bobbie started upstairs. She had reached the hall before she realized that Bernie was right behind her.
"Look, you'd better not come up here or ... " "Or what," he leered. "Christ you got nice legs. I never noticed them much at school but now . .. " "Do you want that damned thing or not?" she said, standing her ground. But Bernie pushed by her again.
"Which room is yours? I never been in a girl's room before. Except my sister's and that don't count."
"Bernie, I want you to wait downstairs!" But he'd already found the right door and went in. She followed him, her heart pounding with frustrated anger. She hadn't guessed that the minute she stepped inside she'd entered a trap. Bernie kicked her door shut and grabbed her roughly. She was thrown across her own bed, her robe falling open to reveal her nakedness.
"God Bobbie Jo, you're nice. I always liked you." He kissed her neck roughly, his hands feeling belly, breasts, bottom.
"Oh God! Ohhhh you animal!"
"Come on, let's kiss."
"Ohhhh shit! I'm gonna scream and you'll be in trouble."
But before she could get away from him he kissed her again.
"Lotsa guys would like to get into your pants," Bernie growled. "And here you are without any on at all!"
"No! Stop!" She felt his finger sink between the lips of her cunt.
"You're so nice and skinny. God, you're little too. I like little chicks. That way they can't get away from me." He laughed and wallowed his body down hard against her. Bobbie felt like a chicken who'd had her feathers ruffled. But her mind was full of horror. What might happen to her if Bernie decided he wanted to go all the way? There was no one around, no one at all to help her.
"My cousin will be here any minute," she lied. "He'll beat hell out of you if he finds you up here."
"Hey, calm down. I'm not gonna really do anything. I just want to hug you a little Bobbie Jo. I just want to rub against you. Jesus, you're so fine."
It all happened so fast. Bernie had his pants pulled open in front, his shirt unsnapped. He kissed her neck and tits as his rough hands squeezed her young flesh. She struggled and twisted under his weight but the more she moved, the more her sensitive skin was pressed against him. And Bernie was enjoying her struggles to get loose. He began to kiss his way down her belly as she screamed and beat on his head and shoulders with small, trembling fists.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh, I hate you! You're awful! Can't you see I don't want you kissing me?"
But the blows just bounced off or landed with dull thuds that did nothing to deter Bernie's hungry caressing of her body. He was finally rubbing his open mouth against her sparsely-furred mound. The soft, wet heat made her shudder and she fell back limply on the bed, too weak to fight him any more. As his tongue slid down over her clit she fought to resist the waves of pleasure that rolled up through her like a thunderstorm. Her resistance was useless. She shivered and moaned as thrill after thrill battered her. The very thing she'd seen pictures of in that magazine of was happening to her! A male was pressing his mouth against her cunt! It seemed so fantastic, so shocking that Bobbie Jo kept blinking her eyes, wondering when she was going to wake up. But as Bernie forced his tongue up into her pussy hole she knew she wasn't dreaming.
"Nhuuuhh-nhu-nhu-nhuuhhhl" she panted, her hips starting to move by themselves.
"No girl I ever met could resist having a guy lick her cunt," Bernie breathed. He held her thighs apart with both hands as he returned to the pink, glistening feast.
"St-st-stop! Ohhhh, please stop," Bobbie begged.
"Like hell you want me to stop." He got her clit between his teeth and fanned his tongue back and forth across it. "You'd freak out if I stopped."
Maybe he was right, Bobbie thought. But she didn't have to like the bastard. The way he'd pushed into her room had verged on rape. And now his sexual hold on her was at least a kind of rape. But all that didn't really matter. She was helpless against someone so strong. And the way he was lapping at her swollen young cunt made Bobbie wonder if she really gave a damn.
She was so close to coming that it scared her. She hadn't guessed that Bernie would know exactly where to lick her to make her hot. But he was an expert. His tongue tip was rough and then soft as it sucked and brushed her throbbing, swollen clit. She was trying not to move in a sexy way but it was almost impossible not to squirm her ass around on the mattress. Bernie knew what he was doing. He knew damned well that he was getting to her.
"Why don't we fuck," he breathed hotly, pushing his mouth up her belly again. He left a spit-wet smear up over her body and then mouthed one of her small, firm breasts until she cried and bucked wildly.
"Nhhhoooo!"
"Hey, take it easy, I was just kidding." His mouth searched her flesh hungrily and Bobbie felt faint just from the slurpy, slick movements of his tongue. God, she hadn't thought that human beings even acted like this. And the crushing weight of this male had her gasping with excitement. Now she knew what it felt like to be underneath a sexually aroused male! She hadn't guessed that he'd lurch and rub so hard! And all that moving around made her feel so breathless and strange.
"You... you better stop Bernie! Damn you anyway!"
"Ohhh wow, jesus christ your skin is so soft and hot." He rubbed his erect cock up and down against her belly. She was terribly embarrassed. Just to have that swollen male stalk pressed against her. She prayed that Bernie wouldn't tell any of his friends what he'd done. But through her embarrassment she was experiencing something else too. The constant plunging and rubbing of Bernie's feverish prick against her pubic bone and her belly was stretching the flesh around her clit. Every thrust made her shudder with thrilling tingles that made her lose track of things.
Bobbie Jo found herself panting with ragged breaths. Her small hands had been pushing against Bernie's chest. But now they fell limply to the bed and she curled two fistfuls of bed covers and bit her bottom lip as the itchy pleasure pulsed in the deep, slick heat of her crevice. It felt that good and she wasn't even really fucking.
"God ... Uhhhhnnn," Bernie groaned, kissing her lips in a sloppy wild way. "I ain't hurting you am I? Jesus Bobbie! Damn!"
"Whhhuuhh," she whined, feeling his cock grow even harder. It was throbbing! And Bernie had started to squirm around like someone was trying to brand him. Then the lick of hot cream shot up her belly. Another one spattered against the underside of her breasts. It took her a second to even realize what was happening. Bernie was spurting his come! Spurting it all over her body as he made animal sounds in his throat and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. Then in a flash of surging excitement Bobbie Jo felt her own smoldering cunt explode. She was coming too!
"Ghhrruuhh, huuhhnn, yhhuuuhh," she panted, biting her tongue. She was trying hard to smother her excited gasps. She couldn't let Bernie know that he'd taken her with him over that line between sanity and mad, careless lust. But her cum-spattered belly heaved wildly as she put her hands up to hold his shivering body. And she could feel that hot cockshaft. It was coated with sharp-smelling semen and Bernie shoved it up and down over her navel. Her belly button crackled and popped with the slick fluid that had filled it to overflowing. She'd never felt anything so slimy in her life. But instead of being turned off Bobbie was excited all the more by the squirmy, juicy feeling. And her pussy was throbbing as the waves of pleasure jolted her. She strangled down another lusty cry by biting her tongue. Bernie was pumping slower now though she felt another glop of semen fountain onto her tummy.
"Shit, that was fantastic," he grunted, just wiggling a little, rubbing his cocktip around in the gooey mess he'd made. "Best dry hump I ever had."
"Would you please let me up," Bobbie Jo said as in a quavery voice. She was trying to retain a little dignity. She was praying that Bernie hadn't discovered just how excited she'd really gotten during his impromptu wrestling match.
Bernie rolled off and they sat on the edge of the bed.
"Oh god, look at me!" she breathed, holding her fingers just an inch away from the dripping, creamy mess. Bernie jerked a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. She mopped daintily at the strong-smelling stuff that had boiled from his balls.
"You want your damned rubber cock now?" she asked, feeling the shame of what had happened to her. But instead of swaggering or acting like a wise ass, Bernie bowed his head and shrugged.
"Aw hell, you can keep it." He put a hand out as if to touch her shoulder but took it back. "And I'm sorry if I hurt you or anything. I didn't mean no harm. You just looked so nice in that little robe. I guess I wanted to see how it would feel to hug you and ..."
"Ohhh yucch! This stuff is drying before I can get it off. I'm gonna have to take a shower."
"I better go," Bernie said getting up. He was struggling to get his cock back in his skivvies but Bobbie Jo could see that it was still partly erect.
He managed it at last and gave her a shy glance. She was confused by the way he was acting now. As if he was trying to apologize. "You think I might call you up sometime, Bobbie?"
"You've got to be kidding," she said, glaring at him. "I despise you, Bernie Dickson. Do you think a girl enjoys being raped?"
"Hey now," he waved his hands, "I didn't rape you."
"Well darn near." She lowered her eyes. She felt many things rushing through her head. She knew she didn't really despise Bernie. But she didn't like him much either. She was excited too by what had unexpectedly happened to her cunt when he'd pumped his hot cock against her belly. When he came and put his hand on her shoulder she almost smiled. Then she shook it off and ran past him to her bathroom.
"Oh get out of here and leave me alone, Bernie!"
She didn't come out until she heard the door slam downstairs. Then she went to her dresser and dug among her clean panties until she found the rubber cock. She handled it gingerly pretending that it was the real one attached to Bernie's body. And she remembered that during the time he'd been rubbing against her she'd had a desire to actually wrap her fingers around his cock. Only now after he was gone could she face this truth.
Bobbie lay on the bed and let her bathrobe fall open to reveal her slender young body. In one hand she had the rubber cock. In the other a small bottle of face oil. She shook a little puddle of oil onto her belly and pressed the firm rubber cock down into it. Slowly, rhythmically she slid the knobbed shaft of rubber up and down, up and down. Closing her eyes she could remember the real thing. Yes, the rubber cock felt almost as good as Bernie's prick had.
"This is awful," she scolded herself. But she didn't stop what she was doing. She let the rounded head of the dildo get thoroughly lubricated from the oil she was smearing around her tummy. Then she pushed it down her crevice and into her spasming hole. Now she realized that a girl really had two strong needs. One need was centered around that sensitive finger called her clit. The other was a hungry desire to be filled. She pushed with both hands at the shaft of the rubber cock. It went into her with a little slurpy pop as the muscles surrounding her hole divided before it. She squirmed her trim ass wildly now, skewering herself inch by inch.
"Ohh, ohhhh," she panted, plunging faster as she speared that thing into her pussy and pulled it out again. In and out, faster and faster. Her hair tangled across her face. She could feel the nubs of her tits push out hard and firm and feverish. And then she was thinking of Bernie Dickson's cock of all things! She was pretending that it was his cock plowing between the soft, dainty folds of her pussy. His cock spearing and stabbing her.
Bobbie Jo Jenkins threw her willowy white legs apart as wide as they'd go, rammed the rubber cock deep and came with writhing, tongue-chewing convulsions.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You'd better let me rub some oil on those shoulders," Amanda said. Her nephew stopped raking and turned to smile at her. A sunbleached curl hung down over his forehead. Amanda wished she could push it back and kiss the sweaty brow it hid. God, he was lovely. "I know you have a nice tan but too much sun can really be uncomfortable at night when you're trying to sleep."
She poured droplets of suntan lotion on both his strong shoulders and began to massage it in with slow, sensuous movements. Carl stood stock still, enjoying it. She poured more of the stuff into her palm and smeared it across his shoulder blades.
"Why don't you come over here in the shade and let me really oil you up good," she suggested. Carl came with her, stretching out on the blanket she'd been resting on. She looked down at him hungrily. It was so damned hard to control the desires she'd been feeling lately. And Merle's lovemaking had seemed to heighten her lust rather than sate it. She was a little bored with Merle. His money, his shallow sense of fun. She was intrigued with her young nephew though. What he thought about. What he did when he went out on dates.
"You're got such a nice, strong body," Amanda said as she spread the oil over his back and rubbed it lower, lower.
"Mmmm, that's great," Carl said, resting his chin on his hands. Amanda thoroughly coated his flesh and then started working it under his beltline.
"Why don't you undo your buckle so I can get a little of this stuff under the edge of your pants, hon. That's where it can really get sunburned when you bend over and your jeans pull down. Carl undid his big brass belt buckle. Amanda pretended it was the most natural thing in the world to rub suntan oil into the tops of his buttocks. But her heart was pounding, her breasts rising and falling with the excitement that pulsed through every nerve. Amanda glanced over her shoulder as if someone might be watching her.
"I must feel guilty," she murmured to herself laughing to expel her fears.
"What?" Cart asked.
"Oh nothing. I just said this heat is about to wilt
me." She rubbed the tan lotion into his skin until she really had no excuses to keep touching him. But she could apply the oil to his chest too, couldn't she? "Roll over, honey," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and cool. Carl rolled onto his back. The front of his jeans gaped slightly and she could see that he had a mild erection. But that was natural. All young men went around half hard. Especially when a female was rubbing her oily palms over his flesh. Carl made a move as if to buckle his belt but Amanda stopped him.
"I'd better rub a little of this oil under it first."
She went slow, enjoying the warm, muscled shapes under her fingertips. Carl was obviously enjoying himself immensely. She massaged him deeply, even applying the lotion to his small male nipples. This made him laugh and twist around but she just straddled his thighs and made him grin and bear it.
"What a sissy," she teased, "you men!"
"God Aunt Amanda, a guy can't take that kind of touching."
"Women take it." She swallowed hard. "And like it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She moved down under his ribcage. Her finger couldn't resist plunging into his oily navel. Carl squirmed again. She could see his erection gain, size and heft. It looked horribly trapped in the faded denim pouch that the Stretched material had formed.
"Girls really liked to be touched there?" Carl went on. "On their nipples?"
"Christ yes! That's probably one of the best places to start if you want to excite a girl. There are other places too of course."
"I went out with this one chick," Carl said, "but when I rubbed her nipples she acted like I was hurting her."
"You were doing it too hard, silly. You've got to treat a woman with tenderness. She's not like some old dog you can rub with your boot."
"Yeah, maybe you're right Aunt Amanda. I bet I was doing it way too hard."
Amanda was wet from all this sexy talk. And her fingers were straying low down on her nephew's abdomen. She began to spread the lotion under his loosened belt buckle, under the white elastic band of his skivvies.
"Of course it goes both ways. Men must be treated tenderly too." She could hardly talk for panting. Her large breasts felt heavy as they bulged out over the bikini top she wore. Her shorts were soaked through the crotch. She wondered if her nephew could smell her musky odor. He had his face turned to one side, eyes closed. She smoothed her hands around as her fingers went deeper under his jockey shorts. And then she touched a taut sprig of cockhair. She was getting too deep now! Or not deep enough. And Amanda knew that she was at the point in their game where she either had to plunge ahead or stop altogether. But how she wanted to keep touching his lovely, young body! Did she have the strength to get up and walk away?
Again she looked around. The high fence surrounding the back yard cut off any curious gazing from neighbors. But she still felt odd to be copping feels from her nephew right out there in plain sight of anyone who might happen to peek out of an upper story window of any of the houses that bordered her property.
She looked down at Carl's jeancrotch. It was absolutely bursting with erect cockflesh! The boy knew what was happening. And he was probably hoping she'd go on and make a total fool of herself. But then what did it matter if she did? She could hardly keep from falling down over him, from stripping off her bikini and rutting in glorious, mad lust upon his young horn!
As she thought about what to do, her finger grazed the base of his cock. Carl moved his hips slightly and let out a pent-up breath. Now the time had clearly come. Amanda struggled to retain the sanity that was leaking away. Sanity that was being replaced by a throbbing, tickling desire to forget all conventions. Forget the boy was young enough to be her son. Forget that he was her blood kin. Her nephew.
But her daughter Bobbie was gone for the day. And she expected no visitors. The front door was locked and so was the side gate. She let her finger brush the hot base of his cock again. The boy's chest rose and fell more rapidly. His eyes were tightly closed. It was as if he were almost straining up so she'd touch him some more. And yet he didn't want to commit himself, didn't want to come on like he was crude. Amanda smiled. The little bastard wanted her to break the rules. He wanted her to be the aggressor. He wanted to be seduced.
She made her decision suddenly, curling all her oily fingers around the firm, blood-swollen cockshaft and easing it up and out of his pants. Controlling her wild breathing she grabbed the sun-tan lotion and poured a little onto the taut, thin flesh of his glans. By now Carl was panting with obvious excitement. He was being careful not to look at her or acknowledge what she was doing. And the edges of a hot blush worked at his cheeks. Again Amanda smiled. Now that she'd committed herself, she felt stronger. She spread the slick cream into the flesh of his penis, working the firm meat with her fingertips. The thing surged and lengthened. The head expanded into a hot ripe plum, the trapped blood darkening it noticeably. Amanda had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. Gently, she began to jack him. Carol rolled his hips and groaned. His fingers were curled in the blanket and he seemed tense and shivery.
Amanda wanted to say something but she was afraid that words might break the spell. She wanted to kiss him too. Kiss his mouth and oily nipples and his belly and finally his erect cock. But she was taking chances as it was. She continued to milk his hard on with her oiled fingers. Less than two minutes had passed since she'd dug his prick from his underwear when she felt the rhythmic throbbing she knew so well. As her forefinger came up solid against the flared part of his glans a spurt of white leaped across his belly.
Amanda could stand it no longer. She dropped her head, pressed her pursed lips just over the rounded tip of her nephew's cock. Her hand kept jacking him off as she pulled the thick curds into her mouth, licking the underside of his glans to urge him to keep spurting. Poor Carl just about lost his head. He began to make whimpering sounds in his throat and she wondered if he was going to be able to keep breathing. But the hot seed was boiling steadily now and it tasted wonderful! She jacked him until only a dribble oozed from the tiny orifice. Quickly she wiped her hand on the grass and got weakly to her feet.
"I'm sorry Carl. I don't know what got into me." He opened his eyes for the first time and looked at her. There was a fleck of white on her chin. She rubbed it off with her finger and ran to the house. Inside the cool, dark kitchen, she made herself a stiff drink and swallowed half of it down quickly, without stopping to get her breath. Her pussy was absolutely in Flames! Her nipples ached to be touched or better yet sucked.
But Amanda was disturbed over what had happened. She felt like some wicked seductress who'd invited her nephew to spend the summer months with her and then gone after him hungrily. She gulped more of her gin and orange juice.
"What if my sister finds out that I've taken her son's cock in my hand and ..." She shook her head and pounded a fist on the kitchen table. Carl was walking towards the house. He had his pants buttoned up in front and was dabbing at his jizz-smeared chest with a wadded t-shirt.
Amanda fled the kitchen before he entered.
"Aunt Amanda?" Carl called after her. But she ran up down the hall to her room and slammed the door. She drank more gin and juice. The thought of Bobbie Jo discovering her x-rated game made her shudder. And she was trying so hard to keep her little teeny-bopper from getting out of hand!
She smelled of drying cum and of her own musky lust and sweat. She disgusted herself. She stripped her bikini top and shorts and turned on the shower. She tried to concentrate on the soothing water and the fresh smell of soap as she rubbed it across her body. Then she stepped from the shower and dried herself briskly. That helped a little. But she knew that the only thing which might dim her guilt completely was more booze. She had just pulled on a fresh dress and blouse and slipped into a pair of sandals when she heard her nephew tapping on her bedroom door. She was pulling a brush through her long, dark hair as she opened it.
"Aunt Amanda, I hope you don't feel bad about what happened."
"Well, it's done now," she said, smiling thinly. "I need another drink." He followed her down the hall to the liquor cabinet. He stood a few steps behind her breathing heavily as she made herself another stiff one and slugged half of it down.
"I thought it was really a nice thing . . . what I mean to say is... " She turned and smiled. The booze had softened her nervousness.
"Just forget it ever happened. That's what I'm going to try to do." Then in a tense whisper she said, "And don't tell a soul! Promise me you won't Carl, promise!"
"I promise."
Amanda left him standing there and hurried to her car. She drove as quickly as she could to Merle Richardson's office. She knew she looked lovely, her expensive dress blowing around her legs as she walked up the steps. His secretary said he was alone and was about to buzz him when Amanda told her not to bother.
"Hello darling," she said, sweeping in and closing the door behind. Merle got up from his desk, a broad smile across his handsome face.
"Well, what a nice surprise," he said, taking her hands. "I was just thinking about you."
"My tits or my cunt?" she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Both if you want to know the truth." He hugged her tight.
"Merle?" She pressed her lips against his earlobe. "Yes darling?"
"Fuck me Merle. Fuck me right now, right here."
He chuckled good naturedly. "Now baby, I've got to meet with some investors in fifteen minutes. They should be arriving any time." Amanda went to his intercom and thumbed the button.
"See that Mr. Richardson is not disturbed for the next fifteen minutes," she told his secretary. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I won't need more than that."
"You're crazy as hell," he said. But Amanda saw him jerk his pants open in front. Then they were both struggling out of their clothes. Merle caught her and pushed her backwards across his desk. Important papers fluttered to the thick carpet as he rubbed his huge cock up and down between the fluffy curls of her cuntlips. She dug her nails into his back and plunged her mound up and down as the hot juice spilled against him.
"Christ, you were really ready, weren't you? What've you been doing this morning? Finger-fucking yourself into a fury?"
"Maybe," she sighed, grabbing his cock and pulling the head tight against her spasming hole. He lunged and it went in with a soft suck. She jerked her hips at it, feeling that indescribable pleasure of penetration. She kissed his face and wrapped her long legs around his waist as he bent over the edge of the desk where her ass danced and drove into her with teasing,, slow thrusts. More juice leaked down, spotting the typewritten pages under her buttocks. They were both growling now, excited by the daring of their tryst. Merle kissed her savagely, his hands kneading her big tits until she moaned and felt her clit throb like a bomb. Merle quickened his rhythmic hunching.
"Baby ... Ohhhh... damn!"
"Merle! Ghhhhaaaaa!"
Amanda came, her heels locked tightly behind the small of her lover's back. Merle was shooting her full of thick cum cream. She could almost feel it spurting from his cocktip. And she could definitely feel the bulging throb of his cock as it lurched with every rush of seed. She bit his shoulder and wallowed her tits against his chest. But there in the back of her mind was her nephew's handsome face. Carl plowing between her hungry thighs. Carl fucking her and fucking her and fucking her until she screamed.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was an early Saturday morning after school had ended for the summer. Bobbie Jo had been wanting to sneak her cousin's magazine back into his room for days but hadn't found an opportunity. For one thing Carl kept his door locked when he was somewhere else. And how could she return his magazine if he was there without being caught?
But this Saturday she had awakened early. The house was sleeping and the sun just coming up to warm the air that pushed her curtains in lazy flutters. Bobbie Jo got out of bed and eased the erotic magazine out from under her mattress. As she passed before her mirror it occurred to her how she was maturing. She had on the shortie nightie she liked to wear to bed and it showed off her long, coltish legs. But a few curves had begun to show themselves. Under the pink film -of her nightie her ass was a plump, plush roundness. The divide between her ass showed clearly under the thin material. Bobbie Jo hardly bothered to wear panties to bed any more. They just got in the way when she finger-fucked herself or used that rubber cock. And she almost always felt the desire to do that. Once she'd so much as thought of it, she always had to go through with the stimulation. But she'd read in certain books that it was natural for a young woman to feel strong desires when she was maturing.
Even now her cunt lips felt juicy and slightly swollen. It'd probably been that dream she'd had just before awakening. Bernie had been in the dream. He'd been doing unspeakable things to her body. Things that had made her moan and toss. She didn't like to think of Bernie when she was awake. It embarrassed her to think that he had spurted cum all over her naked body. And he knew too that she still had his rubber cock.
"I'll never speak to Wanda again," she thought, lips pressed tightly together.
Bobbie Jo went down the hall on tip toes, her cousin's magazine clutched in her hand. She listened at his door for a few moments before turning the knob very slowly and letting it open an inch or two. She heard the soft, even rhythm of Carl's breath. He was sleeping, she was sure of it. She opened the door a little wider and peeked in. At first the shock of seeing him naked made her want to retreat. She started to tremble a little and had to lean against the doorjamb to get her breath. But this was a perfect time to get that magazine returned without him finding out.
She stepped gingerly into the room. It was hard to keep her eyes off him. He was stretched out, one leg under the sheet, one out. His broad, tan chest rose and fell and there was the slightest hint of a smile across his handsome features.
The reason for the smile wasn't hard to figure out. Her cousin had a terrific erection! His undershorts had been twisted down and -to the side in his sleep and almost every inch of his cock was pointed upwards across his abdomen. It was long and slender and the head was swollen into a dark blue knob. As he breathed his cock pulsed slightly, rising and falling quietly.
Trying to keep her mind on her business, Bobbie crossed the thick rug slowly. There was a stack of books and magazines near his dresser and if she could just slip the magazine under one of them, Carl would probably never know that she'd had it.
It wasn't hard. And she made no sound at all as she lifted a few dog-eared girlie mags and slid the one she held under them. But on her way back across the room, she felt a tug. She could hardly resist looking at her cousin's cock a little closer. She went over to him, leaning down slightly to squint at the shape of it.
It wasn't as big as Merle Richardson's. She'd only seen the slickened shaft and head a second at a time as Merle had thrust into her mother's hot cunt. But she'd seen enough to know that the man was built like a mule. Still, Carl had a nice one. It seemed to be about six and a half or seven inches long. And the head was curved like some streamlined mushroom.
It lifted off his belly as she watched it. The head filled with more blood, stretching the already taut skin. Carl moaned in his sleep and pumped his hips ever so gently. His erection rubbed against the elastic band of his skivvies that cut across it. Bobbie Jo had a natural impulse to free the poor, trapped cock. But of course it was just an impulse. She knew she had to get out of there now. She didn't want anyone to find out what she'd been up to.
Bobbie turned and started to the door. She didn't even hear her cousin get up from the bed. She only felt his fingers go around her wrists and then she started to scream with fright. But before the sound had left her throat, Carl's warm palm smothered her mouth. She was yanked back, jerked down across his bed. Bobbie found herself staring wild-eyed and frightened up into Carl's grinning face.
"Mmmmuuuhhhh," she moaned, nostrils flared wide. She struggled like a cat but he was strong, too strong. In her squirming fury she'd forgotten about her skimpy attire. Now she felt that her nighty had slipped from her hips to expose her nakedness. From her ribcage down she was a curvy, writhing, nude young female and Carl was not losing the opportunity to take a good look.
"Hey, quit trying to bite my hand," he scolded. "I'm not hurting you."
"Mmmmmmm," she whimpered, out of breath and trembling. She put her one free hand down over her mound to hide herself. Carl laughed. Then he pulled his hand away from her mouth and kissed her.
Bobbie Jo tried to beat on his face but it'd been a mistake to try. Because as he continued to kiss her, he grabbed both her thin wrists and pinned them to the bed. He had wedged his body between her legs in a flash. The erotic rub of his cock against her damp crevice made her shudder with lust. And she could feel the change in him. He'd been teasing her, playing asleep. But now that their bodies were touching a floodgate of electric thrills seemed to jangle between their warm flesh.
"Carl. .. Ohhh god Carl, you better let me up!"
"Just wait a few minutes and then tell me if you still want up," he breathed, his lips wet against the small and dainty whorl of her ear. Bobbie felt so weak, so giddy. She was in a panic but couldn't seem to concentrate her strength. Her cousin was stronger, that was obvious. But the way he was rubbing her with his warm nakedness! The way his mouth nibbled at her own hot flesh! She gasped and threw her head around to keep him from getting at all the soft, secret hollows. Even her bare feet burned and she knew that she was experiencing a consuming hunger. As if the pent-up lust of sixteen years had suddenly been freed.
But she couldn't let herself enjoy it. This was her cousin! Her own flesh and blood. And he was getting his hips wedged firmly between her white, slim thighs. She was naked except for that skimpy nighty and she could hardly count that as clothes. The more Carl wiggled, the more his cock poked out from under his skivvies too. She could feel it rubbing against her pubic curls as he tried to wiggle down lower so the head would push up stiffly against her damp, plump cuntlips!
"No!" She squealed through her confusion. "Don't touch me with that... that thing!"
"You seemed pretty interested in it a few seconds ago," he hissed, trying to kiss her mouth. She kept her lips tightly closed but Carl was persistent. He finally caught her head and forced his tongue between her teeth. She drummed on his back with her little fists. But her blows were so weak as to be totally useless.
"Mmmhhhuuuhh," she groaned, feeling his cocktip begin to slide down into the beginning of her crevice. And of course the first thing his glans came into contact with was her clit. It wasn't dry like it sometimes was. Her body's lubrication had seen to that. Down where her clitoral hood throbbed she was hot and slick and musky smelling. Almost instantly, the head of her cousin's cock was also slick with her buttery juice. He pressed up against her with short, sharp jerks. The smoothly rounded glans skittered off to the side or up over her belly again. Bobbie Jo had never felt anything like that. It reminded her in a way of that rubber cock she'd used on herself. But only in a way. Because her cousin's cock was hot! And it wasn't just rubbery. It had a special texture, a special feel. But then this cock was real. And it was attached to a male, with real cum in his balls.
"Whhhuuuh," she whimpered, knowing that the heat she felt flowing from her cousin to her was a special fever. He was chewing and kissing her neck in a ravenous way. His hands shook as he traced the youthful outlines of her body. And through the loving contact she could almost guess how her adolescent form excited him. Her small, high-riding breasts, her flat belly and tiny waist. And her curvy, though slim, hips. He was working himself into a real lather. And now his skivvies had worked down below his ass. She put her hands down to see what had happened and was shocked to feel his hard buttocks. She somehow clamped her fingers over her seeping mound. Her cousin just laughed and rubbed his hot cock lightly over her knuckles, smearing them with her own juice.
"Help! Ohhhh somebody help me!" But even Bobbie knew that her plaintive cry was weak and powerless. If anyone had been around they wouldn't've heard her. She tried to buck Carl off her body but that tactic had no effect either. And the movements of her ass had only let her thighs slip further apart. Carl made a chuckling, growling sound in his throat and held her trembling ass cheeks in his hand.
Though frightened, Bobbie was tremendously excited by the way his fingers dug into her flesh. And then that hot, rubbing cocktip was being pressed down her crevice again. The slurpy juices coated it afresh. The steamy musk of their excitement filled the air. She writhed against what he wanted to do. But her inner lips were open now, her mound stretched from the throbbing thrills that continued to jolt through her.
"Carl, Carl, we can't do this!"
"Wouldn't you like to feel what it's like?"
"Wha... wha ... ?"
"You're not a virgin. I can tell already. So if you've done it with some other guy, why not with me?"
How could she tell him that her only other lover was that rubber cock she kept in her drawer? No, that she would tell no one. She wouldn't even admit it to Bernie Dickson though he was pretty sure she had the damned thing.
"Ohhh Carl, you don't understand. I... I just can't go all the way! For god's sake, I'm your cousin! Doesn't that mean anything?"
But the way Carl was breathing and kissing her and running his hot hands over her body, she knew that nothing meant anything to him now except the steamy, slippery slit that he'd forced his cocktip against. Again Bobbie tried to close her legs. But he had her pinned, his thighs holding her pubes open. The friction of their juicy parts was so soft, so teasingly erotic! Bobbie was having a hard time keeping her thoughts straight. She was losing track of everything. She was beginning to rock her pelvis slowly from side to side. Then the swollen head of his cock fit into the hollow of her cunt hole and Carl gave a thrust.
Bobbie Jo arched her back sharply and tried to wiggle her mound away from him but already that barbed cock knob had penetrated through the strong ring of muscles. She was stuck on it, her pussy closing around the sensitive swell of male cockflesh.
"Nhhhhaaaaahh," she babbled, eyes tightly closed. Why couldn't she think of anything else but that unbelievable hot thing. It felt so thick! It felt like it was perfectly shaped to do exactly what it was doing.
"Oh christ in heaven," she cried, "you're fucking me!"
"Yeah..." Carl moaned, giving her a sloppy kiss on the mouth. The bed lurched under them as Bobbie tried to steel herself against the young male on top of her. But her defenses were so useless. There was nothing between her legs to actually stop Carl from spearing her. In fact everything seemed to be working in his favor. Her state of excitation was making her very juicy and yielding. He was covered with her lubrication too and it didn't take much force to push his cock into her hole an inch at a time.
The rubber cock had already stretched her a little. And now the real thing was gouging a new path. Her muscles, her soft insides stretched out around the shape. She knew that she was so wet and velvety in there that the sensations against Carl's cock had to be wonderful. And the way he was breathing and carrying on, he was enjoying himself tremendously.
But then Bobbie couldn't say she was having a bad time. As scared and upset as she was, the friction of her tight, young pussy against that stabbing cockmeat had her shivering with a kind of delirium. She couldn't possibly keep still. Her hips had only been jerking a little before but now she was rolling them, pumping them. It felt so damn good when she moved against Carl's movements. Thrust against his thrusts. Her mound had been split back to expose her clit completely. It rubbed against the mashed pubic curls of her cousin as he finally forced the last inch of his prick into her clasping pussy and ground her down into the bed.
"Yuuh, whhuuh, mhhhhuuh," she panted, her small hands slipping up across his back. She didn't want to hold him, to give in to this sinful, incestuous lust. But it was almost as if he were injecting her with desire. That cock of his had the .ole underside of her body glowing. Her legs rubbed against his legs, her belly heaved against his. She moaned and whimpered and tossed her head until her brown hair was tangled across her eyes and mouth and still Carl kept thrusting that rigid, throbbing cock into her softness.
Instead of trying to keep her legs closed, Bobbie Jo found herself bending her knees, pulling her heels up the outsides of his calves as she opened her thighs completely to his spearing lust. She was giving him every last inch of her sixteen-year-old cunt! She was surrendering all! And that surrender felt wonderful to her. She slipped past the line of no return and clutched his back hard. She gave in totally now, her mouth as hungry as his as they wrestled in the savage, furious act of fucking.
Spit leaked down her cheeks as Carl stabbed his tongue deep. Her breasts had nippled out so that the little flushed fingers raked Carl's chest. Bobbie felt dazed. She felt the stormy thrills going through her. She was out of control. Her graceful hips lurched and danced as the cock of her cousin's passion penetrated her so deeply that she thought she might be able to snap it off and keep it inside her forever.
"Wow . .. Ohhhh god damn it, Bobbie Jo! You sweet little doll!! Ohhhh fuck!" "Carl, Carl!"
Bobbie's eyes were wide with fear. She had let herself get caught up in the pounding hunger that they both felt. She'd been overcome by that itchy goodness that had spread through her loins. But now the itch was an exquisite tickle that threatened to explode into total madness. And she knew that if that happened to Carl, she'd be in bad trouble.
She began to thrust her heels into the bed and buck wildly again. But the more she lurched upwards against the grinding, thrusting power of her young cousin, the deeper his cock seemed to slide into her cunt!
"Nhhhoooo! Ohhhh Carl, don't come! Don't come inside me!
"Baby, ohhhhhh, baby!" There was a strange convulsion that seemed to start in Carl's ass and run through him. He gasped and moaned into the hollow of Bobbie Jo's neck. His fingers dug into the white orbs of her ass as he put the head of his prick tight against her womb's pinched opening. Then the hot spurts came.
But almost instantaneously, her own clit exploded. She forgot everything in the next few seconds, everything except how glorious it felt to get really fucked! She rolled her ass in her cousin's hands. She arched her back, then humped it. She fucked with furious desire as her breath made husky little sounds.
The sticky, sloppy mess between their joined cock and cunt, dripped down the crack of her ass now as they rubbed in the ecstatic explosion that had gripped them both. Bobbie knew that that hot cream was probably being injected right into her womb. But surprisingly she didn't even care. In fact she wanted it. Wanted every spurt to go deep. She wanted to hold that throbbing cock tight with her slick insides. And her young body seemed to have the same need.
The spurts of Carl's cock matched her convulsive and fluttery pleasure. It went through her like the rhythm of a huge drum until every nerve in her body joined in. She felt herself screaming but didn't hear the sound. She was dimly aware of her nails cutting into her cousin's back. Her heels dug at his thighs and even his shivering ass cheeks as he put his glans deep and released his steamy sap into her womb.
She blinked and opened her eyes and knew that the luxurious tickle she now felt was the dying embers of the fire that had driven her through the gates of heaven only seconds before. And now her good sense returned. She choked on a sob. Bobbie Joe felt the gooey drip of something. The stuff was leaking from the edges of her pussy. She'd been stabbed so full of cream that it was being forced out of her. And though she didn't know the details of how it worked, she did know that when you pumped male cum into a young girl's cunt it was like playing Russian roulette. If the right bullet got to her egg she'd be knocked up!
"Carl, ohhh Carl, get off!" She pushed him roughly and he rolled over with a groan. His cock pulled free of her tight cunt with a slick pop and she smelled the sharp aroma. By now she was really in a panic. The glossy shaft of his cock only increased her fears for she could see how long it had grown. He must've been very deep in her young cunt when his semen had boiled out.
She looked around her in a panic. Then she fled. She fled into the hall, the hot jizz leaking down her thighs. Her raw little cunt felt so heavy, so swollen. And it was still tingling from the pleasure she'd experienced. She made it to her room and grabbed her princess phone, almost knocking it from her desk. Her hands were shaking so badly that she could hardly dial the number.
"Ohhh, answer it Wanda!" She was still mad at her friend for putting Bernie Dickson on her trail, but not mad enough to stop her from getting help when she really needed it. The phone rang on the other end for a long time before someone answered. Thank God it was Wanda!
"Wanda, I know it's early but I need advice." Quickly Bobbie Jo related a somewhat altered version of what had happened. She didn't say who had fucked her or even when. Just that she was afraid of becoming pregant. Wanda was pretty sleepy but she said something about using soda pop afterwards, adding that it probably wouldn't work in Bobbie's case since she'd done the dangerous deed the night before. But Bobbie knew that her cousin's semen was still fresh in her cunt. Maybe if she hurried ...
"Thanks Wanda, I'll see you later." She hung up and hurried downstairs to the refrigerator. The coke was cold but she shook it just like Wanda had told her and held the thing up against her pussy. She squirted it and winced at the coldness as the fizzy coke went up inside her. She was making a terrific mess on the kitchen linoleum but she didn't want to waste any time getting to a bathroom. The one thing she couldn't handle right now would be a baby.
"Oh god, make it work," she murmured, shaking the coke again and pressing it up into her soft cunt again before letting it fountain inside her.
CHAPTER SIX
Amanda didn't quite know how to act around her nephew now. She'd made it difficult for both of them. Touching him like that, almost going down on him. Well, she had kissed his cocktip and actually licked the cum up greedily as she'd milked it from his cock. Yes, she'd jacked him off and feasted on the potent fluid that had erupted from his cock. It was the next thing to actual fellatio. But she was uncomfortable around Carl. And he was uncomfortable around her.
For a few days she tried to get things on an even keel so she would have time to sort out her feelings. She put him doing as many chores as she could think up, staying out of his way while he performed them. Still she would catch him glancing at her. More often she would catch herself staring lustily at him!
Merle was a good lover, but her nephew was young. He was so innocent, so virile. It was intriguing to imagine them locked in a furious fuck. To imagine his healthy, youthful body heaving in her embrace. She felt wicked at such times and tried to talk herself into forgetting about anything so taboo. But since she'd masturbated him her mind had gone wild with the thought of actually letting him plow that rigid cock into the hungry velvet of her pussy. Would she actually be able to resist trying him out? Amanda doubted it. Her libido had been at an intense level for the past few months. And everything she did seemed to add more fuel to the fire.
"Carl has such a nice mouth," she said aloud. "What would it feel like to have my nipples sucked?" The idea of the boy's eager mouth pulling her flesh with noisy sucks just about drove Amanda wild.
But though preoccupied with such thoughts, Amanda hadn't been ignorant of the odd way her daughter was acting. Bobbie Jo avoided her cousin like the plague. Not that Carl was making any special attempt to talk to her either. They seemed very ill-at-ease when in the same room.
Finally Amanda decided that enough was enough. She wanted to break the icy wall that had grown between her and her nephew. She was yearning for some excitement. And if that led to incest, well let it be. She was getting too old to feel guilty. Or at least she could shove her guilt aside for the time being. Carl looked better every time he walked by her.
She'd noticed that he'd been fooling around with his camera and remembered how he'd told her of his desire to learn more about shooting models. It seemed a perfect opportunity to start a conversation. And conversations often led to action.
Amanda waited until one Saturday afternoon when she saw her beautiful nephew in the back yard snapping pictures of flowers. He seemed to know what he was doing when it came to ultra close-ups. It even entered her mind that she might get him to take a picture of her cunt like that. But she'd have to work up to it gradually. She felt that she'd already shocked him a little that time she'd jacked him off. She didn't want him running away from her because he thought she was too aggressive.
The sun was warm when she came out into the back yard in her bikini. She felt fortunate that she could still wear one and look good in it. And she did look good. Her wide, curvy ass filled the brief little thing, but she didn't hang out the edges. She was firm and nicely rounded, her big breasts stuffing the skimpy halter until it seemed the slightest movement might spill the gorgeous white orbs out.
Carl certainly stopped what he was doing as she walked towards him.
"Hi handsome," she said, letting her dark hair flutter out behind her. She had just enough tan to set off the bright red bikini and she saw that her nephew couldn't keep from glancing at her navel. "I thought you might like to get in a little practice," she said, letting her eyes dance naughtily. "You know, taking my picture?"
"Oh sure, Aunt Amanda, that'd be really neat. I don't know the first thing about posing you but... " "Oh I think I can pose myself." She sauntered over to a corner of the yard and got into a sexy position. She was leaning over toward Carl, her big tits really resting the holding power of her bikini top. He grinned and clicked off half a dozen shots before she turned and struck another pose.
It surprised Amanda to find the clicking of his shutter exciting to her. Maybe because she was going down on film. Maybe just because she knew her nephew was studying her closely through the lens. Whatever it was, it worked. Her cunt began to overflow with juice. She was afraid that it might show through the sheer material of her bikini crotch.
"Have I steamed your glass yet?" she teased, hooking her fingers in her bikini bottom as if she might yank it down any second. Carl got the shot.
"I guess we can't go any further or they won't print these," he laughed. It was a nervous laugh. Like he was afraid she was going to do that very thing.
"Wouldn't you like to see me, even if you couldn't take a picture?" she asked.
"Well, hell..." He shrugged, blushed, shuffled his feet. Then he smiled broadly. "Sure I would."
"Follow me then darling," she said, crooking her finger in his direction. Like a lamb being led to slaughter her nephew followed. She was breathless at what she wanted to do. She'd always had a mad, secret desire to do a strip in front of an interested male. But of course it was frowned on by people of her own social class. It would take someone young enough not to have the prejudices of that class to really appreciate her. And she hoped that Carl was that person.
"Sit there," she ordered when they were in the living room.
"Where's .. . uh ... Bobbie Jo?" he asked, glancing around. He was still very nervous.
"She'll be gone all day," Amanda said, making herself a drink and one for her nephew. "Here, this should improve your technique." She let her eyes insinuate erotic possibilities. "Your photographic technique of course."
Carl fumbled with his camera as if he suddenly had forgotten how to work it. Amanda let him get a little booze down him before going to work on his libido. Sure, he was a little shy right now. But she knew that after a few minutes of watching her, he'd loosen up.
"You think there's enough light in here?" she asked, fingering the tie of her bikini. Carl swallowed hard.
"With all that sun coming through the window I m-th-think there is." He adjusted something on his camera and snapped her as she paused for a moment in the middle of the room. Then she undid her top without warning and leaned forward enough so that the weight of her breasts pushed the skimpy thing down. It fell with a plop on the rug before her and Carl's eyes bugged. Amanda knew that her breasts were magnificent. She'd tried to keep her muscle tone over the years and though large, her tits were firm and rounded. The nipples pushed out like small brown fingers. She could almost feel her nephew's mouth teasing them and it made her cunt run with juice.
"Wow!" he breathed, pointing the camera again.
"You'd better wait until your hand quits shaking," Amanda suggested. "You might blur the shot."
"That's okay. I've got plenty of film."
And he did. As Amanda did a slow and sensual dance, she heard the camera click repeatedly. Carl stopped long enough to put in more film and started clicking again. He got up and got her from every angle. He snapped her as the sunlight played through the blinds and highlighted her dark nipples. Recorded her shadowed curves as she smiled or pouted or simply looked seductive. Amanda hadn't had so much fun in a long time. But she was itching to take the rest of her bikini off.
"Get ready," she warned with a sexy smile. Her fingers worked the snug fitting things down inch by inch. The camera snicked. Carl was breathing a little hard but he was getting her ass now, getting the strip in all its moods.
Carl was really homing in on the way her mound was being revealed now. And she could see the bulge in his jeans. He had an erection that belonged in the hall of fame. Amanda was thinking of the hall of fame she had between her thighs. She was hungry to have that shy young stud ramming her, poking her full of his prickmeat! She wanted it so bad that she felt like grabbing his camera and putting it on a high shelf where he couldn't reach it. Then she'd grab his cock.
"You sure have a nice shape," Carl said, cocking his camera and focusing on her from navel to knees. She jerked her bikini down and let it tangle around her knees. The camera clicked. And Carl seemed so excited he could hardly go on.
"Oh gosh, I'm tired," she sighed, stepping out of her bikini altogether. "I think I'll go upstairs and stretch out. And after all this posing, don't you think you owe me a back rub?"
It was plain by the look on Carl's face that he knew what had happened the last time one of them had pretended to do a little back rubbing. Amanda had used that ploy to get her hands on his cock. And he seemed just as eager to get his hands on her now that she'd fired his imagination.
As soon as Amanda had closed the door to her bedroom she threw herself face down on the bed and moved her hips a little. The invitation was explicit and her nephew bounced onto the mattress beside her then straddled her back. His strong fingers worked the muscles high up on her back.
"Lower," she moaned. Carl worked lower. And lower. Until he was massaging the small of her back.
"Lower still," she groaned, her breathing getting a little ragged from the anticipation of what was coming. Now Carl was deeply rubbing her ass cheeks. It was lovely. She knew he must be able to smell her musky sex scent. All her signals were telling him it was a go.
As Carl let his fingers stray to the soft insides of her thighs, Amanda opened her legs slowly. She opened them until she could feel the outer lips of her pussy come apart. Then her hot, dripping meat opened too, making a sexy, slurpy sound. The scent of her desire was suddenly very discernible in the room. She moaned into the pillow. Carl dared to let his finger edge one slick fold.
"Aunt Amanda ... Ohhh god, it looks so hot and wet in there."
She rolled onto her back and looked over her breasts at him. Her knees fell apart and he stared at the pulsating flesh of her vulva.
"It's time you learned something about what really makes a woman tick," he said. "it's time you learned to eat."
"... god!" Carl licked his lips. Amanda poked a pillow under her ass and spread her thighs as far as they'd go. She knew that her scent was seductive rather than repugnant, even for an inexperienced adolescent. And sure enough Carl put his mouth down until she could feel his hot breath against her dripping surfaces. Then he tested her with just the tip of his tongue. She let him explore the dainty hollows and folds. He seemed very, very excited and yet still shy about going too far, doing too much too soon.
"Ohhhh Carl, you're teasing me something awful."
"Mmmmm," he sighed, pushing slightly harder with his tongue. But it was obvious he knew nothing of a woman's anatomy. She put her fingers on his head and guided him up until he was licking the root of her passion. The tiny nub of clitmeat stiffened and rose and then he sensed that he'd done something especially pleasurable to her.
"Yuuuuhhhhmmmmm," she murmured, "Yhhuuuusss, that's where I want you to lick me!"
Now that he had a focal point, Carl started showing a little expertise. Well, it didn't take long for a male to understand, if he had a good teacher. Amanda rocked her hips and cooed to him as the friction grew more tantalizing, more thrilling.
She was tempted to curl her fingers behind his head and pull him down against her cunt hard. But she knew that it might shock so young a lover. She wanted him to want her first. She wanted to get him worked up as feverishly hungry as she was now.
"Turn around darling," she breathed, then seeing the confusion on his face, asked, "haven't you heard of sixty-nine?"
"Yeah ... I... " "Oh, turn around." She grabbed him, pushed him around and undid the front of his jeans. He let her work them down and off. Then she stripped his skivvies too. Amanda stayed on her back and got settled comfortably before pulling his knees astraddle of her face. Then with that lovely, dangling meat just over her mouth, she teased the head of it with her tongue. It swung heavily, the cock head dark blue and throbbing. Now she knew she had her young nephew exactly where she wanted him. He plunged his mouth down against her crevice again and the slurpy sound of his feasting matched the thrilling quivers of pleasure that spread up her belly and down her thighs. She heaved, plunged her ass. His tongue was hard and penetrating. He had found her opening and was fucking her gently with the most expert licks. She wallowed the flat of her tongue all around his glans. It was shining now and the thin flesh seemed taut and feverish. She had her fingers curled around the shaft as she pulled him down, made him lower his prick into her mouth. It slid in with a wet sound and she was suckling it with passion in the next second. Poor Carl trembled as if he'd been attacked by a hungry wolf.
"Mmmmm," she moaned through her nose, "Yyhhuuuhhmmm!"
"Ghhhhaaaaaagg," Carl grunted, his belly heaving. He tried to pump his cock deeper. But it didn't bother Amanda to feel that knobbed tip sliding into her throat. She knew that most men couldn't resist trying to bury that thing whenever the friction got good. Especially someone as young as Carl. She fought down her urge to gag and gently eased his body up a bit so she could get her breath. But he raged, his hips lurching and dancing above her. She let him penetrate her throat again, only this time with less violence.
"Aunt Amanduh-uh-uhhhhh!" he babbled, his own mouth sloppily sucking at te pearls of her dripping butter. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. It was always extremely tantalizing to suck and be sucked at the same time. It made her want to turn around and fuck like crazy! But the way she was fired up, the love-making might last only scant seconds. She didn't want it to be over so quickly.
The spongy head of her nephew's cock was a wonder to her tongue. She traced the shape of it carefully, slowly. Her lips clasped the shaft behind his tip. She pressed her tongue-tip up against the little tube that stretched along the underside of the cock length. She wondered how long it would be until that same small tube would be flooded with thick cream on its way to her pussy! This excited her and with a hungry moan she pulled his cock as deep into her mouth as she could possibly take it. She was surprised at her ability as the knobbed end went past her tonsils and still she didn't choke. The shuddering gasps from Carl told her he liked what she was doing. Then his balls bumped her upper lip. He could hardly concentrate on what he was doing to her clit and she was understanding about such a detail as mutual excitation wasn't the easiest technique to master. Gently but firmly she made him pull his prick out of her throat and mouth.
"Let's turn around. I think I want to do something different."
"Amanda, this is really far out. I'd always heard about doing things like this but..."
"Kiss me. I want to taste you."
It'd always been exciting to Amanda to smell her own musk on a man's chin and lips. Maybe it was some sort of self-adoration. But she got off on it whatever the psychological reasoning behind it. She smeared her open lips against her nephew's and they ground their bellies together. His cock was pressing against her raw, feverish vulva. It would take only a slight change of position and a thrust from Carl for her to be penetrated. But maybe she wanted to string that out too.
"Slowly darling," she panted, "stick it to me a little at a time."
This was a new concept to Carl, that was obvious. But he caught on quickly. He gave her just the swollen head of his cock, letting her muscles squeeze down on the juice-smeared shape. She caressed it with her pussy, knowing that there was more to come. Lots more. For Carl was nice-sized if not a giant He was over six inches and that made him pleasingly large. Not as large as Merle it was true. But then size wasn't really all that important. It was just one factor of many.
"Ohhhh, Aunt Amanda, I had a dream where I fucked you."
"Then your dream is coming true," she cooed, covering his young face with kisses. Her dark hair tumbled down over both their shoulders. Her big tits were taking the shape of her nephew's chest. And she knew he could feel her nipples. He kissed his way down her chest as if he wanted to kiss one of those tumid, hot nubs. She arched her back and cupped one up to him.
"Huuuuhhn," she breathed as she watched him pull the brown protuberance between his lips. At first he treated it with the utmost care. It seemed he just barely grazed it with his tongue. The teasing thrills were driving her crazy.
"Harder! God damn, bite it!"
And Carl bit. The cut of his teeth into the super-sensitive flesh made Amanda squeal and writhe under his body. But as if a high voltage line had suddenly been turned on, she felt the jolts of sensual energy burning through her pussy. Her clit bulged with fresh blood. Her insides convulsed, squeezing down on the three inches of young prick that had penetrated it.
"Wow! Ohhhh shit," Carl babbled, drooling on her tit as he felt her cunt milk hungrily at him.
"Honey ... Ohhhh yesss."
"Amanda! God you're so strong inside! It's really pulling at me. I mean you're really pulling at...me."
It amused her that he thought of her cunt as having a mind of its own. Well, in a way her innocent nephew was right. Because right now her cunt wasn't about to let his prick go. That slippery, smoldering hole wanted to be filled by the stiffness of a male erection. And it was as if her juicy meat knew that there was sustenance in Carl's balls. Something to devour, something to absorb.
This thought thrilled her too. Though Amanda used the pill, she wondered how it would be to take a chance. How could anything compare with those teen-aged wrestling matches in the back seat of an old car. A boy's cock ramming into a totally unprotected pussy! It had been dangerous but exciting. Very exciting!
"Uhhnnn, Ohhhh god damn ... !"
Carl's fingers slipped under her plunging ass. He dug into the white flesh, pulling her pussy up against him as he drove into her another inch. He was past being able to do it slowly. He wanted to feel all that hot meat surrounding his cock now. She knew how he felt. Because she wanted to feel his prick stabbing as deep as it would go!
"Baby, yessss darling, yhes!
"Oh, Amanda, ohhhh christ, you're so hot!"
Amanda knew she was probably not as tight as a young girl his age. But to her that was a definite advantage in lovemaking. She could let a man fuck longer. And when she really wanted to get what was in his balls all she had to do was squeeze down around him. Then the wet friction would make him spurt.
Both of them were very excited now. And Amanda's plans to draw it out were quickly being forgotten. She lurched around wildly under her young, handsome nephew. She raked her claws up and down his back. She felt the excited spasms of his ass muscles as he drove his slender cock into her pussy, stabbing her as the breath rushed from his lungs.
"Ohhh, darling, darling," she babbled, feeling the electric thrills throbbing in her clit. Yes, she could come. She could come any time she wanted. So she matched the boy's rhythm, nursing her own desire along until she felt the tension building steadily in the big muscles of her thighs.
"Aunt Amanda is... is it okay if... if I c-c-come inside?" It had been all he could do to get the words out.
"Yes baby. Come inside! Ohhhh, spurt me full of your hot luscious cum!"
Walking hadn't helped. And talking to Wanda hadn't cleared her mind much either. For all she knew she was pregnant. Bobbie Jo turned the corner at her block and kicked at a tin can some kid had left. The can tinkled down the gutter and came to a rest on its side. Bobbie felt like crying. But there was another emotion that she couldn't ignore. She felt the most hungry affection for her cousin Carl. After the intimate things he'd done to her she couldn't get him out of her mind. She wondered if it was love. She didn't have any experience with such powerful feelings. If it was love, she was lost. They were blood kin and nobody would understand that they had stumbled into their passion and became lost in it. She wanted him! Yes, Bobbie felt that if she didn't have her cousin's loving attention she'd just dry up and blow away.
She crossed the lawn and went in the front door. Maybe Carl was around. Maybe she could get him to talk to her. Maybe between the two of them they could figure things out. But she knew one thing. She had to tell him how she felt. He just had to understand. Just walking made her cunt ache. And Bobbie Jo knew why it was aching. It wasn't aching for any nasty, vulgar reason. It was aching for love. For the first time in her life Bobbie realized that love wasn't just a swoony, romantic notion in the mind. It was linked to that hot, slippery wound between her thighs. And she wanted to have more of it. From the guy she was in love with. Her cousin Carl. Then she stopped as still as if she'd suddenly become paralyzed. She'd heard Carl groan. And it wasn't a groan of pain either. It'd come from her mother's bedroom.
"Baby," Amanda's voice trembled. "Ohhh, fuck me good, get it in good! Carl, Carl!"
Bobbie Jo put a hand over her mouth. She didn't know how she should react. She felt slightly sick to her stomach. And it took another few seconds before the reality of what was taking place actually sunk in.
"My mother?" she whispered. "My mother and Carl?" In three steps she was to the door of the bedroom. The same door she'd peeked into only weeks before to see Merle sliding his huge cock in and out of Amanda's cunt! But now it wasn't Merle in there. She put her fingers around the knob but couldn't turn it.
"Maybe I don't want to see," she said under her breath. But her fingers worked the knob anyway and she moved her eyes close to the opening. "Ohhh god!" she gasped, knowing that her small sigh of disappointment wouldn't be heard above the lusty groans and gasps of the two people on the bed.
Carl was driving his cock wildly at the glossy folds of her mother's cunt. Bobbie could actually see the head for a moment as it bobbed free of the clasping, hot lips. Then it penetrated Amanda with a sucking sound and Bobbie saw her mother's back arch and hump, saw her lips curl back from her teeth. Amanda wrapped her legs around Carl's back, pulling his hips down, his loins down. He was very deep now and Bobbie felt the tingle in her own cunt. But she was so sad, so hurt at the spectacle. Her mother's ass danced, made lurching circular movements under the full penetration of Carl's prick. She was grinding all those soft slurpy parts against the thickened base of his meat.
Bobbie hadn't meant to pull the door shut with a slam. But now that she had it was too late. She fled down the hall and out the front door. She knew that Amanda and Carl had heard the noise. She knew that both of them had guessed by now that she'd been watching. But the tears were hot on her cheeks as she ran down the block and turned towards town. Who could she talk to? Who would understand? She wanted to confide in a man. And the only man she could think of who was mature enough was her mother's boyfriend. Merle Richardson. He lived quite a few blocks away. But she kept jogging, and crying.
He was just getting in his convertible when she ran up.
"Merle! Can ... can I talk with you?"
"Well, hello Bobbie! I was just going for a spin and was about to drop by and see if your mother wanted to go along."
"I don't think that's a very good idea," Bobbie Jo said. And now she realized why she'd chosen Merle as the male to confide in. She wanted a little revenge along with a sympathetic shoulder to cry "Why, is your mother busy?"
"Very busy." Bobbie got in the front seat of the big car. "But I'd like to go for that ride." Merle got in under the wheel and looked at her.
"You've been crying."
"So?"
"So, could I help?"
"Maybe. But let's get out of here. I don't want to even be in the same town with my mother for awhile."
Merle was understanding. He drove out into the country, letting her get her thoughts together. He was dressed more casually than Bobbie usually saw him. A pair of worn jeans, an old shirt, a pair of scuffed boots. But god he was big.
The diamond ring, the expensive watch reminded her that she wasn't with any of her peers. But when she caught him glancing at her bare legs, she felt a funny little shiver. She'd only been admired by younger guys. She hadn't thought that a full grown male like Merle would give her a passing thought.
"I don't see how you young teenagers can get into some of those clothes you wear," he laughed. "It's a wonder that you're allowed to walk around like that."
"They're just tennis shorts," Bobbie said, grinning. His words had made her body tingle. But it was true what he'd said. She could see the delicate outline of her plump, young mound under the thin cotton crotchpanel. The crevice was also unmistakably defined. She squirmed self-consciously in the seat. He had probably noticed the way her red t-shirt clung to her small tits too. And the way her sandals brought attention to her thin ankles and fine legs. She fluffed her light brown curls and blushed.
"You seem better now," Merle commented, as the big car floated along the highway.
"Yeah. A little better."
"What was wrong anyway?"
"You mean what is wrong."
"Sounds like boy trouble."
"Yeah. When a girl lets a guy... " She scratched her calf with her heel and wondered how much she should tell Merle. "... oh, you know. A boy always wants more than a girl wants to give. But when she lets him finally do it, she expects a little something in return." Merle laughed like he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Hon, that's the way its been since time began. See, men just can't resist making a phallic impression on every female who happens along."
"A what?"
"Phallic impression. To put it in more basic terms you might say a man just can't keep it in his pants."
"Boy, you're telling me. But isn't the woman to blame sometimes?" Bobbie Jo bit her lip. "What I mean is if a boy is tempted by another woman, well then it's her fault too isn't it?"
"Sounds like you've got a fellow with a wandering eye. That it?"
"Oh, if you only knew." Bobbie was on the verge of blurting it all out. She hated her mother! At least for the moment she hated her. And the urge to get even was a strong one. But it wasn't fair to risk hurting Merle now. He was trying to help her. And he was a very nice man.
"Let's pull off here," Merle said heading the big car up a narrow dirt road. "There's a lake about three miles on. Real pretty. If you like trees and water."
When Merle pulled up by the shoreline, Bobbie Jo got out and kicked off her sandals. Merle walked a few steps behind watching her play in the water with her toes. She did feel better now that they were out of town. In fact she wasn't so sure that she couldn't get over the awful thing her cousin and mother had done behind her back. To hell with Carl anyhow. Who did he think he was? And her mother .. . well, that would just have to wait.
"The water looks warm," Merle commented.
"It is," Bobbie agreed, splashing her toes in it again.
"How about a swim?" "I don't have anything to wear."
"Up here we don't need anything. Why don't you go in first."
Bobbie Jo felt her face get hot. "Skinny dippin' you mean?"
"Sure, used to do it all the time when I was a kid."
"I guess I could wear my panties in the water," she thought out loud, "but why don't you turn your back while I undress." Merle smiled and did what she told him to. Actually Bobbie was a little uncertain about all this. She almost stopped once but then at the same time didn't want Merle to make fun of her. She wanted him to think she was a little sophisticated anyhow. She wanted him to think of her as mature, not some giggling, shy girl who was afraid of going in the water with a man in the nude.
Bobbie watched to make sure Merle wasn't peeking. She put her sandals together on a rock then folded her tennis shorts and t-shirt on top of them. As soon as she'd splashed out into the neck-deep water she gave a little call.
"It's colder than I thought," she laughed.
Merle turned and started undoing his belt. Bobbie didn't realize that he wasn't going to hide himself until after his skivvies were yanked down. Only then did she dive under the water and swim away from shore. When she surfaced again Merle was wading towards her, his cock under the surface. But she'd glimpsed it for a moment. And immediately she was reminded of how it had looked ramming and jabbing her mother's pussy. Her emotions were doing cartwheels. She felt confusion and a vague excitement. Just being in the same body of water with Merle, knowing his cock was floating on the same currents that gently silked against her young pussy was excruciatingly wicked.
Merle swam towards her and she let him approach. She was treading water. It wasn't very deep but she couldn't quite touch bottom with her toes and keep her mouth above the surface. Merle could.
"You're getting too damned pretty to be allowed to run around loose," he said.
Bobbie Jo smiled and wrinkled up her short nose. She could see the brown hair in damp curlicues across the big man's chest. He was a giant! And handsome too. She could see why her mother was turned on by him. But when she thought of her mother she thought of Carl and then she frowned. She went on dog-paddling close to Merle.
"Here, why don't you rest. I'll hold you."
"No, that's alright.. . Ohhhh," Bobbie Jo wasn't sure she could handle all this. As Merle's big fingers tightened at her waist a thousand thrills bombarded her. She was naked except for her skimpy bikini panties. It seemed a little too intense to let her mother's boyfriend touch her like that. It seemed so intimate. She stopped dog paddling and let her slender legs hang down in the water. Merle pulled her a little closer. Her small breasts peeked from the surface, the white swells wet with glistening pearls. Merle was looking at them.
"How tall are you honey?" he asked.
"Five-three."
"I'm six-three." His fingers tightened ever so slightly on her tiny waist. The strength of Merle's body seemed to surge through the spots where their flesh touched. She could feel a certain power in him, a desire. Like a magnet she felt his pull. He wanted to kiss her! Though he'd made no moves, she was almost certain of it. It wasn't telepathy. It was a certain electricity flowing between their bodies. Because it had occurred to Bobbie Jo that it might be nice to kiss him too!
Merle pulled her floating form closer. She felt something bump her thigh under the water. For a second she didn't know what it was. The possibility of fish even occurred to her. And then she knew.
"Merle, I.. . " He pulled her young body up against his then and he was kissing her and the thrilling excitement surged through her. She couldn't think, couldn't reason. But she knew that she was letting things get out of hand. Wasn't it the woman's responsibility to stop a man when he stepped over the boundaries of convention?
"You little angel," he breathed, his lips slipping down her neck. She quivered as he caressed her trim ass under the water. God, she'd never been touched quite so lovingly. When his fingers inched between the plump, pert halves of her ass it didn't even feel nasty. It felt nice. Her bottom tingled, warming the water near it.
"God Merle!" she gasped, "I guess we'd better think about getting out."
"This is too nice." He lifted her, the water helping buoy her weight. As one of her goose-bump covered breasts came close to his mouth Bobbie Jo almost covered it with her hands. But her mind wasn't working as fast as Merle's. His mouth opened. She saw his tongue flick out. And then her head lolled to one side as her adolescent tit was sucked out of sight. The nipple was raped by his hungry tongue. His teeth edged the white flesh gingerly. His breath was hot, searing her skin with excitement "Merle ... Ohhhhhh Merle, don't! Don't!"
"Mmmm," was his only reply, as if the delicacy he was feasting on was far too nice to let go of. The sucking, slurping sound as he nursed on her tit was as exciting as the hot rub of his tongue. Bobbie Jo shivered again and let her head fall against his shoulder. Her small hands slid up to hang weakly on the wet mountains of his biceps. And still Merle continued to devour that swell of tit-flesh. Until finally her pink nipple had become a throbbing finger inside his mouth. Never in her life had Bobbie been kissed like that! She gasped with relief when he let her tit go. But before she could catch her breath Merle had sucked the other one between his teeth.
"Whhhuuuuuhh, oWihhhh!" she sighed, twitching and writhing as he held her up in the water. Her knees bent instinctively as she strove to open her young cunt Her heels hooked just behind his thighs. That bobbing, bulging cocktip brushed her mound and she let out a squeal of surprised fright. "God! Ohhhh, God!"
"You sweet little darling," Merle breathed against her ear. He hugged her small body so hard that she wondered wildly if he'd turned into a bear or a monster. The breath whooshed from her lungs. She hung weakly from him, his cock still bumping her as the lake water surged rhythmically around them.
"Give me your hand," Merle said. "No!"
He laughed. "Oh come on. You're enjoying all this, aren't you?"
It would've been a blatant lie for her to say no. She let him have her hand. He pulled it'down between their bodies. Then she felt her finger curling around the thick stalk of his manhood. A faintness came over her. She was dizzy and breathless and her blood pounded in her ears. It was like the handle of an ax, only warmer, fleshier. And that knob at the end seemed too large to fit into any mature woman's body, much less her nymph-like opening. But she knew that was what Merle wanted to do. He wanted to make love to her.
The waves grew larger and one threw her against Merle's body. He let her float again and though her heels were hooked behind his thighs she was bobbing forward and back, that feverish, blood- darkened glans brushing her tight, wet pantycrotch. A sudden panic made her twist in her embrace.
"Oh let me go Merle! Let me go!"
She was swimming then, swimming towards deeper water. She heard Merle start after her.
"Hey baby, it's deep out there. Wait up!"
But Bobbie Jo knew she was a good swimmer. A little out of practice maybe, but good. And floating in the waves some hundred yards off was a wooden platform anchored to the lake bottom. If she could just make it that far she'd have time to think. If Merle would leave her alone.
She was more out of breath than she'd planned by the time she reached the wooden platform. For a moment she clung to its edge, panting. Then as she tried to pull herself over the edge, the weight of her waterlogged panties began to pull her down. She tried to grab them with one hand and still cling to the slippery platform with the other. Then splashes in the water told her that Merle was corning close. His big hand grabbed the skimpy things and skinned them off of her firm bottom. The next thing she knew he was burrowing his mouth against her cunt, licking, kissing, biting!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Uhhh, Merle! Ohhh god, stop that!"
Now he was actually licking her between the plump halves. The sensation was more exciting that she'd imagined it would be. Actually she hadn't ever imagined anything like this before. But of course the water had washed her clean, squeaky clean. And Merle seemed to be enjoying the effect it was having upon her. Then he pushed her up over the edge and clambered on himself.
Bobbie was jerking at her panties, trying to get the clinging things back up. Merle grappled with her. Her white breasts quivered as she resisted.
Bobbie Jo knew she didn't weigh a hundred pounds. Merle looked like he was close to two hundred.
"Damn it Merle, why don't you let me be?"
"Because you don't want me to let you be."
"You belong to Mother." "I don't belong to anybody." Her pulled her close to him and she felt his tongue slide between her lips. Her panties were still halfway down her thighs and she was jerking at them. Merle rolled half on top of her and she felt the heat of his big cock pressing into her soft tummy.
"Whhhuuuuhhh!" she whined, squirming like crazy.
"God, that feels fantastic when you move like that."
"Oh Merle, I want to go home. You've got to take me home."
"Wouldn't you rather I ate you out first?"
His words had shocked her. She stammered and blushed and then realized that her hesitations had given away her real desires. How could she be so weak?
"Of course I don't want you to do anything like that!"
"There's not a woman in the world who wouldn't love a little cunnilingus."
The new word shocked Bobbie more than if Merle had used some vulgar expression. Her mind was flashing back to that time Bernie Dickson had forced his way into the house and pushed her down on her own bed. She could remember how his hot mouth had felt as he opened her dainty pink petals of cuntflesh and licked and sucked and nibbled until she was out of her mind.
"Merle, you... you're awful!" She managed to get her panties up again.
The handsome man just laughed as he pushed her down on her back and forced her knees up so her thighs were pressed against her body. Her panties were a tangle of wet silk, the pantycrotch twisted to the side to expose her sparsely-haired mound. With a moan Merle pressed his mouth against the fevered flesh and she felt his tongue go into her. Like a cock the stiff shape pushed past her muscles and into her cunt hole. He speared it back and forth as she growled and cursed and beat her small fists on the boards of the floating platform.
He was licking her, keeping her pantycrotch out of the way. She kicked weakly but he had her pinned in such a way that she couldn't escape the soft, slick warmth of his lips. He was doing a real job on her. She was actually being fucked by Merle's tongue. And with his upper hp caressing her clit with velvet strokes, she realized with shock that she could actually climax if he kept that up for long.
Merle didn't. He waited until she was panting and babbling and then he stopped and gazed down with affection at the raw, swollen folds of her young cunt "Now that's a miracle of nature, one of the prettiest things on this planet.
"Uhhhh, Merle ... please let m-m-me up."
He pulled her up by her shoulders so she was sitting cross-legged, her puffy little cunt hanging out of her panties. She had no idea what he was doing when he sat down facing her and stuck his legs out straight. But his cock jutted up harder and hotter looking than ever. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her slowly forward.
"Ohhh, nnoooo!" she gasped.
"It's time you grew up a little," he whispered, voice gentle. "I won't hurt you." , Bobbie Jo pushed the damp blond hair out of her eyes and stared with wide eyes at the throbbing shaft and swollen head of Merle's prick. Then she looked up at him.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" She knew the answer. And Merle didn't bother telling her. He just took her small, trembling fingers and put them on his cock. Then he gently pulled her face down.
Bobbie shook her head violently. "Oh god, I just can't Merle! I don't think I'd like it. I might get scared and bite you or something." This made the big man laugh.
"Listen to me Bobbie. I want you to suck my cock. You will suck my cock." His eyes were kind but firm. "Now."
Whimpering through flared nostrils, Bobbie licked her lips and slowly brought them down towards that dark blue cocktip. She was sitting cross-legged, the silk of her crotch band twisted up between her plump pussylips as the sex juice leaked out of her hot and excited hole. Merle's cock stood up from the fringe of dark hair that circled the base of it. It was at least eight inches long. And as her spit-wet lips brushed the sensitive skin of his glans he made a funny sound. He let go of her then, letting her be the judge of how far she wanted to go.
At first Bobbie was so shocked by what was happening she only let her mouth touch him. But the surface of his glans was so velvety and soft. She moved her bottom Up down under so that it wetly caressed the two lobes that bulged from the underside of the tip. Merle groaned again. Now she was learning a few things about cocks she hadn't known before. She dared to use her tongue and Merle sucked in a huge breath and held it. His big hands made fists and he pressed them against his thighs. Bobbie Jo tightened her small fingers around his shaft and slowly jacked the skin upwards, then stretched it down towards his balls. The glans-tip against her pursed lips stretched outward with fresh blood.
"Uhhh," she moaned.
"Baby ... !"
"Mramm," she sighed, actually feeling a little of the excitement Merle was feeling. That tip, that swollen part was probably similar to her clit! Because it was so tight and the skin so thin, Merle could feel the slightest rubbing, the lightest of tongue flicks. Bobbie decided to try her theory out.
With the flat of her tongue, she brushed back and forth against the lobes. At once his shaft jerked in her fingers and she moved the loose skin up and down a little faster. She still hadn't actually taken that hot knob into her mouth. Just her lips slid over it, sucked warmly at it.
"Christ," Merle breathed, his eyes closed. Bobbie watched him, found herself enjoying the reactions she read on his face. And his muscles told a tale too. His biceps bulged from the tension when she let her tongue make a deep trough and slip forward along the underside of his shaft. She decided to take his cocktip a little deeper. With a sucking sound it popped inside her lips and she clasped them down tightly around the slender place behind the head. Her tongue danced across his tender surfaces as she continued to jack him with both hands.
"Jesus fucking christ!" Merle groaned. She'd never heard him talk like that before. But then she'd never done anything like this to a man before either. She saw his balls moving in their slick sack and reached down with one hand to cradle one. It squirted out of her grasp and she had to find it again. All this fooling around made Merle rock his hips up from the wooden dock they were floating on.
"Baby, you're doing fine for a beginner. It isn't so bad, is it?"
"Mhhuuhh, huh," she murmured, shaking her head, his cock still tight in the wet clasp of her lips.
But she still had only allowed that glans to enter her mouth. Bobbie wondered what it would feel like to bob her head downward another inch or two. Before she could get scared, she did it.
Though huge, Merle's prick was fitting into her mouth. Maybe it was the hot spit that seemed to be pouring from the corners of her lips. Her drool hung from her chin in droplets as she jerked and pulled back a little.
"Uhhhhhnnn," Merle groaned. Bobbie looked up at him with her big blue eyes. He seemed to really like it. She tried to imagine what it must feel like to have his cock surrounded by a hot, slurpy mouth. A female mouth at that!
"Mmmuuhh," she moaned through her nose. Because she was getting excited herself. Bobbie Jo hadn't expected that! But she could almost tell how her tongue caresses were getting to the big, broad-shouldered man who sat there with his legs stretched out. To know what effect she had on him was making her own pussy drip with butter. The tingles were so intense that she had to sneak one hand back to gently massage the puffy, plump surfaces of her vulva as she continued to suck Merle's cock.
He couldn't tell what she was doing anyhow. He was too intent on enjoying the sensuous movements of her lips and tongue. She dug her clit feverishly, her trim hips lurching on the wet wood of the floating dock. "God damn!" Merle gasped. He put his hands on her shoulders, took them off again. Then he held her head, feeling the way she was wallowing her cheeks against him as she bobbed. She was getting a feel for it now. She was learning the things that made him breathe the fastest and tremble the most. More than anything it was a change of rhythm that kept him going. Just when her rapid up and down sucking had got him to moaning, she'd stop and beg her with hot whispers to do it fast again.
"Ohhh, you baby doll! You're a natural! I've never had it so good."
"Muuuhhh," she moaned, the spit trickling down her neck now as she let her tongue go wild on that barbed, spongy glans.
Suddenly it seemed as if Merle could stand it no longer. He grabbed her around the waist and fell backwards, bringing her thin body up and over his groin. Bobbie found herself on top of Merle, her knees straddling his body. His spit-slick cock was pressed up against her hot little vulva. She was panting, hungry for the soft friction. And Merle gave her what she wanted. Holding his cockshaft with one hand and steadying her trim ass with the other he pushed it up and down her glossy crevice. The sexy sound of her wet lips sliding around that smoothly rounded glans made her moan with cries of lust. She began to arch and hump her back as she plunged her cunt up and down against the lovely shape. He was hot too and her heat mingled with his to create a very intense erotic sensation.
"Merle, ohhh you're making me do awful things!"
"You don't think they're as awful as you pretend."
"But... but what would my mama say?"
"She'd probably shoot us both. And you know, I think it's still worth the risk."
Bobbie Jo was a little awed by his words. She was just a dumb little teeny-bopper compared to the mature woman her mother was. But Merle liked her! He liked her enough to take such risks as they were taking right now.
With a hot sigh she nestled her split cunt back against him a little harder. The feverish surface of his glans dipped into her cunt a little, forcing the muscles out But she could tell that her hole was too small. She'd had that rubber cock up inside her it was true. And her cousin had fucked her once. But neither of those cocks, one a dildo, the other one real, could compare with the mule-like prick that was teasing the hungry opening to her young pussy right now.
"Ohhhh, I just know it's too big!"
"What if we tried. It wouldn't hurt you to take a little more, would it?"
"I... I don't know."
But it was true that she wanted to try! The urge to shove back hard against that bobbing, throbbing chunk of hot meat was a strong one. She was leaning forward on her elbows, her small breasts teasing Merle's chest, her trim bottom pushed high. Her pussy was all poked out around the blood engorged cocktip. She could rock forward and feel the clasping surfaces pet him. When she rocked back his glans went into her dripping cuntslit with a wet sound and she felt the muscles of her vagina stretch back around it. How hard would she have to shove to actually get speared by that. . . that monster? "Scared?"
"Yeah. Wouldn't you be?"
"I don't know. I'm not a girl."
"Oh Merle, I'm only sixteen. I'm not a virgin it's true. But I've never seen a cock like yours in my whole life."
"I'm glad of that. I was hoping you'd waited for me," he grinned.
"Now you're just teasing," she pouted, wrinkling up her nose. He petted the sides of her face then kissed her. He really knew how to kiss and while his tongue played along her lips and teeth, she wiggled her bottom from side to side and pressed hard against the jutting prick that was stretching ... stretching ...
"Yowch!" she squealed as the pain shot through her. That cunt-slick glans had somehow slipped inside her. It hurt not as bad as she'd expected. She gingerly moved her hips, ready for more pain. The pain didn't come. She could feel her insides sucked tightly around the invader. She swallowed and blinked her eyes as she tried to get used to the packed feeling. God, he was big!
"Bobbie Jo, honey?"
"Y-yeah Merle?"
"That's the nicest feeling little pussy I've ever been inside of."
"It... it is?" She sighed happily and kissed his lips and chin greedily. She was feeling much stranger, much more like a woman now. She had given up all the silly fears of childhood ... or at least most of them. With that bulging head stuck into her tight cunt she felt close to becoming a real woman. But then she saw her mother's face glaring angrily at her and was ashamed.
"Oh, we've got to quit!" she gasped, jerking forward to get that barb loose from her tight hole. It stuck, stuck tight. She whimpered and twisted her body around wildly but Merle's cock was jammed in there firmly and her hungry muscles seemed to cling to it with a sexy kind of suction.
"Relax, Bobbie Jo," Merle soothed, petting her narrow back, petting her quivering ass cheeks until her breathing slowed and she leaned her head wearily against his chest.
"I'm still awful mixed up. I never dreamed I'd be out here in the middle of this lake with your cock stuck tight in my cunt. Sometimes it seems exactly right and then I think about it again and it seems terribly wrong."
"How does this feel?" he whispered, suddenly grasping her hips and giving a thrust upwards from the dock.
"Ghhhhaaaah!" Bobbie squealed, her toes pointing as she felt that thick, throbbing cock drive three inches into her body. A squirt of slick juice came from the edge of her hole and she grasped the shaft that was filling her as if to keep any more of it from going in.
"Maybe a little more would make you realize how much you really want this."
"Oh christ in heaven no!" she screamed, trying to crawl forward on hands and knees. But her knees just skidded on the wet boards. She was held firmly on the barbed tip of Merle's cock. Her pussy was clasping him so tightly that there was no escape possible. And then he lurched again and again. Each movement made her eyes bug out! Her heart was pounding with fear and excitement. That thing was wedging so deeply inside her! It was going to split her in two!
"Calm down sweetheart," Merle said, grabbing her around the waist. She squirmed furiously, clawing and beating against his chest. But he continued giving little jerks with his hips. And each time he moved like that the juice was forced from her hole. It was so full inside her belly! She could actually feel that huge thing pushing her guts around to make room. Her trembling fingers told her that just about half of it had penetrated her young cunt. Then Merle jerked again and another inch went in with a wet slurp. Her clit was exploding with tension. All her wiggling had stretched the flesh around it until it was pulsing like a tiny cock itself.
"Ohhh, let me go, let me up! Pull that thing out of me before I die!"
"You're not gonna die," Merle laughed, enjoying her state of confusion. And though in a panic, Bobbie could see that all her squirming around on top of him was working his libido into a lather.
"Ohhh, inside me it's gonna tear!"
"No, that's just your cunt stretching a little." Merle pushed her hips down and she felt that shaft sliding through the velvety softness. Yes, her cunt was yielding to that monstrous cock! It was actually pulling at Merle, sucking at him to get him deeper. The more she wiggled and writhed, the more of her pussy slipped down over Merle's hot meat.
"There, now I'm really getting deep," he growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her bottom.
"Ohhhh shit," she whimpered as a jolt of pleasure went through her. She'd never felt anything similar before, not while fingerfucking, not even while Carl had fucked her. Merle was touching a special spot very deep inside her young hole. He was rubbing it with his thick cocktip.
"Baby, just keep that going! Jesus ... !"
"Ohhhh, it's not hurting so bad now." She licked her lips but drooled on Merle's chest anyway. He pulled her body down against his and drove his tongue between her breasts before picking one to nurse at.
"Uhhhhhh," she whined, not so frightened now that that cock had fit inside her. Or maybe it had made her young pussy to fit it. She squirmed with flushed excitement as she straightened her knees and wiggled her thighs together. Merle opened his legs now and she wiggled more until her closed legs were inside his. She pumped her slim ass up and down with a steady urgent rhythm. The friction against the walls of her pussy and against the throbbing nub of her clit had grown so intense that she was obsessed with the tingles of pleasure that washed over her. She felt like some pulsating organism whose one goal was sexual ecstasy. She couldn't rub enough against the thick base of Merle's prick. She danced her white ass around in circles, feeling the barb gouge her inside.
"Baby, jesus you're fantastic!"
"Uhh, ohhh, whhhuuhh, Merle, it's driving me nuts! Ohhh honey, kiss my tits again! Ohhhh shit, I'm freaking out!"
"Yeah baby, yeah!"
"Ouch! Ohhh, it's so damned deep!"
The floating dock rolled in the waves as they fucked violently on the wet boards. The sun warmed her back as she continued to skewer herself on his rigid cock. Her slippery little hole made sucking noises as she let her ass rise and fall, rise and fall. The bursts of pleasure made her squeal with happiness. Merle's fingers tightened on her adolescent ass, digging in.
"Hey, slow down. Damn ... I don't... want... to ... Uhhhh god!"
"Merle! Ohhhh Merle, I love you, I love you!"
"Take it easy Bobbie Jo."
"... love you," she babbled, her hips see-sawing in a frenzied, uncontrollable way. The hot burn of joy was too much to resist. Vaguely Bobbie knew that she was probably going to make Merle spurt cream into her womb. But like it always seemed at such times, she didn't give a good damn!
The movements of her body had become very impassioned by now. She was touching Merle with her hands like she'd touched no man. Her trembling fingers felt the unbelievable thickness of his cock as she lifted and lowered her body onto it. The juice poured out. The wet squishy sound of their hungry lust made Bobbie Jo whimper. And then as her small fingers pinched that swollen cock she felt the little tube bulge with hot sap. A second later it was boiling out inside her. She could feel the spurts, feel the jerking lunges of Merle as he made wolf-like sounds in his throat and dug his fingers between the halves of her squirming ass. He went deep, went to the hilt. The head of his cock opened her womb and fountained white cream deep, deep in the cavity.
"Ohhh! Uhhhh Merle, god, oh god, oh god!"
"Doll baby," he grunted, eyes unfocused, a dazed look on his face.
Before this Bobbie Jo had experienced her climaxes as white hot flashes of ecstasy that seemed to pop at her from nowhere. They lasted only seconds and usually left her whimpering weakly, wondering where the lovely feeling had come from and where it had gone so quickly. But this one, this ass-lurching, mind-bending come with Merle's huge cock plowing her adolescent hole was different! It built slowly, grew steadily into a frantic, ravishing tempest that beat upon her like a tornado. She screamed, her willowy young body contorted over the bone-like thing that was embedded so deeply in her cunt. She quivered, her small tits rising and falling, her belly sucked in sharply under her ribs. She closed her juice-smeared thighs tightly to clasp the hard, hot cock with her pink insides, squeezing it, milking it, keeping it deep as the cum sap flooded her.
"Ohhhh god, I'm just full of cum! It's so hot and slick! I can almost feel those little sperm swimming around!"
Merle gave a coughing laugh. It was plain to see that her convulsions were stripping the sensitive flesh of his cock. Her tightness, her young suction had finally milked all the seed from his body and he was trying to calm her by petting the hard knots of her buttocks.
"Easy baby, easy. It's all over, all over now."
"Uhhhh Merle! It's still tickling like crazy! Way up inside me it feels like snakes dr something!"
"You really had a good one, didn't you."
"One?" Bobbie gave an exhausted laugh. "I must've had a dozen! Ohhh Merle, you're the best lover in the world. I love your cock! I want to keep it inside me forever and "ever."
"Afraid I can't let you do that. What would your mama think?"
"My mama ...?" She pouted. "I don't want to think about her now. It makes me mad that she wants you too."
Merle kissed her. It was more than just excitement in his lips. He kissed her like he really meant it. Like he wanted to have her as much as she wanted him. Bobbie Jo's heart pounded. She had experienced something extra good and she didn't want to lose it. She felt a heavy yearning in her heart now. A yearning to be with Merle always, to do what he wanted when he wanted and how he wanted it. She imagined herself waking in the morning in his bed, reaching over to massage his heavy cock to life. Then they'd fuck before breakfast.
"Ohhh, wouldn't it be nice to be married?"
"Hold on," Merle chuckled, pulling her chin up so she had to look at him. "You seem to've forgotten that you're sixteen and I'm old enough to be... " "Not my father." She shook her head vehemently. "I don't even want to hear that." She rocked her hips slowly, rubbing her cum-drenched insides across his firm but wilting cock.
"What am I going to do with you?" he said, hugging her slender body down against his chest.
"My sweet little sex kitten. I just didn't realize you were as ready as all this."
"Oh, I was ready," Bobbie Jo whispered. "I was more than ready." "Of course this'll be our special secret," he said, his finger massaging the tight hollow of her rectum.
"Why does it always have to be a secret? Why can't we just..."
"You're dreaming, baby."
Now Bobbie was getting angry. "You like Amanda better than me. Because she's got bigger tits."
"Actually, I prefer yours." The floating dock rocked in the waves. Bobbie smiled. "You do?"
"And your cunt too. But some things in life are a little difficult. Like you living with me."
Bobbie choked back a sob. "It just isn't fair, it just isn't."
"Oh there might be a way. Conventions are made to be sidestepped." Bobbie Jo stopped crying and looked up at him.
"You mean there might be a way so that we can be together always?"
"Just give me a little time to get things together," he smiled at her. "And promise you'll keep quiet about this."
"I'd promise anything if I can just do it again with you! Ohhh Merle..." Bobbie put her face against his broad chest and closed her eyes. Her hot little pussy was squeezing the softened shape of Merle's cock, holding it inside her so that every last droplet of semen was absorbed by her body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amanda had been nervous as a cat for the past week. Marriage proposals just didn't come every day. And when Merle had asked her she hadn't really expected it. Oh she did care for him in a very special way. But she'd never considered Merle the marrying kind. Nor had she demanded such a show of loyalty. She'd been enjoying her times with him enough not to cling. Men hated clinging women. At least Merle's sort did. But then out of the blue he popped the question and of course Amanda had agreed that it would be a good thing.
But what bothered her was the fact that her daughter knew something that could ruin everything. The day Amanda had been enjoying herself with her handsome young nephew, she'd heard the door slam, the footsteps running. It'd taken lots of will to pull herself up from the warm, wet pleasure of their fucking but Amanda had somehow made it to the window in time to see Bobbie Jo fleeing down the walk and out of sight. So she knew that her mother had fucked Carl. And if Bobbie wanted to hold that over her head there was really nothing Amanda could do about it.
She was pretty sure that Merle didn't know yet. He wouldn't have been so amorous, so forgiving. If he'd known that she'd tasted forbidden fruit, his male ego would have lurched. For all she knew he might never speak to her again. Not that there was any special reason for Bobbie to tell all to Merle. Still, when it came to love and lust nothing was easy to predict. And it seemed to Amanda that her daughter was acting very much like a jealous female. As if Carl meant something special to her, or had. Amanda wondered if things weren't a lot stickier than she'd first imagined.
But it was the day of the wedding when it all came to a head. She was in her bedroom putting on the white, lace dress she'd bought for the ceremony. She wasn't used to the emotions she was experiencing. Amanda certainly didn't feel like a blushing bride. And the way her nephew had been sulking around the house didn't help. His sad eyes reminded her that she'd taken him between her legs. The trouble was he wanted more. And since Bobbie had discovered them in the throes of hot lust, Amanda was reluctant to repeat the scene. Especially since Merle was going to wed her.
Amanda had hung the wedding dress back up, satisfied that it looked fine on her breasty, curvy body. She had just unfastened her bra and was about to take off her stockings and garter belt when someone knocked.
"It's Carl. I've got to see you." Amanda went close to the door.
"Carl, I'm really very busy. You understand?"
The door opened suddenly and Carl pushed into the room and closed it behind him. Amanda had been taken by surprise. She'd just taken a shower before trying on the gown and hadn't bothered to put on any panties. There she stood in a black garter belt and stockings. The lush and curly thatch of her cunt hair glistened with water droplets and Carl's eyes widened as if he were gazing at an angel.
"Carl, this isn't like you! I told you I didn't want to see you just now. I'm getting married today and you can surely give me a little respect... Carl!"
He'd fallen to his knees before her and hooked his hands behind her thighs, Amanda stared at him in shock. But her body was responding all too readily. A hot flow of juice made the lips of her pussy feel mushy and slick.
"Oh god Aunt Mandy, I don't want you to get married. I want to marry you myself."
"Silly boy," she said, petting his head. But she couldn't hide the fact that her hands were trembling. Her big tits rose and fell. He was kissing her fresh-washed pubes now, moaning with desire. "Carl, please stop ... Ohhhh, ohhhhhh god!"
Amanda dug her long, painted nails into the boy's curly hair. She knew that Merle would be there in less than an hour. And so many details had to be taken care of before the wedding could take place. But as she looked down at her nephew groaning and nuzzling in the warm fur of her body, she weakened. Yes, she still lusted for that young, hard body, that inocent, fumbling excitement! Merle loved her. But Carl worshipped her!
"Darling, you don't think I've forgotten you?"
"I don't know. Maybe I did."
"Of course I haven't. It's just that I had to be careful. After I'm married things will calm down again and then ..." Carl shook his head.
"I can't wait that long," he groaned, rubbing his palms over the naked flesh where her garter belt was stretched. Amanda saw the way he was looking at her black lace contraption. She'd thought it an old fashioned and somewhat cumbersome thing. But it was obvious that her young cousin was experiencing something entirely different. Again and again he traced the way the garter belt fit her and the way the little clasps held her stockings up so that her thighs were tightly enclosed by the sheer silk.
She used her toes to rub the sole of his foot.
"You're a dear," she sighed. The nipples of her breasts throbbed. She knew that it would be easy to let her nephew suck them. Every nerve in her body yearned for the excitement the young man could bring. But she had to be strong.
"After the ceremony I'll be seeing you. You're not going to leave town or anything."
"But you will. On that damned honeymoon."
"Only for a week."
"You're taking Bobbie Jo along. Why can't I come too?"
"Bobbie's my daughter," Amanda, laughed, digging her nails into his scalp as he pressed his mouth against her cunt again. It was getting hard to stand there and let him keep exciting her like that. She had to break it off, had to.
"Ohhhh, Amanda," Carl groaned, kissing her all the harder. His hot tongue reached out under her mound and he hooked it upwards. Her inner lips parted as he rubbed deep into her crevice. She hunched her back outwards, tilting her pelvis for him to eat her more easily. Her shaking fingers pulled him against her smoldering flesh.
"Damn you Carl, you know it's impossible for me to refuse you. You darling boy!"
He tried to push her towards the bed but she shook her head and steeled her emotions against it.
"No! We just can't fall in the sack and fuck. Not now. Not today. I don't think my nerves could take it."
"Please Amanda! I want you so bad." "Merle will be here at any time," she hissed. "Can't you understand that this is my wedding day? Carl, you've got to be reasonable."
"Look!" he whined, jerking the front of his pants open. "I can't be reasonable. Not with this."
Amanda stared down, her heart pounding. The poor boy's cock was as hard as she'd seen it. The shaft was bulging with dark veins and the glans looked ready to burst. As the blood pounded through it she could see it swelling and receding with a lusty rhythm. Suddenly she was imagining that fantastic looking organ plowing up inside her, rooting in the dripping softness of her cunt.
"Oh damn you," she breathed, sensing that she was losing her will to resist.
"Please Aunt Amanda," Carl begged, licking her pussy like it was a piece of candy. "Let me put it in you! Ohhh, let me please!"
"Hurry," she gasped, jerking his hand. Amanda led him to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. He was shaking, his dress slacks tangled around his knees. She leaned her back against the door and opened her arms. He smiled and pressed his belly up against her. He was fumbling wildly to get the head of his cock into the oily heat of her crevice.
"Let me do it!" she cried, pushing his hands back. Holding him just behind the glans with fingertips and thumbs, she hunched her pussy forward. It opened with a smack and the musky perfume of her excitement wafted up to them. Carl looked half crazed with desire. He kept handling the straps of her garter belt and brushing the way her stockings clung to her thighs. It was contagious. Because now Amanda found herself just as thrilled to be doing it in her stockings and black lace belt. There was something vaguely naughty about it. As if there wasn't time to undress completely. A hurried fuck behind a bathroom door while the groom steadies his nerves downstairs with sips of brandy.
"Amanda, god . . . Ohhh god!"
"Don't come all over my stockings damn it. They're the only ones I have!"
"Amanda, you're so nice and hot. . . Uhhhh!"
She had pressed the taut-skinned glans up between her inner lips. It wasn't easy to do it standing up. And maybe that was as exciting as the stockings and garter belt. Carl clung to her full curvy hips and thrust under and up. His prick sunk into her fevered body with a small sexy sound of slickness.
Carl thrust again and she let her head fall back against the door with a thump. It was wonderful! It was a wicked, exhilarating moment. Amanda had never guessed that a quickie could be so intense! She let her long nails scratch down his back and then dug them into the meat of his jerking buttocks.
"Ohhh, darling boy," she whimpered, her ass being driven back against the door each time he penetrated her a little deeper. The juice dripped down his cockshaft and wet his balls. With her fingers surrounding that wrinkled sack now, Amanda massaged him and pushed up against the hidden lump of his prostate. Carl groaned and fucked wildly.
"Uhh, ahhhh, ohhhh shit, ohhh, god Amanda!"
"Baby," she cooed, "My darling nephew. . . Uhhhh god damn!"
Amanda realized that suddenly their love making had gotten very violent. Maybe it was the standing up that made them lurch" and crash around. But now that her nephew's slender young cock was speared deep inside her pussy she knew they couldn't take time to change to another position. She clung to his strong back, her ass dancing and squeaking against the closed door. She kissed his mouth hard, moaning through her nose. He was plunging and fucking like a wild man and she felt the hot rub of her clit grow intense. There was something about the way they were doing it that made her muscles tighten around that sensitive nub of flesh. It had pushed out from its hood and was beginning to glow with a tingling itch. An itch she knew would only feel really scratched when she climaxed.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh, yessss!" she cried, digging her nails into her nephew's back again. He drove at her like a football lineman. Her big tits were flattened under his heaving chest. His mouth ate at her own wet lips. His balls swung, slapping her fingers as she caught at them hungrily with both hands. Her juices had made a lovely, musky mess and as her climax thundered down on her she felt that pounding spasm up inside Carl's groin as his body prepared to spurt his potent fluids.
" . . . com in' . . . Ohhhh, Aunt Amand uuhhhhh!"
"Yes baby, me too! Ohhhh, babeeee!" She held his thrusting, lurching body and focused on that spearing stiff cock that was skewering her to the bathroom door. But it was all going to be over so quickly. She wished she could string it out a little, savor the exploding glory of it.
"Slow now! Carl, slow down!" With a groan of weakening willpower, her nephew eased his cock out and pushed it slowly in again. The muscles of her pussy closed hungrily on him, convulsing in slow ecstasy. "Ohhhh shit!" she cried as the climax worked its magic on her with tantalizing slowness. Her dripping hole milked at Carl's rigid cock as he repeated his slow penetration. He was trembling all over. She knew that the sucking spasms of her slick tube would pull his jizz from him at any second. Then the broad-shouldered boy was making whimpering, puppy-like moans against the hollow of her neck and a few moments later she felt the steamy sap leaking down the inside of her thigh. It fell in slick splats to the linoleum floor as Carl continued to spear her with his spurting prick. She came with one last burst of energy, her plush ass squirming in a frenzy of rubbing, grinding joy.
"Yess . .. shit yes! Ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck!"
They clung together, weakened by the effort of the stand-up quickie. When her nephew pulled his prick from her hole, the milky cum spoiled her stockings. But she didn't give a damn about that. She'd had one of the nicest orgasms of her entire life. She was shaken and awed by it as she plopped down on the closed toilet lid and stared up at Carl.
"You'd better get the hell out of here now," she murmured. "Cause if I get my second wind I think I'll jump on you again." Amanda pulled his smiling face down and kissed him until he beamed proudly. Holding his pants up with one hand he stumbled out of the bathroom. Amanda stripped her cummy stockings off and stepped out of her garter belt. She smiled as she hung the thing on a hook and turned on the shower faucets.
"Another damned secret to keep," she sighed. "I hope Merle turns out to be an understanding man. Because if he ever finds out..." She stepped under the hot spray and let it beat against her glowing nipples.
CHAPTER NINE
"It was a beautiful ceremony," Bobbie Jo said. They were well out of town now and she had been watching her mother snuggle against Merle for the past five miles. It'd been a little hard to hide the emotions that raged in her. She was feeling very possessive for one thing. She just knew that Merle really wanted her. And to see him whispering things in Amanda's ear wasn't easy to swallow.
But of course there was nothing she could do about it either. After all Merle and Amanda were man and wife now. Bobbie was going to have to get used to a lot of uncomfortable situations.
"I still don't know why you two brought me along," she said. "It's your honeymoon and I really think you should have gone alone." Bobbie didn't mean a word of it.
"Oh darling," Amanda said sweetly, turning to smile at her, "I knew you'd never seen Echo Cave and you'd talked about it so much that I couldn't very well leave you at home." Bobbie smiled back. The real reason she was along had nothing to do with Echo Cave. Amanda had taken her aside before the wedding and begged Bobbie not to ever say anything about what she'd seen that day in the bedroom. The day Bobbie Jo had stumbled upon her cousin and her mother locked in a frenzied fuck. Of course Bobbie didn't give an answer right away. Then when Amanda invited her to join them on the honeymoon, she'd agreed to keep it a secret. Her mother really did think she was interested in that silly old cave though. It was as good a ploy as any to stay close to her new stepfather.
"Well, let's break out the champagne," Amanda said, pulling a freshly opened bottle from the paper sack she'd brought along. Instead of bothering with glasses, the bottle was passed around. Bobbie Jo took a good slug and every time her turn came she took more. She was playing eye games with her stepfather in the rear view mirror. He seemed a little pressured. And why not, with two women both competing for that hard, hot cock that grew from between his legs.
Amanda was getting pretty high by now and when a sign by the roadside announced a rest stop, she asked Merle to stop so she could go pee. No sooner was her mother out of the car than Bobbie leaned over the back of the front seat and started smearing hot kisses on her stepfather's face. He fumbled under her bridesmaid's dress, found the silk taut band that was plastered against her young cunt.
"Ohhh, I don't think I can stand to wait," she whimpered, plunging her ass wildly as he massaged her feverish mound. "Merle ... Uhhhh, Merle darling, put your finger in me!"
Looking around like his wife might appear at any second moment, Merle eased under the elastic of a pantyleg and then Bobbie shuddered as his finger went into her hole with a slippery sound. She squirmed her hips and made hungry moaning noises as he worked the finger in and out like a small cock.
"Ohhh darling," she sighed, eyes fluttering closed. She knew she looked angelic. Her brown hair was fixed just so and she'd put on a little makeup for the wedding ceremony. The fancy dress did a lot to show off her slender, girlish figure.
"Your mother will be coming back," he said, easing his finger out of her. The soft surfaces pulled at him like her cunt hated to relinquish anything so hard and long. But Bobbie knew that there was something lots better for her ravenous young cunt. And she longed to have it!
"When can we be alone?" she breathed, panting close to his ear.
"Now listen Bobbie it's up to you to keep any trouble from starting. I'll do my best to take care of Amanda so we can get together."
"What do you mean take care of her?"
"Well hell, we're married. Your mother is going to expect..."
"Oh!" she hissed, slamming back down in the back seat and crossing her arms angrily over her tits. "I just hate the idea of you and her ..."
"I couldn't very well marry you. It was the only way I could think of to be close."
"Some way."
"Here she comes. Now cool it, would you?"
Amanda slid into the front seat and smiled at Merle. It was obvious to Bobbie that she didn't have the least suspicion that they had something going.
"I guess I'd better go take a leak too," Merle said. Bobbie waited a decent interval before suddenly squealing that she might as well tinkle while they were stopped. Her stepfather was already inside the lobby of the place when she went in. She hurried to the door marked for her particular sex and peed as fast as she could jerk her pants down and jerk them up again. Then she went out and pretended to be studying the maps and displays. Merle came out still zipping up his slacks. He spotted her and a guilty grin split his face.
"Kiss me!" she whispered, thrusting herself against him. He put his arms around her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was overcome with want. She ground her hips against him and dug her fingers into his ass muscles. Bobbie Jo was hotly intent on sucking her stepfather's tongue when someone cleared his throat behind them.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Merle said, pushing Bobbie past the shocked senior citizen and his wife who stared with disbelief at them.
"Why, I never in my life..." the old woman stammered."
"He's not my boy friend," Bobbie Jo said silkily as Merle tried to tug her away. "He's my daddy!" The woman turned away, her face red.
Outside Merle made an angry face. "You didn't have to do that."
"She looked so smug, so self-righteous. How does she know how I feel?"
"It doesn't matter what either one of us feel. There are laws..."
"To hell with the laws."
"Shut up now, here's the car." Merle opened the back door for her.
"You two seemed to be having quite a conversation," Amanda commented. She had the champagne bottle between her knees. Bobbie could tell by the way she was slurring her words that she was going after it pretty good.
"We were talking about lunch. Bobbie here has her heart set on a pizza but I'm not sure I want to take chances after all the junk I ate at the reception." Merle laughed good-naturedly. Bobbie giggled in the back seat. Amanda hadn't noticed that her new husband's slacks were all bulged out from the erection her daughter had given him inside the rest stop building.
They arrived at the motel in the middle of the afternoon. By this time Amanda had finished most of the champagne and was working on a bottle of scotch Merle had brought along. She was acting loose and horny and it irked Bobbie to see her putting her hands all over Merle. She reminded herself of what her stepfather had told her at the rest stop. She was just going to have to get used to the idea of sharing him.
"Whhooopeeee!" Amanda yelled, bouncing on the bed. Bobbie Jo's room was the connecting one, a door joining hers to theirs. That night the door would be closed and locked of course and Bobbie wasn't happy about that either. She knew she'd hear them going at it. It just didn't seem fair.
"Hey my darling husband, let's take a shower together! And then I think I'd be ready for a little fun." Amanda winked wickedly at Merle and he winked back. Bobbie mumbled something about going to her room to rest and stalked out. She could hear her mother giggling in the bathroom as Merle did things to her. Nice things, Bobbie was sure. Things that she wanted done to her.
Then they were back in the bedroom again, rolling around on the bed. Bobbie couldn't bear to listen so she took a shower herself, turning the water on hard and singing loudly. But when she stepped out with a towel, she couldn't have picked a more erotic moment. The newlyweds were making the bed thump in the next room. Amanda's shuddering groans were ecstatic. And even Merle was gasping and grunting as he shoved it to her good.
Though it pained her, Bobbie Jo stood close to the door listening. Amanda sounded like someone was pulling her hair out by the roots. And then she gave a loud squeal that coincided with a moan from Merle and all was quiet.
"Oh damn, she's got him all worn out," Bobbie said, sulking on the edge of her bed. She dried her hair and fluffed it at the mirror. Then she felt the champagne wearing off. It reminded her that there was a bottle of scotch and a few beers that were still cold in her parents' room. It seemed funny thinking of Merle as one of her parents. She padded naked to the door joining the two rooms and tried the knob. Locked. Well, there was nothing to do but knock. And she did, but very softly. Footsteps approached and Merle was suddenly looking down at her. His eyes quickly caressed her young, tan and white body.
"I just wanted something to drink," she whispered, peeking around him to see what Amanda was doing. Amanda was snoring softly, her legs sprawled, arms thrown apart. Between her thighs, her vulva looked swollen and glossy. Bobbie Jo glanced at her stepfather's naked cock then and saw that his cock was red even though limp. He let her slip over to the dresser and scoop up a glass of scotch and a beer. When she returned to her own room he gave her a weak smile and acted as if he was going to shut the door again.
"Mom's asleep isn't she?" Bobbie breathed, her shoulders thrown back to show off every bit of her breasts. They were small white swells of gracefully curved flesh. None of this was lost on Merle either. Though he'd just about sucked them off that one day, he was gazing now as if he'd noticed them for the first time.
"Christ, Bobbie Jo .. . !"
Bobbie tilted her hips and pushed a long leg out. Her toes softly caressed her stepfather's foot. "Well, she sure sounds like she'd dead to the world to me. She drank an awful lot today and ..."
"Damn!" Merle sighed and pushed her into her own room, giving a quick glance over his shoulder before joining her and gently closing the door. He was careful to lock it. "I could say I went for a paper or a drink or some damn thing."
"Like that?" Bobbie giggled pointing at his nakedness.
"Guess I'd better get my clothes, huh?" Merle slipped back into the room where Amanda was sleeping and returned with his pants and shirt draped over one arm, the rest of his things clamped against his belly. Again he closed and locked the door between the rooms. By this time Bobbie Jo was half out of her mind with anticipation. And she noticed too that her stepfather wasn't limp anymore. His cock had thickened and lifted slightly. The head throbbed with a dark blue hue.
"I want to kiss you there," Bobbie breathed, "but let me wash you first. I just can't stand the idea of being second around here."
Merle seemed to enjoy being led to the bathroom where Bobbie lathered a chunk of soap in her hands and then gently spread the sudsy slickness over his cock. Quickly the pulsing organ stiffened more and she massaged him with her soapy fingers.
Rinsed and dried, she led him back to her bed. Merle sat down heavily. He seemed a little tired from the excitement of the wedding, the drive and then Amanda's hungry demands on him just scant minutes before. But Bobbie was determined to get her turn.
"Oh daddy," she sighed, grinning at the irony of her words. "I've waited so long for this." Her mouth sucked at his glans, tongue flicking hotly at the lobes underneath. Her stepfather petted her head as he watched her slip her lips down a little farther, a little more until at last his cocktip was deep in the trough of her moving tongue. "Yeah sweet daughter, ohhh yeah!"
But Bobbie Jo was hungry for more than cock in her mouth. She let her mouth slip free of him with a wet pop and straddled his knees. Merle was still sitting on the edge of the mattress as she squirmed up so she sat on his thighs facing him, legs straight out behind. At once Merle saw the possibilities of this position and lifted her ass in his hands. It was Bobbie's duty to reach down between their bellies and hold his huge, hard cock up at the right angle. Then gently he placed her mound on the feverish tip of his glans. Letting some of her weight down on him had to feel good because her stepfather's face went slack. And Bobbie Jo could feel her firm, slippery vulva open like a flower. The inner lips smoothed down over him coating his sensitive flesh with hot juice. It felt like velvet against velvet and she pumped her hips a little to feel his cock going into the beginning of her hole.
"You feel even b-b-bigger this time," she sighed, kissing his face with hungry little pecks.
"And you feel wonderful," he groaned back.
"Better than Amanda?"
"That goes without saying."
"I'd rather hear it though."
"Yeah, you're better. But you've got to be careful how you act around her. If she suspects for one moment that you and I are . .."
"Oh silly," Bobbie whispered, biting his bottom lip. "Just fuck me daddy! Fuck me good and hard!"
He pushed her hips downward then and his cocktip spread her muscles apart and slipped past. She was penetrated now, his feverish head out of sight between the soft and clasping swells of her young cunt. She bobbed around, letting her inner surfaces caress him. Though he seemed bigger, Merle's cock was going in easier than the first time they'd tried it. And after a lot of wonderful squirming, he felt her ass settle against his lap. It felt so fine to have something big and stiff rammed up into her belly like that. She hugged him with her thin tan arms and babbled happily as he ran his big hands up and down her adolescent body.
"Uhhh, that's so good I could bite my tongue," she breathed.
"Yeah darling. Mighty good."
Bobbie Jo was shivering all over at the newness of the position and the throbbing power of Merle's big prick way up inside her. She tightened her legs around his body and crossed her ankles. With her thin arms around his neck it was easy to lift her body straight up from his lap and lower it again. At first she did this very slowly, very carefully. The slick friction of his shaft pushing at the edges of her tight hole made her nipples tingle. The pink nubs rubbed her stepfather's chest as she lifted herself again and then nestled down on him, squirming her slim hips slightly to let his wonderful cock spear her to the hilt. Deep inside her belly the tip bulged against her womb's opening. It was even deeper than last time and she knew she'd never get enough of that thing. As she tightened her arms around his neck and eased herself upwards again, Merle gasped and felt with his fingers at the dripping pink folds of her young cunt as they were pulled down by his shaft. Her flesh was clasping tightly to the glossy skin of Merle's cock.
"Oh baby, this is exquisite! It's the best fucking I've ever had. I thought last time was good but... Uhhnnnn, ohhh Christ!"
"I'm learning how to make it good for you," she sighed, bottom lip pulled under her teeth as she rolled her hips ever so slowly. Her hot cunt swathed his pounding glans-tip with more steamy juice and the slow, sliding friction made her stepfather hug her slender body against his muscled chest. It made Bobbie all that much more aware of the difference between her adolescent female form and the mature masculinity of Merle. Her downy soft skin felt wonderful up against his hairy hardness. And likewise that mushy, petal-soft place between her thighs was yielding to the stiff ramrod of his manhood. She really knew what it was to be a woman.
"Uhhn, Merle, ohhhhh you're making me half crazy with your cock!"
"Yeah, and your little pussy is beautiful. I can feel every bit of it now! Jesus Christ it's so hot and soft!"
"Whhhuuh, huuuhhhnnn, yaaaaahhhh!" she gasped, her small fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as she writhed around on that chunk of hot cock-flesh that had penetrated her pussy completely. "Maybe I'll do it faster," she breathed, excited past all reason now. "Maybe you'd like that..."
Her eyes pinched in concentration, Bobbie Jo lifted her body and let it down again, faster and faster, clutching to her stepfather's neck as her tits skittered up and down his chest. The sloppy fucking sound grew slurpier. Her juices were spilling out, coating Merle's balls.
"Yeah baby, yeah!"
"Feel good?" she gasped.
"Feels like your tight little twat is stripping the skin off me! It feels like a million dollars." "You do love me don't you, Merle?" "Christ yes, I'd be a damned fool not to. "Say it, say the words!"
"I love you, Bobbie Jo!" He crushed her young mouth to his and Bobbie moaned wildly through her nostrils as his hands caressed her tits and then slid down to clutch her waist. She was rising and falling on that spike of feverish, quivering cockflesh and now Merle was helping her in her movements. The muscles deep inside her body convulsed around the flared tip of his prick. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before she'd jerk and twitch and go half crazy with pleasure.
"UMihhh!" she whined, white teeth biting at his shoulders.
"I don't want to hurt you honey ..."
"Hurt? Oh, hell no! Ohhhh, shit Merle, it feels like heaven. I wouldn't care if I died doing this!
Ohhhhhh, darling Merle, I want to keep that thing inside me forever! I want to sleep with it in there tonight."
But Merle had the funniest look on his face. He was breathing like he was strangling and she could feel the muscles in his groin jerking as his cock swelled huge inside her.
"Better get off me damn it! Better slip your hot little pussy off or I'm gonna fill it with ..."
"I don't care!"
"Baby, you're my daughter now! It was bad enough before but now..."
"Maybe I don't care!" She clutched him, daring him to try and extract his cock from her pussy. When he tried, she bore down with all the muscle power she had. Merle's face was twisted in the agony of holding his semen back. Bobbie grinned at him, her hips dancing furiously on his lap now as she urged him with her hot velvet surfaces to spurt his cream into her cunt.
"No you damned little fool!" he gasped, eyes rolling. He was still clutching at her, trying to push her away. But the sharp edge of ecstasy cutting through his senses was too much for him. Bobbie gave a whimper of victory as he let her push him down on his back on the bed, his legs still hanging, heels digging at the rug as she continued to writhe like a serpent, her ass plunging to rub that trembling explosion of pleasure to its final peak.
"I want it! I want it all inside me!"
"Bobbie honey, listen to reason! Listen to... Uhhhhhhh!"
Merle's shoulders shook and she felt the spasm go through him. Her cunt muscles were milking powerfully now, begging for the potent juice she wanted. And her stepfather gave it then, gave it with excited gasps and clutching fingers. She felt the hot fountain deep inside her as his cock jerked and her ass did bucking, frenzied circles.
"You're mine," she breathed hotly into his ear. Her tits teased his male nipples, her small hands dug deep in his hair. She kissed his mouth again and again as she felt her own climax pound nearer. And then her cunt was squeezing the thrilling jets of cream from her stepfather's big prick as she jerked, trembled and screamed in the fury of her adolescent come.
And as Bobbie Jo felt the boiling sap going into her she knew she'd discovered at last what it was all about. Life was a grand and fantastic fuck and half of that fuck would be living in the same house with her.
"Ohhhh, Merle!" she sighed, licking his mouth like a kitten. "Isn't it wonderful?"
He looked at her with a resigned smile. "Yeah baby, it's wonderful." He hugged her trembling young body and Bobbie closed her tan thighs to hold the thickness of her stepfather's cock firmly inside her cunt.
