Jerry's hands were on her, pulling strongly and swiftly, and she was pressed hard against him, his chest trying to flatten her unflattenable breasts as he kissed her. What he lacked in technique was made up for by both his enthusiasm and forcefulness and Linda's knowledge.
He slid her shorts down, and down, until they dropped from her knees to the floor. Her bra fell loose beneath her blouse. She stepped out of the shorts. Jerry stared; the hot-cunted redhead wasn't even wearing panties I The firm bulge of her pubis was marked by a red stripe from the tight crotch-seam of her shorts.
"Get that blouse off," he said, running his other hand up under it.
"Your clothes ... she murmured, against his mouth.
They had him bare in seconds, and her bra flew across the room.
CHAPTER ONE
The tradition was one of such long standing that neither the Wattses nor the Canfields ever thought about the fact that the kids were getting bigger. And older. And wiser.
It had begun when they all met at a conclave in Illinois. Somehow or another they got together, the Wattses and the Canfields, and then their children did. And wasn't it an interesting coincidence! Both David Watts and Jerry Canfield were ten, when it began, while Linda Watts was eleven, and Melody Canfield nine.
They had some laughs about the fact that the Wattses had first made a girl, sort of as a trial balloon, and liked it so well they did a boy a year later. The Canfields, meanwhile, had merely reversed the order.
The tradition began. The Canfields lived in a tiny rural Illinois community, while the Watts home was in Chicago. Every summer the kids visited back and forth, usually for a week. Their parents thought it was very good for the children, each learning about another facet of American life. Sort of like the town mouse and the country mouse.
There was plenty of room at the Canfields', and they extended an open invitation. Any time the Wattses wanted to send both children on down from Chicago, fine-Melody and Jerry would go to Chicago while David and Linda came down to the farm. Year after year the families played their little game of fun and education, and they hardly noticed the passage of those years.
Then the Wattses got the chance at the European trip, and they telephoned the Canfields. Sure, just send the kids on down here this August while you're over there! Plenty of room-and the kids like each other. They've had very little time together all as a group, anyhow, because of the way we've traded kids every summer. Sure, it'll be fine. Plenty of room.
So in August all four children were under the same roof.
But they weren't children anymore, and no one had really noticed!
David and Jerry were sixteen. Jerry was three months older, really, but David was considerably more mature-in some ways. City boys are like that.
Linda Watts was now seventeen, and a grown woman-so she thought. And blond Melody was all of fifteen.
One of the things that David said to Jerry was, "Wow, I really dig your mother and sister. I mean, it's not only that Melody is blond and Linda's got all that red hair. But both Mom and Linda are such big-titted females, and Melody-umm nice! Just hand-size, maybe?"
"Uh I guess...."
"You g-don't you know?"
Seeing that it was a shameful admission, Jerry, who had never thought much about it, looked down. "Uh-well, no. I mean I've never had my hands on my sister's titties, after all!"
David stared at him. "But you've seen her, haven't you?"
"No!" Jerry exclaimed, jerking his head up, but David noticed that he didn't get red about it.
Then Jerry asked, "Have ... have you? Seen Linda's ... breasts, I mean?"
David shrugged. "Sure. She's proud of those knockers. You don't see her wearing baggy blouses, do you? Not around here, although she has to cool it at home. After all, Dad's a deacon and all. But yeah, just ask her, Jerry. I'm sure she'd be glad to show you."
Now Jerry's face did redden. "I, uh, just think I won't, boy!"
David sighed. "You people are really hung-up, aren't you! You probably haven't even noticed how aware Sister is of you." David always called Linda just sister. "Sure, she's a year older, and she plays Woman, but she's noticing you, man. You aren't ugly, Jerry, and with a build like that you'd run a neighborhood or three in Chicago. You'd have been laid years ago, too!"
Acting embarrassed, Jerry said "Aaah...," with a deprecatory wave of his hand.
But David noticed that after supper Jerry changed from his sport shirt into a T-shirt. It looked very much to David as if Jerry were strutting his chest, too, all the while the four "children" played Flinch around the dining room table.
Next day Jerry wore a T-shirt again, and tight jeans that his mother mentioned should have been thrown away or cut off for swimming.
Their sisters, too, were undoubtedly having some interesting girl-to-girl conversations. Melody, who was slim but far from boyish, was admiring the other girl's chest every bit as much as Linda was admiring Jerry's. They even talked about it. Linda was very open about it and from her sighs and little moans in the dark once they were in bed, was doing It to herself. Rut Melody would not have dreamed of touching herself that way in the other girl's presence.
Linda's build and her activities, and the looks David kept giving Melody, made her feel the need. Melody went into the bathroom the night Jerry wore his T-shirt all day. She showered, with the door locked. She carried her book in with her, inside her robe. After her shower, she toweled herself with a lot of attention to her breasts and pale-furred cunt. Then, standing before the sink, she used the toothpaste tube to hold the book under the medicine cabinet light while she played with herself. Most natural thing in the world.
Melody rubbed and fondled her tight white tits, made the nipples come poking out of their pale pink haloes, and pinched them.
At the same time she slid her hand down between her thighs and began twiddling the clit she'd discovered long ago. It had gotten a lot bigger.
She stood there shivering, naked, with her eyes getting glassier and glassier and her mouth open. Her fingers sloshed around in the oozing nectar that flowed out of her slender slit.
It had not occurred to Melody that the apple tree was on a straight line from the bathroom window. She should have noticed; she and Jerry had climbed it enough. Apple trees are superbly climb-able. But she didn't dream that David might have gone outside and around back and climbed the apple tree. Why should she?
But David had.
He braced himself with one hand and one leg against a branch and the bole of the tree, and he played with himself with one hand while he watched Melody fingering her hot, juicy little snatch.
Melody's fingers plucked at her clitoris and she tightened her round white buttocks.
David's hand slid up and down his cock, while his eyes remained fixed on the girl in the bathroom. He had a big cock. He did know that.
Squirming, Melody pinched her nipples, first the left, then the right, then back to the left. Even from outside, David could see that little gumdrop get a lot redder. Jerry's horny sister was really applying the pressure!
David stroked his cock up and down, up and down, shivering a little.
Melody threw back her head, jerked her hand from herself, and rammed her pelvis against the sink. She stood there that way, holding her breasts with both hands and grinding her plump little mound against the white porcelain sink, enjoying the pressure and its coldness as she came.
The watching David came with her, though Melody didn't know it.
David spewed a long arcing jet of come out over the leaves and the branches and to the ground below. He shivered and clamped his teeth tightly together to keep from groaning. The boy stayed right where he was, without moving, while Melody sagged against the sink with her head hanging and her hair streaming down. He stayed there while she at last returned to life.
He watched Melody pick up a fresh, soft' towel and apply it carefully to her blond cunt. Then she slid on her robe, slipped the book within the clothes she'd worn into the bathroom, and returned to her room.
Climbing down from the tree, David wondered where she kept that book.
He told his sister about it the next day. She agreed to find the book for him. She also agreed to act put out with Melody, to let her know she knew about her hostess' solitary pleasures without, of course, letting Melody know how she knew.
It worked out very easily. Melody entered their room to find Linda fondling herself. Embarrassed, Melody started to back out of the room.
"Come in and shut the door. Dammit this is so hard, just doing it this way! Don't you have a book or something you use?"
"Uh-I-"
"Well, didn't you have something to help your mind get worked up when you diddled yourself in the bathroom last night?" Linda asked.
Melody was eyeing the other girl's big white breasts and the medium-red hair that adorned the plump little sex-mountain she was hunching against her own hand.
"How did you kno-I mean, uh ... what?" Melody knew she'd already blown it, and she was beyond recovering gracefully or cleverly. Flushing, she stared at the other girl.
Linda grinned at her. It was an X-rated grin, definitely prurient and designed to appeal to prurient interests. That hung up lawyer on the porno commission would have blown his mind and probably his balls, too-and lectured against her, immediately.
"Oh come on, Mel. You must have something. I mean I can't just lie here and keep my mind fixed on your handsome brother all the time!
"Jerry? Handsome?"
Linda-without missing a stroke-sighed and rolled her eyes upward. "Sure. A sister's the last to notice what a doll her own brother is. He's got the cutest little butt ... and more chest than any two other guys I ever saw."
Linda was clever, and like her brother, way ahead of Melody and Jerry. She found out where the book was. She got it handed to her.
She accomplished more than that. She even persuaded Melody to adjourn back to their room early tonight, for a mutual masturbation party. Melody obviously thought the concept was as wicked as the act, but when had wickedness ever stopped people from doing what fascinated them?
Within an hour Linda was telling her brother where the book was, and about the little party she and Melody would be having that night.
"Make sure the light's on," David told her. "And make sure the blinds are open, too."
"I don't think you can see us from that apple tree, brother dear," she said, jutting her big yellow-bloused tits at him.
He thought about that. Then he smiled. "Maybe not-but if you sort of turn the dresser a little, so we could see the reflection of your bed-"
"We?" She affected to look horrified.
"You don't think I'm going to be alone, do you?"
"Ah, my naughty brother! Wow-all I'll have to do is think about Jerry watching, and I'll come in no time!"
"Then keep playing. Don't come so damned fast you flop over and cheat us out of a show, naughty sister." He cupped one of her big jugs, squeezing until her yellow poor-boy blouse wrinkled in a dozen directions at once.
"Uh," she gasped, her mouth dropping open. "All right, baby. No sweat."
They smiled at each other.
That night Terry Canfield got the damnedest show of his life, He not only saw his sister naked-she looked pretty good, for a sister; better than he'd expected-but he also saw the super-nubile and super-bosomed Linda naked, too. No accounting for what turns males on-Jerry spent a lot more time staring at her big quivery tits than at the red-furred and very prominently bulging mound of her cunt.
Not only did he see, for the first time, two naked females, he saw them doing their equivalent of jacking themselves off!
Rubbing, and rubbing, and rubbing that spot just at the top of their pretty slits. Hunching, moaning, sweating, and tossing their heads. And he saw them come, both of them. The two girls writhed around like a pair of eels.
It was then that David embarrassed Jerry. He started in applauding. He kept nodding at Jerry, and nudging him. Because he was male and couldn't stand to be outdone or called chicken-shit later, Jerry Canfield vigorously clapped his hands, too.
He very nearly fell out of the apple tree.
Melody screamed, a small frightened and horrified sound. She rolled right off the bed, to hide on the floor between it and the wall.
Linda got up, naked.' Big hips swinging and big bare tits jumping, she walked almost leisurely over to pull the drapes together over the window.
After that Jerry and David went in to bed, and it was only natural that they each sprawled back in bed, each thinking separate but understandably similar thoughts, recreating mental pictures, while they beat their meat. Not each other's; it was strictly a to-each-his-own situation.
Next morning Melody, claiming to be sick, wouldn't even come out of her room. Jerry kept staring at Linda while she and David talked.
"Is she really sick?" David asked.
Linda shook her head. "Of course not. Embarrassed, mortified, all that stuff. Ashamed to face either of you."
Jerry had become a tiger overnight. "How come you aren't?"
She shrugged a shoulder in full awareness of what that did to her breasts. "Women like to be looked at," she said, "and appreciated. Why should I .pretend otherwise? You and your sister are just hung-up, that's all. Lotta fresh air out here in the sticks," she said, looking up and around and swelling her chest in a deep breath. But a lot of hung-up people, too. Besides how come you're not embarrassed, Mister Peeping Tom?"
Jerry kept staring at her. "Just walk out to the garage right after lunch," he said, "and I'll show you who's hung-up!"
Going out to the garage wasn't necessary. George Watts was at work and wouldn't be home until late. He was always late on Wednesday nights. At lunch, his wife mentioned that she had to run over to the shopping center. She just hadn't got enough groceries for all of them, and maybe she'd better get Melody's asthma prescription refilled, too.
She left, and once again Jerry proved that overnight he'd become a tiger.
"Let's go up and start getting Melody un-hung-up," he said.
"Hey-y-y ... you really became a tiger, just overnight, didn't you?" Linda asked, cocking her head on one side and giving him her X-rated grin.
He looked straight back into her eyes. "How about you? Do you feel like a tigress?"
There was silence, but not for long. David started laughing. He slapped Jerry on the shoulder.
"Wow, you're sure not what I thought you were!" he laughed. "You just caught her without a comeback-and made her all wet in the coozie!
"David!" Linda snapped.
"Look at her," David chortled, "she's starting to turn red!"
"DAVID!"
Jerry got up and stretched out a hand to Linda. "Come on, let's go. My poor sister's sick and needs help!"
Linda accepted the hand. She allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, and then tucked the hand in between her arm and the bulging side of her breast, one of the nicest things a girl can do. The three of them went upstairs. Jerry knocked at the closed door.
There was no answer. Jerry knocked louder. "Come on, Melody," Linda called, "open up. I gotta get in there. Girl-type emergency. Unlock the darned door!"
Moments later Melody opened the door, saw them, and started to slam it again. Her brother's foot stopped it. She kept pushing, getting herself behind the door. She looked really darling in a pair of yellow baby doll pajamas.
"Come on Mel," Jerry said. "They're going to be here three more weeks. You can't just stay locked up in here all that time!"
"Go away, monster! Yes I can!"
"They came to apologize, Melody-eee," Linda said, almost singing the other girl's name, and pushing past Jerry.
Melody, naturally, did not see her own brother's hand move over to rub the thrust of the other girl's ass, poked out as she bent toward Melody. The redhead simpered. "Oh please, Melody. Don't be this way."
Melody was obviously wavering, and Linda pushed on past Jerry. Wrapping the other girl in her arms, she kissed her.
"There," she said, "everybody kiss and make up."
David and Jerry looked at each other. David nodded, ever so little, toward the blonde. Jerry stepped forward and kissed his sister. Melody looked fearful as David came to take his turn, but then his arms were around her and his lips on hers and she was forced to tilt her head back. It , was like watching one of those movies, Jerry thought. This must be the way it happens after all!
First Melody's hands were knotted into fists, straight down at her sides while David kissed her. Then they unfolded, fingers twitching. Then they moved, rather furtively, to his hips, up to his waist. Next they were on his back, rippling his shirt, and Melody was obviously kissing back strongly.
This time it was Jerry and Linda who exchanged a look, and with a mutual smile, they left the room. Whether David noticed or not they weren't sure. Certainly Melody didn't, or if she did, she didn't want it known.
She and David went on kissing, and his arms and hands held her body plastered to his.
Jerry and Linda went down the hall to the room the two males shared.
Just inside the door of his room, Linda turned. "Listen, Jerry, I think maybe we'd better cool it. I mean we shouldn't"
But Jerry's hands were on her, pulling strongly and swiftly, and she was hard against him, his chest trying to flatten her unflattenable breasts as he kissed her. What he lacked in technique was made up for by both his enthusiasm and forcefulness and Linda's knowledge.
The kisses grew hotter. Tongues leaped back and forth, tapping each other and thrusting deeply into warm mouths. His hands moved up her sides and back, pressing her tightly and feeling her body's warmth through her clothing. Her own fingers pressed him through the tight T-shirt and she clung tightly.
Both of them were intensely aware of the heat and hardness of the hard-on he had grown to prod at his jeans and nudge her belly. She couldn't help her little writhing movements against it. Their breathing became loud and panting.
"Are you going to undress," he asked, at last breaking the kiss and thumping the door shut behind him with his heel, "or do I have to tear your clothes off?"
"Jerry!"
His only answer was in the flash of his eyes and the tightening of his hands on her. The girl shivered. Overwhelmed by the masculine fervor she hadn't known he possessed, she passed a hand between them, caressing the hard stalk of his cock. The contact made him wince, and she shivered again. Then she was unsnapping and unzipping her shorts.
Too impatient to wait, he lifted her snug poor-boy blouse with both hands, sliding them up her ribs to the smooth-brassiered thrust of her tits. He squeezed them.
"Uh," she grunted, "and that stupid bitch in The Sensuous Woman said a woman didn't want her boobies squeezed like melons!" She shivered still again. "If that's what it's like to be a woman, I hope I go right on being a girl!"
His hands left the massy jugs, running around behind her to attack the catches of her bra. That was hard work, even when she arched her back in and refrained from breathing.
"Just-just get my shorts down," she panted.
His hands dropped to her hips. Her own hands went behind her to the bra-catches. He slid her shorts down, and down, until they dropped from her knees to the floor. Her bra fell loose beneath her blouse. She stepped out of the shorts. Jerry stared; the hot-cunted redhead wasn't even wearing pants! The firm bulge of her pubis was marked by a red stripe from the tight crotch-seam of her shorts.
"God," he said, reaching for that warm mound, "you masturbate yourself every time you take a step, don't you?"
She was unable to answer, except to grunt-his hand had pressed itself to her cunt and was squeezing the resilient flesh. His fingers enjoyed the feel of her silken red hair.
"Get that blouse off," he said, running his other hand up under it.
A shudder ran through both their bodies as his fingers came up under her naked breast and slid up its firm, expansive warmth and smoothness. Shakily, she drew the blouse up over her head.
"My hair-"
"It looks great mussed." he told her hoarsely, and yanked her against him again to kiss her.
"Your clothes...." she murmured, against his mouth.
They had him bare in seconds, and her bra flew across the room, and he was shoving her back onto the big bed. She arose again, hurled down the spread, and sank panting back once more. Her eyes were fixed on the big shaft of his cock and its swollen knob, throbbing before him with each beat of his heart.
"Man you are hung!" she said enthusiastically.
He half-fell onto her, half-knelt on the bed, arching his body to get his mouth on the dark nipples tipping her big breasts. They were far too big to remain upright while she lay on her back, but youthful and muscular enough to thrust strongly upward, nevertheless.
Circling the nipple and most of the aureole with his lips, he lapped with his tongue. At the same time he sucked strongly.
She moaned, writhing on the bed.
Her hand leaped out to stroke his hard belly, then moved down to grip his even harder penis.
Her legs seemed to drift apart as if drawn by invisible forces. Her hand drew his throbbing cock to her and held it firmly against her vulva.
Pulling at him in desperate desire, she spread her legs wider apart until they formed a yawning invitation absolutely impossible to resist.
"Ah," she gasped, and her teeth gnawed at his shoulder as she felt sudden pain.
The big knob of his cock forced its way between the tight-pressed lips of her tight, youthful pussy. He tightened his arms around her, pushing, staring down at her contorted face. Then her heels thrust against the bed, hard, and she rammed her vulva up his sex pole so that the full shaft sank into the juicy warmth of her cunt.
She moaned in delight. The pain was over, the joy begun. She hadn't been a virgin, anyhow.
He gasped when it was firmly implanted and tightly gripped within her. He was a virgin-or had been. He lay still, enjoying the supreme delight of lying soaking in her hot cunt.
Grunting, panting, she began to move beneath him. That brought him back to life, twitching and thrusting and ramming himself in and out. His rhythm became strong, thrusting his pulsing cock in and out of that wet inner warmth. She groaned and made little squealing noises, feeling the kindling of that magical fire in her abdomen. She moved, matching her rhythm to that of the hard young body atop her.
He did, lunging and ramming and filling her gloriously until his balls bounced off the buttocks of the body flattened against the bed. He jerked himself back and out, and when he plunged back into her wet depths, it was with a force that made her lurch convulsively all through the quivering curves of her body. Her clawed fingers left white marks that turned rapidly red as she clutched him, hard.
He gasped, glorying and delighting in the intense feeling of her naked body squirming beneath him, seemingly sucking at his loins, firing his balls with liquid lust.
She bucked and tossed beneath him, and his cock rammed in and out of her, in and out with his buttocks bobbing above her, and then there was no more time and he groaned and ground himself down onto her and into her. Her hands gripped him tightly to her.
It boiled up out of his balls. He groaned. Fire lashed from him, a liquid fire that bathed her interior, mingling with her own liquid passion. She smiled beneath him, in delight and in pride. She was older at that moment, smiling with a mother's delighted smirk as he came in her, shuddering and groaning as his body pumped forth its warm juice.
She did not want to tell him, did not want him to know that the only cock she had had in her was David's, her brother's cock, at least weekly for the past year and a half!
She held Jerry to her, on her as she might have held a son, tenderly and solicitously. Her first real lover, she thought. And how lovely it was!
He throbbed it out, all of it, deep into her, and then he collapsed onto her and they lay on the bed in sweat-glistening exhaustion, their arms and legs twined like serpents.
It was many minutes before Linda thought to murmur, "I ... I wonder how David made out ... with your sister?"
And, surprising them both, his cock leaped in response to the thought. Moments later, youthfully potent, he was strongly pumping her pussy for the second time.
CHAPTER TWO
David was encountering a little more difficulty. Melody, after all, was a virgin, and not burning up with hot pants as Linda was and had been for years.
She seemed to wake up after David had been fondling and caressing and squeezing her body for several minutes through the thin fabric of her baby-doll pajamas. Suddenly her hands were pushing, rather than pulling.
"David-no!"
"Oh yes," he said, pressing her hard, sharp cones of breasts until she trembled and gasped.
He felt the nipples erect under his hands, and he smiled a secret smile against her neck. Raising his head only a little, he breathed warmly into her ear. Yes, she was responsive to that. She shivered all over, hunching her shoulders and moaning.
"David ... no ... please...."
His hand slid up beneath her pajama top. Her wide-set breasts felt hard as baseballs, and about the same size, except they were pointed. He remembered how she had pinched their peaks, too, almost viciously.
"Unhhh ... David ... STOP!"
He pressed a finger over a perky little nipple and pushed it down into the breast it decorated so saucily. Her knees sagged and her belly fluttered. She gasped, her mouth falling open.
"Da ... vid...."
Pulling up the pajama top, he applied his mouth to the nipple that he had learned, so quickly, was extremely sensitive. He sucked gently at it, slowly increasing the pressure of his suction.
"Oooh ... my ... I ... my God ... Da-Davi ... unnnh...."
He sucked hard, as if striving to pull nipple and aureole and firm tit into his mouth and down his throat.
She shivered violently, her hands trying to grip him even as she willed them to push him from her. Grunting groans escaped the lovely blonde's open mouth.
He found one of her hands with his," tugged it down, pressed it against his crotch, ft jerked away. He continued sucking while he recaptured her hand and returned it to his fly. He felt her fingers fluttering there, fearfully and yet curiously. And then they gripped him, tightened, and his grunts echoed hers as she squeezed his cock lovingly.
"David ... no ... wrong ... you don't un-derst-you can't...."
He said nothing, only suckling at her breast while stroking and cupping one very firm little cheek of her ass. Since it was Linda who had seduced him, rather than the reverse, he had begun his sex life with ease, without having to persuade and cajole and deflower. But he had learned, as time went on, the power in his hands and mouth; not with the words that came from it, but in its ability to suck and tongue.
There had been times when Linda had said no-and had been overcome with acquiescence and then desire. There had even been the time when she was in her period, and he had wanted her anyhow, and he had gone on to get her hot, and they had learned that there was a certain rather wicked joy in his pumping his prick in and out between her thighs, its swollen head grazing the hairs of her plugged pussy, until he felt himself coming.
Then he had popped it free and spewed his semen all over his sister's lower belly and Tampax-filled slit, and she had so delighted in it that she had come without either being penetrated or having her clit rubbed.
Now he remained soundless, ignoring Melody's weak objections and little pleas. He continued to stimulate and love her with hands and mouth. And body, rubbing himself against her while holding her to him with both hands on her buttocks.
She could not resist. Her body, too, writhed and pressed itself to him. It was its own mistress; her brain and its urgent commands to stop had no power over her glands.
"David ... no ... I've never ... you can't ... I-ahhh!"
He had abandoned the tight tit he had so long sucked and tongued, and now gave its twin the same exhilarating attention. She sagged weakly against him. Her hand plucked at his fly, her fingernail raked at the zipper, her fingers squeezed the long thick bulge within the cloth.
Hot thrills jolted up through her loins to warm her belly. She surged it against him. His penis became a mighty throbbing staff under her manipulations. unwilling or not. It was like a magnet, forcing her hand to remain on it, pressing and squeezing it.
He wanted it out, out and naked and ready to intimidate and thrill and plunge into her. But he dared not interrupt the attentions he knew were melting her. He continued kissing and sucking her nipple while he manipulated and kneaded her ass cheeks with both hands. One moved upward, slipped under the elastic band, and entered the romper-like pajama bottoms to fondle her naked bottom flesh.
The panting girl groaned and quivered, ramming her pelvis against his in involuntary response to the first feeling in her life of hands on her bare butt.
"Please ... oh God please ... stop!"
David stopped. His mouth left her breast. His hands left her rump. He straightened up. She stared up at him. His face was stem.
"Da-David ... don't be mad ... you don't un-derst-it's just that-David, I'm a, a virgin, and I'm only fifteen ..
He continued to stand stiffly, staring down at her.
"Oh David ..she moaned, raising her hands to her face as tears began to spill from her eyes.
He caught one of her hands, squeezed it in his. "Come," he said, and led her from the room and along the hall. She followed meekly, her eyes bright and wide. Surreptitiously she rubbed away the tears with her free hand. He paused outside the door of the bedroom he shared with her brother. And turned to gaze at her.
She could not help hearing. Inside, on the other side of that door, the grunting and moaning of two people, the frantic jiggling and creaking of bedsprings, the occasional wet-sounding slap of flesh on flesh.
"Wha-what-"
He did not answer, only staring at her. Melody did not need an answer. They both knew what they were hearing. He'd have opened the door to show her his sister balling with her brother, but the sight of two naked bodies grunting and straining at each other in the beast with two backs was not always stimulating; it might well turn off a nervous girl of Melody's age. David was not stupid.
When he saw her legs weaken, watched her start to tremble, her eyes very wide, he strode forward to her. He kissed her tenderly. Picking her up easily, he carried her back to her room.
She said nothing as he set her down on her feet, beside the bed. She was silent, huge-eyed, while he peeled her pajama bottoms down her legs. She cooperated in raising her feet, one by one, when his hand closed around her ankles. Rather than straightening, he raised his head to plant a firm, lingering kiss on her lightly-furred mound. The girl trembled and a little moan seeped from her throat.
Then he rose and began tugging up the pullover top of her pajamas-and she raised her arms to allow him to remove it completely! She stood motionless while he bent his head to kiss her lovely breasts. Her hands rose slowly to clasp his head.
-The virgin blonde was as if in shock, or hypnosis.
David unbuckled, unzipped, and dropped his pants. She didn't even look at his angry erection when he skinned off his shorts to bare his penis. He stepped against her, letting her feel its hard, insistent prodding against her tight little belly. He raised her until she was on tiptoe and their lips met.
Slowly, mechanically, her hands came up and began unbuttoning his shirt. She was still while he removed it. Stepping past her, he sat down on the edge of the bed. His hands drew her down to him.
During their kiss, he pulled her nakedness onto the bed and stretched her out. She lay with her thighs nervously together. Moving his lips from her mouth to her nipples and back to her mouth, he caressed her stomach, her thighs, her vulva. Slowly her legs parted. His finger traced up and down the tight-pursed slit. She shuddered. Her thighs parted more.
He lay still, moving only his head and his hand. The head moved to plant kisses on her lips and nipples; the hand moved steadily, steadily, gently rubbing her clitoris. She moaned. Her thighs clamped together, then sprang apart. Her trembly hand came up to grasp his hair, convulsively. Her belly rippled. Her nipples seemed to thrust up into his mouth. She tightened her tight round buttocks beneath her, pushing her unprobed cunt up against his attentive hand.
Her moans increased in volume and intensity and in number. His fingers continued rolling the ever-more-slippery little node of her clitoris, on and on. Her legs tensed and trembled. Her calves bunched and she thrust at the bed with her heels. She moved her hips, rubbing her mound against his finger.
It took a long time.
The girl came at last, moaning and making little screaming sounds. The moment her orgasm began, he swung his body swiftly over hers. In one swift thrust, he entered her.
Her vaginal lips flowered open, straining around the engorged head of his cock, swallowed it up. It rushed in, nudged the firm little barrier of her hymen, stretched it, stretched it-pierced it.
Virginal blood and the juices of her coming flowed all around his cock as it shot into the intensely hot chamber of her cunt.
"Ah!"
The sound was her only reaction to the destruction of her maidenhead, that and her wincing lurch. So intense was her own climax that she hardly felt the end of her youth.
Then she was being strongly dilated and inwardly massaged by a long thick organ that whipped in and out of her, widening the breach more and more, plunging deeper and deeper.
Her hands quivered, leaped up to pull his head hard against her, then slid down his back to clutch his hard-driving flesh. She gasped at the size of the intruder in her cunt's uncharted depths, relaxing, but only for a moment. His weight pressed her strongly down into the bed.
Both of them felt the renewed stiffening of his cock within her cunt, hot and wet both with her juices and her hymen's blood. Groaning and quivering, he pulled it nearly all the way out, then shoved it back into the wide swept fissure of her vagina, driving home to the full length of his erection.
He jerked and quivered one more time, and then the hot semen was flowing from him to slam deep, blasting into her, into the youthfully slim body that sheathed him so snugly. He held it deep within her until it had stopped spurting.
Melody lay still, absorbing semen in her every pore and clutching him to her.
"Shit," she gasped, "I love it!"
CHAPTER THREE
Oct. 16 Dear Melody, Please don't be mad at Jerry, but he wrote to tell us about you.
David is just all torn up about it. He wanted to come straight down there and marry you. Really he did. I told him how silly that would be. We're all just kids! (Don't ever admit it to Parents, though! You've got to find a way to come up here to visit me, school or not. Or do you think you can cover up from your parents and everybody, until Christmas vacation? You've just got to get up here to Chicago. Surely you don't want to Marry David or anybody else at your age! Just come up here. I know a Doctor.
School's a drag, as always. A Drag. If I hadn't had that silly Rheumatic Fever in the third grade, I'd be out of school by now. But that's the way it is. I feel just ages older than everybody else, Mel, and I'll bet you do too. And God oh Jesus, didn't we four have a ball (oh-oh, Pun NOT intended!) down there at your house those three weeks! You've got to keep it a secret, Mel, and get yourself up here.
Love XXXXX
Linda.
January 26 Linda and David, Or maybe that ought to be David and Linda. We are fine. Melody is fine, really all right. You must be some kind of a genius. Getting that Doctor to not only do it, get rid of It, but to leave a scar on her belly and say he had performed an emergency apendectommy (sp?) was real genius. Yes, Dad's hospitalization paid almost all of it. The "appendectomy"!!
And everybody is real proud of Melody and how fast she recovered!
You ought to know that I feel like I've got semen up to here, trying to save it all, all of it up for you. (Not you, David, you turd!)
You probably oughtn't to know this, but I am going to tell you anyhow. It looks like Melody is going to ball everybody in school. There are twelve guys in the senior class (and 16 girls, God must've goofed!) and I think she's had ten of them. Oh they've had her, or something. I sure hope you're right and the thing that Doctor up there gave her, or put in her or whatever it was, works!
Thinking of you often, especially at nights, Jerry.
"Gee Melody," Jack Barnes said, "'You're beautiful, you know it? Just beautiful!" He shook his shaggy, youthful head. "You're prettier'n any of those girls in the magazines, without your clothes!"
Melody only smiled. It seldom occurred to her to compliment her boyish lovers-or rather, bailers, most of whom plugged in after just a few minutes and came after just a few seconds. She had a commodity, one that was in demand. She liked to fill the demand. She liked to be filled! It was fascinating, how different they all were, the boys she was balling-and yet how almost the same they all were, too.
"I love your breasts," he said, unnecessarily.
Actions spoke louder than words, and he'd been admiring her breasts-with eyes and hands-for several minutes now. He continued to pull and pluck at the sighing blonde's nipples until they had stiffened into extremely thick and hard projections, stabbing from her like nail-less thumbs.
"Squeeze," she sighed, "a little ... harder, Jack."
He did, but couldn't bring himself really to bear down with his thumbs and forefingers. Placing his palms flat over each little pink knob, he massaged them in turn, then both at once, playing with the jiggly, springy flesh-mounds behind them.
Strained, submissive little moans and gasps issued from her throat. It pulsed, visibly. Her tight-skinned young body was laid out for him like a feast, delectable and luscious, all young and naked and pink. It was a lovely tight young body that Jack Barnes, even in his vocal and visual and manual appreciation, was entirely too young and callow to appreciate.
Quivers of passion undulated through her and she moaned and stirred in response to the welcome, rhythmic, yet boyishly demanding caresses of her so-sensitive breasts.
"They need a lot of attention," she whispered. Her eyes were half closed.
"They deserve it," he said, with something akin to worship in his tone, as it was in his eyes. He stared at the lovely tits he fondled.
Each nipple had become a straining pink stalk, and each tingled. Her hips arched helplessly, yearning, offering. ... The fleecy little copse of yellow and almost-white hair at the very base of her belly stirred as she lifted her loins and circled her snug young cunt in the air. The girl was like quivering jelly inside, filled with a wanton ebullience that brought out the thick inner liquor of her hungry loins.
She wanted more attention to her nipples. Dam it, most of them just wouldn't squeeze hard enough! There ought to be books, courses in high school or even junior high, she thought almost in desperation, that told boys what girls wanted!
Her nipples wanted more pressure.
Her cunt wanted attention.
Her cunt wanted cock.
She wanted...."I want to be fucked," she murmured, swinging her golden head to and fro. "Hmm?"
She straightened her head, looked steadily up at the hovering boy with her tits in his hands.
"Put it in me," she told him in an almost steady voice. "Fuck me now, Jack!"
He responded to that commanding demand instantly, with too much enthusiasm and not enough expertise. He missed twice, and the second time the head of his rocky-hard prick hurt her soft little vulva. She groaned, sent a hand rushing down, and seized his cock. He groaned. She tucked it into herself.
Ahhhhh," Melody sighed, almost in unison with him. And she was wondering, even then: what would it be like with someone older, someone who wasn't a boy and had a lot more experience? She'd heard older men didn't come as fast, either.
Some day....
She shook like a slender sapling in a driving wind, feeling her tender tissues forcibly expanding, her entire inner vault stretching, adjusting itself to that big ramming phallus, strong with virile youthfulness. Relentlessly he rooted in, opening the grasping hot hole and spreading her tremorous thighs farther and farther apart in an obscenely wide Y.
He shoved hard and swung his hips, groaning constantly, drubbing her and skewering her passion-tensed body right up the middle.
Cuntal walls opened wide, undulating, rippling along his shaft as she worked to contract deep-set muscles. The steady grinding of the sexy girl's hips kept him well up inside the sucking clasp of her vagina and worked on his cock like a milking machine.
"Oh," he groaned, putting all his weight on her, "oh, oh ... that's so good ... being inside you is so good ... my dick, my dick ... ahhhh...."
Her pussy was snatching at his rocky dick, grabbing the youthful hard-on, sucking on it until she had every last micro-inch of it up her tight young belly.
She was almost mad with pleasure and growing rapture, with fiery surges waving and cresting in her fleshy, hot, dewy cunt. Hunching upward, she trained her legs over his bobbing bumping tightening little ass and got herself deeply cock-stroked.
"Oh! I love fucking you, Melody!"
She stroked his twisting, humping body with both hands, and she smiled. "Then fuck me, baby, punch me open inside...."
"Uh, uh!" Her words excited him the more, made him punch in even harder. Tight little ass whipped up and down to drive his loins against hers, his projection into her niche.
Her soft, hair-covered vulva padded his groin; her full, warm, ripe breasts like mounds of firm rubber or huge marshmallows cushioned his hard chest.
His body jolted her pelvis, hammering his thickly swollen cock into the girl he'd been eyeing in class for a couple of years now, and had never really dreamed he'd be rooting into, despite all his great dreams and the time just last week when he had beat off, staring at a couple of sexy pictures in the Penney's catalog and thinking of Melody Canfield....
Soft, gently undulating hips sought to tug him all the way in until he was lost in the soft rocking cradle between her thighs.
The boy whipped his own slender hips, corkscrewing his cock in her, punching leftward and then drilling in the other way to scrape her cunt's rightward walls.
It started happening all too fast. He'd been afraid it would. She too had been afraid he'd come very soon-but she'd been more certain than he. If Melody had a real fantasy she'd like to have fulfilled, it was that someone would climb in between her legs and fuck her for an hour.
It was good, though, and she hunched as he groaned and shot his wad up her clasping young vagina.
June 21
Dear Linda and David, So now I am a Senior, and Jerry is out and has got a summer job. He's already been accepted as an Ag student at the U of Illinois there in Chicago, and he says you're a real shit, David, if you go anywhere else.
Too bad your parents aren't going away again this summer. I'm all over the crying now, and the blaming you, David, and wish we could have another month like last year. But I guess I'll make it. There's this boy who is a Sophomore at SIU who came home for the summer, and we-but you don't want to hear about THAT, do you? Ha!
I don't have anything else to tell you. Should we consider switching again this year? I guess the Parents are all aware of how old we are, now, with you three out of High School. I doubt they'll be letting us ALL get together.
Bye now. Love to you both, Melodieieieieieie.
Melody, Promise you will burn a letter if I send you a long one.
Promise.
Love, Linda.
July 3 I promise.
I promise.
I swear.
Happy Fourth.
Melody.
PS: God, what're you going to TELL me? Write right back!
Mel
July 9
Dear Melody, The postal service is really shitty, isn't it? I just got your letter today. Wonder why they keep on calling it a service? Daddy sent a letter to a friend of his in Texas, and it never did get there. That was six weeks ago!
We are all fine, and David is looking forward to starting college in the Fall. He's going to U of I here, too, so hell see Jerry. Maybe they can be roommates.
Be careful now, little girl, since you're still in high school and all us big kids are out! Try not to study too much.
We love you, all of us, and say Hi to your mother and dad. Oh, and Jerry, too.
Love, Linda.
PAGE TWO
There, Melody, there's a whole one-page letter you can keep, in case your parents are suspicious. Ours are getting to be like police-but hahaha, how daddy likes to watch my titties when he thinks I don't notice!
Anyhow, here's the letter you promised to burn. Read it, then reread it if you want, and then BURN IT! No cheating, and for John's sake don't keep it just for finger-jollies. If your folks ever got hold of it-!!!!
David and I have discovered two new things!
He has emptied his big old hairy balls down my throat four times in the past few months!
The first time was the day after Saint Patrick's Day. I was flying the red flag, and he was horny as a bull and had a date with hot pants, but she got sick. So he came home horny as an old bull down in your part of the country. Kept watching me, and grabbing me, by the tits and the ass and all. I was hot too, but had to tell him I was In-disposed, isn't that a nice word for a bloody pussy?
Well, we played around anyhow, after They had gone to bed. They go straight to sleep every time, I think. I just can't even picture Daddy and Mom doing It. I can't imagine how they ever had us!!
We were playing around, and I was kissing David's dick and licking it and feeling his balls, all soft and fuzzy, and sucking him a little. All of a sudden he grabbed my head. One hand in my hair and another on the side of my face, and just held me there. I started to bite, but decided not to. I was all thrilled, I'll sure admit that, and wondered what it would be like. What it was like was that he just treated my mouth like a vaj.
He fucked my face!
And he came in my mouth!
It's all warm and sticky, and sort of musty-smelling, very bland, not salty like I've read in the books we've managed to afford and sneak in this way and that. Maybe those writers don't do it!
I didn't know what to do with it.
I swallowed it. All of it.
I drank David's come!
And it didn't hurt me. As a matter-of-fact we found out that semen is mostly protein, and that's very good for you. Maybe God meant for people to put the penis in the normal place for babies, and then gave us the desire at other times so we could get all that good protein in us!
Anyhow, it's a groove!! You wouldn't believe it till you've tried it! Do, do!
(David says he'll be glad to help you get your training.)
NOW BURN THIS LETTER!
Love and love, Linda.
Two days later Melody got Thom Singer to give her her training. He hardly fucked her face at all. Melody was a natural. She licked, she bobbed and jogged her head, she wiggled her tongue like a snake, and she sucked.
She sucked Thom Singer off in less than two minutes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Their parents were out and would be out late, playing bridge with the Stevensons. They hadn't been long out of the house when Jerry and Melody decided to play a new game. Two hours after the departure of the senior Canfields, Jerry went coolly into the bathroom.
His sister's five-foot length, most of its summer tan gone already, was naked except for its covering of water, to the chin. He smiled, liking the way her blond bush sort of floated above her cunt, right on the surface of the water. It looked as if it was trying to fly, to rise right up out of the water in the tub and pull his sister's pussy with it.
She looked up at him from the large blue pools of her sensuous eyes. The naked blonde in the tub licked her lips with a deliberately sexily slithering, sparkling wet tongue.
"Eek," she said quietly. "There's a boy in my bathroom!"
He grinned. "I do love the way your pretty titties float, Mel."
Her smile was one of pleasure at his words. She tried to look down to see the lovely floating, bobbing mounds of her breasts, but she was slumped down in the tub and could barely see them.
"Don't you think you're clean now, milady?"
"How long has it been?"
"Very close to two hours, Milady."
"Quite sufficient," she said with an imperious air. "You may aid me from my bath now, lord chamberlain."
Bending, he wrapped a hand around one buoyantly floating breast and thumbed the nipple into a hard bulgy erection.
The girl moaned and squirmed. The water lapped gently.
Caressing her, he pulled the plug to let the water out. With a long sigh, she gave one of her own crinkled nipples a mean little pinch. The water gurgled out. More and more of the unadorned Melody became visible, beaded with water forced into little balls by the bath oil she had used.
Her "lord chamberlain" picked up a washcloth and began rubbing her vulva. Aside from the bushy little golden-growth-they called it a mustache above her slit-she was not at all hairy in the crotch, and her lips were pursed and pink and plump, clearly showing amid their sparse adornment of curling yellow and white hairs.
Her brother rubbed the white washcloth over her almost hairless and very sensitive labia. She sucked up a sharp breath. Tremors went through her, and he could see them. She began sighing and twitching, slipping her firm pink butt around in the bottom of the tub. Unslicked by soap, the cloth, even though it was velour-finished terry-cloth, was beginning to abrade her soft, deeply pink and slightly parted lips.
He kept right on rubbing, though not hard.
Those delicate outer cunt folds were a lot deeper in hue before the last of the water had gurgled out of the tub. He pushed a washcloth-covered finger inside her, making her squeak. Then he wrung out the cloth ... and, watching her face, tucked and pushed it into her flushed pussy until only a little edge of white cloth remained outside.
It looked deliciously obscene, that small white tail hanging out of the girl's stuffed cunt.
She had grunted and gasped and her belly had done a lot of quaking and rippling throughout the ordeal of having her vulva rubbed half raw, and then the damp cloth stuffed up her slice to abrade her inner flesh.
"Hurt, milady?"
"Yes," she gasped, 'lord chamberlain. But ... only a little."
"Good."
"Which?"
"That it hurts, my lady princess. After all, our liaison here in the palace began when I happened to observe my lady princess rubbing off her royal pussy ... while pinching her nipple as if she meant to tear it right off!" He gave one nipple a little thumb-and-forefinger squeeze.
"Ah!"
"Careful now, my lady princess ... rise."
He raised her, and she came to a standing posture in the tub. Water ran down her pale body. It was an explicitly sexy sight, the naked and dripping girl with the streams of water running off her breasts and gently rounded belly-and off the white "tai!" dangling from her cunt, a lewd strip of washcloth depending from the little puckers of soft flesh that hemmed what he called her "royal pussy". Leaning on him, she stepped from the tub.
She waited, looking as royal as she could manage, and she dripped on the thick, soft rug. He used a big bath towel to begin drying her.
Then they switched to something she had said she wanted to try. A different sort of towel. It reminded them both of dungarees, since it was a big square of blue denim. There were no studs or rivets, though. Denim was not as absorbent as cotton terry, so they had begun with the other towel.
"And now," her brother said, "a bit of buffing to bring milady's lovely royal skin up to a high gloss!"
The naked blonde stood there with her lip in her teeth and breathed heavily, trying not to wince, while her brother toweled her down with great enthusiasm and care-with blue denim!
Standing behind her, he buffed the girl's tits and their perky pink crests. With moaning sounds she arched her back to jut her breasts and help him, though he knew it hurt, the abrasive denim rubbing her tender nipples. The point was, Melody's nipples weren't all that tender. Or ... at least giving them harsh treatment was part of her sexuality, her turn-on.
Her brother must have spent three minutes rubbing her buttocks, which were so youthfully firm as not to jiggle at all. They were smallish, round, cushiony, both firm and supple-and very, very sexy. Those nice bowls of flesh he did indeed bring to a high pink glow.
She was gasping when he finished and hung up the rough denim towel.
"Lord chamberlain," she said, and she was quivering all over.
"Milady?"
"Kindly fuck me bowlegged."
"Sorry milady," he said, palming both her tits and squeezing. "Can't. The royal fuck-slot is all stopped up!"
She sighed, playing along, as if the washcloth were locked forever inside her. "Prepare to be sucked, then."
"One moment, milady," he promised.
Reaching down to clamp his hand over the full roundness of her pelvic mount, standing so brashly out, he squeezed. She shuddered and made a throaty sound. Her thighs parted. Then he bent two fingers and forced them right up inside her.
His sister groaned, stuffed full of washcloth-and two of his relentless fingers.
"My lady princess, it pains me to inform you that there has been a palace revolution while you bathed, and you are now my prisoner."
"Oh gosh."
"You will do what you are told and respond to this leash," he said, wiggling his fingers a little inside her cunt, "or we shall have to take you down to the dungeons and hang you up by your royal nipples."
"I am at your mercy, lord chamberlain, you wicked dog!"
Hey, good line, he mused-and tugged with his fingers buried in his sister's slash. She moved quickly to follow the lead and reduce the pressure. He stepped to the toilet. Holding her firmly by his side with his fingers up her cunt, he pissed.
Then he flushed, and lowered the seat.
"Now, milady," he said, "I am prepared to be sucked!"
"Dog of a treacherous chamberlain! How dare you-"
"Boris and Igor only await my command, dear princess," he interrupted. "The braziers are hot, the branding irons heating nicely, and the nip-screws honed to fine points."
"Oh gosh. I see I am at your mercy, sir. Would you have me sit?"
"I would indeed. Just park the royal ass on that toilet seat and wrap the royal mouth around this cunt-expander, milady, or suffer the consequences."
She started to sit, and winced, hesitating, when his fingers didn't leave her too-full vaginal cranny. Then she grunted when he removed them. The naked blonde's eyes rolled and the "princess" sighed deeply when he let his fingers run upward, adding a firm if brief pressure to her sensitive clitoris.
Then the captive princess in their sophisticated little scenario plumped her naked behind down onto that chill toilet seat and immediately thrust her blond-framed face at his crotch.
He watched the exciting, lust-provoking beauty of the sight: his sister's glistening tongue tracing sexy little designs all over his peter, licking and lapping at the rounded head, then sliding back along the rumpled shaft until the entire length of semi-flaccid flesh was inside her warming mouth with its pretty baby-pink lips.
She loved to do that, suck cock all soft and warm into her face-and make it hard and hot and huge.
Inside her mouth, it grew.
In its semi-soft state, she was able to get every bit of his prick in her mouth. When she rolled her eyes proudly up to be sure her brother was looking, her lips were against the hair of his groin. He could feel the soft wet tip of her tongue teasing his sexual flesh, running over the flared head and down the thickening column as she sought to imbue it with hard strength.
"I told you to suck it, milady bitch!"
"Um-gumm!" she replied.
Her sucking, ever-moving mouth renewed his sexual resources. Swiftly, for the strength and potency of a youthful penis is a magnificent thing.
More and more hardened, thickening shaft came sliding out of her mouth, pushing itself out as it grew, emerging like some obscene and tubular tongue from his sister's lips. With all of it encased in her face, it had nowhere to go as it erected. The tumescent cock-flesh forced itself out, pressing her head irresistibly back by slow degrees.
He felt the tickling stirrings in his balls, and he shuddered. The 'lord chamberlain" had become a slave ... of a superbly cocksucking mouth!
Then she was sitting there with her lips pursed in a wet, round oval around many thick, tumescent inches of warm, swollen penis. Her mouth was stretched wide. The skin of her pretty face was stretched tight over the cheekbones, sagging slightly inward as her teeth were forced so far apart.
He looked down at her with a small smile.
"You're beautiful with a mouthful of cock," her brother told her.
"Hm-gmm," she sighed, and she started sucking.
A hurricane of lust began to build up in his guts. He stared down at her, seated before him with her naked, supremely vulnerable-looking tits bounding with her deep breaths and the movements of her head up and down his prick. Every time she drew her blond head back, he watched her gliding lips slide wetly, sexily, hungrily over the bloated glans like a ball on the end of his dick.
Then he felt the suction again. Her head came forward. Two-thirds of the length of his stiff poker vanished into her face.
She licked and nibbled at the bursting head of her brother's cock, chewing it a little daintily as though tasting him tentatively, sampling his flesh and its flavor, whetting her palate before gulping it down and eating it until he helplessly sluiced his seething juice down into the depths of her throat and filled her quivering belly with liquid seed.
Then her mouth left his eager penis and he groaned.
Her voice rushed up at him in a throaty whisper. "Fuck me!"
"Think you have me out of control, eh, princess?"
His hand sprang out to tangle in her pale hair. He pulled, twisting his wrist to turn her head sidewise in a pretense of cruelty. She had to strain, but she did not take her eyes off his face.
"I'll fuck you," her brother said roughly.
He stuck her face full of cock. Holding her head steady with his hands twined in her luxuriant blond hair, he fucked her face.
His jerking movements whipped his lean young hips back and forth in a cruel rape of her head that made her gag and gurgle and gasp and swallow hard to keep from retching.
He didn't stop raping his sister's head until tears were streaming down her face. Only then did he pull his cock free and look down at her around the wildly inflamed, tall, throbbing staff.
"How was that, Princess Whore?"
Gasping, licking her lips, she swallowed hard. Then she said, "Wonderful!"
"Ah God, oh God, you beauty," he said, and pulled her up to crush her mouth with his and fill it with switching stroking tongue that she tried to swallow. Her breasts panted softly, firm-tipped against the very base of his ribcage.
"Legs up," he bade her, cupping his hands under the round, jutting halves of her ass.
He pulled upward, his hands cupping her asscheeks. Her legs leaped up from the floor to clamp his waist as her hands went onto his shoulders. When her head started going back, he slid one hand up to hold her against his youthfully lean body.
Then he turned and carried her that way, riding him, into the bedroom.
"Let go," he said.
When "the princess" released him with her 'muscularly clamping calves, her "captor" tossed her several feet through the air to bounce wildly on the bed. She laughed aloud. Her tits leaped and danced, making slapping noises as they rapped each other's inner surfaces.
Her eyes remained on her brother. The illusion of rape wasn't a put off by any means, not to either of them. They had experimented. They loved it.
Getting naked fast, he practically ran to the bed. She snapped her legs wide in enticing welcome and her eyes were bright with excited anticipation.
One swift lunge shoved his cock between the soft pink labia, pushing them aside and wiggling it in between them until he felt the moist warmth of his sister's inner circle all around his tool. It was as if her cunt was grabbing him lovingly. The sensation was beautiful, intensely sexually thrilling.
He felt her soft hole getting warmer and warmer.
That inner response of her body, coupled with the cooing, groaning sound her mouth poured out as he entered her, filled the boy with joy and a soaring feeling of power.
He lost no time working a hand under her, working a finger between the ripened globes of her ass and into the teasingly narrow crevice of her anus. Now he could feel his own finger with the big pink knob of his cock, finger and prick separated only by delicately thin inner membranes like silky tissue paper. She groaned aloud and surged with her hips, pressing down on the bed with both hands and forearms.
Tightening his own asscheeks, he shoved, trying to force both finger and the crown of his prick in until he slipped into her cervix and bowels both at once.
The blonde groaned, twitching and writhing beneath the driving force of him but rendered almost immobile by his enwrapping arms and his dual piercing of her body.
He felt her inner muscles, which clutched his cock with wet, silk-sheathed muscles as he fucked her with increasing force and rapidity. His finger slid all the way up her asshole, as far as it could go. Blood was throbbing hotly in the vascular ridges of his cock. He groaned, slithering it deeply into her intimate depths in a passionate sibling fuck.
He had jacked off while she lay in the tub, so that he could fuck and fuck her until they were both wet with sweat. He did, and she was so lustfully open that he had two fingers up her straining ass and was wiggling them, caressing his stroking stalk of sex-flesh as it flailed in and out of her pussy.
The hard rod of meat he rammed into the soft sweaty package of doubled femininity jerked and leaped inside her, expanding. She closed her eyes and doubled her fists, hunching with her supple pink body.
He forced her legs up, crammed them down into her tits, and managed to gain an even deeper beachhead. His sister's face contorted and she squealed aloud.
She cried out again when he slicked his fingers out of her writhing ass, then released her so that her legs swept out on either side of his sprawled form. She held them well apart, offering him the openness of her tight young cunt with her thighs splayed wide.
Her flesh quaked in a debauched abandon that matched his. Perspiration poured from her. Moaning and flailing her legs, she hunched upward to enclose his aching tool in a prison of wet warm flesh.
Sighs pulsed from her throat. Her brows came slightly down when she concentrated so that her vaginal membranes flexed and tightened, loosened and squeezed all about him, excited layers of wet, ready flesh. She begged for his climax and his come with rapture-laden eyes and eager-twitching hips. Her body thrashed, pushing and bucking at her hard-fucking brother.
He was becoming exhausted, intensely hot and sweaty. He had been pounding her body with his own for more than ten minutes, and he knew they'd both be a bit sore in the crotch tomorrow. But then suddenly he groaned, shivering. A throaty cry ripped from his throat. He jerked forward a last time, hard.
He went off like a bomb inside his sister's teen-aged pussy and drenched her cunt with flowing male seed in a crashing orgasm that made him dizzy. The thick shaft of jerking flesh filled her quivering belly to the bursting point with come, shooting exquisite sensations through her as it jismed into her.
The hot throbbing flow of semen acted as a catalyst to her own inner contractions, and his captive royal beauty began shuddering in a series of long sighs as she came and came.
His softened cock-flesh, drained of its surging passion, slipped slowly from her as the ebbing spasms of her body ejected it, however unwillingly.
He released her arms, kissed her and embraced her while she squeezed him as though it were their last night on Earth. Then, with him half-curled up behind her with one hand on her hip and the other on one firm tit, she spoke fuzzily to the wall.
"Oh nobody can get me off like you, brother!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda Watts was married at eighteen and divorced at nineteen: the American Way. She kept her job at A&B Realty Company, and she kept the apartment. Convinced he had a lot of growing up to do, her husband of less than a year joined the Navy and presumably lived unhappily ever after.
A couple of months after the divorce, David Watts moved out of his parents' home-and into his sister's apartment. Their parents weren't too happy with either of them; divorce was evil, and boys in school should stay at home.
The Wattses had no idea their son and daughter were sharing the same bed.
Now and again they had company: Jerry Canfield checked out of the dorm overnight and visited. He shared that bed, too, but usually the occasion was so arranged that David was elsewhere.
The thirty-five-year-old double divorcee who worked out of the same office as Linda met David through his sister. Her straight attire and hairdo doubtless aided her in the selling of houses, but they weren't to David's young taste. He was happy enough, though, to visit Madelein now and then.
Madelein Cunningham was crazy about it and for it, and she fucked like a mink. That she could attract and keep interested a young man of less than twenty was certainly a big boost to her ego and part of her turn-on for him, and with him. David soon learned that she'd do about anything he said. The boy of nineteen, as a matter-of-fact, took Madelein Cunningham's 35-year-old anal maidenhead-and once she was over moaning and groaning about his entry, she discovered that she was crazy about it.
She grunted and lurched, rocked and jerked back and forth, wagged her broad hips mindlessly in helpless love of that hard, throbbing young joint that worked its way up her virginal excretory canal while he knelt upright behind her and battered her asscheeks with his lunging thighs.
Madelein, who was only a little soft and fleshy in the belly and thighs, admitted to him later, dreamily as though partially in a hypnotic state, that she loved the feeling of being used. Her psychological makeup made her love being taken from behind, by a cock whose owner she could not see ... and up the long-forbidden channel at that.
"It's crazy," David told Linda the following evening, back in their apartment. "She's thirty-five years old, for Pete's sake, and she's been married twice! A self-sufficient saleswoman, making good money selling houses. Dresses in those damned suits with tailored blouses and silly colored scarves or frills, and gets her hair done once a week, by the clock and calendar. And I swear, Sister-if either one of those husbands had told her, one time, to get the hell down on her hands and knees like a dog and get her naked ass up to be fucked, she'd be married to him still!"
"Does she like it ... rough?" Linda asked.
"I don't think so. Nah. Good hard-thumping sex, yes. But-no, what she wants is to be reminded that she's a woman, not an efficient and super-confident, successful person in beauty-shop hair and tailored suits. She digs being possessed, that's the word."
"You've got it made, Brother."
"Bullshit. How's Jerry?"
His sister rolled her greenish eyes. "Both well and good. Oh-Melody will be up for a visit this summer."
"Cool," David said, and they exchanged a look, and they laughed.
Melody did come up to Chicago that summer, and though both sets of parents made a few noises about the "proprieties," she visited David and Linda for a few days and nights-supposedly sleeping on the couch. She didn't, of course. She sucked and fucked both her brother and David, and one night when Linda was out extremely late, both boys shared her in a new thing for them: a three-way. When Linda came in at 3:40 AM to find the three of them nakedly asleep in the terribly rumpled bed, she shook her head. And she slept on the couch.
Madelein Cunningham went to a realty agents' convention, and wanted to pay David's way to accompany her or at least join her. He didn't.
Since she'd given him a key to her place, he was waiting when she returned on Sunday evening. Within fifteen minutes he was fucking her fabulous fanny until she groaned that she was able to feel the driving hardness of him crowding her kidneys.
She moved, writhing, agitating her pretty ass to suck the youth's swollen meat farther and farther into her dilated anus and deep into her rectum.
The kneeling woman's eyes dilated too, flaring very wide, as he drove steadily in and jerked back to plunge in again, hard and deep. Still wearing her stockings and garterbelt, she wagged her perfect, jet-black coiffure and wondered. Why the hell had she just spent three days at a convention where there were mostly men, and got herself hailed twice, and yet had to come home to be balled by a boy young enough to be her son in order really to get worked up.
Fucking my ass, the lurching, grunting woman thought. Fucking her ass. Fucking her asshole. Shoving cock up her shit-chute. Slapping her shuddering hind cheeks with his strong, virile young body. Ramming his fat cock up her ass.
Her freshly-plowed asshole burst into flame as she wiggled in an undiluted passion she could not help. Leaning on one hand, she began playing with her oozing cunt, dipping her fingers in its oil and rubbing her well-sheathed clitoral bud.
Behind her, her young lover felt his orgasm building, building in gut-wrenching waves as he dipped and delved into that sexy hot furrow. It clamped suddenly, to give him a feeling of imprisonment in its excruciatingly tight reaches. He knew what was happening. She had been rubbing her clit, and she was coming. He kept right on fucking her ass, even when she moaned, shuddered violently, and went down onto her belly on the floor.
He didn't even slack up until he'd given her a rectum full of sperm and was listening again to how much she loved getting fucked this way, "up the back", and how she wished. ... She trailed off.
"You wish I were older," he finished for her. "But I'm not. And I don't love you, Madelein. And you don't love me either. We just fuck." He grinned and rubbed her still-quaking ass. "Boy, how we fuck!"
"But ... that sounds so ... so nasty!"
"That," he told her, "is called the generation gap"
"I meant cold," she said, "not nasty because it's sex. I wasn't making a moral judgment, David."
"It's not cold, Mad. That's why you've been divorced twice, and my sister once. There's plenty of warmth in two people just getting together and balling. Thinking it has to be more, and getting it mixed up with love-that's why so many people are miserable together, or divorced."
"Maybe you ought to go into the marriage-counseling business," the naked woman said, on the floor beside him.
"Nah. I think I'll go into the stud business!"
She laughed; they laughed together. In the bright scarlet, silky wrapper with the Chinese markings on it, the one he liked so well-she was too thick in the middle and too soft for him to be crazy about her going around naked in his company-Madelein fixed them a drink, then a snack.
She was fucked again for her trouble, and then didn't see him for two weeks.
After selling the Markham place for an obscenely large commission, she took David out for an obscenely expensive dinner. They both drank far too much, flopped in bed to start messing around, and went to sleep in less than a minute. She got it in the ass next morning and had the runs all day.
The Canfields were persuaded. That fall, Melody moved into the apartment with David Watts, Linda Erdman nee Watts, and Jerry Canfield.
Jerry worked two nights a week and all day Sunday, while carrying a full course load at the university. Melody got an assistantship, and worked on campus, in the library. The Wattses contributed a hundred dollars a month to what they did not know was a manage a quatre, which to them would have translated as "Den of Iniquity." And Linda worked full time. The four
"roommates" even bought a roll-away bed. They even used it, though who was going to spend the night in it when was never a certainty.
Brothers and sisters sexed with each other and criss-crossed, though never with each other; that is, male with male or female with female. That was still to come. So were several wild sexual scenes among the fornicating foursome.
CHAPTER SIX
Though he was hardly a poverty case, Melody Canfield's father made an income just small enough to be under the maximum the university allowed for assistantships. A student assistant had to be bright, make good scores on the College Entrance Exam, and keep his or her grades up. The student could be a secretary, or laboratory assistant, or work in the library or campus infirmary, or perform whatever other duties a department head or professor thought of.
Melody's assistantship called for her to put in fifteen hours weekly-at coolie wages-in the campus library. She checked out books. She opened cases and packages of new books. She checked the file for overdue books checked out by students-and learned swiftly not to bug the professors about the works they had checked out and kept overlong.
The job also brought her into contact with a lot of people, not only students who came into the library, but her bosses-everyone not a student was her boss, she learned quickly. Even two students were, as they were Graduate Assistants. There were also her fellow employees. Mike, who seemed scared to death of her and everyone else, poor guy. Ethel and Wendy, who talked about nothing but boys and did as little as they could possibly get away with. Grant, whom Melody thought was terribly sexy but who was president of the B.S.U.-the Baptist Student Union-and uptight to here, and going steady or engaged. She wondered if he and that super-titted chick of his ever so much as kissed. It was hard to picture. As for Grant's chesty brownette girl-she hardly spoke to anything male. A great pair, Melody thought, not without some exasperation, because she'd like to get Grant naked and loving. He and his super bosomed lady would probably get married, fumblingly and anxiously trade each other virginity on the wedding night, in the dark, and it would be a rotten experience for them both. After that they'd get undressed in the dark, sleep in pajamas and long nightgown, and maybe screw, silently and in the dark, once a month or so.
Then there was Barry Hendrick. Barry was black, and defensive about it. That meant he came on with a strong offense, and it was mighty hard to be friends with someone who had decided in advance that no one not of his race could like him-or be likable.
He was a shit for three months. Melody avoided him as much as she possibly could. He made remarks and cracks. Mean words came out of his mouth a lot more often than anything else. Barry thought he'd had the worst home life on the planet, and that his parents were the poorest. He made it explicitly clear that any good-looking blond chick with decent clothes couldn't possibly deserve an assistantship.
Melody was also aware that he looked at her a lot. Watched her. The hypocrite, she thought. I turn him on. No matter how he acts, what he says, he'd like to make it with the blond honky chick. Well, Mister Professional Black Man Twenty-Four Hours a Day, look and lick your lips and eat your mean heart out!
He really stared, the night she spent fifteen or more minutes helping a lean black find the books he needed and then scare up some articles he could also use in the research project. The guy left, smiling and thanking her. That was all. Melody didn't let her eyes so much as roll sideward, in Barry's direction, though she knew the big young man from some bottom-of-the-heap Chicago neighborhood was still staring, staring.
She was putting books on the shelf, way back in the N-O section of the fiction stacks, when Barry came silently upon her. She didn't hear him coming, at all. Her first knowledge of his presence behind her, back in the dark between towering shelving, was when he spoke.
"You better cool it, shakin' your white tail around that Jackson dude, girl. He going with the toughest fox on campus, and she jealous."
Melody was sure she jumped a foot. She had to hold onto a shelf, feeling the adrenalin surge through her until her stomach roiled and she was light-headed. She tried to breathe deeply.
At last, she spoke without turning.
"Hello, Barry. You scared me, I didn't hear you coming. Ought to blow your horn or something. Who's this, uh, Jackson dude you're warning me about?"
"She-e-it," he said in a very low voice. "You know."
"OK Barry. I know. Cool. You back here to do some work or just pick on me some more?" She slipped a book into its position.
The young man behind her was silent for a long while, and Melody wondered if she'd got through to him, made him feel ashamed, or if she'd just got him even madder. Could I be in ... danger? Her back crawled. But she continued with what she was doing, and she didn't turn around.
"I'd like to pick on you," his deep voice said, very quietly.
Melody swung around. "LIKE to! That's all you've done, all semester. You've got me so uptight I can't keep my head on what I'm supposed to be doing. Is it just because I'm not black, Barry? All you can see in whites is bigots-because you're judging them by yourself?"
He stared at her. Finally, "How'd you like to get your smarty face punched, huh?"
Melody tried to be taller. She was about five feet, even; Barry was a foot taller, and far from skinny. His was one of those builds that looked like it belonged on the football field, rather than in the library. The point was, he was intelligent, and he was a reader. He'd found out about free libraries long, long ago, and he'd spent a lot of time in them ever since. Requesting library work on his assistantship was the most natural thing in the world for Barry Hendrick.
Melody's blue eyes stared straight into the pitch-black pits of his, through his glasses.
"If it'll get you off my back, Barry, go ahead. Punch me out, and then leave me alone!"
They stared at each other for a long while, and then she turned back to her work. She had to step back and look up, with an O'Hara book in her hands. The number meant it went on a shelf seven or so feet off the floor.
His body brushed hers; his large and very black, seemingly hairless hand touched hers briefly as he took the book.
"Here, gimme that. You can't reach that high, an if you do it'll just show me a lot of leg and tighten your dress across that nice ass of yours." Barry replaced the book. Melody, watching in astonishment, noted that he hardly had to tiptoe. His shirt tightened over a fine broad back, and his tight pants went tauter over the small balls of his ass. It looked almost ridiculously tiny, perched under his belt at the bottom of all that broad back that flowed down from even broader shoulders supporting big powerful arms.
"There y'are," he said, having replaced the book in its niche. He looked down at her. With him so.-close, he seemed to be looking almost straight down. Melody had to crimp her neck to look at his face. "Not too tall, are you?"
Melody shook her head. "Nope. Thanks, Barry. You tall people come in handy."
He didn't quite smile, but gazed down at her. "Barry-stop looking at what I said to see if there's an insult in it. Listen, I've got this sort of problem. I'm almost color-blind, see. Sometimes it gives me a hard way to go, back here in the stacks where the light's dim."
"Oh-what colors can't you tell apart?"
Melody stared straight into his eyes, through the steel-rims. She said, "Black and white."
That brought another long silent stare, and then Barry Hendrick's mouth stretched a bit. A couple of shiningly white teeth showed, just a little. It looked like the smile of a guy who didn't smile much-who was afraid to let himself smile.
"By the way, showoff," Melody said, "you know dam well you were stretching to put that book up, and that tightened your pants across that nice ass of yours."
Then she turned quickly and walked away from him, down between the rows of books, around, a third of the way along the other side of the stacks, and down the steps to the second, and then to the first level. She never looked back.
Gosh, she mused, with her heart thumping rapidly, I actually told him off! And I actually did it-I managed to make myself say that last crack ... whew! Brazen, Ms. Canfield!
And then, glancing at the big clock and heading for a jumble of returned books awaiting the return of their cards to their pockets and then restoration to their proper shelf spaces, Melody mentally corrected herself:
Miss Canfield, she told herself. Ms. was for the likes of the young woman who'd been hired this year and placed in charge of Periodicals. She was very close to being the same way Barry was-except that with her, the enemy was man. Ms. Eileen Reuss, she always signed herself, as if a person with a name like "Eileen" needed any such identification. Melody had never heard of a Mr. Eileen anybody, nor did she expect to.
She got busy, and wasn't aware of Barry again until she was leaving. By accident or design, he reached the door at the same time as she did. He leaned past her and pushed open the big steel-handled glass door.
"Apres vous, Mad'moiselle."
"Thank you, sir, and sorry-I don't have any French. That was French, wasn't it?"
"Yeah." He came out behind her, into the night. It was eleven PM. Campus was hardly deserted, but it hardly resembled the normal daytime anthill. "I said, 'After you, Miss.' "
"It's ... Mer-see, isn't it?"
He made a deep-throated sound that was almost a chuckle. Almost, like the almost-smile she'd seen earlier. "Mair-see," he corrected. "Mair-see."
She tried it a few times, as they descended the steps and walked along the sidewalk.
"Is that it?"
"Almost," he told her. "Pretend it's spelled like a female horse, m-a-r-e, with an ocean after it, s-e-a."
She pictured it that way, and said it a couple of times until he assured her even a half-deaf Frenchman would know she'd said thanks: Merci.
"Have I really been uptightening you?"
Melody said, "Yep."
They walked in silence, and she said, "Going to tell me you're sorry, or aren't you?"
"I want to ... but ... it's real hard, very hard to say it."
Melody smiled and nodded. She had a purse, and two books and ring binder, which she carried the usual way, against her breasts. "OK, man, I probably understand. Let me know when the time comes. Good night, Barry."
"Uh ... ahmm ... I have to walk that way, too."
"Well come on, slowpoke, it's gonna rain tonight, sure as shooting."
He walked beside her, towering, throwing a shadow that stretched far past hers on the sidewalk ahead of them. If he walked behind me with the light behind us this way, Melody mused, I wouldn't even have a shadow-I'd be invisible!
"A lotta brothers-on this campus dig bein' seen walkin around with a blond white chick," he said suddenly. "They turn me off."
"It's pretty late," Melody said coolly. "Maybe nobody'll notice. I mean, it's after eleven, Barry. That's a heck of a time for me to dye my hair!"
Barry Hendrick laughed aloud.
Nearly four hours later, a nervous Jerry Canfield met his sister as she came into the apartment.
"God, we've been worried! Where the hell've you been?"
"Oh Jerry-I'm sorry! I didn't even-I just-oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea anybody would wait up, and I lost track of time. I'm sorry."
'Where's you been?" he repeated.
She shook her head. "It's hard to believe. Sitting in a place called Samson's, drinking Cokes with a guy who was drinking beer, getting to know each other."
"Until four AM?"
"Yep. Nothing else. Jerry, I am sorry. Go to sleep. It's bad enough I'll be a droop tomorrow-you don't have to be, too."
Next day she had to tell David and Linda, too. None of them knew who Barry Hendrick was. Melody got a kick out of telling them he was tall, big, well-built, with pretty short hair, a native Chicagoan-and not bothering to apprise them of the most obvious aspect of his appearance.
Barry drew up in front of an ancient frame house set back in a small, almost grassless yard. He got out of the car and reached back in for Melody; the door on her side was busted, and wired shut. When she was out, his arm slid around her and she put hers around his waist-his hips, actually, because of his height, with her forearm on his tight buttocks-as they walked to the house. There was one step to a wooden porch, and he warned her about the busted plank and the hole.
When they were inside, he switched on an overhead light, went into another room and turned on a lamp, and returned to cut off the overhead. Melody took no note of the room they were in. Her purse dropped to the floor. She stretched to slide her hands behind his neck and felt his big strong arms curling around her softness. He enveloped her. Being against him was like pressing against a tree, she thought. She closed her eyes and noted how big and encompassing his lips felt when they pressed down on hers and his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. Melody opened wide.
The big negro pressed the small white blonde tightly to him. She was aware of the flattening of her breasts against his chest-his stomach!-as she absorbed the hot wetness of his deep-tonguing kiss. A hand that seemed to span most of her buttocks forced her belly firmly against him. She could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants, and she knew a weakness of desire for its throbbing black length.
Was it true what they said about black men?
She tried to put that out of her mind. A girl and a boy, she told herself. That's all. Be color blind.
His arms loosed from around her and he stepped back a half pace. Touching her fingers to her burning cheeks, she brushed a wisp of almost white hair back from her forehead. It was already damp, she noted.
"You know I want you?"
He gave his head a shake, grinned, and then nodded. "Me too. Now. I want you, woman."
He started to reach for her, but she backed a pace and raised both hands to the front of her blouse. With nervous fingers she worked the buttons from their holes, until the blouse was open to the waistband of her skirt. She tugged her shirt-tails up out of it, drew the striped garment open and back, and shrugged her shoulders. The little blouse slipped to the floor, which was covered with linoleum.
"Oh, lady," he said quietly, gazing at her beige bra, so thin and unadorned her nipples were dark spots behind each slightly-shaped cup.
Unfastening her skirt, she pushed it from her hips and stepped out of it. She gave her hair a shake, bent, and slipped off her shoes. Her breasts crowded each other in the center division of the bra, as if trying to squeeze free.
The floor was chill against her stockinged feet. The house was chilly, as a matter-of-fact. To hell with that, she told herself, and put it out of her mind.
Reaching back with both hands, she opened the catches of the stocking-sheer bra, then slid it from her shoulders and let the cups ease from her breasts. She knew very well that the nipples were tightening, because they felt chilly, tingly. Nearly all the pink aureoles were feeding into the peaks, making them fat and stubby and hard.
Her breasts swayed while she hooked her fingers into the waist of her pantyhose and worked them down over her hips. Sliding the garment down over well-curved legs, she stood on first one foot and then the other, tits swaying, while she stripped it off.
She stood straight then, her feet cold. Completely naked, she gazed at a huge, towering black man who was fully clothed.
Running her hands a little nervously over her bare belly, she cupped her breasts from beneath, gave them a squeeze. She was conscious of his hot gaze and the obvious stiffness of her nipples. In--stead of looking into his face, she gazed at the bulge in the front of his tan pants. And realized that she was breathing heavily with desire.
"I want that," she said in a small voice.
"I want you, too. Come and take it."
His eyes were roving lustfully over her pink nudity and he wore a little smile, barely showing part of his front teeth.
She did what she wanted to do. Slowly she sank to her knees on the floor, on the cold linoleum. Large blue eyes gazed up at him. He stepped forward until his pants-legs touched her thigh and the bulge in his tight tan denims was directly before her face.
Reaching up, she rested one hand on hip. With the other she drew down his zipper. Like David Watts, he didn't wear shorts. His gleaming penis looked ... strange, all black and light-reflecting. Her heartbeat stepped up as she reached inside his fly, her fingers running over the hot bar of flesh standing within. She closed her fingers around that full erection and felt its heat. Then she worked it free of his pants, until it swung before him, stood before her like a great pillar of obsidian.
She realized that she was hardly in control of herself. She closed both hands around the hard, hot staff. Her hands looked very white, and very small. His cock was so big she couldn't make her fingers meet around it. She enjoyed the sensation of its rampant animal masculinity against her palms, which had gone sweaty. Naked and fat-nippled, her full breasts heaved with her passion for that jet black club. She licked a tongue across her soft lips.
She hoped that he was looking....
Leaning forward, she touched the tip of her tongue, tentatively, to the wrinkled foreskin. She could smell it: not urine, but a wild, elemental odor. It was exciting, animalistic. A tingle of excitement went through her at the intimate contact, and she heard his in-gasping of breath.
"Enough of that," he said, in a strained voice.
She ceased moving her head forward, returned her tongue to her mouth, and let her arms drop limply to her sides.
Reaching down, bending low, he slid his hands into her armpits, which were moist. He lifted her to her feet. She leaned languidly against him, enjoying the slightly abrasive feel of one nipple against his clothing.
Her arms went up around his neck when he encircled her naked body with his strong arms and patted her buttocks. She squirmed, rubbing her naked crotch against rough fabric.
Again the large set of everted lips pressed against hers in a hot kiss that went on and on. Their tongues met with unreserved passion. He was bending; she was on tiptoe. Rubbing her sweating cheek against his, she whispered in his ear.
"Get naked. Get inside me."
He let go, turned her, and slapped her on one buttock. She felt it jump, and she grinned. That was nice! Obediently, instantly slipping into her favorite role of captive princess, she hopped and moved over to the black yawn of a doorway. But no; his hand closed on her arm, encircling it completely, and he directed her to the couch. Good. He wanted it to be there. She was glad he was directing her. She'd been nervous that he wouldn't be able to, a huge black man, woefully uptight about being a black man, and a small blond ... honky.
"What do I call you?" he'd asked earlier, as they left the library.
She had laughed. "Honky," she told him, and they went to Samson's. He called her Melody.
She was aware of being as graceful as possible when she sank down onto the couch-it was rough-and turned her head to look adoringly at him. He was stripping. She stared with fascination and anticipation as each garment came off. No undershirt, no shorts. He was extremely black, all over. Glistening. He left his pants for last, with his cock sticking lewdly out of the opened fly. Then he dropped them to the floor and toed off one leg and then the other, while she watched the way his hard-on danced and jumped around.
He had a lot of muscle and well-shaped legs. Powerful sinews strained against his shining black skin and rippled with his slightest movement. He walked toward her, his cock and testicles jiggling with his steps.
"Chilly in here, huh."
She nodded, staring at his genitals.
"I'll warm you up," he told her.
She nodded. She licked her lips. That big licorice stick would taste good, she was certain. Another time, maybe. He sat down on the couch beside her, naked black hip against naked pink thigh. She swayed toward him, smoky of eye. He pulled her against him. Her breasts slapped into him, and he was hard.
Once more his lips captured hers and she closed her eyes and sucked a little, enjoying the entrance of his tongue. She felt his big hand sliding over her throat and down over the soft flesh of the upper swells of her breasts. She was breathing heavily into his mouth, while his fingers touched her nipple. She jerked as though she'd contacted a hot wire. He began squeezing her nipple, coaxing it to resume its previous tumescence, to become a hard point.
She squirmed erotically under his attentions as he spread his fingers around her breast and fondled the firm, satiny globe. She sighed, feeling happily, gloriously imprisoned in his embrace. Her back arched to press her breast into his hand. It was the first hand that had ever made her feel small-titted.
Her right arm hung limply at her side, while her left hand rubbed along the hard muscles of his thigh. As he tested the resilience of her breasts, she moved her hand over his leg until her fingers came into heated contact with his stiff pubic hairs. She traced that odd stiffness with her fingers and nibbled at his lower lip. Her fingers curled into the mat of hair, wiggled in its thicket. Then she touched his cock. It remained thick but no longer fully erect. She felt wrinkles in the foreskin.
Closing her hand around his penis, she rubbed its tip with her thumb and felt the gasp of his mouth against hers. His organ began to stiffen.
It thrilled her to feel the stark masculinity of cock stiffening, enlarging under her guidance.
Big black hand squeezed her breast, hard. She continued her manual ministrations to his penis. In a short time it had reached full erection again, and was too big for her small hand. Breathing hard, she was embarrassed to hear herself snort. She shuddered with the wanting of that black pillar inside her soft pink body.
Her lover's hand moved over her ribs, then down, until he was petting the naked skin of her belly. Feminine muscles quivered under his commanding touch. Feeling big enough to cover her up, his hand slipped toward the soft, sparse down of her crotch and caressed the curls. The tips of his fingers traced out their softness.
With a sure, steady pressure, his fingers pushed between the folds of soft pink flesh and entered her. She trembled against him, jerked, tried to shove her cunt down on his fingers. In growing excitement, she spread her thighs while his fingers explored within her slit. Uncontrollable sounds of pleasure flowed up from her throat when he touched her clitoris. Her hand grasped his hard cock more tightly.
When his tongue left her mouth, she was trembling and perspiring.
She drew in great gulps of air and her head dropped back on his shoulder. He kissed her throat. Steadily his fingers rubbed her clitoris to send waves of sensuality bursting through her loins.
Moving his lips down over her slim neck, he placed a hot kiss at the base of her throat. Leaving her button, his finger moved down to her body's ultimate entrance. She felt like a virgin again, too weak to do other than lie limply in his embrace-and fondle his great cock.
His finger probed once more into her damp cunt. Her hand grasped his cock tightly in a spasmodic reaction. Helplessly, she emitted a cry of joy when his fingers pushed inside the small, deep-set hole and into her vagina.
His finger moved with a constant erotic intimidation inside her; his lips drifted down over the upper mound of her breast. She willed herself to thrust it at his face. His arm tightened around her shoulder and his lips closed over her nipple. She shivered. He sucked the tender twig into his mouth. Her body writhed with a delicious reaction.
She could feel her nipple being pulled into the hot wetness of his mouth, where he titillated it with his swift-moving tongue until, quickly, it was a hard pink erection. Inside the warm softness of her thoroughly wet vagina, his finger moved with more boldness, possessiveness. She was breathing rapidly. She was moaning. She knew she was about to come and was astonished at how easy she was.
Gasping cries hurtled up from her throat then, as his sucking mouth and probing, rubbing fingers triggered .a glorious orgasm that swelled her belly until it seemed to pop.
As the orgasm gradually subsided, leaving her wet and weak, she rested in his big arms while he petted and stroked her naked pinkness, as if he were gentling an animal.
His voice was very quiet. "Hey honky, you come like a tornado."
She squeezed his leg. "I-I know. I'm not usually so-so fast."
He made a chuckling sound. "Hey, honky."
"What you want, muthah?"
"You wanna get balled?"
"God yes! Fuck me unconscious!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dazed with pleasure, hardly aware of where she was, Melody felt a huge and humid hand slip under her knees, where she was even more humid. He rose to his feet, without apparent effort. Cradling her in his arms, he walked to that yawning door into blackness. He passed through, holding her in his arms as though she was a sack of feathers.
Light filtered in from the open doorway, and enough joined it from the window for her to see the bed. The covers were already pulled back-or rather had been left back-and the sheet looked pale and cool and inviting.
The big black lowered her to her feet and she pressed against him, thrilling to the feel and the thought of naked black body, all big and hard and muscular, against her delicate pink flesh.
Curling her hands behind his neck, she lifted her lips for a kiss. She was panting for breath. As his lips pressed against hers, totally enveloping them, she opened her mouth to welcome the tongue he used so well inside her face. Against her back, the pressure of his arms increased so that her breasts, big and round and boldly solid, were pushed firmly against his chest. Boldness and near-hard firmness left them; they were crushed and flattened. The girl loved the sensation.
His hot male breath blew into her mouth with his heavy breathing and she squirmed her belly against his to savor the feel of his cock's hardness and burning heat against her cunt. Parting her legs slightly, striving to rise higher on tiptoe, she let that long thick column slide between her thighs. She felt as if she could sit astride it, his belly against hers and the broad head of his steely penis under the crack of her ass.
His hand slid down her naked back, and goose-flesh erupted up it. Fingers spread over her buttocks, making them seem to shrink to smallness. He held her in place that way while he rubbed his rigid prick between her legs. It slid back and forth, back and forth, throbbing against the very bottom curves of her labia.
She was trembling with desire and extreme awareness of his hard virility in such close contact with her wet slit. She knew she was coating his cock with mucus from her drooling vagina.
She raised herself on her toes and, straining, spread her knees farther apart to give the throbbing poker better access to her fiery core. Their tongues tangled hotly and she panted with pleasure, secure and encompassed in the grip of his muscular arms.
She could hardly talk. "You said ... you said something about me getting balled, getting that beautiful monster in me ..
He urged her toward the bed, loosening his arms. She climbed eagerly onto the cool sheets, deliberately showing him her white tail and wiggling it a bit. No slap came. She stretched out to await her lover. The bed creaked under his weight. His black skin stood out boldly against her pale skin and the white sheet as he settled beside her. His hand came down to cover her belly, completely.
The warmth of his body was comforting and she wriggled into his embrace, plastering herself against him, rubbing, writhing all over. Again they kissed. His hand ran gently over the satiny expanse of her bare back. Her held her closer. The kiss was filled with desire, and at the same time with the tenderness of love and deliberate prolonging of the time before he was deep inside her.
When he pushed his hand against the small of her back, she lifted her leg over his hip to give his massive prick room to rub over her crotch. Excitement tingled through her craving cunt at the feel of the long, broad male tool rubbing rhythmically between her thighs.
She knew what a cocktease was. But this was different; he was cockteasing her!
She began to move her hips in rhythm with his motions. Perspiration gleamed on her beautiful blond body. She struggled to get even closer to him, though their naked figures were already welded firmly together.
Strangely possessed of seemingly infinite patience, the big negro at last pushed her over on her back. Hissing, hardly knowing what she was saying, she whispered words of affection into his ear and told him how much she wanted his dick inside her belly.
Then he was moving between her sprawled thighs, gliding atop her. She spread her legs even more widely apart. As his heavy body settled down on her, the intensely excited girl gasped for breath and enwrapped his powerful torso with her arms.
When he lowered his hips between her thighs, she was almost delirious with joy at the feeling of his body's pressing hers down into the mattress. She couldn't wait. She would go mad, she told herself. Forcing her hand between their sweating bellies, she fumbled with his huge erection. Slender fingers closed around its great girth.
He lifted his hips a little and she placed the warm, broad head of his organ against her slit, which was open and more than ready.
Her first black lover began shoving his penis into her, slowly. Abdominal muscles contracted spasmodically within her as she felt the-thickly tumescent prick spreading the lips of her sex.
A little twinge of discomfort stabbed through her crotch. She was astonished at the size of the male organ that bored steadily into her. It skewered her cunt. Soft wet tissues opened as if reluctantly to receive it. She held her arms tightly around him, giving up little grunting sounds as she felt him advancing into her most intimate recesses.
Then that big fleshy cylinder was inside her wildly stretched cleft. She kissed him passionately, feeling it push still deeper into her flowering belly.
Both their bodies were covered with sweat, not with effort but with passion and anticipation. She knew the feeling of his testicles, large and hairy, resting against the lower curves of her buttocks.
"Ahhhhhhh," she groaned aloud, using his body for leverage, pulling herself up, straining against him. "So ... good ... inside me!"
Then his cock had begun to slide free of her burning and overheated passage and she pressed the insides of her thighs against his hips, pink against black, while a thrilling sensation filled her vaginal deeps.
He began moving. The bed bounced and squeaked under the hard jerking of his hips. Plowing deeply into the taut, gloving slit, he drove the crown of his prick far into her inner vagina.
The squirming girl's sex-captivated canal juiced, and kept juicing, to bathe the thick heavy thumper that was his wonderful cock with the fluids of her desire and consummate excitement.
Every inch of her interior was awash, and he plunged his joint happily into the hot wetness of that deeply hollow slot.
His movements slid his tumid penis in and out of her as she swung her head back and forth and rubbed her hands over his sweat slippery back.
She licked the salty perspiration from his black face and whispered obscene suggestions into his ear while his virile instrument plunged deep into her and her wet pussy expanded to accommodate it. She crooned in his ear, twisting and writhing beneath him.
The wanton blond goddess was without ability to control her over weaning desire to be split and rammed and filled with fuck. White tits strained against black chest. White calves locked just above small taut black buttocks. White pussy strained wide around its plug of black cock.
The contrast was interior, as well as on the surface. No man had ever excited her so, prolonged entering her so long and so easily, aside from her brother, who knew her so well. Her every instinct was to cry out, to squirm and hunch, to go wild and weep and beg. Her body moved in abandoned jerks as his skewering, thick length slipped easily in and out of her lust-moistened depths.
His powerful arms tightened around her shoulders, containing her, surmounting and surrounding her.
He pounded his cock harder into her body.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him breathlessly, with sobs catching in her voice, to fuck her even harder, as she felt her whole organism approaching a climax.
It struck, hard. A hot, boiling orgasm electrified her entire sensitively squirming body.
She twisted and writhed as if in agony. Cry after cry arose from her open mouth. The slick membranous lining of her oozing pussy was flowing copiously. The blinding splendor of her orgasm hurled her aloft, and left the amazed blonde limp and inert.
His pelvis hit hers with a series of almost vicious blows, for he continued fucking her, hard, right through her orgasm and out the other side.
Hot spearing male tool came hungrily pistoning into her, each stroke splitting open her spongy, soaked mount and hard-smacking her pelvis and diving in between the lips of that scarlet tempting crevice in her body, so pale under the deep midnight color of his.
"Oh, oh, OH-wow! How-how'd you know I like it hard and hurtful, lover?"
"I read minds," White teeth flashed against the looming black mass of his face.
She grinned. "Far out-UH! Uhhhhnnnnnghhhh-AHHH! What-wha-what'm I thinking ri-ight ... now?"
"You're thinking your snow-white pussy's going to be brickyard red for a week!"
And he stroked hard, jamming his iron-hard flesh as hard and as deep inside her squirmy gulf as he could. Cunt juices flew and splashed. The sheet grew wet beneath the joining of their loins, and dark with her flowing fluids.
She sighed. "You do read minds! Uh-a-ow-w-www! Oh baby-fuck me up the fuckin' wall!"
And that hot little pink body went into a series of squirmy gyrations that made his ensheathed cock feel better than it had for months. He kept right on ramming and slamming her. His hands dove beneath her, clamped up under her grinding asscheeks, grasped then in a hard, fingers-deep clutch and held her steady, pulling her up a little, as he slammed mighty cock into her pussy.
With a loud groan that ran down to a throaty rumble, he suddenly rammed his cock deeply into her belly. It jerked savagely there, hurling a hot stream of come into her receptive female organs.
She cried out in ecstasy and surprise as her system exploded in still another orgasm.
In almost hysterical pleasure, she wrapped her arms and legs more tightly around the big virile man on her, while she thrilled to his coming inside her, making her come a third time as he filled her body with his hot sperm.
They lay there in the near-darkness of his bedroom for a long while, each murmuring to the other how good it had been. She made a little moaning sound of regret when his penis crept wetly, limply out of her inundated cunt. The spent organ lay limp now, drained and vulnerable between his big sweaty thighs.
She sprawled quivering, with her body leaking his pearly come and little sighs of happiness trick ling from her parted lips. He felt her return to deep breathing as her breasts rose and fell against him.
"Oh damn, Barry," she murmured, with a certain amount of happiness in her voice along with the caressing quality, "I-I think I must love you."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Madelein Cunningham didn't look thirty-five, David thought-since he had always thought of thirty-five as old-but she didn't look his age, either. They were both now aware that each of them was infatuated with the other. Though sex wasn't all they had, they certainly did have that, and it was superb.
Her hair, when he saw it loose one evening he wasn't "supposed" to have gone out to her home, was a bit longer than her face, falling to about the base of her neck. It was jet black, and he was sure she must dye it or have it touched up somehow. People with hair so black usually showed gray ones by the time they were twenty.
He thought it looked good down, and he told her so. He persuaded her to leave it alone, pointing out the gentle wave on either side. Next he got her to part it in the center and let it fall. Madeleine's was a broad and rather high forehead, and he was astonished.
"My god," he told her in absolute honesty, "you look great!"
She was nervous about it. "I-I've never ... don't I look too much as if I'm trying to look like what I'm not-a girl?"
He chewed his lip. "Mad, you're too sensitive about that. OK, so I'm not quite twenty. So what. Most people your age are fat, and you're not. You're lucky, and you take care of yourself too, because you look younger. I think the careful beauty-shop hairdos you get make you look older. Really. People just don't do that any more-except people in little towns, and older women."
She looked flustered, nervous, unsure. "But-"
"You're older than I am, Madelein, but you are not an 'older woman' the way I mean it ... the way people mean it when they say that."
She touched her hair, looked nervously at the mirror, tucked her lower lip between her teeth. "You really like this? You really think so?"
"Really. And I'm not trying to make you look like a girl, either. I like you as Madelein."
"But-"
"But this is a better shake than Madeleine's been getting, I swear. Do me a favor?"
She looked at him, still half-frowning.
"Try it. Leave it this way tomorrow when you go to work. See who says what. Take note of their sex and their age. OK?"
"David ... it's so ... different."
He nodded. "It is. You look like a woman. Not like a woman trying to look less like a woman be cause she's quotes working in a man's world, end quotes."
"You think...." She trailed off.
"I think that's why you started wearing your hair done, and wearing suits too, originally. I imagine you've forgotten the reason, since then."
"David ... all right! I'll try it! I will!"
"Great! And if the comments are negative ... considering the source, Mad ... OK. Go back to ... whatever makes you comfortable."
"That's part of it. I don't know if I'll be comfortable. Is it really me?"
"Madelein. What's really you is a little girl who likes to be arranged, and used, screwed from behind-in the behind. Now there's no way you can look that role."
She sighed. "You're sure a lot older than your years, David Watts!"
"And you're a lot younger than yours, Madelein Cunningham. Hey-what was your own name? Your maiden name, I mean. Cunningham was your second husband, and you told me the other one, the one you married when you were a girl younger than I am, now, was George Parrish. What was your name?"
She made a face. "Rosenblatt."
"Oh."
They laughed, together, "Ye-e-ech-h-h," he commented.
"Exactly. I'm perfectly happy with Cunningham."
"Me too. I'm perfectly happy with Madelein Cunningham. Gee you look different! You look just great with your hair like that, Mad!"
She gazed at him a moment, a woman of about 5'6" who weighed ten or twelve pounds more than she should, who was a bit broad of hip and big of ass and soft all over-and who was sex on wheels in bed. Or on the floor. Her brows were nicely shaped. Her eyes were deep set, so dark a brown as to appear black a lot of the time, particularly set in those deep sockets. Those dark, dark eyes vanished into slits when she smiled or laughed. Her mouth was large and her teeth almost perfect ... though he knew now that she wore a complete upper plate and only seven of her lower teeth were her own. She had been secretive about that, and was astonished to learn that he hadn't been urged enough to brush his teeth when he was a kid, and had eaten the wrong things and not brushed after, and wore a plate of five teeth, himself.
They kidded each other about their "store-boughten tooths," and about his left testicle hanging almost a full inch lower than the right, and about her nipples, which were outsized, as thick and as long-when aroused-as the last joint of his little finger: about an inch long and over a half-inch across. She kidded him that his hair was curlier than hers; he kidded her that she had more in the crotch than he did. (She shaved her upper inside thighs. In swimsuit or panties, she pointed out, it showed, spraying out over her thighs from her crotch, and it looked obscene. He had seen girls who didn't shave their legs, and a couple with a lot of hair just like Madelein, there in the upper thighs framing their cunts, and he agreed with her: in swim clothes, they looked obscene.)
She went to him now, wearing a little smock-dress of a gold color, and they sat on her couch and necked like kids for twenty or so minutes, while their temperatures and the tempo of their breathing rose steadily. Her hand was inside his pants, which she had opened completely. His hand was within her abbreviated housedress, which parted easily all the way down. He stroked her upper arm, the crease of her shaved armpit, her breasts, and he squeezed.
Suddenly she slipped down, and made him shudder and sigh. Burying her face in the furry thicket of his crotch, she began licking everything she found there. In very short order, there was more of him to be found, down there.
Her tongue stabbed out to flick the tip of his penis, which she called his masterpiece of masculinity, then licked down the thick shaft and back up its veined undersurface. Slipping her tongue lower to slide it over the fur-coated globes of his nuts, she pushed her tongue at them so that they slithered about slipperily in their scrotal bag.
"Damn, that's good!"
"It certainly is," she breathed. "I love your cock."
"Christ, it loves you! Unnnn-ghhh! Oh ... good!"
"How about this?" she asked in a teasing voice, and gave his balls a squeeze.
"Ow! Bitch-do that again, wicked wench, and you'll find yourself getting that monster you're creating all the way up your ass, before the night's out!"
She mock-squealed. "Oh, oh my ... not that!" She gave his penis head a lick, and the whole column twitched in her hand.
His hand slipped into her loose hair, and tugged. "That, yes! You heard me."
"I sure did," she said, and gave his balls a good squeeze.
He grinned. It was then the idea came into his head. Only the lamp beside the couch was on. He reached over and switched it off. The room vanished around him. There was only sensation and sound.
"Madelein."
"Hmmm?" She was licking his balls.
"Try something for me?"
"Umm-mmm-mmm! There! What?"
"It's why I turned off the light. Take ... would you take out your teeth?"
"Oh, David!"
"Think about it. I can only feel. I can't see. And surely it'll feel great!"
He heard her sigh. Felt her breath and the radiant warmth of her face leave his genitals. There was no sound. He wondered-was she slipping out that full upper plate, tucking it perhaps just under the couch, where she could grasp it again readily but where it was safe from getting hit or stepped on?
Her mouth approached his crotch again. Opening her luscious lips wide-she always wore shining lipstick, and they had to wipe it off his cock-she began to draw his bulging bone inside her mouth.
His heart leaped. Soft lips, soft wriggly tongue, wet with saliva. Coolness for a moment, then the warmth of her mouth. And ... a smooth entry of erection into mouth; smooth, firm gums without the harshness of abrading teeth!
"Oh, oh god!" he groaned, and thrust a hand down and under, to grasp her breast. They were bare inside her smock-dress. It was her only article of clothing, aside from the black shining mass of hair at her cunt.
He felt himself sliding into a larger aperture, without the filling of that upper row of teeth. It was nothing short of wonderful.
She was taking it in slowly, covering the crest of his prick with her full lips and sucking slowly, gently, and he knew her eyes were aglow with lust and anticipation of sipping his passionate fluids.
He pushed.
Three-quarters of his tumid cock ran easily into her face. He even felt the little ridges along the ceiling of her mouth.
She made a little gasping sound, a slight gagging noise, and then she clamped him tightly between lips and gums. Her tongue wiggled. He felt the application of heavy suction. With one hand she was tickling his scrotum, just between the big eggs that swelled it.
"Oh, lord! Mad ... darling ... that's marvelous!"
She made no reply. He knew she wasn't about to talk, with her plate out. That was all right, perfectly all right. Right now, talking wasn't what her mouth was for!
The muscles of her throat were working smoothly, steadily, drawing at his big saliva-shining erection. The sensation of her warm, juicy lips sliding toothlessly over the throbbing red pole of his sex made the hot flesh quiver and twitch inside her face.
Squeezing it between her lips, clamping it just a little with her upper gums while shielding her lower teeth with her own lip, she sucked and slid her mouth back and forth along the shaft.
The sensation was like no other. There's no head that satisfies, he thought with his head feeling as if it were expanding with helium, like toothless head!
Hot lustful thrills surged through his tightening belly and tighter balls. His hand worked the soft flesh of her breast, reshaped. Absolute lust and need were touched off in him and then heightened by the strong sexual stimulus that brilliantly lascivious woman applied to his pulsing tool. Pulsing!-it was pounding.
She was beautiful, even though he couldn't see her. He knew she was working avidly, screwing her deep-set eyes tight shut as she sucked with fer vid enthusiasm and cruised her face up and down, up and down his thick boner.
"Hey."
"Mm-mm-mm?" A slurping noise rose from the union of her mouth and his cock.
"I love it. It's wonderful. It's just absolutely marvelous. Thank you, thank you Madelein ... and now, I promised you a wicked painful punishment for squeezing my ball bag...."
He was able to feel the shudder of excitement that went through her.
She had told him that she was always nervous as well as excited, apprehensive as well as anticipatory, when he was going to fuck her ass. She had told him there was always discomfort at first, and sometimes actual pain, when he began sliding it into her tiny but eminently expandable rear channel. She loved it; she wanted it; she was fearful of it.
For that reason he was ever careful, slow, gentle, and he never attempted to shove his dick into a completely dry anal aperture.
Her mouth left his cock, and a moment later he heard a little click and knew she had slipped her teeth back in and tightened them in place by biting down against her lower teeth. He turned the light back on. He wore all his clothing, with both cock and balls hanging out of his pants. She wore the sleeveless wraparound minidress, and he decided they'd just leave everything on.
She knelt on the floor before the couch, looking up at him.
"You want to go to bed?" he asked.
She shook her head, jet-black hair stirring loosely, and he smiled.
"Your hair looks just great," he told her, and knelt behind her.
With both hands, he exposed her butt by folding up her short gold skirt. He placed his hands on her left buttock, and guided his cock with his right.
The firm globes of her ass split to reveal the tender little shelter of her anus.
He pressed the swollen head of his fiercely erect, saliva-smeared dong against that covert little hole and began to exert pressure, by leaning forward.
"AAAhhh-ahh-ahhhhhhhhh!"
She sighed as big hard meaty dick slid through the tight ring of anal muscle and came up her hot ass like a telephone pole.
She wiggled and thought relaxing thoughts. She pushed, from within, as though she were in the bathroom taking one. That opened her up, from intestine to anal hole. She was so hot and itchy that she was sure she'd go mad if her sexiness were not eased in a hurry.
She said so.
Her clit was poking out of her black-tufted triangle, hot and pulsing for attention and relief.
Slowly, inch by oozing inch, he ran his cock up her ass.
It went all the way in. Her anal niche was dilated to its extremity and he held his hardened penis there, engulfed in her bowels, forcing her asshole to remain well open for his fucking. Releasing a long sigh of satisfaction, he reached around her and fondled her hanging breasts. On her hands and knees with her asshole full of cock, she sighed and moved, just a little.
Moving only slightly himself, he drew an inch or two of cock out of her, returned in, drew again, pushed again. His fingers and thumbs added pressure to her outsized nipples.
Slowly, the suction valve of her sphincter relaxed its strong grip.
Her inner sensations became exquisite pleasure, rather than anything resembling pain. And he knew it, when that transition took place within her kneeling body.
The youth behind the kneeling woman almost old enough to be his mother began swinging his hips. His hands clamped her fleshy asscheeks, pulled and tugged. He began fucking it to her with savagery and abandon, driving thick cock up her little asshole, skewering the channel that she now knew gave her the most exciting reaction and ultimately, satisfaction, the channel that had never been opened, by any lover or either of her two husbands. She groaned and dropped, bracing herself with her legs to hold her butt high. She began moving them, more and more.
His hands clung tightly to those wildly jerking ovals, so that despite the increasing violence of his movements, his prick remained engulfed in her tiny anal mouth. Except that now it was not so tiny; forcibly stretched, it was just cock-sized, a sheath that slipped snugly up and down his dick.
"Hu-u-oooooooghhhh!" She grunted out. "Huh-huh-hunnnnnnnhhh...."
The feeling of his conquering maleness, his cock's strength and power, filled her with unutterable pleasure. All her nerves seemed concentrated in her widely strained back passage, and they reported only pleasure. She wriggled and writhed with increasing ardor, her tits flopping loosely beneath her, her whole body moving in a genuine love of getting her asshole soundly and deeply fucked. There was a deep female satisfaction for her in getting stretched this way, in feeling used. She knew that wasn't true of everyone, of all women. But she was not everybody, all women, and she didn't give a damn about all the others-this teas her thing. As far as the "personhood" that Stella in the office was always talking about ... Madelein proved that every day and had for so long that she no longer needed to, as she moved in the world of selling homes and sold homes, no better and no less well than any of A&B Realty's male salesmen. That had nothing to do with her sex, which she liked hard and deep, fast and from behind, all the way up her behind so that she'd be reminded by her own body, all day tomorrow, that tonight she had been gloriously fucked, that she'd been wanted and needed and loved and fucked, not just as a person, but as a particular type of person: a woman.
"Jesus god it feels so good," he groaned, breathing hard and stroking, stroking. "Uh-uh ... what a woman!"
He began going into that tight slick hole-less tight than slick, now, and both open and easy-with even more vigorous strokes, letting his cock rampage in the dark depths of her squirming asshole.
His hips drove hard, to bury all his sexual flesh inside the well of invisible, sensation-filled tissues. She moved, constantly, fucking herself. Rigid and unyielding, that rocky-hard probe prodded her bowels.
Pounded masterfully, the bulging bulbs of her ass jiggled, shuddered, and swerved to and fro. She felt the spanks of his body. She felt his hands on her, the fabric of his pants against her ass, and knew he was getting abrasion, too.
She cried out and went rigid, straining with her back bowed downward, and he knew she was coming. She reached anal orgasms more easily than vaginal ones.
Assailed by constant prickly squeezing sensations in the clasp of her tight orifice, his swollen flesh throbbed hard up her back, almost in pain. Unprecedented carnal thrills rippled his flesh and his chest raced up and down with his stertorous breathing.
Gulping asshole swallowed his cock, again and again.
Moaning, shivering, clutching her and pressing as closely as he could against her sweat-sheened bottom with its splayed cheeks, he shot semen into her bowels and then hung loosely over her back.
Sagging to the floor, panting and heaving, they each told the other how marvelous it had been. He stared up at the ceiling, seeing nothing. He closed his eyes. He felt her move, and sighed when she began nuzzling his slimy, rumpled cock with her mouth. She began to lick.
After a while, she interrupted her kissing and licking of his beloved sexual flesh to mention Christmas. Her daughter would be coming home from Ohio State. Could he be there, for Christmas dinner?
Madelein knew he couldn't, even before he said it; he had parents here in Chicago, and Christmas was family day. The day after, then. Yes. Good. And she began sucking his depleted peter, the woman of with the youthful lover of 19.
CHAPTER NINE
'I'm sure of it," Melody said, "and I think I should tell all of you."
They looked at her; her apartment-mates Linda and David and her brother Jerry.
"I love Barry," Melody said.
"Barry!"
She nodded firmly. "Yes. We love each other. Barry loves me."
"He's said so." Her brother didn't quite make it a question, but it was.
Melody nodded. "He's said so." She hugged herself. "We've said so, to each other."
"But," Linda said frowning, "he ... he's...." Melody stared at her. At last she filled in for her faltering friend. "Black," she said.
No one said anything.
"Yes, he is. Gloriously black. Beautifully black. We're beautiful, together. All that contrast!" Melody rolled her eyes girlishly at the thought of it.
Then she looked at each of the three, in turn. "Were going to move in together," she said.
"Oh dear god," her brother said.
"Between semesters," Melody told him. "I want to now. But he talked to me, and we agreed, it's better to wait until this semester's over, and start the new one the ... new way."
"Melody!" Linda said.
"You can't!" Jerry said.
Melody stared at him. "Can't? Cant? You're not my daddy."
"No," David said, "but you have one!"
"God," Linda said, thinking about that. "What'll he and your mother say?"
Melody looked around defiantly at them. "Who's going to tell them?"
"They-they'll find out!"
She nodded. "Sure. Eventually. There's no use telling them, and I certainly am not going to ask permission. We are surrounded by people who are living together. Some of them get married and some don't-they find out if they're compatible, first. That's one big difference between us and our parents."
Jerry almost smiled. Not quite, but his sister could see that he wanted to. "Wow. I can just picture someone asking permission of her parents to move in with some dude-much less a black one!"
"Ha," Linda said, "ha. Melody...."
"Look, it's what I'm going to do," the blonde said, "and I decided I ought to tell you in advance. That's what I did, understand. I told you.
I didn't ask you. Barry and I've talked about it, plenty. Believe me, any possible problems you can think of-so can we. But my gosh, this is Chicago. This town is full of black men and white women either married or living together, and black women with white men, too."
David nodded, thinking about his own unusual romantic situation-or sexual one, anyhow. "That's true," he said quietly.
"David!" his sister snapped. Then she looked at Melody. She looked as if she was about to cry.
Thank you David," Melody said, with considerable primness. "I hadn't intended to lie!"
"Oh, stop being that way," he said.
"What way?"
"Snippy," Linda said. "After all-"
"Defensive," David said, and went on before Melody or Linda could make any comment. Jerry seemed bereft of vocal cords. "Look at us. Four of us. Kids. We fuck together. I fuck my sister. Jerry fucks his sister. My sister fucks me, and Jerry. Melody fucks her brother, and me. And we are going to make noises about her moving in with some guy? Shit!"
"I'm not making noises about her moving in with some guy," Jerry said.
David stared at him. "I've heard you making liberal noises about everything from Vietnam to the Mayagiiez to Chicanos and adult bookstores-and even all-black organizations,, you're the one said that was a shame. Since when did you vote for George Corley Wallace or Mayor Daly?"
Jerry stared at him.
"Mel," David said, "want to go get a beer?"
"No," she said, "I'm going to stay right here."
He had been getting up; he sat back. "Then so will I. I ain't leaving your side, friend."
Melody began to cry.
After awhile Linda was beside her on the couch, holding her and making comforting noises. Glancing at David, Jerry found himself being stared at.
"Let's go get a beer," he said.
The two males left. Much later, hours later, Jerry fucked his sister. Practically raped her. Squeezed hell out of her nipples, pounded her pussy hard and long. Melody loved it. She came.
She also told him, because he was churlish enough to ask, that it was better with Barry.
Instead of blowing up, he studied her in silence a long while, frowning just a little.
"You figure it's love," he said at last.
Melody whispered, "Yes. It is. And Jerry-we are being cautious. I mean ... we're not getting married."
"Yet."
"Yet"
"Shit," he said, and held her until they went to sleep.
In the morning, privately, Linda told Jerry she'd seen him and his sister balling.
"And?"
"You were trying to prove something," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on, Jerry!"
He spread his hand. "OK. I was. I did, too."
"You ... did?"
"Yeah. I proved that it's better for her with Barry, and that she loves him."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
'What-what now, Jerry?"
"Nothing now. Maybe I try to get to know Barry. Maybe I'd be better letting that go till later. Meanwhile ... nothing now. She's going to move in with this guy she's in love with, or thinks she is."
Linda heaved a sigh. She showed him a wispy smile. Then she said, "It proved something to me, too, Jerry."
'What?"
"Your balling Melody. Me seeing you, thinking about it."
"Oh. What'd it prove?"
"It ... it ... Jerry ... it bothered me."
He looked into her eyes, frowning. "Bothered you?"
She nodded.
"Ok, what do you mean? Bothered you how?" She looked away. Looked around. Inspected her toes, staring down.
"I ... I didn't ... like it."
"Didn't LIKE it!!"
Still Linda didn't meet his eyes. She nodded. "You didn't like me balling with my sister? You mean, after she said she loves Barry? Shit, that-"
Linda was shaking her head. "No. I mean ... I mean that ... that all of a sudden, it hit me. I didn't like to see you ... screwing with someone else."
"Someone else?"
At last she looked at him. She nodded again. "Uh huh. Besides me."
Jerry's face worked. He started to speak, didn't, repeated that process. Then, "You ... you're telling me ... what, Linda? You felt jealous?"
She nodded.
They stared at each other.
Wearing a long robe, the black man sat on the couch and stared at the small, pink-fleshed and blond-haired girl who stood before him. Her head was down. Her eyes were on the floor between them. It was covered with linoleum, old and thin and pitted. She was barefoot. Her arms were behind her, her hands both on her bottom.
He wore boots, black. The robe was white terry, and when he was standing it fell nearly to his ankles. Now it was higher, with him sitting, and she could see just a brief stretch of shining black leg between white hem and black boot-top.
"So," he said in his deepest voice, "this is my new slave. You came at a high price, princess. The chamberlain, who revolted and took your father's throne would rather have kept you in the dungeons forever, or until he killed you, slowly. I have not only paid much gold for you, princess, but had to sign a non-aggression pact with your former country's new ruler, as well."
Her head snapped up. "You-"
"SILENCE!" the black man ordered.
Melody dropped her head.
"And how have you enjoyed my dungeons, my former princess ... my darling little cloud-topped slave?"
She did not speak, but gazed at the floor.
"Speak, or be returned to the darkness and the scuttling rats and the iron dildo and tit-stretchers!"
"I ... I did not like it."
"You are happy to be out of my dungeons?"
"Yes." Her voice was very small.
"You will return, girl, unless you are naked within the time it takes fifty grains of sand to sift through the hourglass."
"Oh please," Melody began.
"Now," Barry said implacably.
With her head shamefacedly down and her teeth in her lip, the girl lifted her hands to the clasp at her throat. She opened it. She wore a long, enveloping white garment that covered her in many folds and fell to the floor.
It was a sheet from his bed; he had two sheets. Very slowly, never raising her eyes, she opened her "robe." It began to fall from her; sliding. He stared, sitting robed and crosslegged on his couch, the rough old couch that sagged the most in the left end. He watched his "captive" strip.
She performed the act slowly, demurely, as if most reluctant.
The sheet dropped to the floor. She stood naked before the man to whom she had been sold as slave by the wicked chamberlain who had brought about the resolution and stolen the throne of her fathers. She had been a princess. Now she was just a girl, a naked girl, and she must do what he said or be returned to the awful dungeon.
"Turn," he said. "I want to see all of you, not just your passable front."
Shamefacedly, looking deeply humiliated and resigned to her fate, Melody turned.
"Spread your legs."
She did.
"More!"
She widened the distance between her bare heels. The linoleum was cool.
"Put back your hands, slave, and part the cheeks of your royal a-arse," he-said, amending the word "ass" he had naturally started to stay. She was glad. The British "arse" sounded more in keeping with the little scenario they were playing out.
"Oh," she said, "please...."
"Open your butt, girl, or I'll whip it open!"
She obeyed. With her eyes shut, she could get into her role better. She felt warm, and realized she had indeed got into it-she was blushing!
At another time she might have laughed about that. She might, with Barry, in future. Not now.
Now ft was terribly exciting to be the same captive princess she had played with her brother far ' more than once-but this time she had a new master; the "lord chamberlain" Jerry had played had sold her to this huge black ruler of a ferocious people. Barry's apartment had become a palace.
"Ah. A tiny pink asshole. I have wondered at the color of the assholes of your race. Have you been fucked there?"
"Oh! NO!"
Behind her, unseen, he chuckled and she heard him move, uncrossing his legs, probably. "Ha! An error."
"Oh ... oh please, please don't do that ... please, I am yours. I will do anything...."
"Anything?"
A cliche, but she loved it. She murmured, "Anything."
"Turn, then."
She turned, and gasped. He stood, and he was naked. The white terrycloth robe lay on the couch behind him. Not erect, but thickened and elongated, his cock hung before him, black and shining amid a thicket of twining black hairs that were even darker.
"Come and kneel before your master, and suck this cock." And he sat. He gazed expectantly at her.
Very excited and so wet in the vagina that she was sure he could see the emergence of viscous juices through her sparse pale cunthair, Melody went very slowly forward. She never looked at his face. She folded sinuously down to her knees. As if for the first time, she began licking his big black cock.
Many minutes later, when it began to come, he whipped it from her mouth and shot it all over her lovely pink breasts. As if clit-tickled by an invisible finger, Melody abruptly quaked into a jerking orgasm.
"Oh god," she whined, squirming on the linoleum, "I love you!"
And she hugged his knees, with semen making a glistening wet trail as it trickled down the slopes of her naked breasts.
Later still, because she was weak with satiation and kept drifting off to sleep, he carried her in and stretched the naked blonde on his bed. He stood over her, gazing down at her, loving her, the huge black man who had never dreamed he would love and be loved by a white woman, much less a small and lovely blonde.
Hours after that, he sat on the bed beside her. She was on her side, partly curled, facing from him. Like a heat-seeking thing apart from her, her naked bottom had pushed back until it was against his thigh. His hand lay on its mounds, his palm spanning the crease between the sleep-relaxed cheeks. Idly, he played with the mossy niche of her love core, caressing his fingertips with the silkiness of her lovely soft squirrel, pressing gently the resilient, vehemently rounded bulge of her mount of love, tickling a finger now and again between the pulp-like gatefolds hemming her slit and feeling the moistness there. She would sigh and stir, and he smiled when her thighs parted. Even in sleep, she wanted to allow him greater access to her dew-filled burrow. Now and again he let a careful fingertip, very black between pink lips dusted with tendril-like hair that was almost white, glide over the firm little twig of her love knob. She sighed and grunted at each of those clitoral touches.
His other hand, meanwhile, was busy with his own genitals.
He played with it, idly, a lot when he sat reading or doing nothing in particular. He suspected most males did, whether they admitted it or not-indeed, whether or not they were even aware of it.
His penis had come alive. Thrilling little sensations crept and tingled through the thick rope of black meat, which had long since began to swell and lengthen.
He squeezed the thick column and began pumping cock, though not forcefully.
His finger slid into her, to the depth of its middle joint. It was his middle finger, two and a half inches from its main joint to its tip. It wiggled about within wet warm flesh like fresh veal.
She stirred, sighed, slept.
Her naked ass pressed back against him. He looked down at it, its crease partially covered by his hand.
Gardenia pink, her bare backside looked very white beneath his hand, which was like a great black spider on it, at rest. Only the play of a tendon beneath the skin of the back of his hand-and halfway up his arm-told of the movement of his finger below, at her genital crater.
His cock was high and hard. She was sighing and moaning in her sleep, and her head moved. He was about to waken her, though he had not intended to.
He realized that he wanted her, that he wanted her this way, as he gazed at the white mounds of her cushiony-soft ass. He wanted his woman, his blond white woman, from behind, and as he thought about that, he grinned.
Big enough to be one of the thickset men with whom Muhammad Ali surrounded himself, he bent over the sleeping white girl. She looked even tinier by comparison with his size; even whiter in contrast with his tar-hued skin.
"You've been caught," he whispered, with his lips against the soft blond hair over her ear. "Captured. There are several of us. You aren't sure how many-it's dark. We hate you because your father-the king of course-is not a good man, and is even worse to us, the black men of the kingdom. All your life you've been taught to fear us. Now we've got you."
The girl sighed, stirred, made a sleepy vocal noise that was not quite a word, and shivered.
"We've been-all of us," he whispered, "playing with you, with you tied up. You can't move your arms. You're helpless. We've torn off all your clothes. One of us has desecrated your little cunt with his stiff finger, so-o black against its blond fur, while another man stuck his finger in and out between your pretty cheeks, in and out, violating your anus, running his thick black finger in and out of your asshole."
He tickled her anus with a fingertip, and she groaned. Her sleep-relaxed cheeks came alive, clamped. He slapped one, lightly. A long, long sigh flowed from the girl's mouth. He continued murmuring, almost in a monotone.
"He shoved his finger way up inside you, way up inside your ass. Nothing had ever gone in there before. It horrified you. We saw that, and made it worse. He screwed his finger around in you, slid it around and back and forth and in and out and we talked about the brown smears on his finger. He made you shudder when he wiped his hand on your naked white thigh."
Asleep and awake, roused and aroused, she shuddered.
"Then one of us grabbed your breasts, seized your royal white titties, and did mean things to them. His big black hands made the white flesh squelch out between them like dough, and he crushed them in his hands. Pain made you cry, and your lovely sweet titties bulged all purple and black and yellow with bruises."
"Ah-o-o-o-o-oohhhhhh...." She squirmed and her hands went to her breasts, soft and warm with sleep.
"We pinched your cuntlips and nipples, all of us. We told you we were going to burn them, burn holes right through your pussylips and your nipples too, and then put big steel rings through them. I remember I told you how great you'd look with nipple rings. Princess ... we have ringed your nipples. Your nipples have rings in them. There are ropes through the rings, and they're tied to this bed. Get up on your hands and knees, because we want to fuck you now, all of us. But you have to stay all bent over, because the rings are pulling your tits down, just like a tether for the cow we've been calling you."
He reached around and squeezed her breasts. She jerked and made a little outcry.
"Ohh, oh, oh YES!" she said lustily.
She began raising herself, carefully, keeping her breasts at the bed, just as if they were bound there. Up they came, with him staring at them: her asscheeks, firm full hemispheres of snowiest white.
He knew they were pink. But in the dark they looked white, particularly when he let his big black hand roam over them.
"Now be still, bitch. We gonna fuck you now, from behind, like the tit-heavy cow you are. First we have to have a lottery. Ha! Ole Scarface lost-he has to fuck you first!"
Rising behind her, he shoved his cock easily in under her quivering buttocks and straight into the very wet, vehemently open slit of her cunt. She groaned and shuddered.
He put on a course, throaty voice. "Uh! Feels good in here! Not a bad cunt, for a tit-heavy cow! Watch this action, you dudes!"
He began shoving his cock in and out of her, from behind. It made sloppy noises. She was very wet.
"Better brace yourself, little girl, little princess royal bitch-slut, 'cause I'm gonna fuck your ass off, and the harder I ram the more danger you'll be in, with those rings in your nips tying you to the bed...."
She braced. Her naked ass soared high.
With jolting strokes he fucked her, from behind, calling her cow and bitch and slut. Long thick cock sank in, plopped and squished as he whipped it out and then slicked it back into the dripping pink flesh.
As he had known she'd be, she was enormously excited, his little blonde who so loved to fantasize that she was a used captive. The warm, syrupy liquid of her vaginal sap seeped in wet trickles over the hardened length of his beefy prick. She was utterly skewered on the powerful shaft, which vibrated like an overheated engine inside her, and she was delighted, too, with her "captivity" and the skewering and the forcible dilation of her satiny vaginal walls.
Moaning, the girl on her hands and knees felt those inner tissues as a billion separate cells, each sensitive.
He made another voice. "Thass enough, Scarface. She's startin' to come. Drag that diseased dork of yours outta that swamp and let me in there. I'll paddle her pussy!"
She moaned when he withdrew his cock, and her bare bottom thrust backward, blindly seeking cock.
Cock slammed into her drooling pussy and rocked her forward.
Hard male belly spanked her buttocks with pistol cracks.
Like taut-swollen, cylindrical pendulums of lust, her proud, jouncy breasts shoved out their nipples and swung and swayed and shook beneath her bowed body. Their tips were hard pink pegs of desire, twitching as his body slammed hard against the soft cheeks of her voluptuous behind.
"Fuck-you," he grunted. "Get hold of the nip-cord, Hendrick," he said, calling his own name, but in a fake voice. "Pull-give 'er a little titty-tug!"
A little grunt of excitement escaped the kneeling girl and she hunched lower, deliberately seeking the furrowed sheet's harsh caress against the lovely swollen buds capping her pendant breasts.
Her wet heaving gash made lewd slurping noises as he screwed in and out of it. He kept saying "Fuck-you, fuck-you," again and again, in time with his lunges up her vagina from behind.
"My turn," he said, in his own voice. "You've fucked the slut long enough, One-eye. Pull out of that slimy hole and let me sink a mans cock into it! You want a man's cock, don't you, princess!"
"Oh please, I-"
He cut her off with his laughter, and yanked his cock out. It emerged with a lewdly loud ss-plop! "See! She said please, to me! She wants this cock of mine. You weak dudes stand back-let a man ream her out. You'll soon see her lovin' it. Hey princess-get ready to love it!"
He moved around on his knees behind her, took aim, and ordered her to be still.
A swift hip-surge sent his virile black erection up the wet tube of her white pussy. "Hunnnnnnnghhhh-uh!" she gasped.
"Quit acting, dear princess," he said, holding her hips and slogging in hard and deep. "Secret's out now-you re wet as a lake in here, and you are LOVING it!"
Then he reached around her, resting his lower chest against her high-held ass. He scooped up handfuls of firm, heated breast-flesh.
The kneeling blonde sighed as his fingers pressed her tits again and again in affectionate squeezes, paying manual respect to their rounded firmness and the supple resilience of that fine flesh, using them as handles while he continued the steady slogging sliding of his cock in and out of her pussy, more slowly now.
His hips jerked hard, driven by pushing toes and tight clenched buttocks-and the leverage gained by hanging onto her down swinging tits while he hammered the full length of his rampant erection into her meaty hole.
His fingers seemed trying to envelop themselves in the twinned masses of putty-like breast flesh, and she sighed still again. Her backside was moving, jabbing, thrusting her flowing' cunt back along his staff.
A smile curved her lips. "Squeeze," she invited.
"What?"
"Squeeze. Squeeze my tits!"
So much for the rape scene! "Like this?"
"Ah! Unnnnngh-ye-yes!" she gasped out, as he pressed the firm dangling globes hard, with both big black hands, until white flesh swelled between every black finger.
Both of her tits flinched and smarted. She knew they were swelling tensely, knew they were flaunting their pointed pink crowns.
Hanging onto them that way, he began moving move rapidly again, so that she had to brace herself with stiff arms to support both their surging bodies. His groin spanked her ass.
He pinched her nipples; she squealed-and in a sensuous flash, a new sexual hunger whipped through her like a flame. She popped off a good hard orgasm, groaning, and ground forcefully backward until her butt was flattened against his hard, lurching body.
With his hands cupped about her fleshy pears and her body supporting his weight, he fucked up her from behind until his cock began shooting its creamy white come from a black hose into a white cunt, warmly and forcefully sluicing up the hot wide-open breach of her crotch.
Each must have told the other "I love you" a score of times before they went to sleep, naked, sweat-filmed, and with semen oozing out of her inflamed cunt. His hand was on it, lovingly, protectfully.
CHAPTER TEN
"I think you and mother are being frightfully silly," Jayne Cunningham told Madelein and David at their day-after-Christmas dinner.
Madeleine's daughter Jayne was just home from college at Ohio State. As David had told Madelein well before, his parents were here in Chicago; he had spent Christmas day with them. There had been some unpleasantness, and necessarily some lying. Now David and Madelein and Jayne had just enjoyed another fancy meal, a "delayed Christmas dinner," as Madelein called it.
Both her mother and her mother's lover looked up sharply when Jayne made her so-cool announcement, or accusation, as they spent those few after-dinner minutes at table. With her teeth clamped, Madelein said nothing. She picked up her cigarette package and drew one out.
"We didn't ask you what you think, Jayne," David said quietly, and with just as much cool as the tall willowy brunette.
Now it was Jayne's turn to look disconcerted. She heaved a great sigh, lifting her eyebrows. There was no tremble at the front of her red wool dress, and David wondered again if she wore a bra or not. No big deal; he was just curious.
"Well, mother," the girl said, "you've got a strong one, at least. He's taking no shit off your feisty daughter!" Then Jayne looked at David. Her hand moved, slightly forward along the table, as if to reach out and touch him. It didn't. "You don't understand what I mean," she said. "I wasn't being feisty. I wasn't putting you two down. I think it's super that Mother gets to ball-and with a good-looking young guy, at that. I'm not making any judgments-I'm not a virgin, as you know, Mother, and I've been on the pill over three years."
She paused, eyebrows still up, and David Watts gazed at her with no expression at all. Madelein had managed to light her cigarette, though her daughter's words were obviously still bothering her.
Jayne reached out and touched the older woman's arm. "What I meant about you two being frightfully silly is this...."
"Maybe you'd better just not tell us," her mother said, in what was almost a snap.
"No, no," Jayne said, sighing and shaking her head. "Dam it, let me get it out! Now I feel like I have to clear myself. Feel as if, I mean; I'm trying to get that straight-that and who and whom. Anyhow. Look. David's a university student. The university campus isn't far from here. You re a woman living alone, mother, with a house all to yourself. For you to take in a boarder is the most natural thing in the world! And what better than a nice young college boy' who can help that poor Miz Cunningham with the grass and changing fuses and all those man-type things.'" Her tone made it obvious that she was imitating what neighbors and Madeleine's acquaintances and fellow workers would say.
There was silence. Madelein sat blinking, forgetting about her cigarette. She also stared at David. He was gazing at a wall, obviously blanketed in his own thoughts.
At last he turned his gaze on Madelein.
She looked back. Slowly, her right eyebrow rose, and the edge of her mouth began to lengthen in a hesitant, just-checking smile.
David's mouth widened into a grin. They continued to gaze at each other.
"It's a three-bedroom house, I mean home," Jayne pointed out. "Heavens, mother's a real-estate agent and no realtor would buy less-three bedrooms, as I've heard for years, are easier to sell than anything else. Obviously Mother can use only one. Just as obviously, I'm not here much but one bedroom's going to be considered mine until I move out formally. So-there's that third bedroom. There's also the side door."
"I'd be taking in a roomer," Madelein said, thoughtfully, quietly, "and he'd have a separate entrance..
'And surely there wouldn't be any rumors about a roomer," Jayne smiled. "I mean...."
"We know what you mean," Madelein said swiftly. That people would be un-likely to think about sexual doings between a "nice young college boy" and his landlady-a woman with a daughter who was nearly his age.
"It's ... fascinating," David said, thinking about his current living arrangements....Jerry and Linda were more and more into each other these days, so that with Melody gone and living with Barry, David felt more and more like a fifth wheel around the apartment. Consequently, he'd been spending a lot of time out of the apartment. And more time here, with Madelein.
Why not just move in with her?
Because people would go bananas!
"Cradle-robber" and "that old bitch" would be among the less cutting remarks about her. It just wasn't within the "rules"-though if she were a man and he a woman, a girl, it would be a little better ... people understood about girls or young women and older men, and about horny men as well. Women, however, were always supposed to stick with males their age or older, and certainly widows and divorcees weren't supposed to be, or allowed to be horny!
David had to assume that would be the view of everyone Madelein worked with-including the guys at the office, married and un-, who kept trying to put the make on her, and the view, too, of about everyone hereabouts, her suburban neighbors-except maybe that young couple way down at the end of Trimmer's Lane. He had an idea they weren't married anyhow, but had to pretend because of the sort of neighborhood they were in.
Wouldn't it be wild, David Watts thought, for me to move in here like Jayne says, and eventually Mad and I wind up swinging with those two!
He didn't even know their names. That didn't matter. Fantasies didn't have to contain much reality....The thought was all in fun, anyhow.
Just like the thoughts he had already entertained about Madeleine's daughter.
Jayne Cunningham wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly, either. She didn't look as if she had an ounce of extra meat on her anywhere, but she wasn't skinny either. Her hair was beautiful, and he liked her mouth. It was odd. A fine full lower lip, but hardly any upper lip at all, unlike that long-dead movie actress named Jayne, la Mansfield.
Besides, Jayne Cunningham was intelligent. Also sharp; clever. Sure, he'd already entertained some interesting ideas about her ... the daughter of his "mistress" ... about the three of them, in fact, though that was harder to imagine.
Most people, David Watts had to remind himself constantly, hadn't grown up and matured the way he had. Most people didn't ball their sisters-he guessed. And most didn't move into an apartment with their sister, and with another couple, also brother and sister-and engage in sex all around.
No no, he reminded himself. Not all around. He and Jerry had never done anything homosexual, nor to his knowledge had Linda and Melody. Although he'd love to have seen that sort of scene...! And now....
"Madelein?" he asked.
"I ... can't imagine why we haven't thought of it," she said.
David grinned. "We've been too busy being furtive and feeling a little guilty, I imagine. The wide-open concept, me just living here, didn't occur to us!"
"Exactly," Jayne nodded. "I didn't think it had. And for just the reason you said, David. You're sharp, you know!"
"Yeah. It seems to run in your family, too." Madelein laughed, a little more than necessary, getting off a bit of tension. "Maybe lack of modesty does, too."
"Oh, Mother-I know I'm sharp!"
"Oh Madelein-I know I'm sharp!"
They both stared at her, grinning. At last David said, "Well, successful businesswoman and hot slut in bed-you gonna admit how sharp you are, too?"
"David!"
"You would rather maybe that I told your daughter you're not a hot slut in bed?"
Both younger people broke up. Madelein colored-and at last managed to laugh. Once again it went on, and her voice rose, as she got rid of some more nervousness. David's hand jumped out to cover hers.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you."
She looked at him, lovingly, gratefully.
"Neither did I," Jayne said, squeezing her mother's other hand. "I'm sorry, Mother."
"The people I share an apartment with," David said, "are getting pretty much into each other. They look like they're going to be a couple. And his sister used to live there with us, but as of the first of the year she is officially moving out to live with a guy, off-campus."
"His sister?" Jayne Cunningham asked.
David shrugged. "Yeah."
"Oh, it's been a terrible house of sin," Madelein smiled. "Two brothers and two sisters."
Jayne blinked, thought about it. "Wow. Wait a minute. David ... you're living in an apartment with your sister and another guy-her lover, I guess, her old man ... and your sister's been living there, too?"
"Uh-huh."
"Anyone else?"
He chuckled. "Just the four of us. Isn't that enough?"
"More than enough," Madelein said.
David looked fresh and innocent, or tried. "More than enough for what?"
"Whew," Jayne said, shaking her head. "I-sure would like to ask you a few things about that, some time."
"Don't," Madelein said. "I haven't dared."
David shrugged. "Any time. You've raised a daughter who's more liberated than you are, Madelein. Because she didn't have your upbringing."
"Oh lord," Jayne said. "Mother was just a kid when she married ... my father. And she was from Kentucky, Church of God, isn't that it, Mother?"
"Sorry, Mother," Jayne said. Then she looked excitedly from one of them to the other. Her eyes sparkled. "Well?"
"Well?"
"Well, what?" David asked.
"Well-what are you two going to do?"
"I think I ought to put an ad in the paper," Madelein said. "Room to let. Student preferred."
"Hell with that," David said. "You might get an application from some handsome young dude and I'd be out in the cold, cruel world."
Madelein smiled, complimented. "Well-it seems a good idea. Window dressing."
"Bullshit," Jayne said, startling both the others. "You're in the real-estate business. Perfectly natural for you to meet a nice clean-cut young student who's looking for a place to live, off-campus. So he doesn't happen to go out a lot-he's the studious type."
"Oh sure," David said.
He and Madelein looked at each other. They grinned. As if in response to some signal that only they heard, they both rose and, without quite straightening up, hugged each other.
"I like the room very much, Miz Cunningham," David said.
"Fine," Madelein said, smiling. "Would you like to begin the new semester by moving in?"
"Yes ma'am, I would. Uh-look, I'm the studious type, don't go out much. Your, ah, noisy daughter isn't going to be around much, is she?"
Jayne broke up. Madelein said, "Only for the rest of the week. And at spring break-probably."
"I'll take it," David said, and he and Madelein solemnly shook hands. Then both of them looked at Jayne. She was smiling, in an obvious combination of delight and smugness.
"Smart, aren't ya," Madelein said to her daughter. Then, spontaneously, she gave the girl a sudden hug.
David immediately availed himself of the opportunity to hug his lover's daughter, too.
Jayne sighed and sat back, still smiling. "Well. I feel just so proud of myself! You dummies!" She scolded, shaking a finger. "You'd never have thought of it, would you?"
"Never," Madelein smiled.
"Probably," David said, and both mother and daughter gave him a raspberry.
"Well!" Jayne said, with a self-satisfied air. "I am just so proud of sharp little me. Oh-and don't I deserve a reward?"
The others looked at her. "Of course you do!" Madelein said.
"Hell, witch, yer ole lady just laid a hundred bucks' worth of Christmas presents on you, and you've got a gasoline credit card with her name on it. What the hell else do you want?"
"To get balled while I'm home," Jayne said brightly.
In silence, her mother and David looked at her.
"Damn it," Jayne said, "I'm not nearly so cool and casual about this as I'm trying to be!" Then she added, "Would-would you share David with me, Mother? Just while I'm home?"
"I'm not sure I'm glad you said that," David said.
"I'm not sure I could handle it," Madelein said.
"Shit!" Jayne snapped. "Oh damn-I'm sorry!" And she got up, hurriedly, and left. They heard her car start, take off.
Madelein and David cleared the table, cleaned up, and had a drink. They talked, all the while. They made their decision, and their plan. David insisted on one aspect that Madelein hadn't thought of. It was for her benefit, though he didn't say so, and he saw how happy he'd made her: he gave her a Merry Christmas 69, making her come, but pulling his cock from her mouth before he did, and pushing into her ever-needy ass for a fuck that lasted as long as he could make it.
He showered later. When Jayne returned home, at 1:30 in the morning, he was waiting in her room.
"Good grief," Jayne gasped after a very long kiss-to which she enthusiastically responded. "Wha-what brought this on?"
"You made a suggestion. It was ... oh, too sudden, too straightforward. You got embarrassed and left. We talked. Madelein and I, I mean."
"And here you are."
"Umm." They stood together, in the darkened room, pressed together without really embracing. His hand lay lightly on her butt, which was small and so compact as almost to be hard.
"You two decided that ... Mother would ... hell. I'm getting embarrassed again."
"You may not get much more. Part of what she decided was because she thought maybe she should. She was nervous, though-and still is. So-we made it. I may well be fucked out."
"Hm!"
That was all she said, and after a long while, perhaps a minute in silent darkness with her hands on his hips and his on the upper slopes of her ass, he spoke again.
"You took the big initiative," he said. "I guess it's my turn now. Jayne, you sexy woman I've been looking at with lustful thoughts-how about coming out of that dress?"
She came out of the dress. Even though it was lined, she wore something he hadn't seen for a long, long while-a slip. It was beige, lace-tipped and hemmed, and short. It was sexy. He kissed her again, rubbing her flesh through the satin slip, enjoying the tactile sensation. Then she peeled off the slip, in a nice fluid movement.
She wore pantyhose. Nothing else.
"I wondered if you were wearing a bra," he said, noting how firm and well-separated her breasts were; they were the sort of very firm cones that would show cleavage even in a V-front dress only if she used one of those bras that pushed them toward each other. The nipples didn't point at him, but to either side.
"Now you know," she said.
David began stripping. When she appeared to be uncomfortable, unsure, he stopped at his shorts, led her to the bed, and sat down. Again he drew her to him for a tonguing kiss. She embraced him and kissed him in return, and he liked the feel of her nearly hard, marvelously warm breasts. His hand rose up her side to close, partially, on the left breast. Amazing. It had the firmness of a ripe orange, and was just a little bigger.
I'll bet her titties don't jounce even when she runs, he thought.
"Damn but this is so firm it's almost hard!" he told her.
"Thank you-I think," she murmured. "They're-kind of small."
"A fine handful," be said, noting that she was sensitive about her tit size. What female wasn't? He pressed. "Tsk, tsk. Sorry, m'dear. Too much boooo-som for you to be a model with this agency!"
She chuckled. "Thank you again."
He let go of her, reached down to his shorts. "Let's get out of this stuff and into bed. This room's chilly."
"Funny," Jayne murmured, "I was just noticing that it's warming up!"
She had a lot of very thick, very dark, soft bush. When they slipped into the bed, his hand went to it at once. Though she shivered, she widened the distance between her legs so he could cup her there. Her hands came close, but did not go to his crotch.
They spent the next ten minutes in heavy breathing, fondling, squeezing, kissing.
When he touched her clitoris, she jerked and gasped. Her hand slipped to his cock, which had lengthened and thickened but was not up. Her hand didn't stay there. He wondered just how much experience she'd had.
Funny, he thought. She's pretty, sexy looking, has great tits, and is about twice as firm, everywhere, as her mother. And I sure as hell prefer her mother in bed! It was the first time it had occurred to him that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, like experience. Already he was wishing for this chick's mother's soft, warm, cock-loving mouth....
He licked her breast a long while, and she sighed softly. Now and again her hand came to his head. The other rubbed his back. He sucked her nipple, nibbled it, felt it harden, though it was never so hard as Madeleine's.
He reminded himself that she had started all this, and he was here because she wanted him here, and that he had told her in advance. That way he was able to tell her:
"I told you what we did, already. Oh-I've showered since, by the way. Anyhow ... I ... need some help."
"Hmm? Help?"
He took hold of her hand, carried it to his cock: a long, thick rope. Her fingertips were cool on his scrotum. He squeezed her breast, licked its hard little nipple. She left her hand where he had put it, but it hardly moved.
"Maybe ... uh ... maybe ... what you said," she murmured. "You're ... screwed out. After all-"
"Want to bet?" he said crushing himself against her willowy, so-firm body. "Nuh-uh. I, ah, am used to ... hmm. Hard to say it. More enthusiasm."
"Enthusiasm?" She gave his genitals a little squeeze, as if she was terribly afraid of hurting him. "I'm enthusiastic! Fuck me! I want you in me! I want to be long-dicked, man!"
She wasn't afraid of words, he thought, smiling. But-of doing? Just telling his lover's daughter to suck his cock wasn't his way. He didn't think he could do it. Besides-if she said no, or just couldn't, then it would be a bad scene, with both of them gone surly and sullen.
David Watts realized that he was spoiled.
He began eating her tit.
"Ow!"
"Umm-grmmm-mm-mmmff!" he said, growling around all the hard young breast he could stuff into his face.
Automatically, in defense and retaliation, she squeezed his penis. He made a noise to let her know that was fine. After a while, she gave it another tentative squeeze.
"Um-ah," he responded, "good!"
"You like that?"
"Love it. You can't hurt me, squeezing or pumping. It's just my balls that can be hurt."
She didn't say anything. She pumped his cock, slowly, carefully.
The girl, he realized, was a bit of a fake. She hadn't had all that much experience. Her willingness exceeded her knowledge. Far out, he thought. She's my age, she made the play, she said it aloud to her mother and me-and I have to direct and ... teach her!
She was learning. He helped. He kept chewing-lightly, and tonguing too, at her breast. Meanwhile he moved his hips to push his cock in and out of her hand, loving the friction. And his own hand stayed busy in her unusually wet split.
Her fingers began kneading as they slithered up and down his thickening stalk, goading it into stiffness. Fondling it, she loved the way she was definitely coaxing it into the full flowering of its big bud-like head.
"You're getting big!"
"I love what you're doing."
"Umm," she said, jerking, "I love what you're doing, too."
"How about-this?"
"Ouch! Oh, don't bite!"
"That's how you learn what turns people on," he said against her breast, "and off. By trying this and that, and seeing what response you get. I know some nipples that love being chewed. And you must know a cock that doesn't care if it's played with or not."
Her voice was very small: "Um-hmm...."
He wondered if she knew a cock at all.
She was getting to know his, anyhow. They were friends, her hand and his dick. He groaned when an emphatically warm glow-invaded his loins. It was hot, he felt, and the enchanted girl noted, this massive chunk of maleness, red-glowing and starting to pound like a columnar heart in its excitement.
She tugged, writhing. "Please."
"Hmm?" He was sucking her nipple with all his might, and running his tongue over it at the same time. He had a finger imbedded in the squirming girl's cunt. It was hot, narrow, and extremely wet.
She tugged again, twitched her legs about. "I want it-I want you in me."
Smiling, he abandoned her breast to slither up to his knees over her soft, open loins.
With tender, deft fingers he spread her vulva's fleshy lips and inserted the round knobby head of his cock into the wet clink in that riot of black pubic hair.
She released a long, long sigh, and seemed to go limp, waiting, taking. He had to change his angle, lower himself. He remembered her ass: compact, firm-but small. Her cunt was slung low, then, lower in this position than Linda's or Melody's, or full-butted Madelein. He made the adjustment, and pushed forward with lean hips.
Her legs rose, bending at the knees. Her cunt tilted up. Cock pushed steadily between the scalloped inner flanges of her deeply-recessed vagina. It forced them to dilate more and more around the hardness of his big hard-on, and she sighed at the spreading sensation.
Suddenly, only in her past the corona of his cockhead, he chuckled, remembering the title of a nutty story he'd read years ago, in Playboy.
"Can you feel anything when I do this?"
"Oh-oh Christ! CAN I!" She grabbed his ass, tugged. Her knees were pointed straight up.
With a rapturous smile of sheer lechery, the daughter of his mistress hunched up to him, hard.
It made her groan, almost in pain. The movement ran the deep channel of her yearning young belly straight up his cockshaft until his balls thumped the lower curve of her furry, low slung and protuberant mound.
The heavy, heated thickness of his cock's cylindrical plug spread her labia wide.
The big glans was a glorious inner pressure that made her sigh anew, and quiver with sensations of exquisite lust and happiness.
"Oh," she groaned, twitching her head back and forth against a mass of framing black hair, "oh, ohhhhh."
Desire rose to a searing flame of passion in her sopping female chamber.
He was glad it was so wet. Despite his previous orgasm this evening-technically it was morning but to hell with technicalities!-she was so tight that he might well blow off his nuts in less than a minute, from sheer friction. But she was positively soppingly, drooling, oceanically wet inside, and he knew he'd shove in and out of that lake for many minutes before he added to its liquid level.
'You're built big," she said, in a little-girl voice almost whiney.
He said nothing. He knew better; his cock was perfectly normal. Something like six inches long and maybe five around. A little more or a little less; it didn't matter. She wasn't just trying to flatter him, he knew; the point was, this girl was built small. Give her a really big dick and it would tear her guts open.
He withdrew, pumped back in, withdrew, pumped back in, withdrew-and his cock flopped out of her. It was still hard. She groaned. He tucked it back in, pumped her three more times-and again his tool came snaking out of that slippery, inundated box.
He slipped his hands under her, having to put his full weight on her that way. His hands grasped her buttocks, and he lifted. Hot hands lifted her, hoisted her squirmy little ass so that he could slice down into her, jamming their crotches together until she groaned at the grinding of his pubic bone on hers.
With a new animal virility he hammered his hard penis ferociously up and down on her softer, hair-piled bulge.
She lay there groaning and sighing, with that heavy thick pole buried deep up her saturated cleft, then half out, then all the way in again....
... and then completely out.
"Shit," he muttered.
"Dammit," she cried plaintively, tiny-voiced.
He reached up to grasp the pillow. "Heads up," he muttered, "we need this."
She moved as his hands directed, and he got the fat pillow under her ass.
He shoved his cock back into her flowing gap. Straight in, all the way. Their satisfied sighs rose in chorus: "Ah-h-h-h-hhhhhhh!"
"I-I remember something in Hemingway," she said, haltingly as he began gliding in and out, fucking her properly, now her ass was lifted to match up their groins. "About balling ... something about a black woman being a good lay, because she never had to have a pillow under her.
Her lover chuckled. "I can wait for the experience," he said. "Now!"
"Sh, dammit," he admonished again, and kept pumping.
The eyes that stared up at him were shining, eager, hungry. His balls contracted with lust and he rammed in hard. His body shook with extreme eroticism and rising bliss.
It was wonderful to please a woman-it was even better to have her let a man know, so unreservedly!
She was biting her lip to keep from yelling. The writhing girl clamped her cunt on his whipping cock, and she groaned at the abrading sensation, the hard, sliding friction.
Her hard-tipped tits heaved as be pounded in and rooted up her belly. The pillow piled up on either side as he pounded her ass down into it.
Her eyes were wide. Her breathing was rapid, very rapid.
All around his probing hard-on, her cunt was a roaring furnace.
He skewered her powerfully with it, sawed the bulging staff back and forth in happy fucking pleasure.
The insistently writhing young woman beneath him squirmed, and moaned, and made gasp-grunt noises. She jerked her naked feet in the air and shook the hard dark-tipped turrets of her satin-mounded tits at him.
His happy paramour bad become little more than a package of passion with juices literally flowing out of her aching, burning, well-stuffed cunt.
He kept her stoppered with cock.
With every tortured nerve throbbing with lust, he pounded in that meaty stopper.
Ravishing, overpowering movements sent cock flashing in and out of her with a marvelous friction and total mastery of her flawless brunette beauty.
Grasping her. he rolled and turned them onto their sides, and gripped her hard-cheeked ass to hold her close while he kept fucking. He hoisted her leg, bent it in front of his body, moved it past. They were on their sides, and yet both her legs were on his same side.
Turning her easily, he kept his cock inside her while he stretched the sighing, malleable girl on her stomach. Tiny asscheeks like the halves of a small cantaloupe were no barrier as he burrowed up her cunt from behind.
He stretched full length atop her back, slid his hands under her, and ground in.
He rose onto his knees, pressed down on her buttocks with both hands, and stroked in and out of her flooded pussy, fucking down into her.
He turned her onto her side, stretched behind her, and fucked hard.
Listing a leg, he slithered between hers, bent her forward at the waist, and balled her that way, hard and fast until he was gasping and she was too, making sobbing sounds.
He pushed up onto his knees, drew her up until she knelt on knees and hands like an animal, and rammed her hard and deep.
Nothing like having fucked and come recently, he mused, getting sweatier and sweatier, to impress a girl with your virility! I must've been pumping this tight honeycomb for twenty minutes!
"You're ... gonna be ... sore ... to-morrow," he panted, fucking hard into the kneeling girl.
"I-kno-o-owww ... it," she gasped, as if it were she who was exerting herself. "Fuck me, man, fuck me!"
His thrusts became violent.
He lunged violently in and out, a rampaging Mongol rapist, plugging and plunging as he plumbed her, moving himself to the brink of orgasm and hanging there, dragging her more tightly back against his sweaty loins.
He felt her flesh squirm against his, hot and soft and sweat-damp. Beaded sweat oozed.
Reaching around he pressed the pellets of her downward-aimed nipples, pretending he was crushing them and that they were spurting. Anything to get off before he made medical headlines as a 20-year-old cardiac victim!
She was elsewhere; fluid ran from the full-lipped mound just below her midsection, the lips like swollen red welts around his flailing, delving cock.
It felt as if he'd imbedded his massive penis in the heat of a shimmering mass of fire-hot pudding.
That was OK.
Sweating and gasping, he pulled out, turned her onto her back once more, and watched her reach for him with both straining arms.
Back between her slim thighs he plunged, and poked hard and fast. He was groaning, and losing what felt like gallons of liquid in sweat.
Then he brought the slim legs framing that so-wet cunt together, and clamped them together with his, turning her cunt into a less deep but far tighter cleft, and in five pumping strokes he was groaning and shooting hot semen, thick because it had been but a few hours since his last orgasm, up into her youthful cunt.
He collapsed on her, and they gasped together, murmured to each other how wonderful it had been. That was too hot, and he had to get off, to lie beside her.
Having satisfied and sated mother and daughter and himself, David was asleep in less than a minute.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
David was wise enough to expect Madelein to find it impossible to be natural next day, and he was right. After three hours of her obvious discomfort, and of Jayne's obvious lack of understanding, David found his opportunity. He followed Madelein into the bathroom.
She jumped a little when he thrust both his hands between her body and her arms, from behind, and clasped her breasts. At the same time he ground his crotch against her large, broad cheeked ass. Pushing forward with his hips and tugging hard with his hands, his fingers sinking into her breasts through blouse and brassiere, he kissed her neck with some fierceness. He was careful to suck.
Her hands rose to cover his, pressing-though there was no way to crush his fingers more forcefully, more deeply into her breasts. At last he took his mouth from her neck, and with his lips just at her ear, he whispered. All the while, he moved his hips to grind his crotch against her ass.
"If I'd known we were all going to be so damned uncomfortable today," he told her, "I'd never have agreed to ball your daughter last night. She's just a girl, woman, and don't let her kid you about all her experience-she's had damn little. We gave her a break, and she can fucking well look at this big red spot I just sucked on your neck, for the rest of the day. I've got to go. I'll be back tonight. If you haven't got her fixed up with a date, or the hell out of here, she's just going to have to sit around and listen while you moan and yell, because I'm going to bring you off like Niagara and shove cock up your hot little ass until you scream!"
Her hands gripped his fiercely. She trembled. Her voice was weak, tremorous.
"Oh David ... I've wondered...."
"Well, stop. I'm not going to tell you I didn't enjoy shoving cock up your daughter's little cunt, woman." He banged her butt with his crotch a couple of times, as if adding two exclamation points to his words. "Once she'd got it up-without ever touching it with her mouth. I'm the one put her hand on my cock, Madelein. It was OK, but I'd just as soon not have to help your daughter get her fuckin' experience any more-and I'd a damned sight rather feel her mother's tits, and kiss her mother's mouth, and have her mother's hands and mouth on me because they want to be on me ... and ... fuck, your, ass, woman!"
She was trembling like a cobweb in the wind. "David ... oh David ... you're just trying to-"
"Madelein: shut up. Don't say it. I'm not. I'm telling you what's true. If you want me to ball with her again, OK, for you. If you want to watch-OK, that'll be a turn-on. If you want to go around being worried and mopey and think you have to share me with Jayne, you can have it-I'll stay away till she's gone, and then come over here and rape your ass nine ways from Sunday! You're a woman, Madelein. I've had a woman, I don't need to get it off with a damned girl, unless you just really want her to have experience. And if that's the case-you tell her!"
He squeezed her breasts hard enough to hurt, then turned her around and jammed her up against the sink hard enough to hurt her backside, too. He claimed her mouth with his, enveloped it, speared it deeply with his tongue, gnawed at her lips, tried to flatten her tits with his chest.
She panted and her hands clutched at his small, hard male ass with enough passionate force to break her fingernails.
When he broke the kiss, she stared into his eyes.
"You ... that's all true. You're not-"
He banged his crotch against hers, crushing her buttocks against the unyielding sink behind her. "UH!"
"Madelein, I wouldn't bother lying," he told her, staring into her eyes. "OK, He thought, I've given her the supportive talk and lustful stuff she needs ... so if she wants to fish for compliments a little, OK. "Oh," he added, "pardon me for putting down your daughter. She's a doll, and I like her, and most males would think getting at her and in her was a treat. I'm just spoiled, that's all. I've found out what it's like with a woman-with you."
Madelein looked into his eyes a while longer, studying him. Then her smile said that she was all right, and her words backed it up.
"You spoiled bastard! Telling a woman her own darling daughter is lousy in bed!"
David grinned. "Go to hell," he told her, and ducking his head in, he left another big red mark on her neck. Then he backed away, touched her hair, noted the mist of tears shimmering in her eyes, and left the bathroom. He also left the house, without saying anything to Jayne.
He went straight back to the apartment. Both Jerry and Linda were there; Jerry was studying some oversized book while Linda sat wearing a dreamy-eyed look. The Stereo was plugged in, and Linda wore the earphones.
"Hi sport," Jerry said. "Have a ball?"
"Two," David said, and went into the bedroom to change out of his good pants. He came back wearing jeans.
"Anything wrong, David?" Linda asked, practically yelling. "Wha'd ya get for Christmas?"
He pretended to be talking animatedly to her, merely moving his mouth. When she reached up to tug the right earphone away, he began talking as if he had been all along:
... and a pink Cadillac with a blond chauffeur. She's a Monacan Countess."
Jerry was chuckling. "Monagesque, I think," he said.
Linda said, "WHAT?"
"I said that when you've got the earphones on you tend to yell because you hear King Crimson, not yourself, and no, nothing's wrong, and I got some nice stuff for Christmas, and Madeleine's going to take in boarders. I mean roomers. I mean, a roomer. Me."
Jerry said, "No shit."
Linda peeled off the earphones and stretched to pull the plug from the machine. The sound of King Crimson swelled into the room. With a grimace, Jerry jumped up to turn the machine down.
"You're gonna go deaf one of these days," he said, "playing it that loud with the earphones on."
"Gee daddy," she said, "can I just keep on till I get hard of hearing?"
David and Jerry laughed, and Jerry moved his mouth as if talking to her. He made muttering sounds.
"What?" Linda asked, sitting up a little.
Jerry shot out a hand with pointing finger. "See? Hard of hearing already!"
Linda gave him the bird, then looked at David. "You're really going to move in with Madelein what's-'s-name?"
"Her name isn't what's 's name, bitch. And yeah, I am. I can see you two're all broken up about it."
"Awwwww-" Jerry began.
"We'll miss you, darn it," Linda said, pushing out her lip in a pout.
David looked from one of them to the other, his friend and his sister. They'd shared a lot of secrets, a lot of fun, a lot of sex. Now Jerry's sister, who had shared all that with them too, was moving out, and so was David. David sighed.
"Un-wedding bells," Jerry said, "are breakin' up that old gang of mine."
David grinned. Linda smiled, then sighed. "You really are. She asked?"
"Yeah, she-well, actually it was her daughter suggested it."
"Her DAUGHTER!"
"Uh-huh. Jayne. With a Y. In the middle, I mean."
"Let me get this straight, brother dear," Linda said. "Your lady-friend's daughter comes home from college, and knows you two ball, and she suggested that you move in?"
"Right. You got it."
"Whew." Jerry shook his head. "Some family."
"Boy, could people ever say that about us," David reminded him. "Your family and mine."
"Oh, our parents are right enough. It's just us kids who're such monstrous sinful sex-nuts," Jerry said, holding his fist in front of the fly of his jeans and pretending to beat off.
"Wow," Linda said musingly, "you and Mel both, just like that. Bang, first of the year and Jerry and I'm all alone. Listen, clown, what if this dodo and I get tired of each other?"
"Who's a dodo, doo-doo?" Jerry asked.
"Somehow I don't think that's gonna happen," David said, and watched his sister and Jerry grin at each other. Then at him. "Think you got a secret, don't you."
"Hmm?" Jerry asked, eyebrows high and eyes wide.
Linda made her eyes even bigger, like a little girl's. "Hmm?"
"Oh shit," David said, and went to the kitchen for a drink. He came back with a Pepsi. And stormed, stock-still.
"Christ," he said, "I've only been gone about twenty seconds. How'd you do that so fast?"
They were both naked, standing in the center of the living room, grinning at him.
"It takes talent," Jerry said.
"And practice," Linda said, reaching back unselfconsciously to scratch her denuded ass.
"You two plannin' on puttin' on a fuckin' demonstration or something?" David asked, and sat down in the chair Linda had vacated.
"Demonstration!" his sister cried. She struck poses, turning this way and that. Hefted her large tits, shook them at him, poked out her ass, licked her lips. "Don't you want to join us? How can you resist this bod?"
David waved a hand airily. "Shit. I remember when that bod had calves like wrists and tits like eggs."
"Her?" Jerry demanded. "Like ostrich eggs, maybe-that must've been up to the time she was seven or eight, huh?"
He and David laughed; in spite of herself, Linda joined in.
Then she put her head on one side, looked at her brother. "Familiarity breeds contempt, maybe?"
David sighed. "Listen. Last night I had a long session with Madelein, and we balled. Like, I came. Later I did again, with her daughter. And I have promised-"
"The HELL you did!" Jerry cried.
"Are you serious?" Linda demanded.
David nodded solemnly.
Urging him to tell all, the two sat down, wearing enthralled expressions-and forgetting that they wore nothing else. David sat there with his Pespi and told the two nudies about his adventures of the previous night in some detail, and about his recent promise to Madelein.
Then Linda got That Look. And she began talking-and David and Jerry began making objections and telling her that she was so full of shit her eyeballs were going brown.
"A New Year's Eve ... SEX party?" Melody Canfield stared at David. "Oh what an ideal And at your-no, oh no David, we just couldn't!"
Standing beside and just slightly behind her, Barry Hendrick looked like a giant in comparison with the girl. His big black hand moved through her silky blond hair. "We'll be there," he said. His fingers fisted, with hair in them.
So that's where it's at, David thought, and, noting Melody's happy look, and she just loves it! "Bring a friend," David instructed, "one. Male. A guy you can really, really trust, Barry."
The big black man nodded.
"Sounds as great as it did when Linda suggested, it," Jerry Canfield said, nodding. "We'll be there, David. But ... hell. Why bring another guy, for Pete's sake?"
"Otherwise males will be outnumbered," David told him.
Jerry grinned. "So-Great!"
David shook his head. "Christ, you ego beaver-won't you ever learn? One woman can handle ten men in one night-but there's damned little one man could do for ten women in one night! Or even two!"
Melody's brother nodded.
"But ... David...."
David smiled and gave Madelein a peck on the cheek. "Sorry lady, the plans are already made. Your decision was that Jayne ought to get more experience. Okay. Come a couple of nights from now, Jayne's going to get more experience." Grinning, he fondled Madeleine's ass. "So are you, Sweetheart. So are you."
Madelein sighed. "Oh, David! If either of my two husbands had been as confident, as forceful as you...."
"I'd never have known you," David finished. He hugged her close. "You're my girl. How's that feel, my girl?"
His hand began fondling her breast, and soon she was moaning and responding, and soon after that she had a mouthful of cock, and soon after that it was her ass she got stuffed full of the same big thick turgid and throbbing instrument.
Neither of them knew that Jayne was secretly watching and diddling herself with her fingers. Neither knew just how horny Jayne was!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jayne Cunningham sulked and bitched about the "damned slow music" in the darkened room, and the "old-time touch-dancing" at her mother's New Year's Eve party.
Jerry Canfield, whom she'd just met, hushed her mouth for her. He danced with the willowy brunette in what years ago had been called a "standing fuck," holding her close, rubbing her body with his, taking short steps and never so much as bumping the other couples.
She loved it. He's out to seduce me, she mused. His rubbing against her was an undeniable lustful provocation. That's nice, she mused. She was astonished to feel her legs go weak with desire. He-he's a stranger! she told herself, even as she clung heavily to him to keep from falling down on the dining-room floor.
After awhile, in that dimly lit room filled with soft music, he closed her mouth literally-with his.
The touch of his body, the pressure of his hands, the caressing pressure of his mouth on hers touched off electric-like shocks of sensuous joy that sizzled in her body.
She clung. She kissed him back. She felt invisible in the dark room, even though her mother and several others were all around her. It was as though she had become a fortress, with the drawbridge raised and the portcullis lowered against all the others. But her gates were open to this one, tenderly kissing, desirable boy....
He held their kiss for minute after minute, barely moving in a pretense of dancing, while both her breathing and his heightened.
Jayne's technological generation had a term for it: she was turned on.
She knew she needed experience with males, and furthermore she wanted it. More than that, she wanted this male. She was flattered by the feel of his big erection against her, and excited by it. His whispered words had an even more stimulating effect. Now? Yes!
Jayne was delighted to do as he suggested. She took him to her room. No one even seemed to notice that they were leaving.
She loved the way he stripped her, all in silence, and she loved his lean young body, straight as a tree-and with a lovely branch standing proudly out from its forked trunk. Even in the unlit bedroom, he could see her staring at it.
"You want that?"
Jayne was rather shocked by his bluntness-and yet she liked it. She nodded. But he asked again.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good," he said, and surprised her still again, drawing her down right there rather than going to the bed. Their bodies settled onto the imitation fur rug her mother had given her last Christmas.
Gosh I'm, glad I didn't take this rug off to school!
She bit her lip. She couldn't even remember his name-oh. It was Jerry. The blonde's brother. Melody, who'd showed up with the black man. Idly, not really interested just now because she had a man, Jayne wondered what it would be like, with a big black man.
Then she couldn't think of anything. Her suddenly materialized lover was mouth-loving her breast. His head bent to pull one distended bud into his mouth. The breast-flesh behind it plopped against his lips as he sucked the long, swollen nipple all the way in. She moaned.
His hand was on her cunt while his mouth loved her breast. She had no notion that her legs were forking wide.
He sucked her thickening nipple with all his strength, at the same time stroking the soft, plump pouch of her vulva with living fingers. He was moving, over her thigh, between her legs. She moaned. She felt the heat of his cock against her sex lips, which were now parted by a gliding finger.
After sucking her electrified breast until she was panting and streaming the sweet perspiration of arousal, he transferred his attentions to its mate.
Everything was so slow and gentle. She didn't even realize, at first, that his cock's silky head was inside her. His body was slightly curled to her, between her clenching thighs, while he continued to suck and lick at her titty-tip.
He was moving. Cock was moving in and out of her. She felt his pubic hairs. Felt the pressure on her clitoris. She felt as if she were sliding away, carried off on a magic carpet ... powered by his magic wand....
Full awareness returned when he lifted his mouth from her breast, lifted his body over hers, on his hands and extended arms. He was inside her. His weight was off her. He was fucking her! "I'm ... fucking ... you."
"Oh yes." she squirmed. "It feels wonderful! You're so nice and gentle-uh. Ummmmmm. Oh yes, that's good, good."
His cock was throbbing like an erotic dynamo inside her crimson gash, filling her with a sensation of voluptuous sexual stimulation.
Her system surrendered itself to involuntary jerks and hunches of indescribable desire that arched her up to the powerful maleness of him. The fake fur carpet was silky soft under her squirming ass. The floor was absolutely unyielding beneath the rug. That was all right. This way she could feel everything.
The swollen crowns of her breasts seemed to vibrate, lengthening to impressive new heights, as he built her passion and need, slowly stroking all the way in and nearly all the way out of her clasping cunt until her whole body was a cauldron of torrid heat.
He grunted and shoved harder, pulled wetly out, shoved in again. Hard, jarring. The impact made her grunt. She could feel that large hot presence inside her body, displacing the gossamer tissues of her cunt. And now he was moving faster and faster, harder and harder. Like a spaceship gaining momentum, velocity, streaking up and up His great cock plugged and distended her with its devastating sawing up and down, in and out of her to massage her vaginal walls. She groaned and winced at the pressure of the broad crown against her cervix, and she knew she could surely never again be so deeply reamed.
She had thought she must be in love with David. Now it was Jerry, darling wonderful Jerry.
* * *
What a boy-what a man-what a magnificent fucker he was!
Again and again the bulbous head of his prick slid far into her and was deliciously enveloped in her soft inner flesh.
He became a machine. He belly-whipped her.
In and out he rammed, throbbing so hard with need that his cock was a constant dynamic thrumming inside her. She felt as if she must be expanded to cavernous size. But she knew otherwise-she still felt his slipping and sliding within her body, which meant her cunt still clasped him snugly.
Lustfully thrusting, his cock had the effect of pumping a well.
She sobbed, quaking, and was sure that what she felt was an orgasm. Ah, ahhh!
She bicycle-pumped her legs, bracing him with long slender thighs that flaunted their straining tendons and shimmered with sweat.
He watched her eyes roll. She was in a sexual delirium already. This girl really loved it, really needed it-and really went away with her pussy stuffed full of cock!
Her body arched continually, slim and flexibly sinuous, spurred by his deep strokes and the invigorating race of her blood.
The cords stood out in her neck, in the thighs that pumped on either side of his rising and falling body.
He fucked her hard, now, seeking orgasm, the blowing of his balls up this slick snug cunt. Each hard thrust sent his testicles swinging in to smack her tensing little cheeks, and she wriggled them against the furry eggs.
Hot, thick fluids ran down to coat them and the burning crease of her ass.
"I-I'm ready to ... to commmme," he groaned out. He propped himself over her and was still. "Move-suck it off with your cunt."
"Oh! Oh yes!"
With darling little moans of sensate bliss and straining purpose, she bucked her loins strongly against his, gorging herself on his hard meat. She saw his eyes go huge. Saw, and felt it, as he went stiff.
And then she heard his groans and felt the spurting of his strongly shot geyser of sperm into her pumping cunt. He sagged down, groaning in the ultimate pleasure of release.
She clung to him, both lovingly and because she felt the need to cling to something; she was afloat, off on a passion-pink cloud of softness and delight....
But he groaned and slipped free of her, rolling away-and when she opened her eyes, another naked form stood over her, between her ankles.
Trying to bring herself back from wherever she was, wherever she'd been gloriously cock-sent, she was just starting to spit out words when he came to his knees in the yawning Y of her legs. He shoved a pillow under her in one swift movement.
"Oh baby," he said. It was David.
"Uh-" she began, but no words came. Instead, her voice trailed off in a groaning sigh as her cunt was again forced to distend around incoming cock.
She couldn't see, or feel in her heated, semen-sloshing pussy, that he had sheathed himself in a condom. David was here to fuck, not to come. That was for Madelein, later. Both the presence of Jerry's semen in this groaning, squirming girl, and the rubber that prevented his prick's making direct contact with her vaginal walls, would stave off orgasm.
He fucked her.
Moaning as if sex-drugged, she felt his curly crotch-hair tickling her satiny skin as he drove his long column of heated maleness all the way up her sensitive crevice. And tugged it all the way out. Her sex lips hung open. He jammed himself back in again, easily.
Sloshy slurping noises accompanied the reaming of his tool in and out of the pool of mingled male and female come.
He let himself down onto her and into her, full weight and full length, and strove to give her more than her hungry cunt could digest.
She moaned and her hands were like fluttering little birds that raced skittishly over his body in search of a place to light.
Hard prick-flesh pressed tautly against the upper wall of her passage, her smooth slick cunt ceiling, and warm juice flowed over it. She shuddered in voluptuous pleasure and need and tried to make her soaked pussy clamp his beloved horn in a loving embrace. More inner dew flowed, to surround the oversized tool throbbing hotly in her box. Semen and cunt-oil sloshed out and coated the crack between her buttocks.
She grunted and tensed when he slid a finger into her asshole.
But she was high on sex, and relaxed even in that tight little orifice, and besides there was all the sweat and semen and female come there.
In seconds he had his finger all the way up her asshole and his cock all the way up her cunt and he fucked her that say, fore and aft, back and front all at once. The girl went wild. Her heels drummed and her arms flailed. What she felt sure was her third orgasm tore loose in her guts and made her grunt like an animal.
He fucked her till he was sweaty, fucked her for ten minutes, fucked her for fifteen minutes, hoisted her legs, ran them over his shoulders, slid his cock out of her cunt and, when she moaned and hunched in blind search of it, let it slip easily right up her ass.
She hunched thrice more before she was even aware, in her sexual delirium, that she was being buggered. She was amazed there was no pain. "M-my-go-oddd ... you-you're in my-my...."
"I'm buggering you. Fucking your ass. You've got an asshole full of cock. Like it? Think about it. Concentrate on it. Your mother loves it! Take-cock-up the-asssss, baby!"
She thought about it, concentrated on it, thought wonderingly on what he had said about her mother-and loved it. She fucked herself, using him for leverage, clinging with both hands, pulling and pushing, fucking her virginal asshole happily up and down his cock.
At last he groaned, shuddered, and went limp. Her heart pounded and she moaned-not in pleasure. She was totally wound up, completely turned on and overheated like an un-oiled machine. She wanted more, more She got more. David moved from her. Someone else took his place. She didn't know who it was.
She didn't care. It was wonderful. He was a guest at the party. She remembered: his name was Jack. He wore a mustache and a lot of hair, and she thought he looked pretty. His cock felt pretty in her. He fucked her cunt.
That was nice. Still-she wished she could get something into the abandoned hole between her cheeks that David had opened up and left so needy, quaking and clenching as if seeking something to suck on....
With his cock buried in her cunt, Jack rolled her onto her side. She liked that. She remembered that David had done it, too. It was nice to change positions, while fucking. She wondered if he'd keep on, maybe move her legs and fuck her from behind for awhile Hands came onto her hips. A hot hard cylinder pulsed against her asscheeks. She tensed, then heard David's voice from behind her.
"Take ... two ... Jayne!"
She took two, groaning and feeling tiny, owned, possessed, and flying like a butterfly, a moth seeking the light-and being burned, now, by searing hard male instruments, two at once, one coasting in and out of her sloshing cunt and the other re-opening her hardly explored asshole. Her eyes were tightly closed. Volcanoes erupted in her body and velvet-gloved fists hammered inside her abdomen. She floated.
Her ass sucked cock.
Her pussy sucked cock.
Smiling, David rose to his feet and looked down at the Jayne sandwich, with Jack plugging her pussy and Barry's skinny brown friend Arjay fucking her between her tight little asscheeks. David left the room. Barry stood just outside. On her knees before him was Melody. She was gently nursing at his organ.
"Hmp!" David said, with a smile. "True what they say about you dudes, huh?"
Barry made a pretend swipe at him with an enormous fist, and David grinned and went past them, that couple over in the comer was Linda and Jerry, talking quietly. David went back along the hall, and into Madeleine's bedroom. She was waiting. He stripped off the rubber.
"David, are you sure-"
"Stop being nervous. She's completely gone away. Cocks in her ass and cunt. She talked about how her roommate put her off by bragging so much, remember? Now Jayne'll be able to go back to school and do some bragging of her own-about how she balled with no less than five different guys during the holidays!"
Madelein smiled, but continued to look nervous. "And you-"
"I want you. Right up the ass. Face to face, though-we'll put your legs way over my shoulders, love, and I'll take it slow and easy until you're so wide open I'll have to hunch hard and keep it deep to keep from flopping out."
Madelein melted and couldn't get out of her clothes fast enough.
Her daughter, in the room just along the hall, had opened her eyes. She had discovered the black hands on her breasts. They were attached to a pair of black arms that came around her from behind.
God! I'm being fucked up the ass by a black man! I-I'm being had by two total strangers! I've got to-this is awful, obscene, whorish But both males kept pumping, and that felt so-o-o good, and the two black hands began to press her pink nipples, rolling them between thumbs and fingers, and that felt even better, just marvelous, and she smiled, and whined happily and shut her mouth and her eyes.
Grunting and groaning, the guy behind her-she knew it had to be the one with the initials, R. J., because his arms weren't huge like the other one's-sped a hot load into her bowels. She trembled at that, at the very definite feel of it-and felt something tear loose in her guts.
Practically fainting, she achieved the big orgasm many women are never privileged to know. She hardly felt him slip out of her, but she knew when his hands left her tits.
Jack rolled her over onto her stomach and fucked her cunt from behind, using her small asscheeks as under-stuffed cushions.
Pressing her cheek against the furry, silky rug, she felt all comfortable and snug and loved, beautifully stuffed. Then she became aware of presence, and she opened her eyes and looked.
The presence she had felt was two people. The blond chick, Melody-Jerry's sister. She was kneeling. Her huge lover squatted before her. He was naked. What a man-mountain, what a magnificent rippling mass of bone and muscle!
Melody was bent far over. Jayne realized she was sucking the big man's shining black cock. Jayne thought about that, while Jack groaned and grunted and began pumping more semen in to join Jerry's in her wide-open pussy.
Withdrawing her mouth from Barry's cock, Melody looked at the other girl. She smiled, reached out to touch the brunette's sweat-sheened face.
"This is your night, Jayne," she said softly. "He all decided to share with you. Barry and I would like to share with you, too. Here."
Jayne stared at the big black organ the dark man and the pale woman proffered. Cock. Suck it? Kiss it? Lick it? Cock?
Why not? I've had two in my cunt and two in my ass-oh no, no, that's right-this is the third in my cunt tonight! Why not make it complete? Marilyn will NEVER believe this! And so Jayne began kissing, then lipping, tonguing the broad head of the biggest prick she'd ever seen.
Having come, Jack lay beside her and slipped a hand under to play with her tits. That was all right. She liked it. Gosh, weren't there any more males around? She'd like a nice big one in her-"I-I'd like this nice big one in me, if-if you don't mind," she said quietly, looking from Barry to Melody and back to his cock again, his nice big one.
Grinning, Barry moved back, then lay on his back on the floor. He extended a hand to her.
"Come ride me."
Moments later the panting gasping girl was astride him, hopping up and down on his lap, prodding herself up the middle again and again in happy abandon. The watching Melody saw a flush of hot lust creep over the other girl's face. It covered her features totally, then slid down her chest and jiggling cone-shaped tits.
Jayne bounced up and down. Her swollen, dilated vagina ran up and down Barry's thick cock. She fucked herself half blind, fucked herself about three quarters of the way into a stupor, and eventually knew nothing at all.
She woke up next morning naked in her bed-and not alone. A grinning David lay there, playing with his erection. Without a word, he rolled over and slid it into her cunt.
"Happy New Year," he told her.
When she got back to college, Jayne listened to the bragging of her roommate, Marilyn for hour after hour. At last Marilyn wound down and interrupted her braggadocios ego-trip long enough to ask Jayne if she had made out during the holidays.
And then Jayne started telling her.
And Marilyn wouldn't believe her.
And the new Jayne didn't give a damn.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"They all seem to be happy," George Canfield said. "I believe our children have turned out well, after all."
"This business about your Jerry and my Linda is hard to believe," Mary Watts said. She shook her head with its gray-shot red coif. "They really mean it! Those two just aren't like other kids-normal kids, these days!"
Evelyn Canfield laughed, and took another pull at her Scotch and soda. "You mean because they've announced that they want to get married?"
Mary nodded. "Of course. I mean ... hell! These days? It's so dangerous! I really thought " they'd just live together, at least until Jerry's out of college. These early marriages have such a tendency to lead to messes...."
"You mean messy divorces," her husband said. He was John Watts, deacon in his church, good insurance salesman, pillar of his community, and father of Jerry and Melody.
"Of course!" Mary Watts snapped. "This new business of living together-what d' they call it, 'my old man' and 'my old lady'-lord, that's so sensible! IF it doesn't work out-and lord knows it usually doesn't, when people get married so darned early-they can just separate and go their separate ways. No need of getting lawyers, going into court, getting their names in the papers, all that business. Times have changed-and for the better!"
"Sure they have," Evelyn agreed. Seated on the couch a few inches from Mary's husband John, the dark blonde extended her glass his way. "Please get me another drink, Johnny," she said, bending to give him a little kiss on the cheek. "Nobody can take care of me like you can."
"Huh!" George Canfield snorted, "I like that!" Evelyn smiled at him. "Oh silly-you know what I mean. In the drink department, that's all."
John Watts was rising, Evelyn's glass in hand, while he finished off his own drink. "Huh!" he snorted. "I like that!"
They all laughed.
"I'm sure the attraction is Mrs. Cunningham's daughter," Evelyn said thoughtfully, with an impish look on her face. "But-"
"I see plenty of attraction in Mrs. Cunningham's daughter's sexy mother!" her husband interrupted.
Evelyn gave him a look. "As I was saying," she said with mock plaintiveness, "presumably David is moving into that house to be around when Mrs. Cunningham's daughter Jayne comes home from college over in Ohio. But I ... wonder."
"Evelyn!" Mary said, making the word a shocked accusation.
"You know," John called from the kitchen, "I wouldn't be a bit surprised. As George just pointed out, Madelein-"
"Madelein?" his wife echoed.
"Mrs. Cunningham, then," John amended. "She's an attractive woman, and doesn't look past the urge to me. And surely David's had plenty of practice, plenty of time to develop the habit of sex, with Melody and ... others."
"Melody!" Evelyn echoed. "That darned silly girl-a black man, of all things."
"He'll take care of her, mother," George said. "He is a big un, after all. And we were worried about her winding up with a far older man, remember? She has definite needs, to be ... taken care of."
Rattling ice in the kitchen, John Watts did a dirty-old-man laugh.
"To be owned, I think probably," Mary said, arching her eyebrows as she thought it.
She watched her husband return from the kitchen, bearing two glasses. He walked up behind the couch where Evelyn sat, and carefully put down his own drink. Mary s thoughtful expression became a grin as she watched her husband thrust his big freckled hand straight down into the front of the other woman's dress.
"Oooohh," Evelyn groaned, clapping a hand to her sizable bosom-outside the dress, pressing John's hand within. "Oh-John, not just when I've got a brand new-ummm! -dri-i-ink...."
Mary glanced over at Evelyn's husband George. He had about half the hair he'd possessed twenty years ago, and considerably more weight. And he was still darned attractive to Mary Watts. He was watching the other two, his wife pressing Mary's husband's hand inside her dress, but he felt Mary's gaze and looked her way. He smiled. Mary gave him a lecherous grin in return, and showed him her glistening, quivering tongue. George made a show of shivering.
"I have to admit I'd love to go visit your David," John said, "and get lost someplace with his landlady."
George laughed. "Like in the bedroom."
"Or the laundry room," George said, "or the kitchen, or on the dining room table, or-"
"John!" Evelyn snapped. "You fickle bastard-and with your hand down the front of my dress, too!"
"Now hell! Have I ever betrayed you, Evvy?"
"Good lord," George groaned, rolling his eyes. "Betrayed her!" Mary cried.
"Uh-betrayed the two of you, then," John amended.
How would I know?" Evelyn said, her voice getting high as she began to writhe. John's hand remained down in her cleavage. "Mary and I have been wondering about you and George...." George laughed aloud.
"Ouch!" Evelyn cried, and slapped the wrist of John's pinching hand.
"Ah, you evil-minded wench," John told her, with a wink at the other man. "Surely that is the one thing the four of us have never done together, all these years we've been ... getting together."
"I'm tired of watching this shameless spectacle," Mary said, getting up. She walked to the chair where George Canfield sat. "That shameless hussy you married and my filthy husband are behaving absolutely abominably, George. You're a big strong man-what're you going to do about it?"
He pulled her down on his lap. One hand moved swiftly, warmly straight up under the hem of her dress to press the outer curve of her hip, just where it began swelling into her backside. She allowed her upper body to fall against the big man, deliberately rolling her shoulders to grind her breasts into him as they united their mouths and played chase-the-tongue-with-the-tongue.
There was silence for a minute or so, then John said, "You'd better drink up, Evvy. It's getting distinctly sexy in here, and it's either get out of these pants or burst 'em open from the inside."
"I don't believe it," Evelyn said, and she drank. Extricating his hand from between her big pillowy tits, John walked around the couch to stand before her. He unzipped, then reeled out a fine thick cock that was about three-fourths of the way to erection. His wife liked that cock. So did Evelyn. She had liked it, and enjoyed it as Mary had her husband's, for years and years. Evelyn had commented a number of times on how nice it was that George was circumcised and John wasn't, that hers and Mary's bodies were so different. Variety in sexual partners was lovely, and all had long agreed that it was a definite aid to marital happiness. There sizes, shapes, and organs, even to the uncircumcised status of John's penis, was icing on the sweet cake of their long-time sexual foursome.
"Umm, how nice," Evelyn said, and bent forward to press a warm kiss on the little hole in the very tip of John's organ, its head nearly totally sheathed.
Instantly he thrust both hands into the front of her dress and grasped a big soft flesh-pillow in each.
Again there was silence in the Canfield living room, save for a few moaning sounds and the pat-pat-pat sound of George Canfield's big hand on Mary Watts' small, long oval bottom cheek.
"Umm-mmm-mmm," Evelyn sighed, pushing her dark blond head forward to take a couple of inches of other-man cock in her mouth. It was a very familiar prick, as all of this "other man's" body was very familiar to his friend's wife.
Then the hall clock chimed the half-hour. That had been their signal for the last several years, when things just got started, as they had tonight. Lingeringly, reluctantly, the four people parted, rose. And they all four stripped. A pair of reddened hard-ons bobbed upward proudly as four breasts jiggled free. The nipples on Evelyn's were high and hard, thick and fat and dark against the long white oval masses of her breasts. Mary's were not, being small and ever-reluctant nipples-but the eager little head of her clitoris was visible, pushing lewdly out from the cunt whose red fleece she kept so meticulously clipped. George reached over to touch that dark-headed little pea, and Mary groaned and shivered.
The others gave her questioning looks, their faces expectant, hopeful.
She smiled. "Yes, I've had a new thought," she said, and they all grinned happily. She was the most imaginative among them, and had arranged them into their four-way sexual positions many times-and learned several times that her ideas were impossible to put into effect.
"I don't have to stand on my head again, I hope," John said.
"No dear," Mary smiled. "You remember what we read in that book the other night, and you said-"
"Yeahhhhhhhh," her naked husband said, smiling as he stepped to Evelyn's side and wrapped an arm around her. It had never bothered any of them, nor did they mention that Melody Canfield's mother weighed precisely the same as her frequent sex partner, David Watts' father-and was built bigger than he, in every part.
"Evelyn," Mary said, "if you can disentangle your boob from that beast's big hairy hand, you just stretch right out on the floor, dear. On your back."
"Nothing unusual about that," Evelyn said, pretending to grumble, and the others laughed-and waited for Mary's directions.
Mary knelt up beside the other woman's head, facing the left side of Evelyn's face with her knees a foot or so away.
"Now I'm going to do this," the redhead said, and went forward so that she was on hands and knees. Her and Evelyn's faces vanished from the men's sight as she united the two woman's mouths. In short order Evelyn trembled, widened the narrow wedge-shaped opening between her legs, and raised a hand to stroke Mary's hair.
"Couple lesbians, 's what we married!" John commented.
"I know what my part is!" the other man said, and he stepped behind Mary, then lowered his bulk to his knees. With his erection just touching her proffered butt, he began rubbing its small cheeks and pretending to spank, with the pat-pat noises again.
Mary twitched her head aside from Evelyn's. "John?"
"Coming," he said.
"Not yet!" Evelyn cried, raising her knees. Thinly, downy-haired, her pink-lipped vulva yawned at him.
But that was not what John and Mary had read about-and talked about-the other night, and not his goal. Instead, he bestrode the supine blonde. First pausing to give one of his wife's down-aimed, conical tits a warm press, he gathered up the big cushiony masses of the other woman's breasts in his hands. His hands, for a man, were small; her tits were big.
"Oh-oh, oh DAMN!" Mary grunted, for she'd just got several inches of good hard dick right up the cunt, from behind.
"Ahhhhhh," her husband said, folding and pressing the other woman's super-generous breasts around his erection until it quite vanished from sight, enveloped in the fleshy tunnel between the great white ovals he pushed strongly together.
And Melody's supposedly uptight mother began to writhe, being kissed by another woman while Linda's supposedly uptight father fucked her tits. And while David's supposedly old-fashioned mother knelt with her ass lewdly high and her mouth lasciviously joined by another woman's. Jerry's father, Sunday School teacher Canfield, began fucking steadily up her capacious, drooling cunt from behind.
Able to look into each other's faces above their wives, the two men exchanged a grin.
Deliberately, the two women were making a lot of sucking, slurping, salivary noises with their united mouths. Hunching hard, George whipped his cock in and out of the kneeling Mary's pussy with swift strokes that raised just the same sort of sounds. He held her in place with both hands, so his lurches against her upturned ass wouldn't knock her forward. He liked the way all four of them were united in sex this way.
He also liked being able to watch his wife get her big tits fucked by another man's rooting, reddening cock.
Kneeling astride her, John pushed the superb masses of fleshy, fruity tit together until they met above her chest and formed a velvety mammary tunnel in which his bulging horn was sensuously trapped.
He pressed those malleable jugs relentlessly, knowing full well they were starting to ache and throb. Her hands fluttered; returned to the woman who bent over her, kissing her.
The inward-driving pressure of John's hands continued until well-developed, deeply colored nipples nearly met in two upward quivering flesh-stalks. He heard her moan into the other-woman's mouth-his wife's mouth. His wife ... who was getting her hot wet pussy nicely prodded by the naked man behind her, who was in turn watching his titsy wife get her breasts balled.
He rocked back and forth on her, astride her, feeling her cunthair tickling the farthest curves of his asscheeks. He fucked into the bulging, voluptuous curves of her breasts with long, metered strokes that pierced all the way through the tunnel and nudged her throat with his cock's reddened head.
"Damn," he muttered, with a small shudder of discomfort. "This is so dry!"
Disengaging her mouth from the blonde's, his own wife moved her face down just a bit farther ... and licked his cock as it cruised up out of the tit-tunnel it fucked. Deliberately, she let saliva run down her curled tongue to coat the organ until it glistened. Then she returned her mouth to Eve's.
Discomfort departed. Happily, the naked kneeling man fucked those big malleable tits, making them quiver in his hands.
The other man hunched hard. His forceful stroking momentum buried him up the crotch of his friend's wife and splatted hard against the superbly padded flesh mounds of her cushioning ass. The smooth high-raised cheeks were rotating wildly, jiggling and twitching, meeting his every strong thrust.
That fine battering ram of an excitingly adulterous cock stormed her pussy, beleaguered it, ran amok inside her.
Her nipples swelled and tingled. Her spine tingled. She wasn't grinding her hips; her hips were grinding. He drove in deep, squishing in all her flowing juices. She pushed back as she felt it, sliding and gliding in her. Good, good! Hard cock in soft wet pussy-good! She drove her tongue in and out of the supine blonde's mouth in time with the going and coming of the cock in her cunt, from behind. The moaning Evelyn's hands came up, found her breasts blindly, began tugging and squeezing Mary's oval-dangling tits.
John fucked the big plush tits of another man's wife.
George fucked the cunt, from behind, of another man's wife.
And both those wives moaned happily, sucked and tongued each other's wet, constantly moving mouths. While her tits were cock-fucked, Evelyn used her hands to play at milking the other-woman's dangling, smaller boobs.
Groans and grunts, mingled with the squish and splat of hunching grinding bodies, rose in the air to join the hot, humid aroma of superb happily, "sinfully" adulterous sexuality.
And somewhere, Aphrodite smiled. For even in the American Midwest, the crucified god who had supplanted Aphrodite and her ancient companions did not rule supreme with his anti-sexual religion, and Venus and Aphrodite stood tall and proud above his virgin mother!