"Mama says I have a pretty pussy. Do you like it?"
"I like all pretty girls, Clemmie-and yes, I like your pussy."
"Well then, don't you want to play with it-or better yet, can I play with you? How about it, George? Would you like me to kiss your pecker? I can make you feel awfully good."
"You could also put me in jail, Clemmie!"
"Oh, I would never do that!" She squeezed his cock and he winced at the sharp pain. "Besides, who would ever know?"
"You wouldn't tell your mother?"
"Don't be silly-Mama tells me things, but I don't tell her anything. I know how to keep a secret."
CHAPTER ONE
A beam of sunlight from the skylight fell across the naked teen-ager in the big armchair. Her ass was planted in the exact center of the seat, her feet cocked flat against each other as she leaned back, the pouting lips of her fifteen-year-old cunt a gaping promise of the delights within.
"A couple of inches to your left, Clemmie-that's it. Hold it!"
One strand of long blonde hair fell over her right shoulder, then separated lower down to reveal the saucy puckering of the pink nipple. That in turn capped the soft swelling of the breast that was small, yet delightful enough in its curvature to entice and to fill an eager hand.
The man behind the tripod-mounted camera sighted through the lens and straight into her cunt, and swallowed. His balls tightened, rushing blood swelling the shape of his cock. His hands were sweaty as he adjusted the lens, then took the picture.
"Okay, honey-drop your right hand between your legs, let your finger lie along the lip-that's right, your pointing finger."
Clemmie giggled. "Like this?" Her finger pushed through the pubic patch and pulled the Up against her leg, opening the passage a trifle more.
"That's it-and keep that smile! Hold it!"
The camera functioned again, freezing the girl forever in the saucy pose, catching the tip of her tongue just barely protruding from the comer of her mouth. The photographer took several insurance frames, then straightened, resisting the impulse to wipe his hands against his pants. He stepped around the camera. "Okay, Clemmie. You can rest."
He looked at the woman standing by, feeling a twitch in his loins as his cock jumped. In coloration and shape of face, she was an older version of the girl, the full flowering of everything that the naked Clemmie promised to become. Her blonde hair was carefully groomed, her tits thrusting sharply against the fabric of her tailored suit-he could see plainly that there was no bra shaping those mouth-teasers. If Clemmie did fill out to be like her mother, then the man in her future would need both hands to deal with just one of those glowing globes.
The woman glanced at her watch. "We seem to be off to a good start, George."
"Clemmie's a good subject."
He felt inane as he said it, the heat rising into his face under her knowing smile. He was in his late thirties, trim-waisted and muscular, although the thinning black hair already hinted at baldness. Now he brushed an unconscious finger across one bushy eyebrow, then rubbed the side of his nose.
"Clemmie has always been a beautiful child." The mother looked toward the girl "I absolutely have to run, dear-my errands will take about an hour. You do whatever George wants, cooperate with him. You should be finished by the time I get back, shouldn't you, George?"
He nodded, and she scooped up her purse. "No-don't bother. I can let myself out. You just go right ahead with Clemmie."
Her heels clattered across the tile of the studio floor, as George studied the naked girl for a moment. Then the creak of the outer door closing sounded faintly, and suddenly Clemmie giggled again, reaching down with both forefingers to stretch the lips of her cunt.
"How about a shot like this?"
"Okay."
He bent to the camera, took three frames, then looked over the top of it.
"Now stand up in the chair-that's it. Turn around and spread your legs as wide as you can, then bend down to grab your ankles. Can you do that?"
Clemmie did not bother to answer, but was doing as he said, bending until her face appeared between her spread legs. The long hair tumbled wildly as it cascaded against the chair seat.
"That's good! Now bounce your ass a bit-like that."
She giggled once more, wriggling the muscles in her ass and flexing the brown circle to make it stand open in the base of the cleft between the two cheeks. The lips of die pudenda showed a sharp cleft of their own now as she strained to keep her legs apart, stretching her cunt wide enough open to make George swallow again. Her ass twitched twice, and his cock jumped again in his pants.
He focused on the twin entrances, seeing the two paths that led into the body of the girl, and quickly began to take the shots, not stopping until the roll was exhausted and sweat was standing out on her face. "Okay, take a break. Want a Coke?"
Clemmie straightened, easing the strain in her back muscles; then she turned and hopped down to sit primly in the chair, knees tight together.
"Sure! I didn't know taking pictures was going to work up as much sweat as screwing around."
"Relax for a minute-I'll get the Cokes."
Clemmie leaned back in die chair, arching her back muscles again as George ducked out of the studio, closing the door to the anteroom behind him. He was in the reception area now, the only part of the studio complex that seemed efficient, business-like. He opened a closet to reveal a battered old icebox, and brought two frosted bottles from its enameled depths, opening them on the back of the door. He started back with the Cokes held together in one hand-then stopped again, thinking better of it.
He reversed his steps, went to the frosted glass door where the OPEN-WALK IN sign was dangling from the inside knob. Mornings he had a part-time girl in to take care of the paperwork, but when she wasn't here, the door was always kept locked to keep people from walking in on him in the middle of a session.
Except that it wasn't locked.
He grinned as he tried the handle, and saw that the latch had been turned back. He tripped it, and the deadbolt as well, then quickly returned to the studio.
"Hot day," he said, handing one of the Cokes to Clemmie, who was still in the chair. The air conditioning hummed loudly, but the sun beating down through the skylight was too much for the machinery to overcome.
Clemmie sucked at the mouth of the pop bottle, taking the whole top between her lips. Her tongue plugged the opening as she tipped it back so that no more than an ounce of the soda went between her teeth, to be rinsed around and around before she finally swallowed. Her tongue came out across her lips again as she stared across the top of the bottle, her eyes centering on the man. George thought he saw a-warm look in her eyes.
He saluted her with his own bottle: "You're a very' pretty girl, Clemmie."
"I know it-Mama's been working on me since! was a baby." She pronounced the endearment in the French fashion.
"She didn't have to work very hard."
She giggled again, uncurling her legs to stand, stretching the tension of posing from her body. It was the first time George had ever been commissioned for a project like this-taking a series of publicity shots of a naked young girl so her parents could use the pictures to sell their daughter's body-but he could agree that they had a top-notch product to sell. Even if he couldn't understand why they wanted to prostitute their own child.
But Clemmie naked was designed by the Creator to be played with-and they might as well have a rich old bastard paying for the service as have her give it away to her playmates.
He sat down on one of the three couches in the studio now, the longest and most comfortable, deep enough for two not to crowd each other terribly as they lay side by side. And now Clemmie came over to him, still holding the bottle. She stood before him, back arching as she leaned slightly backward, hips jutting forward in an unmistakable challenge. Her hand dropped to the pubic patch, found the shape of her mound, fingers squeezing the pudenda.
"Mama says I have a pretty pussy. Do you like it?" He swallowed at his soda, eyes riveted to her fingers, but did not answer. After a few seconds Clemmie grew impatient and humped her ass toward him. "Well, George? Don't you like my cunt?"
"I like all pretty girls, Clemmie-and yes, I like your pussy."
"Well, then, don't you want to play with it?"
"Suddenly she reached out to grab his other hand, brought it against her crotch. She tightened her legs about him and George felt her warmth against his palm, his middle finger pushing through her thighs to touch the cleft of her ass. She did something that made the lips of her cunt move against his hand in a strange sort of moist kiss.
"I like that!"
Clemmie sighed, wriggling against him, and George .shivered. "I like to feel a man's hand there, touching me-I like to feel a man there."
"Only men, Clemmie?" He was sweating now, his heart beating faster. "Not boys?"
"Oh, some boys are okay-older ones, who know what to do with their peckers. Most of the ones my age like to talk a lot, but when it comes down to the hard place, they're scared to shove it into a girl-they just want you to kiss it for them, jerk them off. Most of them are too stupid to even want a blow job."
She lowered her bottle to the floor, releasing him for the moment, and sat down on his knee.
"How about you, George? Would you like me to kiss your pecker, suck you off?"
Her eyes drifted to his crotch, found the stiffened shaft standing strong now within his pants. She leaned against him, smiling, and let the palm of her hand touch his trousers, moving from the belt buckle down, across the shape of his erection.
"I can make you feel awfully good, George."
He swallowed once more, and shook his head. "You could also put me in jail, Clemmie!"
"Oh, I would never do that!" She squeezed his cock, and he winced at the sharp pain. "Besides, who would ever know?"
"You wouldn't tell your mother?"
"Don't be silly-Mama tells me things, I don't tell her. I know how to keep a secret."
Now she was toying with the tab of his zipper, teasing it without actually working it. She began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tensed washboard belly beneath. George found himself wishing that he had worn an undershirt for a change.
"Clemmie, I ... ah ... don't think this is such a good idea!"
"That does."
She touched the shape of his cock, giggling again, her fingers molding the fabric of the trousers tight against the shaft. George stiffened, his shirt completely open now as she unzipped him, then reached to work the belt open. His pants and his shirt both fell open, revealing the shaft of his cock pushing against the cotton of his briefs.
"Oh, pooh! Why do you have that on, when you're not wearing a T-shirt?"
"I always wear shorts!"
It came out as a gasp, for now her hands were pulling down the elastic, easing the band over the shape of the cock head. She touched the burning flesh of his erection with one hand, easing the shorts down below his balls with the other, until she was handling the full seven inches of his manhood.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The exclamation escaped from his lips as Clemmie worked the foreskin back over the rim of the glans to expose completely the dry cockhead. Now she wet one fingertip against her tongue and rubbed it over the shape of the plum-colored cap.
"JESUS!"
His back arched, his ass twitching through the shorts and against the couch as he tried to fuck against the air. "You're going to get us both in trouble!"
"Scared of a little girl, George?"
"You're damn right I'm scared! There's a mandatory jail term in this state for statutory rape-and screwing around like this is rape under the law!"
Another giggle; "But it does feel good, doesn't it?"
"JEsus-JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Clemmie let go, to work at his shorts and trousers, tugging them below his knees. And now she was bending over him, her fair hair falling across his groin as her tongue moved out lightly to touch the cockhead,-tasting his salt flavor. Her lips pursed and moved down to kiss the side of the shaft, her hand gently moving over the knobbed surface as she traced the.-thickened veins to the roots at the base. One hand moved deeper into the warm cavern of his thighs, fingers slipping beneath his ass, the middle one following the covered passageway that ran from his cock back toward his asshole.
She looked up, eyes twinkling, then bent over again, her lips brushing the glans in what George thought was going to be another kiss-and then she was sucking the shape of the cap between her lips, her teeth stretching wide to take him in. Both of her hands were working against his cock now, moving gently across the shaft, just holding it lightly for a moment as sweat stood out on his forehead, his eyes shut tight. His hands were fists clenched against the cushions of the couch, kept there by the struggle of his desire against his need, prevented by imagining the direst of catastrophes from grabbing her close, from-pulling her tight onto his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God! Suck me Clemmie!"
She was doing it, as he wanted, her lips moving wetly down the outside of the shaft now until the bulb of his cockhead caught against the back of her throat, too thick for her to take in any farther. Half of his cock was in her lips, and he could feel her teeth-. pressing lightly against the flesh as his ass worked against the cushion. He felt the threads of the tweed fabric cutting into his buttocks and his thighs. His body wanted to fuck her, rise up against her.
Now Clemmie began to suck in a steady motion, rising up to let the rim of his glans hit against her teeth, then falling back down to take that share of his meat that she could hold. Her fingers were working against his balls in a steady light dance, moving them gently within the hairy sac that had tightened against his groin. Now she was pulling his testicles down and suddenly she pulled from his cock and bent to kiss the sac, wetly, sucking each of the heavy meat . eggs in turn in her mouth.
George wanted to grab the girl in his arms, slam his cock deep into her flesh; he wanted to feel the warmth ' and tightness of her cunt holding him in. Now Clemmie was standing, undressing him completely, the shirt coming off his shoulders, the girl pushing him back until he was lying flat on the couch. She pulled off his shoes, then tugged trousers and shorts together over his feet, peeling the socks away last.
"You have a nice pecker, George."
. She climbed on top of him, coming up between his legs so that first her small tits and then her belly slid across the burning shaft of his prick. She kissed his nipples, biting into the spongy flesh with .her teeth until he yelped with pain, then moved up even farther until his cock popped free of her belly to stand up between her legs.
Now Clemmie was placing her lips against his, kissing him, measuring his mouth and tasting him with her tongue as she pressed it against him. At last his lips parted to let her tongue dart in, and he felt the surface of her probe moving across his teeth. Then she was slipping across the shape of his own tasting organs, until it seemed as though she would move into his throat, as though her tongue had completely freed itself from its roots and entered his body to stay.
George swallowed, feeling the girl still moving in his mouth, his hands sliding now, down across the burning flesh of her body until they reached the cheeks of her ass. There they paused, squeezing the ass globes as Clemmie wriggled against him, humping up until he could feel her cunt pressing down against his thigh. Her hands moved beneath his arms, teasing and tickling his armpits as he groaned, writhing beneath her. Finally he twisted his head away from-her hungrily sucking lips.
"GOD! What are you trying to do to me, girl?"
"I just want to make you feel good, George!"
Now she was moving down again, face against his chest, until he felt her thighs closing tight about his cock. Her ankles locked as she exerted all of her considerable strength to move him within her legs.
"Do you want to fuck me, George?".
"Christ, Clemmie-you're still cherry!"
"Yeah."
She seemed disappointed, but did not press him. . Now she turned on her side, still resting on George's body, to reach down and touch his prick. She worked the foreskin up over the head, wetting her hand with! the pre-seminal fluid that escaped from the hole.
"I guess real screwing is really something." She . sighed. "HI probably have to give my cherry to some; old fart who can't even get it up, George-I'll have to break it for him!"
"You're something else," said George. He sighed. "Although I'm not sure what-Christ, stop that! Come on, Clemmie, get off me now. We really have to stop screwing around!"
"Why, George? I'm having fun-aren't you?"
"Jesus, fun isn't the word. You're tearing me apart-I do want to fuck you, goddam it! But we both know I can't! You're driving me crazy!"
Suddenly the girl was twisting, turning on him until her knees pressed down against his shoulders. Her hands moved to his cock again, once more working the shaft, and then she reached down again to play with his balls, the other hand working the foreskin down completely so that she could study the shape of the head more closely. She placed one fingertip against the hole that still oozed pale yellow fluid, working it into the opening; then she brought the fingertip to her lips to taste.
"Oh, Jesus! Please, Clemmie!" he begged. "Please!" She wiggled her groin against his chest, pussy leaving a slick trail through the hairy mat from nipple to nipple, asshole bouncing up and down. Her lips kissed his cockhead again, then opened to take it in as she .'shifted into a slightly more comfortable position that left one knee digging sharply against his side.
George raised his head to look straight into her crotch, and saw the gaping opening of Clemmie's cunt. He wanted to reach down and grab her goddamn head, force her all of the way down on his meat, but won the battle to keep his hands against the cushion.
And now Clemmie was sucking him again, using all of the strength of her mouth as her throat worked in rhythm with her hands toying against his balls. Her fingers moved up and down against the bottom half of his cock as her lips came down to the midpoint, George's ass rising from the couch now, thrusting up against her each time that she sucked him in again, then dropping back when she reversed the action. And each time that she had as much of his meat as she could take, the head of his cock battered the uvula, trying to force a way past the block and deep into her gullet, into her body.
He couldn't keep his hands still: he grabbed her ass, squeezing her meat in his fingers, working her as she worked against him, stretching her buttocks apart until he could see her rectum opening in reflex. He was fucking into her mouth now with his full force, Clemmie at last forced to pull back, to fight to stay above him. Her teeth were aching with the strain of holding his cock, her hands squeezing tight against the base of-his shaft as she tried to regain control, tried to hold him back. But her touch only served to madden him" further, drive him farther in his lust-fueled frenzy.
"CLEMMIE! OH, JESUS! OH, GOD! I DON'T! WANT TO DO THIS! GOD HELP ME! STOP ME! JESUSSSSSSSSSS-I WANT IT! I WANT IT! FUCK! JESUS, FUCK! FUCK ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU LITTLE CUNT! YOU LITTLE WHORE!, SUCK ME! SWALLOW MY COCK! EAT IT ALL, BITE IT OFF ME! DAMN YOU, DO IT! DO IT TO ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Clemmie was holding still now, drawing back from his rising cock. The force of his slamming raised his ass from the cushion, slapping their bellies against their chests until her tits were deformed, crushed by the blows. George's tongue lolled from his mouth, was captured by his own teeth-but he did not feel the pain of his bite as he still tried to fuck into her, tried to raise up far enough to completely capture the girl. He wanted to feel Clemmie's teeth against his balls, wanted to feel his cock deep inside her throat, wanted to pour his come straight into her belly without giving her a chance to taste him.
The fury of his movements shook the massive frame of the couch against the tiled floor of the studio, raising a surprising clatter that went unheard in his driving passion. Blood roared in his ears as the girl gave all her attention to riding him, to staying with the storm that she had created. A gun could have fired near them without his hearing, and the faint noise that came from the outer office where somebody was trying to force the door had no chance at all of breaking through.
"OH, JESUS, CLEMMIE! I'M COMING! SUCK ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH! I'M COM-INNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
He rose against her, the factories in his testicles working now to rise to the climax, the first bullets of his seed spattering against the roof of her mouth as Clemmie tried to escape from him. But she was completely captured, his thighs, his knees, his feet rising .off the cushions to wrap together against her head, over her head. His ass was no longer working, only twitching, as the powerful man-fluid shot out of his balls, shot out of his cock, filling the girl's mouth completely.
"JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
She swallowed him deep, sucking him deep, taking him all of the way inside until his come was churning the juices of her belly....
CHAPTER TWO
Mama was pissed royal at me, but it wasn't my fault that old George had the smarts to check the door after she left. When I think about it, my ass still stings from the spanking she gave me with the hairbrush when we got home. That was before she shoved my . face down into her pussy, made me lick her out. She kept the brush handy, and every time she felt my teeth on anything but her clit I got one hell of a whack to remind me what I was doing.
But I don't care-about the spanking, I mean. I like sucking Mama's pussy. And I liked George, even if he did hurt me with his cock, so I was glad she couldn't catch him like she had planned. I hope they don't sell me to very many men who can use their cocks like George, but I'll always remember him for being the first man to come in my mouth. Still, if all the cocks are going to be as hard as his, then I'm not ; sure I'm going to like this business very much.
Not as much as I like fucking around.
Besides, it isn't fair for George to be cheated out of his fee. I saw the proofs of the pictures when Daddy went back to pick them up-Mama wouldn't go that time-and he ordered the shots he wants to show the men who are going to buy me. He and Mama already knew the one they wanted blown up to portrait size-it just shows me .naked, my pussy and all, but I'm not touching myself or anything. All that looks dirty is the way the tip of my tongue is sticking out of the comer of my mouth, so if regular people come to the house and see it in the living room they won't get the idea it was meant to be a dirty picture.
All the others are really dirty, though-I had to laugh at some of them, particularly the ones where I'm looking between my legs. Daddy thinks those are the best, too. He said he could just see some dirty old man reaching out to stick his thumb in my pussy and his finger in my asshole! So I guess old George earned his fee, all right-even the bonus blow job.
So, here I am: fifteen-and-a-half years old and waiting for my mother and father to sell my ass to some dirty old, horny bastard. I guess Mama's been planning on this for a long time now-maybe from the day that I was born. She never dared tell Daddy, though, until he really got desperate for money because of the way business has been for the last year. I don't think he ever had any idea that Mama was training me in sex, but she had my face between her legs almost before I was out of diapers. I bet I've sucked her pussy more times than he has!
I remember the night she first brought up the idea of making some real money out of my pussy. I knew she was going to tell him then, so I snuck down the hallway to listen at the door. And Daddy really blew his cork! He wouldn't even let her finish-I thought he was going to beat her up!
So Mama shut up about it for that night. But things kept getting worse and she kept working at Daddy, hinting that it was foolish of him not to take advantage of his most valuable natural resource-my cunt. Then she had been working on the problem of customers, and had a pretty good idea who was going to buy my cherry. At last Daddy couldn't take any more, and gave in.
My pussy was tingling right now, so bad that I had to stop and rub my clit. I guess my pussy is just like my head, wondering what it's going to be like to have a cock really inside me. Ahhhhhhhhhh, that feels good!
Of course, I've been fooling around with boys for as long as I can remember-I guess I was no more than five, the first time that I told Mama that the boy next door had pulled down my pants. She was pleased, although I didn't tell her that I pulled his down first. His little cock got hard when I kissed it, but he didn't know what to do with it, or with me.
He was two years older than me, I remember, but next to what I already knew about sex, he seemed awful dumb.
I must have been about eight, the first time that I saw a cock with hair on it-outside of the pictures Mama was always showing me, that is. He was Jimmy, our paper boy--he lived three houses down from us. I caught him out back of his garage, playing with himself. He wanted to run away, but I made him go up into the storeroom over our garage, and just like Mama taught me, I made him take off all of his clothes.
Jimmy was twelve or thirteen, and his cock seemed a lot bigger than that first little kid's-I can't even remember his name anymore. His people moved away soon after we played Show Me. But Jimmy had a cock that seemed real nice after some I had seen in pictures-although he was nothing like George, of course. But it was plenty big enough for me to wrap my fingers around and still have the head sticking out above my hand.
Jimmy was the first boy I ever jerked off all the way-I remember he got awfully embarrassed when the white stuff came all over my hand. He was lying on an old bed we had up in the loft, and some of his come spattered almost all of the way up to his chin. I think he was even more embarrassed when I licked up every drop-but by that time I had been eating Mama's pussy juice for years.
Just like the first time, I told Mama all about it right away. And she was pleased. I saw her giving Jimmy the eye whenever he came by the house to collect for the paper, and I guess maybe he was scared, thinking that she knew-he really thought I was going to tell on him the first time. But now I know that what Mama really wanted was a taste of his pecker for herself. Only she didn't have the guts to go after it, not then.
I played with Jimmy's cock for almost a whole year after that, and pretty soon he was just as eager as I for fun and games. He wanted to shove it into me in the proper way, really fuck me-but I wouldn't let him.
By that time Mama had already told me that the first cock to fuck my pussy was going to pay a lot of money for my cherry.
Jimmy's cock was growing bigger all the time after that, for I was getting a taste of it almost every day. It got to the point that every session on the old bed was a battle to keep him out from between my legs. He was really getting frustrated, and he finally told me that if I wouldn't let him fuck me, he knew a girl who would-he couldn't stand it any longer. It was either fuck, or kiss his hot cock good-bye.
So I kissed it, and then jerked him off one last time. I had him up in my own bedroom that time, for Mama was out of sight. I always wondered what Jimmy would have said if he knew that she was up in ; the attic, watching everything we did through a peephole.
And there were plenty of other horny boys around for me to practice on, even when Jimmy's family
' moved away. As Mama always says, the one thing that will never be rationed is cock. Every man and every boy has one, and most of them want to play.
All along, though, from my earliest memory, there's only been one cock that I wanted more than any other. ... Daddy's.
And now they're lining up the first customer for my cunt. I just know he's going to be an old fart....
CHAPTER THREE
The man sat in the deep armchair, almost lost in the gloom of the motel room, legs crossed and hands , resting on the arms of the chair as he watched Clemmie slowly strip off her clothes.
The girl did an occasional pirouette, little more than an awkward turn, as she moved to let him see her budding body. For she was nervous even frightened.' This was the real thing, she was at last taking off her clothes in front of a man who had bought her for sexual use. And Mama was not close at hand this time, ready to come to her aid if something went wrong, if he did something more than he was supposed to do.
He seemed satisfied with the progress of matters so far, his gaze intent as she reached behind her back to unsnap the bra, let it slowly slide along her arms until the shape of her soft swelling tits was revealed. The nipples stood out dark red against the rouged aureolae, erect, tingling with anticipation of the forbidden moment.
Now all that was left were her blue panties, silly little-girl things with an asexual bunny embroidered on the right cheek. Clemmie ran her hands down her hips, sucking in her stomach as her pussy worked within the fabric, the cloth rippling across the pudenda as it opened and closed for a moment. She arched her back, her tits standing out as her hand slid across her belly and two fingers dipped beneath the elastic of the briefs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! It's so hot in here!"
Sweat was beading on his forehead as he licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the delicious sight before him. Now Clemmie turned from him, bent to pick up her discarded clothes, her ass swelling the too-tight panties until it seemed the stitching must pop. He could see the brown spot of her asshole through the cloth, and follow the way the fabric molded itself to the lips of her cunt as she bent over.
He sighed. "You're a very pretty girl, Clemmie-but I suppose all of the boys tell you that."
"Oh, no sir!" She was in profile to him, peering shyly from lowered eyes as she tried to catch a glimpse of his cock. There was a disappointing lump in her throat as she failed to see even the sign of a cock stirring his trousers, or even the shape of its softness along his thigh.
"My Mama doesn't allow me to go out with boys, sir," she said. "It's not proper."
"Very old-fashioned of her, Clemmie ... and very wise. Come here, child."
She turned to face him again, still playing the shy role, and approached him until she was no more than a single pace away, her head bent until her chin touched the top of her tits. Her hair tumbled loosely over her breasts as Clemmie's hands moved behind her back.
"Very pretty," he said again, examining her from head to toe. Clemmie was sure that she felt the heat of his gaze cross her flesh.
"But those panties are really much too small for you, Clemmie."
"Yessir--I'm sorry. We're very poor. I have to wear my clothes until they completely wear out."
"Um. I don't think your Mama would be disappointed if these were to surrender now, so let's finish the job, shall we?"
He reached to hook his fingers into the waistband, hesitating a moment-and then he pulled down with all of his strength. The panties tore with a ripping sound, but for an instant the elastic on the left leg-failed to break. He looked across the back of his hand at her hairy mound, and then tugged harder. The last circle of elastic popped and the shreds of blue fabric were bunched in his hand.
"Now that's much better!"
He brought his hand to his face, sniffing appreciatively of the girl-odors clinging to the ruined panties. But his eyes did not rise above the level of her cunt.
"It really is much too hot in here for you to be wearing clothes, Clemmie. I don't want to have you catch cold while you're in my care-your mother . would never forgive me."
He yawned suddenly, covering his gaping mouth . with the wisp of blue panties, then opened his eyes wide. "My! I guess I've had a harder day than I expected. Me for bed, I think-how about you?"
He stood up, a tall man, almost skeleton-thin in his clothes. He wasn't at all the old fart that Clemmie had feared, although there was a big bald spot at the back of his pate and a good deal of gray in the brown sideburns. He was handsome, even, in a skinny sort of way-and certainly didn't seem to be much older than Clemmie's Daddy. And when he smiled, he seemed like a kindly uncle-not a man out for her pussy.
Clemmie faked a small yawn of her own. "Bed sounds good to me." She looked toward the king-size waterbed that took up the center of the room, the bedding already turned down in readiness for its use. Then she looked up at him, her eyes barely on the level of his collarbone.
"But I don't have my pajamas."
"Oh, you don't need those silly things-I never wear them myself. It's much better for the body to sleep naked. Your skin can breathe."
Even as he spoke he was undoing his own clothing, his fingers working the buttons on his shirt to reveal that he was naked beneath it. He slipped off his shoes, almost hurrying now in his anxiety, and then undid his belt to open his pants and step out of them. He wore no shorts either, facing away from the girl for a moment as he shrugged out of his shirt and placed both garments across the back of his chair.
Then he turned back, and Clemmie caught her first look at his cock.
It was very much like the rest of him-abnormally long and lean. He was circumcised, his prick dropping across balls that seemed grossly huge in comparison with the cross-section of the shaft, the sac a bright red where the heavy eggs pressed and stretched the skin through the sparse scattering of pubic hair. There was almost no hair around the base of his cock, either, although what was there was very long and twisted together. His cock also seemed redder than it really was against the almost colorless white of his belly and his thighs.
He saw that she was staring at his nakedness.
"Do you like my cock, Clemmie?"
He slipped his hand beneath his balls, lifting them, the soft shaft of the cock bobbing up and down across his fingers. The girl's head drooped even lower as she whispered her answer.
"I can't hear you, Clemmie."
"Yes sir. I like it. It seems like a very nice cock, sir-although I've never seen one like this before. Naked, I mean."
He pretended astonishment. "Are you telling me that I'm your first?"
"Yes sir."
"By the gods!-I never counted myself so lucky! A sweet young cunt and never before fucked! I can hardly wait-into bed with you, child! Hurry!"
His cock was quivering now with excitement, although still not standing out. He moved ahead of her to pull the bedding down the rest of the way to the foot of the bed, then watched avidly as Clemmie climbed into the center of the huge mattress. The water made the bed undulate in slow waves as she stretched out on her back, her legs primly together, her hands resting on her stomach just below her breasts.
Clemmie watched from lowered lashes as he stood there a moment longer, taking in every detail of her nakedness against the bright floral print of the sheet. After a few seconds she realized that he was actually trembling, his cock jumping now against his balls.
Suddenly he was on the bed, moving quickly, the mattress rising and falling in high waves as he rolled to be beside her, then stretched out on his back. But he was still a chaste six inches away from touching her in any place, his arms straight at his sides. His fingers worked against each other, chest trembling visibly as in his excitement he began to breathe faster. His cock flopped upward now, against his groin, as he looked toward the girl; and at last there was a sign of stiffening.
"Kiss me, child!"
Clemmie rose to support her weight on her left hand, looking down at him. His eyes sparkled with eagerness as she bent over him, pressing her lips lightly against his mouth. The contact lasted no more than a few seconds before she pulled away. It was not necessary to pretend to avoid his gaze now, for as her lips met his, his eyes closed and his lips opened, his face flushing with his excitement. His eyes stayed closed as he spoke.
"I have a daughter just your age, Clemmie-a very bad daughter! She is always making improper suggestions to me, saying she wants to see my cock, saying she wants to kiss it! She is shameless, a harlot!"
His eyes popped open again. "Do you want to kiss my cock, Clemmie?"
The girl shuddered, looked away-and then looked back at his prick, her eyes not rising above his groin.
After a moment she got up on her knees to bend over him, her hair tumbling against his belly as she lifted the length of his cock in her fingers. The cock rim was barely wider than the shaft, and she let her mouth touch him there, a kiss barely more intense than the first.
"Ohhhhh, child!" His ass quivered, his cock jumping with the movement to lie across the joint of his leg and his groin.
"Oh, Clemmie! My Angela is such a nasty thing! I took her panties down and spanked her proper, I tell you!-telling me that she wanted to feel my cock in her mouth!"
Clemmie looked at the shape of his cock, comparing it with her mental list of other male organs. Stacked against George's, it was probably longer; but it was not as thick, nor as attractive in appearance.-Certainly it was not a pretty cock, as Jimmy's had been.
There was one other cock she could compare it to-although her glimpse of the forbidden treasure had been all too brief, tantalizing, tormenting her secret desires now. She had seen the outline of it many times, for Daddy thought nothing of parading around . the house in his jockey shorts and nothing more. But he never took it out, never gave her a chance to see it-in its full glory, erect, waving proudly before him. She-knew that her father's cock was heavy and thick, for she had seen the briefest part of it last summer, at . camp in the Adirondacks-Mama was hogging the bathroom, as she usually did, and Daddy had to pee so badly that he went out to stand on the back porch of the cottage. From her bedroom window, Clemmie . could just barely see its shape in his fingers, although the broad stream of yellow was clear enough even in the evening shadows.
"Take my cock into your mouth, Clemmie!"
She pretended it was Daddy's as she accepted the long lean shape, sliding down on his softness until her lips and her chin were battering against the shape of his balls. His cock was stirring now, actually beginning to stand erect, although for the moment she could keep every bit of it within her mouth, feeling the pointed head sliding against the uvula to press into her throat.
"Ahhhhhh, child! Child!"
He humped against her, his hands clenched against the bed, until at last she pulled away, rose up to look at his sweat-soaked face.
"Did I do it all right, sir?"
"Yes-yes! Oh, God, Clemmie! I need you! I can't touch my Angela-to do that would mean burning in Hell for all Eternity! But I must have you, must have a young girl! You do understand?"
In answer, she let her hand trail across his stomach, finger twining for a moment in the pubic hair. Then she took his cock into her fingers, feeling it curve against her palm as it grew erect, almost half the shaft showing above her hand when she worked it down against the base.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Clemmie!"
She bent over him, let her tongue trace the shape of his cock for a moment, then shoved it beneath the burden of his balls. She swallowed, and the lower testicle popped through her lips, where she began to suck I on it as she had not yet sucked on his cock. Her fingers played with the other egg and with the shaft of his cock, her left hand pressing lightly against his groin to feel the trembling that seemed to have completely seized him.
"Oh, God! I can't stand it, Clemmie! My wife won't do this for me! I need it, suck me, child! Suck me!"
She worked against his balls, stretching her mouth to its limits-and suddenly both of them were within her lips, trapped between her teeth. She could no longer move against his testicles, for they filled her mouth completely. But she swallowed, and his ass humped up from the bed.
She was between his legs now, her forehead pressed against the shaft of his cock; she could feel it twitching as his asshole worked against the bed, her . eyes blurring as she saw both sides of his cockshaft at the same time. She rolled them upward, saw his hips protruding sharp against his flesh, saw his rib cage rise and fall, the individual bones marked clearly, the nipples standing up straight from his chest like miniature hard cocks, surrounded by their own tiny swirls of pubic patch.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH, HELP ME! HELP ME!. HELP ME!"
The girl rocked back and forth against him, her nose battering the shaft of his cock, until suddenly she found it hard to breathe. Her jaw cracked as she let his balls escape from her lips, rising up over him on all fours. His cock was standing up straight now. It touched her tits, moved into the valley between them, leaving a trail of wet pre-seminal slick that felt cold and hot at the same time as she continued leaning over him, the cock rubbing against her belly, pushing between her legs and across the cleft of her cunt until at last she lay completely across him.
His chin touched the top of her head now, his cock caught between her thighs. Clemmie was rising and falling with each breath that he took. After a moment his hands moved to her back, rubbing her gently.
"Oh, God, Clemmie! This is wrong, terribly wrong!"
"Don't you want me, sir?" she asked, not looking up.
"Yes! God help me, yes! I need you! I have to have you! It's a sin, but I can't help myself!"
"You're a nice man, sir. You can do whatever you want to me...."
For another moment he was silent; then he was lifting her weight from his body, stretching her out beside him. He rose on his stiffened arm to study her nakedness, eyes glistening with eagerness as they explored the softness of her tits, lingered longest on her cunt.
"Forgive me, Lord...."
Even as she said it he was lowering himself until his lips caught the nipple of her tit, pressed down against the spongy shape, teeth teasing at the very tip and . tongue tracing the convolutions. His lips worked for several seconds, and then he was sucking on her with all the strength of his lungs, his teeth grasping the nipple at the base now, his lips spreading out over the tit itself.
"Oh!" Clemmie gasped, stiffening, as he worked on her breast, her hands going automatically to the back of his head. She held him close, as though nursing a child, back arched beneath him, eyes closed tight as she felt his heaving chest moving up and down against her groin.
His weight was completely on her now, his hands going to her breast to take it, kneading its shape, trying to draw out the mother's milk that would some day be there as he remembered the joys-of nursing on his own mother. His chin was digging into her belly, the waterbed moving gently as his ass fucked against the mattress.
"Ahhhhhh, Clemmie! You're so sweet, so young! Can you take me, child? Can you take my cock?"
"I ... don't know!" she managed to gasp. "I've never ... done it before! Please ... be easy with me!"
"I wouldn't hurt you, child! I couldn't hurt you!"
His face was flat against her belly now, his eyes straining to peer up at her face. But Clemmie's eyes were closed, her mouth open just far enough to show that her tongue was trapped in her teeth. He was peering through the valley between her tits, saw the tiny mountains sagging away from each other as his hand moved below to touch her crotch, feel the wetness of her excitement as his fingers moved through the pubic patch.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
The girl gasped again, asshole tightening, groin' jumping as his hand moved across her twat. The middle finger rubbed the gaping lips, moved between them to touch her passage. She gasped again as his finger worked its way inside, found the tiny erect cocklet of her clit, causing a fire to explode across her entire system.
"OH, GOD! OHHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE!"
"Yessssss!" He was hissing as he twisted around, moved down on her, his hands tugging her ass around until he was between her legs. Now he was looking up at her cunt, seeing the distinct opening only inches from his eyes.
"Oh, yes!" he cried. "It is so beautiful! This is the way a young girl is supposed to be-naked, before a man who can use her as he wishes! You are naked, Clemmie, and you are mine!"
"Please!" she cried again. "Please be easy!"
"You're mine, Clemmie! Your cunt belongs to me! It's not as pretty as my Angela's-but it is young enough and sweet enough. I'm going to fuck you, child! Do you understand? I'm going to shove my cock into you, break your cherry, make you completely mine!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Help me! Please, help me!"
His hands were moving over her hips, caressing the shape of her ass, lifting her buttocks to bring her cunt into fuller view. Her legs spread apart, the opening palpitating as her cunt breathed in anticipation of his entrance, the juices already matting the patch of pubic hair. He swallowed and licked his lips, a drop of saliva escaping from the comer of his mouth to fall 'into the center of her gaping cunt, there to be captured amid the moisture already present and beat into a tiny white froth.
"Fuck!" he cried. "Fuck! I'm going to fuck you, child-I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU! TAKE ME! TAKE MY COCK! TAKE MY COME!"
"Oh, yessssssss! YESSSSSSSSSSSS! DO IT TO ME! PLEASE, DO IT TO ME! I WANT IT! I NEED IT! FUCK ME, PLEASE! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEE!"
"ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His cry was cut off suddenly as his lips burrowed inside the wet gaping lips of the young girl's pussy, his tongue moving within her passage to taste her completely, dragging the sex juice out from the soft passage. He swirled his tongue deeper into her, until further passage was blocked by the presence of her cherry, the thin shield stretched taut like a drumhead.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD; AGGGHHHHHH . GLUG! GLUGGLE!"
He sucked on her with all of his strength, trying to turn her passage inside out, his teeth digging now into the soft tender flesh of the cunt walls as his tongue circled the shape of the tiny clit. Then he settled his attention on her erection, sucking it with all of his power as he captured the nubbin of flesh between his teeth. Clemmie gasped, asshole tightening, buttocks clenching together.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME! PLEASE! YOU'RE ... I OHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES! DO J IT TO ME! DO IT! DO ME! SUCK f MEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Her guts were on fire now, a sensation she had never known with such strength, liquid explosions '! rocketing one after another, chasing into the far reaches of her flesh, lighting her nerves with a fire-I works display that seemed to transport her to heaven in all its glory. Colored bombs were bursting behind her tightly closed eyelids, fire racing across the surface of her flesh as her legs came up automatically to wrap around him, capturing his head there at her crotch.
His ass was working against the bed now, rising and falling each time that he dug his tongue deeper into her cunt. Growling his animal excitement, he could not pull away from her. The shackles of her thighs held him tight, bound within the cave of her sex. The bed was undulating in long slow motions, rising and falling each time he fucked against it. The girl's head lifted high enough to let her see the top of his head as his lips, glued to her pudenda, dropped her back again until she could see nothing but the wall over the headboard and the ceiling above them.
"OH, FUCK! OH, GOD HELP ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! SUCK ME! DO ME! TAKE ME! EAT ME! TAKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His fingers pinched the flesh of her waist, but the .pain went unnoticed. Clemmie was able to concentrate only on the wonderful sensations that were coursing through her groin, through her bloodstream. She had been French kissed by Mama, licked by a young boy or two-but she had never known anything to compare with this! She wanted to capture him inside her cunt, drag him all of the way inside her body, keep this wonderful maddening sensation going forever.
"OH! OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHH!"
He was fucking the bed now, drawing her out until suddenly Clemmie knew that he had taken her all the way. She was about to explode, a silver flower growing deep in her gut now, rising like a small bud that was rapidly opening, unfolding, shaking out its petals to scatter her burning essence from her body. Deep within her womb, where no cock had yet penetrated, her body reached its state of glory and began to unload against him.
He scarcely heard her cries of pleasure-but his mouth was filling now with her essence, the girl's life-liquid pouring out its bitter-sweet flavor to fill him, her cunt feeding him her juice, her joy. Her legs, wrapped tighter about his head to prevent his escape as his own pumping motions against the bed increased in fury, his cock sliding across the silk sheet, rubbing between the mattress and his groin to bring his balls to their own peak, their own explosion.
He was trying to cry out, to scream, to beg her to stop and let him go as his body pumped its juices across his belly, wetting him, making the bed sticky. But he could not pull away from her cunt, could not free himself. His ass worked in rhythm with the pulsations of her cunt as her juices ran into his mouth, filling him until he had to swallow them or gag, had to take them into his stomach until he was full of her essence, her life.
"AGGGHHHHHHH, GOD!" He broke free long enough to send the cry over her cunt, over her body, peering up at her heaving belly and waving tits. His cock hurt terribly where the head rubbed against the sheet, his chin digging now into her cunt, the juices soaking his throat, running down across his chest.
"OHHHHHHHH, GOD!" he cried. "I'M COMING, CLEMMIE! I'M COMING!"
"OHHHHHHHHH, YES! YES! YES "
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The cry escaped Clemmie's lips as her legs loosened their hold, moved to fall away from the man's neck, let him at last be free. She was drained of strength, lacked even the power to move her ass from the puddle of her come that had escaped his mouth to gather uncomfortably between her legs. And he was drained as well, able only to lie there, the side of his face against her cunt, his arms lifeless along his body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
He stirred, looked up at her, managed to rise far enough to move out of the vee of her legs and drop to his back beside her. His belly felt uncomfortably sticky where his come had smeared, the head of his cock hurting from the unnatural pressures that had been exerted against it. But the erection was only part-gone from his prick, the spear-shaft lying across . the juncture of leg and hip to point toward the girl beside him.
"Oh, God, Clemmie! Clemmie!"
He caught her hand, squeezed it tight. He was looking at her now. Clemmie opened her eyes to meet his gaze-and suddenly felt far more shy than when she had stripped naked before him. She looked away.
"Did I ... please you, sir?"
"Yes, child. So far you please me."
There was a sinking sensation moving down into her stomach, even though she had known that this was not all-that he was paying for her cherry, and everything else was a bonus. Suddenly she wished that she was away from here, back home with Mama and Daddy-back with Jimmy, who had so wanted to fuck her! She wanted her first cock to be one that she knew, that she loved! Not this stranger's meat, this long skinny prick!
But he had bought her, paid well for the privilege of using her, having her in the way that he wished. There would be no escape until the final draining of his come from his balls....
"Did you enjoy it, Clemmie?"
"Oh, yes sir! It was wonderful!"
That was no lie-his sucking was nice, far better than Mama had ever done for her. That was funny, for Mama claimed that only a woman could truly satisfy another woman, that only a woman could know just what she wanted to have done to her, down there. Clemmie had come to Mama's sucking, and even to her own masturbation-but the explosion had never been anything like this!
"Clemmie?"
"Yes sir?"
"Have you ... ever done this with your Papa?"
"Oh, no sir!" She sat up, horrified. "My Daddy would never do anything like this to me!"
"Yes, it would be a sin " He sighed. "That's why I could never do it to my Angela, no matter how much she tells me she wants me to have her. She does tell me that, you know, Clemmie-every day. She's always rubbing up against me so I feel her titties, rubbing herself against my legs, rubbing my cock in my pants. It's terrible of her, and it drives me mad!"
Clemmie did not believe him-if anything, the reverse was probably true. He wanted his daughter so bad that he had paid a high price for a substitute. She wondered if she would satisfy him, or if his demon would still drive him to lust after his own flesh and blood.
"Have you ... done it with boys, Clemmie?"
"No sir." She sighed, positioning herself on the pillows, shifting until she was comfortable. It was obvious that he was in a talking mood, not a fucking mood.
"Not really," she added. "Some nasty boys tried to . look up my pants, and once three of them caught me and pulled my panties down. They took out their hard peckers, but only one of them had the nerve to rub himself against my leg. They ran away when they heard someone coming."
"Boys are nasty," he said. "All boys are nasty, Clemmie-that's all they have on their minds. I'm glad you don't fool around with them. They don't deserve to have a nice girl like you. They should have to wait until they're grown up, let them jerk each other off."
He seemed bitter-she was sure that he was one of those who had lacked the nerve to do anything more than rub their own meat. As a boy, he had probably never even tried to look up a girl's dress.
Or maybe he was bitter because he had never done anything more than jerk off another boy?
Oh, well-she wasn't going to give him extra jollies by telling him her complete sex life. In fact, right now she would be delighted if she could go to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning with this whole night over with. But Mama had warned her not to expect much sleep this night-it was a good thing that tomorrow was Saturday.
Suddenly his hand moved to touch her, slid across her belly to gather the flesh of her tit. Clemmie flinched at the first contact, her shoulder jumping; but if he noticed, he said nothing. His thumb and forefinger captured the nipple, squeezing it gently, then giving it a fierce twist.
"Oh!"
Clemmie jumped, hand going to her injured tit. She sat up, looking at him in shock, but his attention was returning to her cunt. Now he moved her legs apart, slid around until her feet were cocked over his shoulder and he was staring up at her opening, once more on his belly. He reached up with both hands to spread her cunt lips, staring for a long time at the livid flesh of the opening.
At last he sighed, moved his thumbs within her cunt until they met the barrier of her cherry. He pulled up on her cunt, his thumbs pressing against her clit now, the little cocklet hurting as its tender flesh was touched. Then he began to prod at her cherry with one forefinger, as though trying to poke an opening.
"You know what that is, Clemmie?"
"Yessir-my cherry."
"It's also called your maidenhead-proof that you haven't been fucked. A cock can't enter all of the way into you until it has been split, and splitting it hurts. My cock is going to hurt when you take it all."
"Yes sir ... sir?" .
"Yes, child? What is it?"
"Please ... be easy with me. I don't like to be hurt."
His mood had changed. "That's too bad, Clemmie, You should have broken it before coming to me. A candle works very well, I understand."
Suddenly he was coming up over her, his hands grasping her sides, his chest sliding over her tits,, crushing them. His lips met hers for a moment, pressing hard against her mouth, the kiss completely without tenderness. The girl gasped, and tried to jerk free; and now he continued to pull himself up over her, until he completely covered her body, his prick once more hard within her legs and pointing straight at the opening between them, his chin touching the. top of her head.
"It's time, Clemmie! I'm going to fuck you now!"
"Please! No!"
"Beg all you want, you little bitch! Your cunt is going to feel my cock! That's all cunt is good for-fucking! Satisfying a man's prick! Making him feel good!"
The head of his cock was against her opening now, the pointed shape moving quickly within the outer lips. But he held himself back for a moment, would not move all the way in, taking pleasure from his power over the girl. He continued to talk, jeering at her now.
"You like cock, Clemmie? You'll sing a different tune when you have John Peter in your cunt! It's going to hurt, and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it!"
"Please, no! Please!"
"Beg, bitch! Beg me to be gentle! But it's too late-you're going to get me, every inch of me!"
"Oh!-ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His ass worked once, moving his cock inside her cunt until it was stopped by her cherry. His chest worked heavily as he sucked breath into his lungs, moving up and down against her tits, his fingers working against her sides. Now he was digging his thumbs into her armpits, until the girl gasped with pain.
"Now, Clemmie! NOW!"
His ass slammed forward: the maidenhead stretched before it, then thrust him back. His stomach muscles knotted as he gathered his strength, ass quivering with power-and then he was pulling out until only the tip of the cockhead was within her opening, holding himself there as he waited for the instant when her body was completely vulnerable. He felt the girl's tension beneath him, felt her quivering in . his fingers, against the sides of his legs, beneath his belly. He looked down at her, saw that her eyes were clenched tight shut, her upper lip caught between her ' teeth as she waited for the assault.
"NOW, BITCH! NOW!"
He slammed down, throwing all his strength into the blow. The cockhead moved swiftly through the soaked walls of her outer cunt, slammed against the shield to carry it back, ripping the tissue as though it were paper. In the same instant he was through, his long cock embedded completely within her body to batter against her womb.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT HURTS! AIEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! "
"Take it, whore!" He cried out in short bursts of ' words as his cock slammed within her, pulled out for a brief instant, slammed back again. "Take me! Take my cock!"
"PLEASE! I CAN'T! I CAN'T STAND IT!; PLEASE, LET ME GO! OHHHHHHHHHHH, HELP j ME! HELP ME!"
"Bitch! Whore! Cunt! Take my cock-take it all! That's all you're good for, to take cock between your legs! Your ass belongs to me, you little bitch! I own s you! I paid for you, and I can do what I want with you! Smart-assed brat kids, too goddamn big for their ; britches! Tease a man, lead him on until he's half out of his mind, then laugh at him! Well, I'm the one who's laughing now! HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Clemmie opened her eyes to see the mad gleam in his eye and was frightened. He was fucking her with all his fury now, each stroke carrying him back until : the head of his cock was barely captured within the-opening, then slamming all the way down again until the shaft was within the entrance to her womb, his. heavy balls slamming against the bottom of her slit.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE! HELP ME! HELP MEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK! FUCK YOU, BITCH! WHORE! CUNT! COCKSUCKER! BEG FOR COCK UNTIL YOU GET IT-SO TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL! DIRTY FUCKING WHORE CUNT BITCH!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! GOD! GOD!"
He was riding back and forth over her in fury now, until it seemed that every part of her body was filled with pain, her crotch ripped completely open until there was nothing down there at all but his slamming cock. He filled her, rode her, pushed her across the bed, his cock entering her body until it seemed as though the head of it were coming through the middle of her, coming all the way into her throat, as though his come would spume forth from her mouth when at last he shot.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! AHHHHHHH-HHHHHH, PLEASE! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!"
"FUCK YOU, BITCH! THAT'S ALL THE HELP YOU'RE GOING TO GET-A GOOD COCK FUCKING! THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED, THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT! ONLY YOU DIDN'T FIGURE ON ONE LIKE I'M GIVING YOU, DID YOU? HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, WHORE? HOW DO YOU LIKE A REAL COCK? DO YOU LOVE IT? DO YOU LOVE FUCKING? DO YOU LOVE ' ME?"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
But something strange was happening now as he fucked her, rode across her: the pain was leaving, ebbing away, leaving only the sensation of his meat filling her, expanding within her cunt passage until it seemed as though it were the biggest thing in the universe. There was nothing in Clemmie's world but his slamming cock and the sensation that it was bringing to her starved cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH, YES YES YES! DO IT! DO IT TO ME! I NEED IT I WANT IT I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK! OH FUCK DAMN!"
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE! "
"CHRIST CRAPPING! SHIT! TAKE ME, CLEMMIE!"
"DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE"
"I'M FUCKING YOU I GOTTA FUCK YOU! TAKE MY COCK! CUT IT OFF WITH YOUR ' CUNT! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!"
"FUCK!"
"I CAN'T STAND IT, CLEMMIE! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE! MY BALLS ARE MELTING! TAKE MY COCK! TAKE ME! TAKE ALL OF ME! YOU'RE TURNING ME INSIDE OUT!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'M COMING! I'M COMMINNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!" He slammed into her, through her, threw all of his weight against the girl, against her cunt, trying to force his cock an impossible fraction of an inch far-. ther into her opening. Clemmie tightened against him, held him with the walls of her cunt, with the strength of her thighs, dragging him down even farther until it seemed that he must be lost within her legs, within her cunt. He felt his balls working, the factory of his testicles spewing out the first bullets of his load, throwing the white shot into the passage that ran the length of his cock. His come exploded against the girl, through her, into her.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! GOD! HELP ' ME!"
Clemmie cried out as she felt her own juices spilling again, felt herself brought to an impossible second climax by his fucking, by sensations she had never known, had only dreamed of. The fucking was not at all what she had expected, yet it was more than she had expected. The man carried himself into her completely, filling her with his flesh until they were joined as one and it was not enough-yet it was too much, more than she could take.
"AGGGHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!" They screamed in unison as they slammed together, their bellies quivering, meeting wetly, slick with their perspiration, slapping loudly above the noise of their fucking.
"HELP ME!"
"FUCK ME!"
"OH, GOD!"
"OH, JESUS!"
"FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK! FUCK! DAMN! FUCK YOU!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "
"OH, JESUS!"
They finished together, their loads at last done spilling, the man's weight falling against the girl to balance precariously on top of her body, then sliding free as his cock popped from her cunt until they were both stretched out, legs gaping, outside arms tossed wide, inner arms touching and crossing.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Clemmie sighed, swallowed. "Oh, dear! It was nothing like I expected! I never dreamed it would be anything like that!"
He blinked, swallowed, his hand touching her body and sliding across the sweat-slick skin to find the soaked pubic patch. His middle finger ducked into the slit, came away to be held before his face: he studied the droplet of her come for a moment, then tasted it.
Clemmie saw what he was doing, watched him until his tongue touched his finger. She rubbed her breasts, which were aching now from bearing his weight, then reached down to let her own fingers work across her cunt. She felt her slickness, brought her hand up to study it as though she had never seen come before.
"Did it hurt, child?" Now that the rape was done, he seemed remorseful again.
Clemmie blinked, touched herself again. Had it hurt? There was the memory of pain-but it seemed something that had happened a long time ago, something that she could barely remember, like the time. she had had her tonsils out and her throat had hurt terribly.
She touched herself again, rose up, expecting to see a puddle of her blood mixed with the come. And there was red there, but nowhere near as much as she had feared. The tear had split quickly, bled little, and already it seemed more natural to have a cock within her cunt than the shield over it.
"It hurt," she said. "But it's all right now."
"I'm glad, child. I don't know what comes over me-when my cock is hard, it's as though somebody else were running my body! I'm just a passenger, watching-I didn't want to hurt you, Clemmie! You must believe me!"
"Yes sir," she said, softly. "It's all right-you didn't really hurt me."
"God, what makes me be this way! Sometimes I think I'm cock-crazy-cunt-crazy! I see a young girl and I want to rip off her clothes, fuck her right there, no matter where it is! In the middle of the street, even! It's terrible, Clemmie! I pray to God for the temptations to go away, but they only come worse!"
"It's all right," she said, moving to slip her arm beneath him, gathering him against her breasts. "It's all right. You can fuck me all you want. You can do whatever you want to me."
He sobbed, and turned his head to press it between her breasts. After a moment his lips found her nipple, began to suck on it. Clemmie pressed his head tighter against her tit, let her upper hand move down his side. His cock slipped between her knees, the weight of his balls heavy against the lower leg.
"Ummmmmmmmm." He mouthed something without removing his lips from her nipple.
"It's all right," she said again. "Everything is all right. You can do whatever you want, I don't mind." His cock was stiffening again between her knees....
CHAPTER FIVE
Mama was waiting when the cab brought me home the next morning; she had the front door open before the driver came around to open the door for me. I didn't tip him, for my customer had paid the fare-when-he brought me to the station-too embarrassed to have the cab pick me up at the motel. But the driver knew what we had been doing together. I could tell by the dirty grin on his face whenever I looked at him in the rear view mirror.
From the sidewalk I could see that Mama was wearing her fucking clothes, which meant that Daddy wasn't home. Too chicken to face me, I guess. I could see Mama's nipples pressing through the cut-outs on her bra and against the see-through blouse, and knew that she was wearing the black garter belt that was her favorite. If I picked up her skirt I would find that she was not wearing panties.
She kissed me even before I was through the door, and I dutifully looked up to drag the tip of my tongue from her ear down to the corner of her mouth, just the way she liked. Mama took my little bag and tossed it into the comer.
"Well, darling?" She held me before her, hands on my shoulders as she looked down into my face. "How do you feel, Clemmie?"
I yawned. "Sleepy."
Mama laughed. "The stud kept you working all night, eh? Well, we've got all day for bed. Would you like something to eat first?"
"No, Mama." I shook my head. "I just want to get into my bed and sleep."
"In good time, darling. In good time."
Her hand behind my back, we went upstairs together. I really wasn't up to a session with Mama, but I knew there was no way out of it. She was hot, excited by her imagining what was being done to me, and the only way to escape was to tire her out in turn. "Where's Daddy?"
"Doing something absolutely dreary in the city, darling." We went into my room, which meant that she didn't dare change the sheets on her bed, else Daddy would be asking questions. Anytime she didn't want him to know what we were doing together, the action was in my bedroom.
Once there, Mama stopped me to put her arms around me, drawing me close for a deep kiss. Her lips were always soft against mine, but her tongue was quickly pressing through, running across my teeth, dancing farther to probe against my own, the rough surfaces sliding together to give me the shivery feeling I always got when tongue-kissing.
"Ahhhh, darling!"
Mama sighed, eyes closed, as I let my face rest against her breasts. I could feel the nipple against my cheek, could see the color of the tit through the fabric of the blouse. My left hand was toying with the nearest tit while my other hand caressed her back, tugging the blouse away from the skirt so I could reach under and slip my finger under the elastic of the garter belt.
"Undress me, darling-please! Hurry!"
It was a familiar chore, one I had performed often-and as my fingers worked with the buttons of her blouse, as always my inner eye was seeing Daddy, not Mama. As I released the fabric from her body I saw his strong chest rippling before me, the hairy pectorals promising the delights of every man. I unsnapped her bra, pulling it down from her arms to let her tits sag free, heavy globes of warm exciting flesh that had comforted me countless times-but they were only her tits, not Daddy's chest.
"Oh, God, Clemmie! Why are you dawdling so? Hurry, child-hurry!"
I lifted her foot to remove the pump, then caressed her ankle and rubbed her instep. She sighed as she saw me on my knees-her favorite position. Sometimes when we were both naked she would make me kneel there for as much as half an hour, before letting me come up and kiss her pussy.
But the skirt had to come first, and then the stockings had to come away from the garter belt. Before I pulled the elastic down I looked at the marching line of erect cocks that was embroidered in red all around it. Once she had laughingly claimed that it was her score card of cocks experienced, but I no longer believed that-I knew of at least four cocks she had captured since the belt was full, and I probably didn't know them all.
"Come on, Clemmie! You're so poky this morning!"
Her lips remained open, her breathing audible as she waited for me to strip away the last of her garments. As I rose her hands worked quickly to undress me, tossing my clothes in the general direction of the chair-usually she was very careful to see that everything was put neatly in its place. As soon as I was bare she crushed me to her breasts again, planting her lips against the top of my head as her hands worked up and down my sides, fondling my tits.
"Oh, Clemmie! I'm so hot, child! Come-into bed! I need you, darling!"
I let her tug me to the bed-there was no way that I could control her today! She came over the top of me, her moist pussy pressing down against my crotch and her tits crushing mine as she kissed me again, smothering my face with her wet lips.
"Ohhhhhh, Clemmie! Oh, child! I'm so excited! Feel my wet pussy, Clemmie! See how hot I am!"
I reached down dutifully and let my hand trail through her pubic bush. The lips of her cunt smacked greedily and wetly against the edge of my hand, capturing it; I worked my fingers inside, the way Mama liked best, while her lips continued to move across my face. Her hands were playing with my tits now, tweaking the nipples to make them stand out hard for her. "Oh! Ohhhhhh! Darling, do me!"
Suddenly Mama came up over my body until she was kneeling with her knees in my armpits, my arms around her legs. Her thighs were straight above me, so that I could look right up into her pussy. The dark bush-the true color of her hair-was matted with wetness, with desire, and I could see her erect clitoris as her asshole flexed.
I moved my hands up her legs, my fingers gliding gently over her thighs until they were on the inside, reaching toward the greedy mound. I surrounded my Mama's cunt with my fingers, thumbs meeting beneath it, only a short distance away from her asshole. As I worked my fingers her cunt opened deep, the eager moisture running out onto my hand, a few drops dripping onto my tits. For a minute, I was afraid that in her excitement she would pee on me-that was something she used to do when I was a little kid, before my body started to develop. She used to say that my naked body reminded her of a little boy's, so long as she didn't look at my cunt. When she was really excited, she'd have given anything to have a real little boy to pee on.
"AHHHHHHHHHH, DARLING! OH, CLEMMIE!"
I thought she was ready to lower her cunt over my face-but suddenly Mama sat down on my chest, moving so that my tit was between her leg. She reached down to hold it with her fingers, guiding it into the gaping maw of her cunt, gasping her excitement. I felt the strong cunt muscles closing around the shape of my tit, felt her body begin to draw back against me.
"OH, CLEMMIE! OHHHHHHHHHHHH, CHILD! THAT'S GOOD! THAT'S SO GOOD!"
Mama sucked against my tit with her pussy for nearly a minute, and then switched tits, until my breasts were soaked with the juices of her twat. I looked up at her, to see her own huge globes bobbing up and down each time that she worked her cunt muscles, her head tossed back and her eyes closed in ecstasy.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, CLEMMIE!"
I moved my hands over Mama's thighs, rubbing her, pulling on her ass to make her come down farther on my tit. But enjoy the new game though she did, she' soon tired of it, wanted to feel my sucking lips against her twat. She shifted position, coming up over my arms as I held them together between her legs, then settled her cunt over my face. Her wet mound gaped wide to slap down over my nose and my mouth, cutting off my breathing: she held herself there for half a moment, squirming her ass around to soak my face completely with her juices, before she relented and let me have air.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Mama!" I cried. "MAMA! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUR PUSSY! GIVE IT TO ME!"
"YES, DARLING, MY LOVE! YES, YOU CAN HAVE MY PUSSY, CLEMMIE-YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL YOU WANT! TAKE ME, DARLING, BABY SUCK ME! SUCK MEEEEEEEEE-EE!"
My hands were flat against her ass as she lowered herself again, this time letting me keep my nose free of the top of her snatch. Her cunt gaped open to kiss me, and then I was servicing her in the way she wanted most, driving my tongue deep into her channel, eating out her cunt juices, biting down on her clit.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! CLEMMIE! EAT ME! EAT ME!"
"ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GLUG, GLUG-GLE! GULUGGLE!"
"OHHHHHHHH, DAMN! OHHHHHHHHH, FUCK! OHHHHHHH, SHIT! DO IT, BABY! DO MAMA! EAT ME OUT! SUCK MAMA'S PUSSY! SUCK MY CUNT!"
Her weight was heavy against me, hurting my shoulders, her pelvis digging down against my chin. My arms wrapped tight about my mother's ass, pulling her as close to me as I could make her come. The walls of her cunt were agitated now, moving back and forth as my tongue probed deep, dug through the soft flesh, stirring up the passage until she was driven nearly wild with excitement and desire.
"SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
I captured her clit between my lips, caught it between my teeth, biting down until she yelped with pain. But I was merciless, would not relent-she had me pinned to the bed, but she was my prisoner, my lips and my tongue and my teeth controlling everything my mother did. My fingers moved up and down her ass, worked to the cleft, found the brown entrance: I forced one thumb through the sphincter, worked it in completely, then joined the other thumb with it.
My hands clasped together, I was finger-fucking Mama now, working my thumbs back toward my face. I could feel them through the thin wall separating her cunt from her asshole, and now she was bobbing up and down, unable to restrain herself as I manipulated her organs.
"JESUS! DEAR GOD, CLEMMIE! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!"
"GLUGGLE! GLURG!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! GOD! SUCK ME!"
Her cunt walls were opening wide now-I could have shoved my entire hand into her passage, reached with my fingers back to her womb. The sucking power of my lungs was barely greater than the power of her pussy as she tried to turn my lungs inside out. It was impossible to tell who was sucking whom at that moment as she squirmed her ass around, trying to escape from my thumbs. My own tits were crushed beneath her weight as saliva dribbled from the corner of Mama's mouth and fell against my face.
"SUCK ME, CLEMMIE! SUCK MEEEEEEEE-EEEEEE!"
I was eating her, was forced to restrain myself from tearing chunks of her cunt loose with my teeth. I wanted to swallow her down, feed myself on her meat, on her twat, fill myself with Mama until I would never' know another hunger, a normal hunger, again.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! GOD! CLEMMIE, I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT! YOU'RE KILLING ME! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! SUCK ME, BABY! SUCK ME SUCK SUCK SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE! "
I breathed the stink of Mama's cunt, drew her deep into my lungs, her sharp odor intoxicating me, making me drunk on the sex of her body. I shoved my mouth as deep into her cunt as I could, until my nose was once again buried in the flesh and rubbing against her clit-and then tried to shove my tongue even farther, licking, licking, capturing the juices of her pussy, dragging my Mama's cunt into my greedy throat, my greedy stomach. I ripped my thumbs from her asshole, pulled my arms free to wrap them around her waist, dragging her down, smothering myself with her weight, with her cunt, as I sucked, harder than I had ever sucked before.
Her ass squirmed against my face, grinding her cunt across me, smearing me with her juices, with her smell, until even my hair was wet, plastered down against the side of my face. And all the time my tongue kept working against her, working deep within Mama's pussy, her cunt completely exposed to me, to my thrusting.
"AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out, wanting to scream words of lust, of joy, of fucking pleasure-but they were smothered in my mother's twat. I could only gag, making animal sounds: "AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "
I wished for a cock to drive against Mama's cunt, drive in her ass-I wanted to fuck the bitch as she rode down on me, made me bear her weight, made me swallow her smell and her juice. The taste was sharp now, piss mixed with normal cunt lubricants-and now I knew that she was close to spending, close to climax. I could tell that she was going to flood me by the way that her stomach tensed suddenly, her asshole drawn tight until the flesh of my tit was pinched in the cleft of her buttocks.
"SUCK ME, CLEMMIE! SUCK MEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEE!"
My own ass quivered, humped against the empty air, slammed up and down against the bed until my tits were bouncing. I wrapped my hands tight around Mama's waist, grasping my wrist and locking my fingers about it. Mama was grinding against my face now, twisting around until I could no longer keep my lips sealed to her pussy. She was all over me, one instant my eyes covered with the smacking lips of her mound, the next my chin digging deep into the soft flesh at the bottom of her slit.
She was flooding me now, even as she cried out the warning, screamed her triumph over my face. My own cunt was hungry for fucking, for sucking, gaping empty against the air as my own juices wet my thighs and my ass. I wanted someone, something, down there-someone to service me the way I was sucking Mama, someone to shove a cock deep into my twat, make me feel it all the way inside. I wanted to be squeezing against a male, a man, a boy-wanted to make him scream out for mercy as I brought the whole pressure of my cunt to bear on his most vulnerable, most exciting organ. I wanted to have Mama sucking me as I was sucking her-but there was no chance to cry out my needs. I could only drink of my Mama, take her juices, swallow as much of her as I could take into my stomach as she continued to slam her cunt down against my face.
I was. I did. I did everything that I could to please her, to satisfy her. But she was too much for me to bear, my strength was not enough to keep carrying her beyond the point of her first explosion. Mama spilled over me, into me, filling me with her cunt juices....
"OH, GOD! GOD "
She sighed, a long low wail without words, her ass quivering tightly over my face. And then she began to relax, eased the tension from her muscles, moved down from me to free my face until she was sitting on my tits. My hands fell weakly to the bed, palms upward, stretched out from my body as Mama looked at me with a contented smile.
"Oh, baby! Baby! You are too much!"
"Was it the best, Mama?" I asked, suddenly shy.
"The best-Clemmie, it was greater than the best! You took me way beyond any place I have ever been before! Darling, I feel as though my insides have been emptied out through my pussy, as though I'm all hollow!"
Her hand came to touch the cunt slick of the side of my face-and then she was sliding down and bending to press her lips to mine, to let her tongue lick across my features. I reached up to wrap my arms around Mama again as her tits overwhelmed mine, as her soaked crotch pushed down across my pelvis, her tongue tracing every corner of my face now. She was licking her juices from the corner of my eye, from the swirl of my ear.
"Oh, baby! I love you, Clemmie! I love you more than anything or anybody else in the whole world!"
"I love you, too, Mama...."
But even as I said it, I knew there was one person that I loved far more than I could ever love her, no matter what she had done for me, what she had taught me----I loved my Daddy most of all.
I wanted him!
Please, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your baby Clemmie!
God! how I wanted his cock....
CHAPTER SIX
Christ, it was hot in here! Clemmie pressed her legs together, and felt her cunt squish wetly. The perspiration gathered in her crotch. The stiff fabric of the brocade couch scratched her ass through the thin fabric of the prim pinafore-for although she was wearing a schoolgirl's dress of sixty years ago, she was bare-assed naked beneath it.
But there was nothing to show that as she sat with legs drawn back against the couch, knees held tightly together in genteel observance of decorum. The tight bodice of the dress bound her breasts down so that they were scarcely visible even as lumps, while her long blonde hair was caught back in a pale blue ribbon that matched the stripe in the white dress. The skirt came halfway to her ankles. Her legs were completely covered by black stockings, while a straw boater bobbed on top of her head. The broad brim shaded her eyes, and patent leather pumps covered her feet.
Jesus! How did people ever wear clothes like these? Clemmie plucked at her armpits and used the handkerchief tucked in her cuff to dab the sweat away from her forehead. Then she twisted nervously in her seat-it seemed forever since she had been brought into this overcrowded room, certainly more than an hour. She wished for her watch, but Mama had made her leave it home-nothing was allowed that would destroy the image she was projecting.
Now she caught a glimpse of herself in an ornate gilded mirror-and almost didn't recognize the little girl in the glass. The other Clemmie seemed much younger, no more than ten or eleven, thanks to the strictures of the dress.
She pulled at her collar, wishing that something--anything-would happen to release her from this prison. She was almost anxious to be done with it-it would at least be a relief to be naked, to be out of this damnable dress, although she wondered if the bedroom furniture would be any more comfortable than the overstuffed monstrosity she was sitting on now. The furnishings around here were obviously valuable-antiques, she was sure-but it was hard to believe that they had ever been made for people to live with.
What kind of an old freak was this, insisting that she be dressed like a little girl of 1910? And where the hell was the old fart? She was growing decidedly tired of waiting for him to show up. Let's get the show on the road, granpaw! Let's fuck!
"Now, Clemmie." Mama seemed very worried as she rehearsed the role to be played. "You must be very careful of everything you do and say. Mr. Blade is a very important man-and very rich."
And an old fart, she was sure. But her luck couldn't hold out forever-three times Mama had sent her ass into the night to earn money, and every time the guy had proved not to be such a disaster after all. Even Mama admitted that Blade was old.
"I'll be very careful, Mama. But why this masquerade bit? What am I supposed to do?"
"You let him call the signals-I'm not sure, but I think you're supposed to be his twin sister, who died when she was about twelve."
A morbid old fart, at that, living in the past with the memory of a dead little girl. Clemmie couldn't understand people who had to hide their emotions. If he wanted to fuck, why didn't he just go ahead and do it? Why make a big deal of the thing? As far as she was concerned, it was silly to play-act like this.
She reached down to scratch an itch on her leg, her fingernail bunching the fabric of the old-fashioned black stocking. There was an itch in her twat as well, and she wanted to dig all of her fingers deep inside it. But she held back, remembering Mama's warning.
Hot damn! Was she going to have to sit here forever?
The warmth of the room was making her sleepy, and she yawned-and just then the manservant appeared at the door, indicating with his finger that she should come. He was the butler, Clemmie guessed, although she had never seen a real live butler before. But he was wearing one of those funny-looking suits you saw in old movies. One thing for sure-he was one of the quietest-moving men she had ever seen. He had a way of popping up like that without giving you warning that he was near.
"You may come this way, miss."
He waited at the door for her. Clemmie studied him closely as she got up from the couch. He wasn't at all bad-looking, even in the silly suit-and he was young, even. And tall and well-built, to boot. As she came close to him she gave in to temptation and let her hand brush across his thigh, finding the shape of the cock prominent within the trousers. He flinched and stiffened, looking over her head without acknowledging her touch. But Clemmie smiled-his cock was half hard!
He led the way into the depths of the house, which was more and more like something out of an old movie. She quickly lost track of the succession of drawing rooms and hallways. Their footsteps were muffled by heavy carpets and then clattered across marble and parquet-and never another person in sight, until at last the butler ushered her into a suite that could only be the master bedroom.
"You may wait here, miss."
Clemmie looked around with awe, backing until her knees touched a sofa; then she sat down quickly. If the other rooms were out of a museum, this place was out of a sultan's dream! Every place she looked there were piles of pillows and sofas and lounge chairs, the big four-poster bed almost lost against the far wall, even though it was the largest piece of furniture in the room. But there was so much else to see that she didn't even notice it until after her eyes had swept across the piano-a piano in a bedroom!-and everything else. There was the impression of a great deal of silk and soft colors around her.
"Ah, sister!"
She jumped at the voice, and turned to see him standing just inside an open door. His hair was white, but he stood straight, though not too tall. She was relieved as he approached to see that his complexion was hardy-there was no sagging of the skin, as she had feared from seeing old people who wasted away their days on park benches. In fact, there was a strong spring to his step as he came closer to her, bending to press his dry lips lightly against her cheek. His hand pressed her shoulder affectionately.
"Home from Miss Hopgood's for the holidays, eh, dear? Well, welcome, welcome! We've missed you!
" Did the trip agree with you?"
Clemmie remembered her coaching. "Yes, brother. But I'm very tired."
"Well, nurse is going to bring us a bit of supper right here, and then you can go straight to bed."
There was a knock on the door as he said it, and . then the door opened to reveal a buxom black woman who was bearing a covered tray. Her eyes passed quickly over Clemmie, and the girl was sure that they burned with hatred. But the woman said nothing at all as she set her burden down on a table, then prepared two places for them.
"Thank you, nurse."
She definitely glowered at him, but still said nothing as she uncovered the tray, revealing a pitcher of milk and a plate of sandwiches and cookies. He rubbed his hands together in obvious pleasure as the woman poured the milk, and then Clemmie sat down at the table, seating herself primly on the edge of the chair.
She nibbled at a sandwich and sipped the milk-which at least was icy cold-as the old gentleman chattered on about nothing at all. She did not look at him, but was constantly aware of his eyes studying her. He was wearing slacks and a soft-collared shirt, and there was something odd about them-maybe they were as old as her own costume. She ate slowly, the meal taking up almost half an hour as she remembered Mama's instructions that she was not to hurry with anything.
But at last they were done, and he yawned widely. "Well! I guess I'm as sleepy as you, sister! Shall we both make a day of it?"
Clemmie faked a yawn of her own. "Yes, brother. I'm very tired."
He got up, tugged a cord to pull the curtains back from the bed. Clemmie saw that it was ready for occupancy-although with so many other soft piles around, she was surprised that they were going to use the bed. He smiled at her, then left the room.
She stood, then-aware that she was being watched at every moment. She stretched languidly, arms over her head, and began to loosen her dress, bending to undo the shoes. She sat on the edge of the bed to roll the stockings down, then stood to undo her buttons; raising her arms to let the air reach the moist hollows beneath them as the dress slid free. Her breasts seemed suddenly lighter now that they were free of their strictures.
Clemmie sat on the edge of the bed then, completely naked except for the hair ribbon that still bound her tresses back. The order was to leave that in place.
She cupped her breasts, smiling as she looked down at herself; and then ran her hands over her thighs and between her legs. She outlined her cunt with her forefingers, pressing it into prominence as she leaned back against the bed, spreading her legs so the unseen watcher would have a full view of her charms. Her finger rubbed between the lips of her cunt, digging deep for a moment-and then she jumped up to gather her clothes together and hang them over the back of a chair. Then she was slipping into bed, pulling the soft deliciously cool sheets over her nakedness.
Clemmie closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, the covers pulled up to her arms. There were several minutes of silence, and then the door opened to let her patron come back in. She looked and saw that he was wearing seersucker pajamas-certainly this was his young boy costume, as she deduced from the cut and the way he walked as he came to the bed.
He started to get into the bed, reaching to turn out the direct lighting, although the room was still kept from darkness by half a dozen indirect sources. Then he stopped, looking at her.
"Did you say your prayers, sister?"
This was silly! But Clemmie brought her hand to her mouth, as she was supposed to.
"No, brother. I forgot."
"Shame on you-out of that bed this instant! Do you want to go to Hell?"
"I'm sorry, brother."
Clemmie threw back the covers to slide out of the bed-but now he was recoiling in horror.
"Sister! You are naked!"
She looked at him, pleading. "It's so terribly hot today, brother!"
"Shameless! You hussy. What would Mama and Papa say? They left me in charge, sister-now I'm going to have to punish you!"
"Please!" she said, begging. "I'm sorry-I'll never do it again! Please don't punish me!"
He was firm. He stood there, waiting for Clemmie to come slowly around the bed, then lay down on her stomach as he indicated, her legs off the bed. She could feel his eager gaze burning on her ass, and could see him in a mirror on the other side of the room. Her eyes riveted on the lump in his crotch-it was bigger than she had expected, although there still was no sign of his meat stirring to erection. Now he was moving closer to her, raising his hand.
Crack!
"Owwwwwwwwwww!"
Clemmie cried out involuntarily as his hand slapped the cheek of her ass, even though she was expecting it. It stung! Mama and Daddy never spanked her-what right did this old bastard have to do such a thing?
But a spanking was part of the deal, and now that the first surprise of it was past, it didn't take long to forget the pain. He slapped each cheek of her ass a dozen times, but there was very little force to his blows. Then he straightened, panting.
"Poor Papa! Poor Mama! They must never know about this, sister! It would break their hearts!"
Clemmie sobbed convincingly, and he softened.
"Roll over, sister."
She did as he said, stretching herself naked before his eyes, her hands tight against her sides and her legs pressed together. His breathing was increasing in tempo as he stood over her, looked down at the exposed patch of cunt hair, and saw the mound pressing upward beneath it and the soft rising tits.
"I'm sorry, brother," Clemmie said now. "Please-forgive me! I will do whatever you say."
"Anything I say?"
Clemmie saw the flush rising through his face now as his excitement reached a peak. She risked a look down, saw that his cock was definitely erect, the fly of his pajamas gaping to reveal several dark curling hairs.
"You will do whatever I say?"
His cock was lifting now against his pajamas, standing out-larger than any she had ever seen be fore. God, he was a monster there!
"Yes, brother."
"I must turn you from the path of wickedness!" he said, his eyes flashing. "The only way to do that is to make you know the ways of damnation, make you experience the depths of degradation! I must purge you of your wantonness, of your sensual desires!"
Clemmie flinched, asshole tightening as she watched his cock stand out ever farther-an instrument large enough to split her in half! And he was going to drive it into her asshole.
She had never been fucked there before....
"Please-"
"Silence!"
He backed off a step, pressed his fist to his forehead, eyes closed in intense concentration. After a moment he opened them again, looked down at her.
"Spread your legs-show me your lust!"
She did as he said, letting him look into the gap of her cunt. For another moment he stood riveted-and then he was leaping away from the bed to pull a signal cord. Almost instantly the door opened, and the butler came in again.
"Hogarth! Take that whore!"
This was not in the script! Clemmie looked toward the butler, who was quickly stripping out of his clothes, a grin on his face. In an instant he was wearing only jockey shorts, and those stood well away from his belly, his erection thrusting them out. He came to the bed as he hooked his thumb into the band of his shorts, then quickly stripped them down, hopping on first one foot and then the other as he kicked them free.
He was handsome, even his cock. And now that he was naked, Clemmie saw that he was younger than she had first imagined-scarcely into his twenties. Little more than a boy, really.
But that was no boy's cock bobbing up and down before her entranced gaze as he climbed onto the bed and came up over her. He knelt between her legs for an instant, the old man watching eagerly. Clemmie was afraid to speak, and the servant kept silent as he reached down to ease the girl into a comfortable position, separating her knees and lifting her ass up. The old man came closer as he lowered himself to touch the head of his cock to her cunt.
Clemmie's stomach was tight, but her cunt was already wet with eagerness as it prepared for the assault of the butler's cock-not so large as the old man's by a great measure, but nothing so small as to be shameful, either. It was not the largest cock to have come to her cunt, but more than big enough to do proper service.
"Ohhhhh!"
She cried out automatically as his prick first slid against her mound, working into the slit. He was moving easily, gently, until now her outer muscles captured the rim of the cockhead and sucked it inside. For a moment they remained like that, he holding himself up on his stiffened arms so the old man could see everything that he was doing. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He slid into her with one easy movement, his cock carrying deeper into her cunt until he filled her completely, his balls tight against the bottom of her crack. Now be lowered his weight onto her breasts, crushing them, his chin digging into her shoulder as the old man moved around the bed to where he could see the butler's testicles covering his view of the cock.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Clemmie could not help crying out as he tightened his stomach, making his cock jump up and down within her twat. "OHHHH-HHHHHH, PLEASE! PLEASE!"
"Whore!" cried the old man. "Bitch! Harlot! Shameless in your nakedness-now you'll pay for it! Do it, man! What are you waiting for?"
The young butler was waiting for the command to release himself-suddenly he was fucking full into Clemmie, throwing himself over her body, his cock throbbing with the blood that rushed from every part ever larger with each stroke until it seemed as though of his body to fill the tissues, the instrument growing a flesh-and-blood balloon was in her guts.
"OH, GOD! PLEASE-PLEASE! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
"YAHHHHHHHHH!" he breathed. "YEAHHHH-HHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCKIN' BITCH! GRAB MY COCK NOW, CUNT! TAKE IT-TAKE ALL OF IT!"
"OH OHHHHHH! PLEASE-IT HURTS! IT-OH, CHRIST! IT FEELS SO TERRIBLE, SO TERRIBLY GOOD! OH, DO IT! DO IT TO ME! DO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCKIN' BITCH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "
He slammed into her, his cockhead ripping across the soft walls of her cunt to batter against the entrance to her womb, bending the tiny shape of her clit back before its force and bringing tears of pain to her eyes. But the sensation he was causing in her was far more powerful than the little bit of pain. Her arms wrapped tight around him as her nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tried to raise herself even farther, tried to give him more of a target to fuck into.
The old bed was rocking now with the force of their fucking, Clemmie sliding across the silk sheets with each blow he landed, until her head was pushing into the pillows at the top. The butler's strong young body was transporting her to a place of sheer joy, filling her with a glow of wonderful warmth even as her ribs and pelvis ached where the flesh was crushed against the protruding bones.
"OH, GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEE-EEEE!"
He crushed her tits with his chest, his fingers moving up and down her sides to touch each rib, to press beneath the ribs, her thumbs digging into the body cavity. Now he was greedily reaching for her tits, thumb and forefinger grasping the mammary flesh and working it sideways until he could capture the nipples. Clemmie was burning with desire as she tried to stay with him, tried to keep up with his wild fucking, her eyes exploding with fireworks.
"OH, FUCK! OH DEAR JESUS GOD FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
"BITCH! CUNT! WHORE! TAKE MY COCK! SWALLOW MY COCK! FEEL MY COCK! I'LL SPLIT YOU IN HALF, YOU DIRTY FUCKING WHORE BITCH! I'LL TEAR YOU APART! MY COCK IS INSIDE YOU NOW! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!"
"OHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! FUCK MEEEEEEE EEEE!"
"FUCK YOU! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS!"
"BITCH! WHORE BITCH! WHORE CUNT BITCH!"
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Clemmie was fighting for breath now as she clung to his wild arching back, the force of his fucking hurting each time that his pelvis slammed against her, but the pain unnoticed in the terrible thrill that he was bringing to her insides. She felt him in every part of her cunt, wanted to drag him completely within her body-wanted to have him inside, her womb taking him forever, to hold that marvelous cock there to service her whenever she needed it, however she needed it. He cursed her terribly as he fucked her, taunting her with names, with filth-but as Clemmie looked up into his eyes, she saw the wild smile on his face, knew that the words were only part of the game. "OH, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! "
"OH, FUCK!"
"OH, GOD!"
"OH, JESUS!"
"DO IT! DO IT TO ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEE-EEEE!"
It seemed as though her guts were boiling, steaming, ready to explode like a volcano. The heat traveled to every nerve ending of her body, every nerve and muscle alive with heightened sensation as the cock within her cunt transmitted its message of pure desire, pure passion. They had been fucking forever now, the room forgotten, the old man forgotten-Clemmie did not even see the third actor in this game, although his huge cock was now out of his pajamas, waving in the air as he climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees to keep a better view of cock and cunt slamming together in constant battle.
"BITCH! WHORE BITCH!"
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The old man was breathing heavily now, his tongue protruding from the comer of his mouth as he held himself on all fours, balancing on the tips of his fingers. His cock bounced up and down against his belly with the force of their fucking, his own asshole twitching in response to each of the butler's moves. Madness lit his eyes with desire as he watched the performance of his paid actors, watched the two young bodies joined together in eternal lust, eternal passion.
"OH, GOD! OH, HELP ME! HELP ME! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME WIDE OPEN! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
But her body ignored the lie in her words, knowing that this was the most intense, the most wonderful fucking ride that it had ever had. And now her guts were boiling again, coming to the point of exploding, ready to throw her come against the maleness within her passage.
And the man's body read the same signals, knew that it was time to start the final strokes, bring the final message from cock to balls to explosion. His testicles were working now to throw the first droplets of his come into the tight-constricted channel that led to freedom, the first silver bullets rising, the pressure far greater than any that which would prevent their release. His first semen came out into her cunt as he stroked back, held himself there a moment, her cunt writhing with desire as Clemmie's body worked to release its own spendings. The two advance guards came out, came together, met and mixed together, frothing white-and then the rest of the juices followed, his balls coming in machine-gun fashion now, once, twice, a third and a fourth time before halting for a second-and then came again, four bursts of his manhood each time, four separate gatherings of his come in his cock.
"YEAH! BITCH! WHORE! CUNT! TAKE ME-I'M COMING! I'M COMMINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!"
"AGGGGHHHHHHHH, CHRIST! FUCK CHRIST! MY BALLS ARE MELTING!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "
He slammed into her one final time, held his cock deep within Clemmie's cunt while their breathing stopped and their bodies finished the task of emptying the reservoirs of emotion. A red haze covered the girl's eyes as her blood became hungry for oxygen. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "
He expired with a soft groan, dropping his weight onto her again-and Clemmie gasped once and began to breathe again. His cock was still buried deep within her cunt, and now she felt the aching sensation in her pelvis and throughout her body. Her hands continued to hold him for another few seconds, then slowly slipped free, dropping to the bed.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, God!"
"Was it good?"
Their eyes met, and she smiled. "Oh, yes!"
"Bitch!"
The old man was angry in earnest now, rearing up straight over them as he kneeled on the bed. Clemmie knew sudden fright, catching the look in his eyes, and the butler rolled free of her, his cock plopping wetly as it came from her cunt, the servant standing up to look at his master with a worried face.
"You enjoyed it!" the old man said, accusing. "Whore-whoremonger! I brought you together to drive the devil of lust from her body, but instead the devil has taken both of you his prisoner!"
"Oh, please!" cried Clemmie. "I'm sorry!"
The old man was shaking in his fury now, would not listen to her. She managed to steal a sideways look at the servant-and saw reassurance in his twinkling eyes. She relaxed, knowing this was only more of the game.
"Bitch! Whore! Harlot! You shame this house, shame the name of our parents!"
"No, please! Please!"
Now for the first time Clemmie saw that his cock was waving from his pajamas-and suddenly she knew fright again. It was impossibly big-far larger than any cock she had ever seen! It seemed as thick as her wrist, terribly long and fearsome-was that thing really going to be shoved into her ass? My God, she could never take it! He would rupture her!
"Please!" she cried again, this time meaning the plea. But the old man ignored her words, her begging, as he came to her, moved between her legs to look down at her ravaged and sopping cunt.
"Bitch!"
His fingers were trembling as they rested against his legs-all this time his cock had remained untouched, even by himself. Now Clemmie could see his balls pressing the bottom of his pajamas open, drawn tight against the base of his cock. The instrument itself was not circumcised, but the pressure of his erection had forced the foreskin completely back from the glans, which was a dark brown in color except for the exposed under skin that was pink. The hole in the cockhead seemed large enough to accept a pencil eraser with room left over!
And now she saw that a drop of fluid was welling within the hole, a yellow-white translucent pearl that slipped free to trickle across the cockhead. She watched it in terrified fascination, then looked up at his face.
"Please! I'll do whatever you want-anything you say! Please-don't touch me! Don't fuck me! I can't take it-you're too big!"
He laughed, and now for the first time he touched his own cock, running his fingers beneath the shaft lovingly, pulling it up against his belly to let it flop free again, the thick erection bobbing up and down for several seconds after he released it.
"It's too much for you, is it? You can't take a man's cock? But you have to take it! You're going to take it!
I bought you, paid well for you-your cunt and your ass belong to me! And I am going to fuck you!"
Gone was any pretense of continuing with the game. He stood on the bed, nearly losing his balance for a second. He began to unbutton his pajamas, moving slowly-but not slowly enough for Clemmie, who watched in terror as the top came free and was tossed: to the naked butler. Then the old man untied the cotton string that let the bottoms open completely, dropping them over his lean shanks and kicking them off each foot in turn.
"Like it?"
Clemmie stared up now at the full fury of his cock-he was standing astride her waist, and it seemed as though his cock had grown even bigger. Now he moved back again, pushed his foot between her legs, bringing the big toe against her wet cunt. She flinched as she felt the toenail push across her pudenda, work itself and the rest of his toes deep into her passage. For a delighted instant the old man balanced himself on one foot as he fucked her cunt with the other, Clemmie flinching involuntarily and working the walls of her cunt against his intrusion.
"You do like it!" he said, happily. "Come on, girl-come up here and kiss me!"
He had to fight for balance again as Clemmie pulled herself up-but before she could stand, his hands were on her shoulders, keeping her in a kneeling position before him. Now his cock was waving in her face.
"Kiss it!" he commanded. "Put your tongue into the hole!"
Clemmie wondered if Mama had known that there would be moments as terrible as this as she brought her lips to the massive cockhead and let her tongue come out to slide across his meat. His flesh was burning hot, as though fevered, as she slavered her tongue across the glans, then pressed her lips against it, holding him with the tips of all of her fingers.
"Ahhhhhh! You do like it! Think you can eat all of it, whore?"
"Please!" she said. "I can't-you're too big!"
"You refuse to take me in your mouth?" He seemed amused now. "Well, then, it will have to be one of your other holes-but not your cunt. I don't like sloppy seconds! Get down on your belly!"
He pushed, and Clemmie was thrown off balance, tumbling to the bed. Before she could catch herself the old man was capturing her legs, jerking her out straight, her belly in the middle of the pool of come that had spilled from the fucking. Then she knew that his aim was deliberate, as he raised her onto one hip to see that she was covered with the smeared fluid even to her tits.
"Have you been fucked in the ass before?" he demanded.
"No-never! Please!"
"Shut up! I intend to do exactly as I please, bitch! You're being paid well for the little bit of pain I'm going to give you-so take it, and think of the money! Your ass belongs to me, and I am going to fuck it!"
He was kneeling now, between her legs, his hands lowering his weight as he held onto the cheeks of her ass. For a moment he continued to kneel there, but Clemmie could not bring herself to look back. Then he spread the cheeks of her ass wide and hacked: she felt the glob of his spit suddenly land on the target of her rectum, cold and slimy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "
The moan seemed to drive him wild with excitement. She felt the trembling in his fingers as he spread her asshole again and then lowered himself onto the target, and she closed her eyes against the assault....
And suddenly his cock was spurting its load over her ass, the sticky come running into the cleft and spattering across the cheeks, a few drops reaching the middle of her back. His shooting continued for a long time as Clemmie closed her eyes and fainted....
CHAPTER SEVEN
From my earliest memory, Mama was teaching me to take very special care pf my body because your body is the most precious thing you have. Keep it in good health, and it will serve you for a long, long time. Let it go to flab and do stupid things, and pretty soon you won't like yourself very much.
I love my body-every part of it, from my toes to the top of my head. Of course, the most wonderful part is the genital organs, for it is there that you have sex. And sex is the most fun thing of all the many things you can do, whether by yourself or with someone else that you love-or with several other some-ones.
Sex is fun. That ought to be the first commandment. After all, God made us in His own image, didn't he? Which means that God must have sex organs, too-and probably is the greatest bailer of them all. You don't really believe those people up in Heaven do nothing but sit around on clouds and play their harps, do you?
Sex is fun-Mama taught me that, from the time I was old enough to feel her pussy and laugh when she shoved her tongue into my baby slit. But maybe she should have told me more about the kinks, too-the kind of people who get their jollies out of hurting someone, or scaring them. That old bastard really had me believing that he was going to shove his huge prick into my virgin ass! Christ, if he had, he'd have put me in the hospital for sure!
As soon as he finished shooting his load all over my ass he got out of there in a hurry, leaving me with the butler. I was so relieved not to be fucked that I was drunk with pleasure-I wanted nothing more than another session on the bed with the servant. And he did let me lick him off a bit, his cock getting hard all over again. But he had his orders, and they were to get me out of there. Ten minutes later I was out the front door, my ass still sticky with come beneath the old-fashioned dress. I wasn't even allowed to use the bathroom.
Mama was waiting, of course, when I got home-she always wanted every detail of the fuck sessions, just as soon as I returned. By then I was pretty hip that she was wishing that she could be in my place. And after the session with the old man, I'd have gladly swapped!
I filled her in while I took a much-needed bath-Mama always washes my back and my cunt, of course; she always claimed that she could do a much better job of washing my sex for me. But I did not tell her everything-the size of the old bastard's cock, or the fact that he didn't really shove it into me.
She was delighted to hear about the young butler, and wanted to know every detail of the fucking; it took the entire bath before she was at last satisfied. She helped me dry off and powdered me, another special pleasure-but when I saw that she wanted a session of her own, I begged off, pleading exhaustion from taking two cocks at once. Since I had to go to school the next day, she let me off with a sigh. After all, Daddy was already asleep in their bed-although he wouldn't be sleeping long.
But by then I understood that Mama really preferred sex with me-she had always liked me better. For a time when I first started learning what other people thought about sex, and the way people did it, I wondered if Mama was a lesbian. But she liked cocks, too-although she seemed to have a thing for boys, rather than men. I just think that sex in all of its forms was the driving passion in her life.
I slept naked, as I usually did, my hand slipping into my crotch to rub my still-sore pussy. That was a good feeling, the way my middle finger stirred my clit and sent sparks dancing through my bloodstream. I wouldn't even have minded Mama next to me, if she would have satisfied herself with sucking me and not insisted that I service her back.
Mama's lips were so talented! I remembered the first time she had ever brought me off ... I guess I was eleven. It was right after my first period, which was an occasion Mama had been waiting for with delighted anticipation ever since she first found a few hairs sprouting on my cunt. My tits weren't yet beginning to grow, although she insisted that she could tell that they were there. But the nipples were still so tiny she could hardly bring them hard.
Daddy was away on a long trip when I had that first period, and Mama counted the days until I was finished, afraid that he would come home first. When she was satisfied that it was safe to touch me, she made a big production out of giving me a special bath and anointing my body with her most expensive oils and perfumes. Then she picked me up and carried me into her own bedroom.
"The bridal bed for the child bride, Clemmie."
She seemed especially tender as she stretched me out in the middle of the big bed, then slowly took off her own clothes. Mama had been sucking my pussy for as long as I could remember, of course-and I sucked her as well. But this was the first time that she could look forward to receiving something special from my body.
Mama did everything, wouldn't even let me move a finger to touch her titties. She positioned a pillow beneath my ass to raise me into the proper position, then spread my legs so that my cunt gaped open at its widest. y
"Oh, Clemmie! You're so pretty, darling! Your cunt is so pretty!"
Her ass was twitching as she lowered her lips to take the first deep suck of my pussy, her tongue moving slowly into me, pushing back until she met the shield of my cherry. Her throat worked strongly against me, and I swallowed at something different seemed to be happening inside me. My eyes closed as my Mama sucked on my sex and I was transported into a special heaven that I had never before experienced.
My own lips were working, my throat moving convulsively as my head pressed back against the bed, wanting to feel her twat lowering itself over my face. I wanted to return pleasure for pleasure, wanted to suck my Mama's cunt inside out just the way she was sucking mine.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, MAMA! SUCK ME!"
She growled something low in her throat, her ass waving around in the air as her chin dug against my asshole, her tongue darting back and forth like a fucking cock. She was holding my hips in her hands, her thumbs pressing so hard against my hip bones that they left bruises.
"SUCK ME, M AMAAAAA AA A A A AA! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE! "
I could not begin to count the hundreds of times that I had serviced Mama, that she had serviced me-but everything was different now. My body had exploded into womanhood even though I still looked like a young girl, like a child. She was lighting fires that I had never imagined could exist inside my body.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH, MAMA! MAMA!"
I felt it start down near my asshole, a circle of silver fire that seemed to grow in the darkness behind my closed eyelids, blossoming as it expanded to cast off petals of pure beauty that were almost unbearable r to watch. Mama had been sucking me for the longest time now-longer than she had ever sucked before, fighting to achieve the results that would prove I was at last a woman. I could feel the walls of my cunt shivering as she tried to turn me inside out, tried to drag my womb completely out of my body. I was trembling with desire now, I wanted to reach out to her, to make her turn around and lower her pussy against my own eager lips.
Mama read the signal as it coursed through my blood stream, the surface of my skin palpitating with the message. Suddenly and without taking her lips from my cunt she began to move over me, to turn around until my head was between her legs. I looked up to see her eager twat already wet with her juices-and then she was lowering her cunt against my face, her cunt completely around my mouth.
I tried to cry out in triumph as my lips caught her clit, dragged them between my teeth. But words were impossible for both of us-we could only grunt and groan our passion, our happiness. I sucked on my Mama as she sucked against me....
And suddenly I was coming! For the first time my loins were flooding her with my come, sending my juices deep into her mouth even as her own body responded, answered, sent her own juices out to fill my mouth and my throat. We drank deep of each other, Mama taking my virgin come, not letting a drop escape as she flooded my face, filled me with her essence, her desire.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AGGHHHHHHHH-HHHHHH!"
"ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
GLUGGLE GLUG!
"GLUG! GURGLE UGGHHHHHHHHHHH! "
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mama! I'm coming, Mama! I'm cominnnnnngggggggggg!
CHAPTER EIGHT
As soon as she walked through the front door of the house, Clemmie saw the other girl. She was seated on the sofa, waiting for them-a pretty girl, dark-haired and with an ass that was well-rounded even as she sat. Her tits were much bigger than Clemmie's own, but she seemed to be perhaps a year younger. "What is this?"
Clemmie turned to the man, who was bringing her small overnight bag in from the car. He smiled.
"Clemmie, meet Jeannie-my stepdaughter. Jeanie, this is Clemmie-a real pro. She's going to teach you the proper way to do things."
"Teach her?" said Clemmie. "What do you mean?"
"Jeannie's a little slow, Clemmie-despite that fantastic body. She really doesn't know what to do with her natural assets, how to make a guy come to life. So you're here to teach her the ropes, show her how to turn me on."
"Your stepdaughter?" asked Clemmie.
"That's right-I'm Jeannie's only relative in the whole wide world, since her mother died." He smiled again, and the girl managed a wan response. But Clemmie could tell that she was frightened.
"Jeannie knows that I'm her meal ticket," he continued. "She has to keep me happy, make me feel good, if she wants to keep the gravy train running. But she doesn't know beans about anything-how to fuck, how to suck, even how to hold on to a man's prick. I must admit, I was pretty damn disappointed-I thought you kids today were hip to everything, knew how to do it all."
He wasn't kidding; Clemmie looked at the girl again. What a creep this man was proving to be!
At first she had been happy to see him, see that he was decently young, somewhere in his thirties. It seemed that she had once again been lucky so far as avoiding the disgusting old men. She could tell by the cut of his trousers that he was well-hung, and the way he greeted her, taking her into his arms and giving her a deep soul kiss, had started the fires burning in her pussy.
It was not until they were in the car and halfway to the house that he mentioned anything about instructing someone in the art of love, and even then she had assumed that he was talking about himself. Now Clemmie saw that the younger girl was trembling, and her heart went out to her.
"I want you two girls to get acquainted," he said. "I have some work to do in my den, so why don't you take Clemmie up to the bedroom, Jeannie? You can help each other get ready, have a good chance to get to know each other-I won't be up for at least half an hour."
He disappeared into another room, and Jeannie came off the couch, smiling uncertainly.
"The bedroom is this way, Clemmie."
Clemmie followed her through the house, a reasonably new split-level in one of the nicer sections of town. There were three bedrooms and the usual two and a half baths, with nice furniture. As they climbed the short flight of steps to the bedroom wing, Clemmie caught a glimpse of Jeannie's room through an open door: it was small, and cluttered with young girl things, the bed covered with a collection of stuffed animals that seemed pathetic in view of what she was going to have to do for her stepfather.
The bastard! It was one thing to teach a kid to love sex from the time she was little, like Mama had taught Clemmie. But it was something else again to force attentions on someone who didn't know the score, make a kid pay for her meals with her cunt!
Jeannie's room shared a bath with the guest room, and the master suite was across the hall. As they entered, Clemmie saw the unmistakable evidence of a woman's hand in the decor, the selection of furniture. But there was also something cold about the room, as though its decorator had been absent for some time.
"Well." Clemmie stopped, looked at the other girl. "I really don't know what to say . ... "
"I know what you mean." Jeannie shrugged. "I was hoping that he didn't really mean it, but all he thinks about is emptying himself into a woman. Momma didn't satisfy him, either."
"How long ... ago did you lose her?" asked Clemmie.
"Before Christmas-almost five months now."
"When did he come to you?"
"He waited about a month." She would not meet Clemmie's eyes. "One night he got drunk, and used that as an excuse to rape me. I was too frightened to fight him, and too scared to do things right for him. Ever since he has been taunting me that I'm no good, that I'm not half the lover that Momma was, and she was no good, either."
"How many times has he tried to do it to you?"
"Four or five, usually when he starts drinking. It was last week that he said that if he was going to have to support me, he was going to have some use out of me. He said he was arranging for a real young whore to come and teach me the right way to do it."
She blushed as she said it, but Clemmie took no notice; after all, she was just that: a whore. But she felt strangely like a little girl, being here like this with Jeannie. She fucked, but she wasn't a teacher!
"We're supposed to take our clothes off," said Jeannie. "He wants us ready when he comes up."
The bed was a king-size water bed, the covers already arranged-it seemed as though everyone was ready to screw, no matter what else they did in life. Jeannie was fumbling with her buttons now, still nervous, and Clemmie took pity on her, quickly stripping off her own clothes to stand naked before the younger girl. Only then did Jeannie start to undress, and then she was awkward in her movements, until at last she was naked in turn.
Clemmie eyed her with her new professionalism.
Certainly her stepfather wasn't shortchanging himself on female attributes when he decided to take the girl for his bedmate. She was shorter than Clemmie, and would have seemed heavy if her breasts had not been so large-they were almost as large as Mama's. Her pubic bush was thick and curling, the cunt beneath it also large.
As she looked over Jeannie's charms, Clemmie knew that the younger girl was examining her in turn; she felt the heat of the other's gaze pass down across her breasts and center on her patch. Clemmie laughed, and the other girl looked up, startled to have been so discovered.
"Have you done it before-with anybody except him?"
"I guess so ... I've screwed around with my boyfriend. He stuck it in me, although it wasn't anything like I thought it would be."
"Did he break your cherry?"
"No-but he won't believe me. My gym teacher said I must have broken it in exercises, though, because I never fooled around with anybody before that. I was worried when I didn't bleed like you're supposed to."
Clemmie was surprised that she had found the courage to discuss the matter with her teacher. Jeannie was climbing onto the bed now, her tits hanging low as she rolled over the wooden frame to end up on her back. She looked toward Clemmie, who joined her, the two of them rolling together in the center, and bumping tits. For a moment they were entangled, arms and legs trying to separate-and then the younger girl was wrapping her arms tight around Clemmie, sobbing, her face pressed tight against Clemmie's breasts.
"Oh, Clemmie! I don't want to do this! I don't like to do it! It hurts me so!"
"Hey, it's okay!" She was embarrassed, tried to comfort the younger girl. "Everything's going to be all right, Jeannie. It isn't supposed to hurt, so maybe he's got the right idea, bringing me to teach you how."
"But I don't want to fuck him! I hate him!"
"So leave him. Walk out, take off."
"But I have no place to go!" she wailed. "I'm frightened, I don't know what to do!"
Clemmie was rubbing her back as she tried to soothe the frightened girl, and as Jeannie looked up into her face, her features streaked with tears, Clemmie moved her other hand to touch Jeannie's tits. She lifted each in turn, her other hand still pressed against the small of Jeannie's back, and rubbed the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Then she reached down farther, letting her hand touch the other girl's stomach, move down toward her crotch, one finger twining among the hairs at the top of the patch.
"It's okay, honey," she said, softly. "Don't be frightened-you have to relax. That's the whole secret. You fight it, you fight him, and things will seem twice as hard as they are."
Her finger slipped into Jeannie's cunt, found it wet with nervous perspiration. She continued to say soothing words as she let her finger move through the slit, sliding her hand down until she covered the girl's whole pussy with her palm. Jeannie was trembling, the vibrations clearly felt through her thighs, but she let her legs separate to give Clemmie freedom to move more easily.
"Oh!" She gasped, a half-sob caught in her throat as Clemmie passed over the end of her clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
"Do you rub yourself off?" asked Clemmie.
"... yes." She seemed ashamed of the admission.
"It feels good when you do it, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Well, that's the way it's supposed to be. Sex is nice, Jeannie-the nicest thing that two people can do together. It doesn't even have to be a man and a woman-two girls can have fun together, or two boys. Or three, or four, all bouncing around together! That's why the old world spins, and that's why people continue to make babies, so there will always be more people to ball."
She bent to press her lips against the top of Jeannie's breast, bringing both hands up to cup the pendulous weight of the mammary. Jeannie sighed as Clemmie ran her hand lightly over the surface of her tit, her legs drawing up in automatic reflex, thighs moving ; apart to expose her cunt to attack.
"See?" The older girl smiled. "You feel better already, don't you? And we haven't really done anything yet."
"Your hands touch me so nicely! It makes me want to open my legs-I want to be fucked, Clemmie!" Clemmie ran her tongue out of her lips, let it move over the surface of Jeannie's tit, swirling for a minute around the dark brown aureolae. Then she was sucking the spongy nipple between her teeth, biting down gently, feeling the nipple grow harder as it came erect in response to the erotic desires filling the young girl. She sucked deep for a moment, then quickly shifted to the other breast, repeating the same movements there.
"OHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT FEELS GOOD!"
Clemmie smiled around the mouthful of young tit, and increased the force of her sucking, kneading the flesh of Jeannie's breast with both hands. She was lying across the other girl now, her knee between Jeannie's thighs, her hair tumbling haphazardly over her tits. And now Jeannie was responding to her, was bringing her own hands up to clutch at Clemmie's back.
"OH, GOD! CLEMMIE! IT FEELS SO GOOD! I FEEL SO STRANGE! I WANT IT! I WANT TO BE FUCKED! I WANT TO HAVE A COCK IN ME!"
Clemmie swallowed, came up from the tit to smile into Jeannie's face. Suddenly their mouths were meeting, their lips pressing together in a deep kiss that sent sparks across both young nervous systems, fire burning in both cunts now, electricity crackling from their assholes.
She sucked against Jeannie's lips, her tongue battering against the barricade of the young girl's teeth, until at last Jeannie gave in to her, let her come into her mouth. Clemmie felt the rough surface of Jeannie's tongue against her own as she probed deep, her sensory organ moving all the way back into the hungry cavity until it brushed against the soft hanging that guarded the entrance to Jeannie's throat. She sucked with all of her strength as her hands fondled Jeannie's breasts, her cunt sliding over the surface of the girl's thigh to leave a trail of slick that was marked with the scratches made by her pubic hair.
Now Jeannie was returning the tongue-thrusts, her own tongue battling back until Clemmie's withdrew, following it deep into Clemmie's mouth. The two girls sucked hard against each other, finding and tracing every corner and every cavity of each other's teeth and mouth. Clemmie's ass was humping now against Jeannie's leg, her rectum opening and closing in reflex as she tried to drive her clit into the younger girl's flesh.
"OHHHHHHH, JEANIE!" She broke the kiss, gasping for breath, her breast heaving. "OH, GOD! I WANT TO FUCK YOU, HONEY! I WANT TO SUCK YOU! I WANT YOU!"
"YES, CLEMMIE! YES! YES! TAKE ME-PLEASE! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME! I WANT YOU, I NEED YOU! OH, GOD! I FEEL SO STRANGE! SO TERRIBLE! SO WONDERFUL! OH, PLEASE-PLEASE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Their groins thrust against each other, Clemmie completely between Jeannie's legs now, tits battering together and bellies bumping as though each had a cock to throw against the other. They were holding onto each other for dear life, fighting to stay together, not wanting to surrender the precious grasp of each other's flesh even though Jeannie's nails were digging in painfully. But Clemmie took no notice of the pain as she rode against the other girl, clung to her, held her.
"OH, GOD!" cried Clemmie. "OH, FUCK! OH, DAMN!"
"OHHHHHHH, PLEASE! FUCK ME, CLEMMIE! FUCK ME!"
"Warmed up, eh? That's good!"
His voice caught Clemmie by surprise, cut through their passion. The girls slowed in their movements, their heads turning together to see him standing in the doorway, smiling sardonically.
"You're a hot little bitch, aren't you, Clemmie? I hope you can make me scream like that."
He came to the side of the bed, held out his hands. "All right, girls-out of there and let's see how long it takes you to undress me properly."
He caught them, helped them out until they were standing on the floor-and then his arms caught them against his chest, his hands pressing them tight as he looked down at the four tits pressed against him.
"Jesus!" His cock was standing hard in his pants. "I can't wait-get to it, girls! Before I come in my pants!"
He released them and stepped back to give Clemmie a chance to work on the buttons of his shirt. She had tugged the tails free of his pants, and reached for his buckle, when he stopped her.
"Jeanie's job."
Clemmie saw that the younger girl was once again frightened and she reached out to him, fumbling with the buckle. But even in her nervousness it took little time to open the belt and to undo his fly and the top snap. His pants sagged open, dropped to his knees when she stepped back.
"All the way off, Jeannie," he said.
The girl looked at Clemmie, saw sympathy in her eyes. She did as he demanded, lifting his feet to tug the trouser legs over each in turn, leaving him dressed only in his underwear and his shoes and socks. Now each girl knelt to take care of one foot, and then Clemmie stood to tug the T-shirt over his head.
Which left the shorts, swollen greatly by the presence of his erection. He looked down at himself, smiled.
"Each of you put one hand in the waistband, and tug down when I give the signal. Okay-now!"
His cock rode down until Jeannie at last yanked the elastic free. Then it snapped up suddenly, almost hitting her in the face. Clemmie admired it, for it was a very nice cock-large enough to fill her cunt completely, yet not so big that there was danger of being seriously injured by his attack. His balls hung low, large in the sac, which was covered with crisp curly hairs.
"Kiss it! Both of you!"
The two girls brought their lips against the head of his cock, which was already oozing pre-seminal fluid. The foreskin was worked back by the force of his erection as Clemmie touched her tongue to the glans, capturing a taste of his man-juice. It was bitter, but not unpleasant, and she swallowed it down, and licked the rest of what was there, before Jeannie could beat her to the prize.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Christ!"
His knees sagged, and he quickly dropped onto the bed, rolling over the frame to stretch out on his back, legs and arms spread wide, a silly grin on his face as he and his cock both stared up toward the ceiling.
"Shit! Come on, girls-suck me! Suck me!"
Clemmie led the way onto the bed, trying to show Jeannie that there really was nothing to fear. She moved over him, bouncing, as the water bed gave beneath her knees, to straddle his leg, reaching down to lift his balls. Then, as the younger girl watched, she bent to kiss his testicles.
"Come on, Jeannie," she said. "It's all right-here, you suck on this ball, while I take the other."
His knees drew up, his ass rising as the girls made their way between his legs, Clemmie raising his balls to the level where their lips could meet them. She sucked the right one into her lips while Jeannie took the left, their mouths meeting again as the eggs rode behind their teeth.
"GOD! OH SWEET FUCKING JESUS GOD! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "
His cock was battering the side of Clemmie's face as the girls sucked on his testicles, the shaft throbbing and bouncing with each surge of his heart that sent the hot blood coursing into the swollen tissues. Clemmie reached up to capture his cock, rubbing her finger over the glans and making him gasp as a new fire burned him. She swallowed against his testicles, and Jeannie did the same thing at the same instant, the two girls slipping their hands beneath his ass to raise him into a position more comfortable for themselves.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE, LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Clemmie swallowed again, and brought her teeth down to press gently against the egg-mass. He was in perfect position, completely helpless-she could tear his manhood away with one convulsive surge of her jaws. And she knew that he understood his helplessness as she felt the tension quiver through his entire frame. The thought was exciting, tempting-after all, what better did he deserve, after what he had done to Jeannie?
But it was an action that she could never take-not unless she was being raped herself. She relaxed her teeth, came away from his balls, touching Jeannie's forehead to tell the other girl that it was time to surrender. They sat up together, looking up at him.
"Is that the sort of lesson you had in mind?" Clemmie asked, mischievously.
"Christ! You little bitch!"
"Ah, ah!" She shook her finger. "Mustn't say naughty things. Or mother will punish."
He laughed. "Christ, you are a bitch! I can see that I'm going to get my money's worth out of this night! Come on, girls-do me! Do something to me!"
His cock was so hard that it was lying flat against his belly now until Clemmie reached down to capture it, and brought it upright again. Her hand just barely fit around the shaft, and now she brought her thumb up to rub the glans, her fingers working up and down in very short strokes that brought the foreskin partway back over the cockhead. There was juice enough in the hole to lubricate the glans for her rubbing, and she sighed, his balls jumping up and down at the base with each stroke.
"GOD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS! JESUS!"
Jeanie was watching every move that Clemmie made, her tongue unconsciously protruding from the comer of her mouth as she stared at his prick-and kept her eyes away from his face. Now she reached out to let Clemmie take her hand, guide it to the shaft, wrapping her fingers around the hot meat to masturbate him as the other girl had demonstrated.
"OH, CHRIST! FUCK DAMN, JEANNIE! TAKE ME, GIRL! TAKE MY COCK!"
She looked into Clemmie's eyes, the older girl nodding, and increased the stroke of the masturbation. The sweat was standing out on his face now, pouring out of his body as his cock throbbed to the intensity of her manipulation. Jeannie was jerking him in full strokes, her hand almost hitting the top of his balls as she bottomed out, the cock almost slipping from her grasp as she came upward until the pressure of his erection wouldn't let the skin give any more. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! GOD!"
He was staring straight up, his arms thrown out to either side, his nails digging into his palms as the girls faced each other on either side of his body. Now Clemmie brought her hand down to touch his thigh, , lightly, the contact making him cry out again.
"JESUS! OH, JESUS! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, DO IT! DO ME! DO ME! DO ME!"
His asshole tightened with each downstroke, his groin fucking up against Jeannie's hand as the girl withdrew, trying to follow her. His stomach was knotting and unknotting, the cockshaft throbbing in her hand as his heartbeat increased, maddened, driven by the passion that was firing him.
Clemmie was running the tips of her fingers over his body now, from his thighs all the way up to his nipples, letting the hair that swirled around his chest twist about her until he yelped in pain, then letting him free again as she reached now beneath him, to slide her fingers along his ass. The tension had his body ready to explode, his teeth biting into his lower lip, the pain going unnoticed as she concentrated on bringing him to the absolute peak of excitement.
"OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK! I CANT TAKE ANYMORE! I CANT STAND IT! JESUS GOD, HELP ME! MY BALLS ARE BOILING, I'M TURNING INSIDE OUT! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY! HAVE MERCY!"
Yet despite his agony of pleasure, he was not reaching out to stop them. He forced himself to lie still under their ministrations, the two girls driving him now to the very edge of madness.
"OH, CHRIST! I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" Clemmie quickly brought her hands down to his cock again, captured the stroke from Jeannie without missing the beat, her fingers cupping his balls now to measure the intensity of their spending. His testicles seemed to be thrumming like the wire of a musical instrument as the first blast of his seed rose through the tube of his cock to shoot high into the air, then fall back onto his middle. And now she began to play his cock as though it were a hose, his come blasting out to land on his chest, his belly, his arms, his face, wherever she aimed.
"I'm COMING! I'M COMINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! "
And Clemmie held to his cock....
CHAPTER NINE
His come was thick and white, trailing now down the side of his cock, covering Clemmie's hand as the last throbbings ceased, died away, left him momentarily as though dead. He lacked even the strength to breathe, until Clemmie let go of his cock, showed her hand to the other girl.
"He has a lot in him," she said. "I wonder how many times we can make him come like that?"
"Jesus!" But he was smiling. "Don't you have any mercy, Clemmie? What do you want to do-kill me?" In answer, Clemmie placed her come-covered hand in the puddle that was gathering around his belly button, and began to rub the liquid over his skin. With her head, she indicated to Jeannie to do the same thing, the younger girl concentrating on her stepfather's chest as the two of them smeared the results of their first sexual game through his body hair, then rubbed it like a lotion deep into his skin. When they were finished his skin glowed.
"Ah, Christ!" He shook his head. "Too much, too much!-but I'm paying for the best. And so far, I'm satisfied, Clemmie! Come up here, both of you-I'm hungry!"
He held up his hands as Jeannie looked quizzically at Clemmie, but the girls did as he said, moving up the side of his body until he was able to reach up and capture a tit from each of them.
"Stay like that-on your hands and knees."
They did as he said as he worked their mammary glands, his fingers moving together as he kept glancing from one double set to the other. Each of the younger girl's globes was twice as big as Clemmie's, but the older felt no shame for her lesser development. What she had to offer was every ounce a woman's, and she was proud of them.
"Ummmm!" He smacked his lips. "Too bad you two haven't had babies-there's nothing like milk straight from the tit! If you ever get knocked up, Jeannie, you're going to have the kid, just so's I can drink the milk!"
Now he surrendered Clemmie to lay both hands on Jeannie's left breast, tugging the girl up until her tits were dangling over his face. His lips caught the nipple, sucked it deep into his mouth, his hands working over the bag as though he could somehow find that milk he so much wanted.
"UMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! AHHHHHHH-HHHHH, GLUG! UGGLE!"
Clemmie settled back on her heels as-she watched him suck on Jeannie's tits-but he had not forgotten her. After a few minutes he switched breasts, the other one battering the side of his face as he pulled down on Jeannie with his strength. And then he was reaching out to Clemmie, his hand finding her thigh, then slipping between her legs to touch the entrance to her cunt. Two fingers slid through the matted wet hair and forced their way into the slit, the girl opening her legs to make passage easier. He began to finger-fuck her as he continued to suck on the generous tits brushing his face.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS!" At last he broke away from Jeannie, smacking his lips, his hand still against Clemmie's cunt. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE-I FEEL LIKE MY COCK'S GOING TO EXPLODE!" Clemmie looked down, saw that his erection was as fierce as before, his cock resting against his belly again and his balls drawn up tight against the base. She started to reach for his shaft, but he dug his fingers into the wall of her cunt, making her gasp. She slammed her thighs tight against the intruders.
"No more playing-it's fuck time!"
But he showed so sign of moving. After a minute, Clemmie asked: "What position do you want?"
"This time, you on top. Jeannie, you watch damn close, because this is one of the ways I like it best-so figure that you're going to do it this way a lot."
Clemmie opened her thighs again to let his fingers escape, then moved around to straddle him, her knees on either side of his waist. He was holding Jeanie's ass now, keeping the young girl close to his head, his free hand playing with the lips of her cunt as Clemmie rose over his cock, held herself there for a moment as she lifted the shaft and positioned the head below the entrance.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST!"
She was lowering herself onto his cock now, impaling her cunt on his manhood, the livid flesh of the shaft disappearing quickly into the gaping maw of her cunt. She felt his presence coming up into her, the cockhead rubbing across the soft walls, pressing up across her clit, always moving, moving, farther inside. Jeannie watched as three inches disappeared, and then six, and then the final two, until the lips of Clemmie's cunt were sucking against his groin, their two pubic patches mixed together.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Clemmie swallowed, her eyes closed as she 'positioned herself on his cock, leaning backward a moment and feeling its length all along her intestine. "OH, GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD! SO GOOD!"
She sighed, leaned forward until her tits were over his chest, holding herself on stiffened arms. She moved forward over him, slowly, his ass rising into the air to follow and keep his cock planted deep, and now he was releasing Jeannie, reaching up with both hands to cup Clemmie's tits. He worked the nipples between his fingers as the girl reached the end of her movement, settled back onto her ass again until she felt his cock presence deep within her gut.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! GOD!"
"DO IT, CLEMMIE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
She sighed deeply again, and began to rock back and forth over him, his ass only following her partway now, until Jeannie could see his cock coming halfway out of the enveloping cunt, see it disappear again with the reverse motion. Clemmie was moving steadily, her inner fires lit by the cockhead that was making the regularly timed pulsing strokes in and out of her body, the pace set by her own desires, her own needs.
"OH, FUCK!" he cried. "FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
She continued the steady motion, rocking back and forth over him, eyes closed now as she felt the ecstasy, felt the power of her position over him. She was now the boss of the fucking, in complete control. She could drive his cock as deep into her cunt as she wished, make it come out almost to the point of slipping free. He was humping against her now, trying to stay with her, but Clemmie reached beneath her body to shove one fist into his belly, stilling his response. He could only lie there, helpless before her power, before her fucking, beneath her cunt.
"OH, FUCK! DO IT TO ME! FUCK ME, CLEMMIE! FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEE!"
"All All All All All!"
"JESUS! I'M GONNA COME! I CAN'T HELP MYSELF-FUCK! FUCK ME! I'M COMING! I'M COMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
She felt his cock expand, contract, within her body, felt his seed rising, felt him spill over to fill her cunt with his juices-and she knew that she was close herself, that her body wanted to increase the pace of the fucking, that she was going to explode. But Clemmie forced herself to keep on with the slow pace, keep control over him, milking his cock of all that it held as the muscles of her cunt tightened about him, forced the last of his seed to come out into her. She was not going to give in to the signal of his response-she was in control! She would decide when it was time to spill her own juices over him!
"JESUS! JESUS! I CANT STAND IT, CLEMMIE! YOU'RE KILLING ME! YOU'RE HURTING ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! OHHHHHH, GOD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Clemmie could hold back no longer. She began to rock faster, throwing her cunt down against him, pulling quickly away, the pace of fucking increasing with the tension in her passage, with the burning need to feel his cock deep within her, completely within her. She was slamming against him now, the water bed sloshing back and forth beneath them, her ass shaking each time that it came down against his thighs, tits bouncing until he could no longer even try to keep them in his fingers.
"JESUS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK MEEEEEEEE-EEE!"
"OH, CHRIST! HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, CLEMMIE! YOU'RE TEARING MY COCK OFF AT THE ROOTS! HELP ME!"
"FUCK! FUCK YOU! I'm FUCKING YOU!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
But she was coming now, her come spilling, boiling, pouring out over him, rolling down the sides of his tortured cock, beaten to a white froth between their groins, their bellies. She was gasping for breath as she reached the peak of her excitement, nearly rising completely off his cock on the upstroke, feeling as though she had split herself wide open each time that she slammed down on him again to feel his cockhead burning across the inside of her asshole. It was too much to sustain-but before she could collapse, before the final strength was gone from her body, her spending flooded over him, answered him, soaked-him in her strong woman-juice.
They screamed together, in pain and in pleasure, until she made the one final stroke, slamming down against him as her hands clawed at his belly, at his chest, her asshole completely open. Clemmie was gasping for breath as his cock expanded one final time within her, a dry thrust, his balls completely drained-and then she sagged forward, fell against him, her tits crushing against his chest, unable to hold herself up any longer.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God!"
"Jesus! Jesus!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
His cock was still completely within her, her cunt spread wide to accept every bit of his presence. But they were exhausted, for the moment lacking even the strength to separate, held together by sheer inertia as his breathing carried her up and down over his chest, her breath passing hot across his cheek.
"Oh, Christ!"
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
At last Clemmie opened her eyes, focusing with difficulty as red after-images continued to dance across her field of vision. There was sweat in her eyes as well, beads of it dangling from several lashes; she blinked, and shook her head, and in the same movement came forward off his cock, rolling from his body to drop heavily beside him.
"Jesus!" He reached down to cup himself gingerly, his cock soft now but almost as big as if still in erection. There was pain in every part of the cock muscle as he felt himself to reassure himself that it was still there, still a functioning part of his body. He lifted his balls in turn, feeling the ache deep in his belly.
"Jeannie, suck my cock-easy! I don't want to feel your teeth!"
The younger girl had been staring entranced by the violence of Clemmie's. fucking ride. Now she moved down beside him, reached out to touch the swollen flesh of his member, holding it tenderly. She remembered the way it had disappeared completely within Clemmie's cunt, and now she bent to let her tongue lick the length of it, tasting the mixture of their coming, trying to decide which flavor belonged to the girl and which to the man.
The foreskin was trying to work back over the cockhead, puffy and swollen now as it rode up across the rim. Jeannie ran her tongue around the rim, dipping it beneath the fore-skin. Then she accepted the soft length into her mouth, let it move back across her tongue toward her throat, until her lips were pressing down against the base. She felt the increased heat of his cock against her tongue as she pressed her lips into the base of his meat, then let them spring back, his balls also hot beneath her chin.
She swallowed, and he gasped.
"Take it easy! I just want you to get it good and wet!"
Jeannie did as he said, then pulled away from him, the cock popping as it came from her sucking mouth and fell against his belly. He sighed, and worked his stomach once, cock rising and falling with the motion.
Jeannie looked at their faces, saw that both had their eyes closed. She shrugged, and moved up beside him, taking the other side from Clemmie. After a minute he reached out to the girls, gathering them into his arms, holding them close as they rested. Although she had been frightened of this moment, of this evening, the younger girl found herself feeling cheated now as the other two lay in complete and satisfied exhaustion beside her.
She looked down at her stepfather's cock, remembering how nice its soft shape had felt in her mouth, how the heat had reached into her own body. It was not at all the terrible instrument it had seemed those nights when he had come uninvited to her bed. For the first time she had seen how a cunt could accept a cock, could really want a cock-and it made her firm in wanting to know the same wonderful feeling.
She wanted him!
She wanted to be fucked by him!
She wanted his cock!
Suddenly she leaned over him, to kiss his nipple; a moment later she moved up, to plant her lips in the hollow of his throat. His eyes opened in surprise, but he said nothing as she continued to work up, until their lips could meet in a deep kiss, even though neither tongue strayed to the other mouth.
Jeannie sighed, wriggling comfortably against him.
"Will you fuck me next?"
"Honey, I sure will!" he said, happily. "But you've got to give John Peter a chance to recover! I'm not a fucking machine, you know-human flesh can only go so far, and no farther!"
"Can I suck you now?"
He shrugged. "If you're up to it. Although I don't think it will do you any good."
Jeannie rubbed his belly with the heel of her hand, then freed herself from his arm, climbing up on top of him. For a moment she sat above his head, her cunt pressing wetly against his hair. Then she moved over him, stretching out over the length of his body until she reached his cock. She was not tall enough to keep her cunt pressed to his mouth as she reached her goal, but she managed to slither it across his features, leaving a wet trail as she pulled herself down to his cock. And his chin was only inches away from her slit.
His cock was almost the same as a few minutes before, still swollen painfully, the foreskin still half over the glans. She worked it down now, studying the shape of his cock with interest, tracing the veins that were still prominent beneath the skin with her finger. Clemmie was still gathered in his arm, and now the older girl reached up to rub Jeannie's buttocks, her finger moving into the cleft and finding the brown spot. As the younger girl took her first taste of his meat, Clemmie caught the chance to slip her finger within the girl's asshole all the way to the second joint.
"Oh!" Jeannie pulled off his cock again, surprised. She rose on her arms and looked around to see what Clemmie was doing.
"Does it hurt?" asked the older girl.
"No-but it feels funny!"
"Don't worry, then-just get on with what you were doing. I'll take care of this end for you."
He laughed as the girls exchanged words, and hugged Clemmie close to his side again. Then he released her, looking straight into the wide open slit before him. As Jeannie sucked down on him again her twat opened and closed, juices gathering. Straining, he could just bring his tongue to the point where he could lick the outer lips and catch her young flavor.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" cried the girl, coming off his cock again to bury her face against his legs. "Oh, please-suck me! That feels so good!"
"You get to work down there," said her stepfather. "You let Clemmie and me worry about what happens up here."
Jeannie took his cock again, deep into her throat. Although it was still sore there was a good feeling coming as he slid wetly against her tongue, the head pushing against the uvula. The girl sucked deep, the cock stretching to her ministrations even though it still was not hard. Her fingers lifted his balls, balanced them, rolled them gently back and forth as he gasped with pleasure. His ass was twitching now, humping up against the girl-and suddenly Jeannie swallowed as deep as she could, and the head popped through, into her throat!
"OHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST! CHRIST! DO IT, JEANNIE! THAT FEELS SO GODDAM FUCKING GOOD! SUCK ME, HONEY!"
"AGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, GLUG! GLUGGLE!" She answered him happily, the soft meat squishing between her lips as she swallowed again and again, his cock now erect again and pressing deeper. She could not breathe around his intrusion, but for the moment she existed on stored oxygen, holding him as Clemmie worked her finger in and out of her asshole, trying to suck him ever farther into her body. She swallowed: she wanted to swallow his cock completely, wanted to feel it all the way down in her stomach, wanted to have it come completely through her body and out again through her cunt, through her asshole.
"OH, JESUS! JESUSSSSSSSSS! SUCK MEEEEE-EEEEEEE!"
Stars were shooting across her vision now, his cock growing so hard that it was beginning to hurt her mouth, her tongue. Still Jeannie did not release him, did not pull back, until the instant came when she must breathe or pass out. She pulled off his cock with a great gasp, her breasts heaving, her eyes burning, her lungs aching.
Jeannie dragged breath deep into her lungs in short spasms, blinking the tears of pain from her eyes. Her face was in his crotch, the hot cock meat burning against her cheek, his pubic hairs wire-sharp against her lips as she recovered her strength, eased the pain from her body. She could feel his pulse throbbing through the great vein in his cock, could almost hear the rush of his blood in her ear, as she held him lightly.
"PLEASE, JEANNIE! SUCK ME!"
The girl gasped as Clemmie's finger bottomed out in her asshole, the ring squeezing tight about the in trader. Now Clemmie brought a second finger up to join the first, stretching the rectum even farther as she reached inside the. younger girl's body, and at the same time her stepfather slid two fingers deep into her cunt, pressing up against those in the intestine. The two of them were thrilling her as their fingers rubbed together against the narrow wall separating the two entrances to her body; to drive the delightful agony from her mind she buried herself on his prick again, once more sucking deep.
His swollen cockhead slammed against the entrance to her throat again, and Jeannie bounced back. It was too much to swallow now-but the memory of the soft cock sliding down her gullet was still delightful. She wanted it back, but for now she had to satisfy herself with the hard rod that was spreading her teeth.
"OH, CHRIST, HONEY! I CAN'T TAKE ANY J MORE! GET OFF ME-I'VE GOT TO FUCK YOU!"
Jeannie came up reluctantly, holding herself up on her arms until her tits bounced against his cock, wrapped around it. She pushed up and down several times that way, delighting in the feel of the hot cock between her breasts, then looked around at the other two.
"Take your fingers out of me!"
Clemmie laughed, and pulled free; her stepfather was only a second later in responding. The younger girl sat up now, feeling strangely empty with them not in her twat and her asshole, and turned around.
"Do you want me to do it the way Clemmie did?"
"Not this time! I've got to do the fucking-I'm not just along for the ride!"
She rolled off him, and lay on her back. After a minute he rose over her, his hands rubbing her tits, until she was bearing his complete weight. His cock was poking between her legs to rub against her knees as he planted strong kisses on her face. Then he moved down to lick his tongue across her breasts and suck briefly on each nipple.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus! You are hot, Jeannie-just the way I knew you'd be, once you knew how to do it! Aren't you glad now that I brought Clemmie to show you what to do?"
"Oh, yes!" she cried happily. "Oh, yes! Please-do it to me now! I want to feel you inside me! Please, shove your cock all the way into me, every inch of it! I want it all! I want it!"
He moved up across her, his cock riding straight up the sheet until the head banged against the bottom of her slit. The position was almost right; he reached down and held his prick to make the final adjustment, pressing against her cunt now. Jeannie was so eager . for him that she opened automatically, the glans moving in until it was swallowed up by her twat.
"OHHHHHHHHHH! OH, DO IT! PLEASE, DO IT!"
"YEAH, BABY! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"FUCK ME-DADDY! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE-EEE!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS!"
He was still pushing against her, his cock slowly moving inside. But she was tighter than Clemmie, even though her cunt was larger-for she had not been fucked so many times, did not know yet how to let her inner walls yield to the presence of a large cock. She was willing, however, her ass humping up against him as he hesitated, drew back a fraction of an inch, and then slammed all the way home in one massive stroke.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, DADDY! DADDY! DO IT TO ME! FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! "
"YEAH, BABY, YEAH! I'M FUCKING YOU, JEANNIE! TAKE MY COCK-TAKE ALL OF MY COCK! I'M FUCKING YOU!"
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I LOVE IT!
I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!"
He was slamming into her now with great force, his cock sliding her across the bed, the two of them rocking together in the oldest entertainment in history. Clemmie watched his cock slam in, pull out, thrust back again as his manhood filled his stepdaughter's twat-and she was filled with sudden jealousy. Jeannie no longer hated him; she accepted him now as her parent-authority-called him Daddy. The younger girl was being fucked by her Daddy.
And Clemmie's cunt was aching for her own Daddy's cock....
CHAPTER TEN
I'm in love!
It seems funny for me to say it, but for the first time in my life I'm really head-over-heels ding-dong gone , over a boy. And not because of his cock, either-r there are other things in life than sex, and I don't have my head always between my legs, sniffing my own I twat.
Although Jerry has a very nice cock. And while he doesn't know beans about farting when it comes to fucking, that's a situation I'm rapidly changing. In my favor.
Jerry's been around me all my life, I guess-as far back as I can remember, he's been in my class. He's one of those shy kids you never notice-never has a birthday party of his own, and when he comes to your house, spends all his time sitting in the corner, listening to your mother.
Except that if he listened to my mother, he'd have spent his party time up in bed. Her bed.
Now he's in my bed every chance we get.
Not that Mama hasn't passed eyes over Jerry, just as she does every good-looking boy who comes near. But she's never had the nerve to go after them, even though I know now that she'd give up almost anything to have the opportunity to ball a cute boy-type kid.
I don't dare tell her now that Jerry is it, so far as my love-life is concerned-she'd have him stripped naked and raped of his balls before he could put his hand over his zipper. Besides, I'm not about to share this particular piece of boy-meat with her, even second-hand. I told her about all the other kids that I screwed around with, but I'm keeping the news of Jerry strictly to myself.
And I'll always remember my first look at Jerry's pecker. I was cutting out the back way from school, after I had to stay an hour late to make up some stupid lab. The way led through the school bus parking I lot, and as I came around the corner of the row, there was Jerry, taking a very much needed piss. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see me, and from the expression on his face I knew that it was relief very much enjoyed. I was all the way up to him when he finally shook the last drops free, sighed, and opened his eyes.
And nearly died, to see me standing there.
"Hi!" I smiled my most innocent smile at him, figuring on nothing more than a little fucking around game-I was always ready to grab hold of a piece of boy-meat and give it a toss or a suck. There was no such thing as too big or too small-although I never screwed around with kids too little to have hair on their balls. Not since I was very little, myself.
"Uh, uh, glug!"
His eyes were glassy, but his fingers kept hold of his prick-a very nice handful of meat it was, too. He forgot that he should stuff it back inside his pants. All I was carrying was my sweater, so it was no effort at all for me to put my hand over the head of his cock.
"Clemmie!"
I had to laugh-I thought he was going to turn purple. Now he was really trying to stuff his cock back in his pants, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even do it right. I put my arm around his waist, pulled his prick free of his fingers with my other hand, and bent to kiss it. There was still a drop of piss in the hole, but I didn't mind-it was salty, of course, but sweet at the same time. The flavor I've always associated with Jerry ever since.
"Don't!" he cried. "Someone will come!"
"Who cares?" Now I was on my knees, taking his cock all the way into my mouth. It wasn't as big as some of those who had been paying to fuck me, but it certainly was a mouthful. And it certainly got hard quick enough when I started to work my mouth against it.
"Please!" he begged. "We shouldn't be doing this!"
"Oh, pooh! Why not? Your pecker certainly likes it, and I want to do it-so what's the harm?"
"It's not right! It's a sin!"
I looked up at his freckled all-American boy scout face, to see if he was serious. He was. Brainwashed. What a terrible thing to do to a kid, teaching him that it was bad to enjoy your own body!
But his pecker was showing no signs of softening, and it only took me about two minutes of ignoring his protest to drag him into the nearest bus, push him down on the long back seat where I took his pants and his shorts off. His pecker stuck straight up into the air when I made him stretch out on the seat, almost as hot as the blush that was coloring his face. "Have you ever screwed a girl?"
"No!" He was frightened half out of his wits-and completely in my power. He kept looking around for an escape, but his ass stayed glued to that seat as I began to work on his cock, working him up.
"Clemmie! Please!"
"Oh, hush!" I was skinning out of my panties, stuffing them in the pocket of my sweater. Now I got up over him, hiking my skirt up to my waist. Bare-ass naked from my waist to my ankles, I was proud of the way my pubic patch captured his eyes, dragged them to my cunt.
"Do you know what you're looking at?" I asked. "No!-yes! Please, Clemmie! Don't!"
"It's my pussy. My cunt, my twat, my slit, my crack. It's what boys are always trying to get a look at, and here I'm giving you a free shot-why don't you appreciate your good luck?"
He moaned, and I smiled, smothering my laugh. He closed his eyes, but I wasn't going to let him escape that easily. I sat down on his thighs, my cunt already wet with my desire, the juices soaking his hairless skin.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, please, Clemmie! Please!"
"I do please," I answered. "And I'm going to please you, too, before I'm finished. So relax."
I pushed his shirt and undershirt up to his armpits, and let my fingers swirl around his little titties. Outside of his crotch, his body was completely hairless-could have been a young girl's, so long as I kept my eyes on the belly button and above, and below his face. Now I was tickling one finger down to his belly, making ever smaller circles with it, while I reached down with my other hand to cup his balls and squeeze the base of his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I looked up at his face, saw a tear squeeze beneath his closed eyelid, and suddenly I felt pity for him. Only the fact that my pussy was now heating to the point where the itch was maddening made me keep on with my sex game, stopped me from letting him go.
I had his cock captured in my fingers now, moved back down his legs so that I could bend over and suck it deep into my mouth. Jerry sighed again, and from the comer of my eye I saw his fingers unclench and stop their trembling. His cock jumped in my lips, and I knew that he was mine.
"Have you ever done it?" I asked.
He shook his head without opening his eyes. I came up over him, lifting my skirt again, and positioned him at the entrance to my cunt-then sat down quickly, his cock sliding deep inside me. I shivered at the first penetration, and saw that he did the same.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Please, Clemmie!"
"Shhhhhhh! Be quiet, Jerry!"
I tightened my asshole, squeezing the base of his cock in my powerful cunt muscles until I felt it jump within me. I did not want to be on top-I wanted him over me, driving down into me-but I dared not re lease him, dared not suggest a reversal of roles. He was helpless, and I needed his driving shaft, so I began to fuck him.
His cock filled me nicely each time that I slammed my ass down against his crotch, his legs, Jerry quivering beneath the force of my landing. I was leaning low over him, my arms grabbing his, my thumbs digging deep into his flesh as I made my cunt do the work that should have been his. The school bus was rocking now beneath the force of my fucking, bouncing on its springs, Jerry's body bouncing up and down on the plastic-covered seat. He was trying to reach up to me, trying to grab me, but I was stronger, I was in complete control. He was there for one purpose only, his pecker filling my cunt until our juices should spill together.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"FUCK YOU, DAMMIT! FUCK YOU, JERRY! FUCK YOU!"
"PLEASE! PLEASE! I CAN'T STAND IT! IT'S TOO MUCH-PLEASE!"
"PLEASE WHAT, BASTARD?"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD HELP ME! HELP ME! PLEASE, CLEMMIE-DO IT! DO IT TO ME!"
"SAY IT, DAMN YOU! SAY IT!"
"FU ... FUCK! PLEASE, FUCK! FUCK ME!"
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed my triumph, knew that I had captured him completely-from now on Jerry was mine. His cock was mine. "OH, YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I let go of Jerry's arms, took advantage of a down-stroke to throw my legs back until I was stretched out over him. My hands went under his body, grasping him tight, and he read my intention: we turned together on the seat, rolling over until he was on top of me, his cock still planted deep within my body. And now he caught the rhythm of the fucking, began to draw back out of me without losing the beat, the strokes coming steadily, regularly, as though he were used to fucking, as though I was not his first.
"OH, GOD!" I cried. "DO IT, JERRY! DO IT TO ME! MAKE ME FEEL YOU ALL THE WAY INSIDE!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! OH, CLEMMIE! I'M SORRY! I CAN'T HELP MYSELF-YOU MADE ME DO IT! YOU MADE ME DO IT!"
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK ME, JERRY! FUCK ME, BABY! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOUR BALLS! I LOVE YOUR ASS! DO IT!"
"DEAR GOD! FORGIVE ME! PLEASE, FORGIVE ME! I CAN'T HELP IT! I CAN'T HELP MYSELF-OH, JESUS! OH, GOD! FUCK! FUCK! I'M FUCKING!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"FUCK, DAMN IT! TM FUCKING! MY COCK IS FUCKING! I'M FUCKING YOU, CLEMMIE! IT FEELS SO GOOD! IT FEELS SO WONDER ... FUL! MY BALLS! MY BALLS!"
"TELL ME, JERRY! DO IT TO ME, BABY!
FUCK ME! YEAH, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEE!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Y AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Jerry rode into me as though it were the most natural thing in the world for his cock to be plowing my cunt, for his balls to be building a load to spill deep into my womb. My arms were around him now, holding him close to me, holding him down....
And then I felt it, in my guts. At the same time he gave a terrific shudder, and redoubled his pace, throwing his cock into me so rapidly that I could no longer count the strokes. I felt his cock growing within me, swelling within me as my seed boiled up, spewed forth to meet his, his gun shooting straight into the center of my body. I felt each bullet of his come slam into the target, felt his rising flood pick me up and carry me away, carry me over my own sensations, my own passions.
"YES! YES! YES! I CAN'T HELP IT, CLEMMIE! I CAN'T STOP! I CAN'T HELP MYSELF! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! HELP ME! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! "
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The car stopped in the driveway of the large house, an old Colonial that was secluded from the nearest road by two hundred feet of private drive. It was not the fanciest house Clemmie had visited since taking up her career of whoring-that one had belonged to the old man who had never even fucked her. But it certainly was one of the most pleasant. Since leaving the turnpike she had had the feeling of solitude, of being cut completely off from the world, even though the super-highway was busy rushing traffic to and from no place in particular, less than a mile away.
"Well, this is it."
Clemmie looked at the man unbuckling his seatbelt By this time-seven months since her cunt was first offered on the open sex market-she thought she had seen them all: everything from sleazy skid row hotels with bedbugs to plastic and chrome motels, to supposedly normal houses on the back streets of every size town in the New York City area. But as this man came around the car to open her door for her, she had the feeling that this was not going to be just another session-this was going to be something special, an occasion among occasions.
"Thank you."
She accepted his proffered hand to help her out of the car, and smiled up at him: a tall man in his early forties, very well-dressed, although his clothes could not hide his athletic body. There was a touch of gray in the sideburns, but his hair was thick and full, and Clemmie was sure that it was all his own.
"You're welcome, Clemmie."
He returned her smile, revealing perfect teeth that almost sparkled. A man so good-looking-what made him resort to sex for hire?
He led the way to the house, and as soon as Clemmie was inside she received her answer. She stopped short of the single step down into the living room as she saw the two boys who were sitting there. Identical twins, they were also the image of their handsome father.
And butt-naked!
They stood as they saw her, politely, and from the tan that completely covered those beautiful bodies, Clemmie knew that this nakedness was no special thing, put on just for her visit. These bodies were used to the sun everywhere, even in the most private crevices and corners. They were dark, their skin a rich golden-brown, their long lean cocks dropping over heavy balls and surrounded with pubic hair that was scarcely darker than their skin.
"John, James, this is Clemmie."
Their father offered them in formal introduction, and now the boys came over to her, not at all self-conscious in their nakedness even though Clemmie found it hard not to stare down at their sex. They took her hand in turn, smiling their own greetings, their voices soft and cultured as they said hello.
Clemmie was not at all sure how she was supposed to react to this situation, but the boys and the man were acting as though the whole world was used to going naked.
"Did you have a good trip up from the city?"
She decided that the questioner was John, the other, James-although it really made no difference which name she pinned to them, so absolutely alike were they. But she had spotted a half-moon vaccination scar on his arm, and used that as an identification tag to avoid confusing herself-she was sure that there would be a good deal of confusion in the moments to come!
"Traffic was murder, as always," said their father. "Please excuse us, boys-I'll show Clemmie where she can undress."
Clemmie's head was spinning as she followed him upstairs to the second floor, forgetting even to look at her surroundings. Never had she seen three such handsome men at the same time-was she going to have to service all three? She hoped so-it would be a pleasure, considering those bodies and their sexual equipment!
He stopped by an open bedroom door. "This was my wife's room, Clemmie-the boys' mother. I suppose I should explain."
She smiled, and shrugged. "Not unless you want to."
"I do want to. My wife and I believed in total honesty with our sons; from the time they were old enough to understand, we taught them everything that they could expect to find happening to them. They learned about sex long before they went to public school, and of course they have always masturbated for relief-that, and enjoyed each other. However, they promised us that they would wait until they were physically mature before starting intercourse with the opposite sex."
"And I'm the opposite to start them? I like the idea-I hope you don't mind my saying so, but your boys are living dolls!"
He grinned. "I can't deny that they inherited their looks from me. However, their mother was also beautiful. That's her picture on the dressing table."
Clemmie looked as he indicated, to see a silver-framed photograph of a smiling woman. She was younger than her husband-but the picture was probably ten or fifteen years old, judging from the hairstyle. As Clemmie moved closer to the photo, she could not deny his proud claim; the woman was one of the most beautiful she had ever seen.
"We lost her five years ago, Clemmie. Caroline's one regret was that she would not be here to see our boys reach their maturity."
"She is beautiful."
"Thank you. As I was saying, we promised the boys that if they would wait, when the time came we would have them properly introduced to the practices of sex. Frankly, Clemmie, it was our intention to teach them ourselves-but please don't mention this to the boys. It would disappoint them terribly to know they had lost more than just the physical presence of their mother."
"So now you want me to be her stand-in."
"Do you mind? If the idea upsets you, of course you won't have to go through with it. But I can tell you honestly that the boys are very taken with you-and I am, too. I know this is not the way most parents would handle such a situation, but I have never considered my family normal. And I would consider it an honor if you helped us now."
Clemmie smiled again, not bothering to tell this loving man that he and his wife were not unique in their approach to life and to sex education. Although she wondered briefly what her reaction would have been if Mama had waited until last year to tell her and teach her about sex. Of course, Mama had always been her partner, lacking either a brother or a sister to share those experiences. But it would have been wonderful to have brothers such as the pair downstairs! Sex with them was going to be more than the usual fun and games-she was sure that it was going to be sheer joy!
"I don't mind," she said. "Although this is going to be a new experience."
He looked at her a moment, then held out his arms. Clemmie moved to him automatically, slipped into his embrace, his lips coming down to touch her forehead, then press against her own. He held her close, loving, for a long moment, then released her and stepped back.
"Come down whenever you are ready, Clemmie-remember, we always go naked in the house. So please don't feel embarrassed."
He left then, crossing the hall. Clemmie stared after him as the door on the other side closed; then she turned back to the dressing table, staring into the eyes of the woman in the photograph. She had born those two strapping specimens in her loins, had dreamed of the day when she would accept them back into her body-how tragic that she should have died young!
She undressed, moving slowly even though she was eager to join the boys. But it seemed right not to hurry in this place, to act as though she lived here and was not doing anything out of the ordinary in removing her clothing. She heard the door across the hall, and looked in that direction-but caught only the impression of a naked man moving through the hall. She would not see if he matched or surpassed his sons until she met them all downstairs.
But at last she was ready, and left the room. She stood at the head of the stairs for a moment, hoping that they would come out of the living room to see her. But the hope was vain; she walked down the stairs, then paused again at the entrance of the room.
The boys were bent over a game on a table, their father engrossed in the evening paper. The boys saw her first, stood at the same instant; he heard the noise they made, and looked up, then stood as well.
She was not disappointed: the boys still had some growing to catch up to him in the cock department But like his sons, he was perfectly formed.
And now the boys' cocks were growing erect, rising slowly to half-mast, moving faster until they stood out straight, then rising up to a forty-five degree angle from their bodies. Clemmie could not tear her eyes away from the sight even when their father came to her and took her by the arm to lead her to the couch.
She had been so entranced at her first sight of the naked boys that she had paid no attention to the couch-but now she saw that it was as big as the one in George's studio, with plenty of room for two or more to lie side by side. And now, as she sat down, she saw that the man's cock was following the example of the boys' organs. He was no more than six inches from her, and so she reached up to him, taking the tool in her fingers, balancing his heavy balls in her hand.
His back stiffened as his cock assumed the same fierce angle as the two boys', and his ass quivered, thrusting forward toward her face. Clemmie pressed her fingers to the foreskin, moved it back from the glans, then leaned forward to take the marvelous fruit between her lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God!"
He was trembling with desire, but he restrained himself, held back so that she could do what she wished. Now she let his cock slip from her mouth and run up her cheek as she brought her lips to his groin, then let her tongue come out to move around the outer limits of the pubic patch. Her finger traced the trail of hair up to his umbilicus, where it suddenly widened out to move across his chest in full glory-and she was happy that in this case, at least, the boys had not matured enough to grow so thick a pelt.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!"
Her hands went around his ass, pulling him against her face as Clemmie continued to suck the area of his crotch, moving her tongue over his balls, then bringing it up the underside of his cockshaft. The glans was there by the corner of her mouth, a swollen plum-colored and plum-sized fruit that she could no longer resist. She popped it into her mouth, letting her teeth catch the rim of the glans as her tongue completely covered the surface and dipped into the hole, her fingers catching his balls and lifting them one against the other.
"JESUS! OHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST! SUCK ME, CLEMMIE!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHH, GLUG! YUGGLE, GLUG!"
Her hands moved to his ass again, her eyes watering now with the effort of concentrating on his meat She wanted to look at the boys, but his cock had her completely captured. Holding his ass, she slammed herself down against the cock, until for an instant she felt the hairs at the base against her lips.
"JESUSSSSSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSS!"
Her throat was filled with flaming pain-she had to pull back, until no more than half his cock shaft was still between her lips. She remembered how Jeannie had swallowed her stepfather's cock while it was still soft, and resolved to try the same trick-if these three wonderful cocks ever got soft again!
Clemmie began to stroke his cock, taking him as deep into her mouth as its size would allow, then sliding out again until the rim again caught her teeth. His hands were on the sides of her head now, sliding with her, the muscles tensing with each stroke. The girl knew that he wanted to slam himself completely, home, but he managed to restrain the urge. But his knees were sagging now, moving apart, his ass humping up against her as Clemmie followed the angle of his cock down to where she could keep it sealed within her sucking lips.
"OH, CHRIST! OH, GOD! SUCK ME, CLEMMIE! SUCK ME!"
The boys were moving closer now, standing on either side of their father; Clemmie caught sight of them through her tear-filled eyes. She let her fingers drop from the man's cock, reaching out to capture the boys. At first they started to move out of reach, then stopped, letting her touch them wherever she wanted.
Clemmie ran her fingers up and down to the two shafts, touching their balls to find that the testicles were drawn tight in anticipation. There was a sheen of sweat on their bellies, and now she pulled them closer, until they were standing close enough to touch their father. He looked at each in turn, smiling at them, and put his arms around their shoulders, drawing them close.
"This is the way it should be, boys!"
Clemmie could not see their faces, but if she had surrendered the cock in her mouth even momentarily, she would have seen them smiling in turn. John's tongue was moving across his lips as he stared down at the top of her head; Clemmie's hands were moving around their asses now.
Suddenly she pulled off their father, turned her head to take in John's cock, sucking it deep for two quick strokes. Then she was releasing him in turn, and moving to the other boy, repeating the act for him. She was happy to find that she could take both of the boy-cocks all the way into her throat-and wished that she could suck all three of them at the same time! "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
She pulled free of James, not wanting to give one of the boys more than the other had had, and sagged back against the couch to look up at all three of them. The cocks were glistening now with her saliva, and, if anything, stood even more erect than before.
"An idea," she said, reaching out to take the two boys' cocks in her hands. "You-James?-lie down here on the couch. Stretch out all the way, that's the way. Right. Okay, John, now you-get up and straddle his waist, bring your cock down against his. That's the way."
The boys moved as she directed, their father laughing as John climbed on to ride his brother. James was looking straight at John's ass as Clemmie spread his legs far enough to let herself lie down between them, her lips at his cock. But instead of one cock shaft there, there were two, pressed together first by John's fingers, and then by the girl's as she took control.
"I don't know if this is going to work," she said, doubtful. "You're both big enough to give me a mouthful by yourselves. But what the heck, let's give it the old high school try."
She brought her tongue up the underside of James' cock, licking the length of the large vein and tracing the channel that was just beneath the skin. The cocks were of so close a match that John's balls made it impossible for him to meet his brother exactly. The upper boy's glans rode over the top of the boy's underneath, and now Clemmie was licking over the two of-them, her fingers squeezing the cocks together but not trying to masturbate them.
"Ready?"
"Yeah!" said John, feeling embarrassed now. The other boy humped his ass against his brother as his answer.
"Okay!" cried Clemmie. "It's too late to turn back now!"
She stretched her mouth to its widest, raising herself on her arms until she was looking straight down at the joined cocks. It was a strange view, but an exciting one, and now she lowered her head to them, taking both of the cockheads into her mouth at the same time.
"Aggggghhhhhhhhhhh! GLUG! GULUGGLE!"
She had them both at once! True, she could not move very far down onto their shafts, and it was a very awkward position to hold-but she had the two boys in her mouth at the same instant. Triumphant, she forced herself down against their double meat, until James yelped as her teeth scraped the sensitive base of his glans.
"Owwwwwww! That hurts-take it easy!"
"It's great!" cried his brother, laughing. "Keep it up, Clemmie! Suck us! Suck on us!"
Clemmie took pity on James and on herself, and pulled off their cocks, working her jaw to ease the ache that had settled in. She looked up the length of their bodies to see the two cocks-it was still a wonderful sight, well worth the discomfort she had just felt. If only she could really suck them both at the same time, all the way down to their balls!
She sat up, looking at their father, who shook his head in admiration.
"I've heard of some strange positions, Clemmie, when I was in the Navy-but that beats all!"
"I'm just trying to be fair," she said. "I don't want to pick one over the other, so I was trying to do them both at the same time."
"If you don't mind a suggestion?"
"Suggest away-I'm wide open to ideas from anyone," she said. "Anything short of pain."
"We're not freaks," said the boys' father. "At least, no freakier than most people. We definitely do not go the S&M route, Clemmie."
'I'm glad. What's your idea?"
"There are several ways to take them both on at the same time, but since you want to play absolutely fair, I suggest the sandwich-you on your side, one boy in front, the other in back."
Clemmie caught the picture, but was still doubtful. "I don't know if I'm large enough to take them both in at the same time."
"If you were large enough to suck them both, you'll be large enough on the other end. Give it a try!"
"Okay, if you say so."
She shrugged, and stretched out on her side. John lay down before her, facing her, the boy moving close until her body was completely touching his. His cock was still slick with her saliva, and as she raised her leg to make it easier for him, he slipped it quickly home, bottoming out in her cunt.
"Oh!" Clemmie gasped as the delightful feeling struck bottom, her asshole tensing. But now the other boy was coming up against her, his arms moving around the girl to touch his brother. His cock moved against her ass, slid along the cleft-and for an instant Clemmie was afraid that he was going to enter her asshole.
But James had the same idea as Clemmie, and now be was reaching down between her legs to find his brother's cock, using his fingers to widen her slit until his cockhead could press against the meat already present. The boy's face was contorted, although Clemmie could not see, as he fumbled; and his brother could not help.
But at last his father saw the difficulty, and clambered onto the couch to help out. He reached down to lift Clemmie's leg again, and the fact that he could see what he was doing helped him push James' cockhead inside.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH THEY'RE SO BIG!"
"It's all right," said the man. "John, you hold still-James, when I tell you to move, shove in! Now!"
The boy slammed his ass forward, and his cock slid halfway up the length of his brother's shaft. He held himself there a moment-and then repeated the movement when his father signaled again. But it took three more strokes before he was at last seated in Clemmie's cunt, the two cocks completely matched in their penetration, their balls pushing together.
"OHHHHHHHH, GOD!" cried the girl. "THEY'RE SPLITTING ME APART!"
"How does it feel, boys?" asked their father.
"Yeah!" cried John. "Oh, yeah! It's great!"
"It feels like my cock is squished!" said James. "I've never felt such pressure!"
"You have to move together," said the man. "Okay, now-draw out!"
The boys moved back from Clemmie, their position awkward as their cocks held them glued together so that they had to move their whole bodies from the hips on down. Then they moved in again, the stroke no more than half an inch. Out, almost an inch this time-and back again. Out, and once more in.
Now they had the rhythm, were moving together. The two cocks were working as one, the signals coming in the same instant so that they slid together, giving up no part of their penetration to the other.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!" cried the girl. "GOD! I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
"FUCK!" said John. "JAMES, FUCK HER! WE'RE GONNA FUCK HER! FILL HER UP WITH YOUR COCK, WITH MY COCK! SHOVE IT INTO HER! FUCK!"
"YEAH!" cried his brother. "WE'RE FUCKING HER! WE'RE FUCKING YOU, CLEMMIE! OH, CHRIST! IT FEELS WONDERFUL! I FEEL LIKE MY COCK IS GONNA MELT! TAKE US, CLEMMIE! TAKE OUR COCKS! TAKE ALL OF US!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH, GOD YOU'RE SPLITTING ME APART! PLEASE-PLEASE! OH, GOD! IT FEELS SO WONDERFUL! YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! DO IT TO ME! I WANT YOU TO DO IT! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR COCKS IN ME! I WANT TO FEEL BOTH OF YOU IN ME! FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" The boys pressed tight against her body, wrapping their free arms about each other to increase the pressure, the girl trapped between them until it was al most impossible for her to breathe. They worked their cocks together, fucking her, sliding down now until a good three inches of their cockshafts were out of her cunt for their father to see as he held himself at James' ass. Then they slammed home again, carrying all the way back into her, the strange-shaped double cock filling her almost to bursting-filling her to the point where she was transported to heaven!
"FUCK ME!" she cried. "FUCK MEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEE!"
"FUCK!" cried the boys together. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK-"
They read the signal together, their balls bouncing against each other, jiggling up and down together, until the moment of explosion was on them. There was no stopping in this double fuck, no way of slowing or increasing the pace-they could only move together, ride with each other until at last the come boiled out of them, two loads mixed as one, thrown as one, deep into her cunt, deep into her womb.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST!" cried James/John, the two mouths working as one. "I'M I'M COMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
The boys slammed one final time into Clemmie's tortured cunt, held there as their cocks poured out their seed, their hearts beating as one, their come mixing. The girl felt the wonderful pain of them as they wrapped their arms together, held tight to each other, squeezing her between their bodies.
But at last their balls quivered, stopped pumping; they held together for another moment, then sagged away, giving Clemmie the chance to breathe once again. She felt their cocks bigger than ever, expanding in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God! Please-give me a break!"
They were still hard, the boy cocks showing no signs of declining. John and James made their balls jump together, and then gradually eased out of her cunt, until at last their cocks plopped wetly and came apart. They rolled onto their backs, sighing together, the girl still caught between them until at last she shoved John bodily, and dropped between them.
"Well!" The man looked down at the three youngsters, the boys' cocks still showing no sign of softening. Now John's hand moved to touch Clemmie's, caught her up and squeezed-and an instant later James did the same, although he could not see his brother on the other side of her.
"Was it worth it?" asked their father.
Clemmie looked at him. "I'll try almost anything once-but I don't think I could take that a second time!"
"It was hard work," said John. "Fun, but an awful lot of work. But we came at exactly the same instant, Father! Just like when we jerk each other off!"
"Clemmie, do you think you're up to a regular session of fucking?" He touched his cock. "My balls are awfully hot-I have at least a couple of loads to spill myself, maybe more."
Clemmie sighed, working her cunt and asshole a time or two. Then she smiled at him, holding up her arms, her legs drawing up and her knees pressing against the boys on either side.
The man came down onto her eagerly, reaching for her breasts to fondle them as his cock slid straight and true to the opening between her legs. He held onto her for a moment as he played with her breasts, and bent to kiss her lips. Then his cock slid forward against her pussy.
Clemmie arched her back as he made his first penetration, his cock sliding almost all of the way home on the deep stroke. Her hands reached for the boys' again, wrapped tight about their fingers, holding onto them as their father drew back, then shoved down against her again. This time she felt the weight of his balls against the bottom of her slit, his belly pressing down against her own although he held himself over her upper body on his arms.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as she felt his wonderful cock all the way inside her body. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, DO IT! DO IT!"
He pulled back until his cockhead was just barely within her cunt, then slammed home all the way again in one stroke, nine inches of his cock sliding deep within the girl's cunt. The boys felt the force of their father's fucking, and turned on their sides, still holding Clemmie's hands, to watch him. Still reacting as though they were one, they reached out to slide their other hands beneath his body, reaching up to capture her nipples and play with Clemmie's tits.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST! TAKE ME, CLEMMIE! TAKE MY COCK-TAKE ALL OF MY COCK! FEEL ME! I'M IN YOUR CUNT! I'M ALL THE WAY INSIDE YOU! FUCK MEEEEEE-EEEEEE!"
His cock was impossibly large, seemed bigger than the two boys together. But there was no pain in this as he rode over her, fucked into her with all of his strength. Clemmie sighed as she felt his wonderful cockhead slam all the way back against her womb, opening her passage. This was what life was made for-fucking! What better joy could there be in living, then to have a huge prick opening your cunt to its very bottom?
"FUCK ME!" she cried. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
"YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She could feel every detail of the surface of his cock with her cunt walls, trace the veins and the channel, mark where there was a tiny blemish on the skin. He stroked deep into the girl, moving with the age-old rhythm that sent his cock deep to fill her with his passion, brought her own physical love to a boil.
"OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE-EE!"
"I AM! I'M FUCKING YOU! I'M FUCKING YOU!"
She felt the two boys beside her, held tight to their hands-felt their cocks battering against her hips, still hard. Now they were releasing her tits, grabbing their cocks, masturbating themselves in rhythm to their father's strokes in her cunt. Clemmie knew what they were doing, wanted to look at them-but she had ail she could do to stay with this wonderful fucking man, throwing her pelvis up against him, humping with him, trying to give him a ride of pleasure that was equal to her own.
"DO IT! DO IT TO ME!"
He felt the heat spreading out from his groin to cover his entire body, covering his vision with a red haze. He knew that his sons were jerking off as they watched his fucking, and wished for two more hands so that he could reach out and gather in their cocks.
But it was a battle just to stay with the girl, just to keep control of the fucking-let himself be distracted and she would rip his cock completely away from his body, swallow it into her cunt, make him her prisoner forever.
The girl felt the head of his cock expanding deep within her cunt as his seed boiled forth-and this time
? she was ready. Her own body responded, gave back the juices that the boys had not been able to harvest in their double-cock fucking, pouring out of her now to flood against the man's belly, flood against the bed as the two comes mixed together. There was residue of the boys still left in her, buried deep, and it was washing out, too, spilling with everything else that was deep in her.
And now the boys were responding as well, beating their cocks furiously until their balls were hurting as their father increased his stroking, threw himself furiously against Clemmie's welcoming, greedy cunt.
Their hands held her tightly as the pace increased-until at last they exploded as one, the rich ivory-colored cream pouring over the edge of their hands to spatter against her hips, against their father's sides, running down against the bed.
Clemmie was sliding now through a puddle of come-part her own, part the man's, part left over mm from the boys' fucking. She felt the tension draining from the man on top of her, from the boys on either side of her, and knew that they were done, finished, drained.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah!" The man dropped against her, too tired to hold himself up any longer, his cock still deep within her cunt. "Jesus, yeah! What fucking! What a fuck!"
The boys were gasping for breath, dragging the air deep into lungs that had forgotten to breathe while they rose to the climax. Now they looked at their cocks, at the come that oozed over their hands, and together wiped the spillings on their asses.
"Oh, boy!" said John.
"Wow!" said James.
"You're too much-both of you are too much!" said John. "Wow, golly! And all that sort of thing." Clemmie giggled suddenly at his silly words-and, insulted, John reached out to grab her with his hands, tickling. She giggled again, bouncing on the couch until the man could no longer hold his cock in her cunt. "Jesus! Let me off!"
"I can't help it!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhh, please! Please! Don't!"
James was joining his brother now, the two sets of hands driving her wild as their father slipped out, moved down between her legs, laughing at the boys' antics. John had discovered that she was most sensitive under the arms, and now her ass was slapping up and down against the cushion as she tried to break free. But they had her completely their prisoner, hemmed in by their bodies.
"Please!" she cried again.
"Laugh at me, will you?" cried John. "Take that, Miss Smarty-pants!"
James was laughing so hard that he could not form words-but his hands would not leave her alone. Clemmie felt pressure growing in her bladder, cried again.
"Please! You'll make me pee! I can't help it! Let me up!"
The boys eased off, James gasping for breath as his chest heaved with his laughter. Now he reached down to cup his balls, squeeze his thumbs against the side of his cockshaft.
"Me too!" cried the boy. "Jeez, John-I gotta go! Let me go!"
Clemmie was gasping for breath as the boys scrambled off the couch, their father offering her his hand. The girl's stomach muscles tightened.
"Please-where's the bathroom?"
"This way," said James, holding his cock now in one hand, squeezing to control the pressure. "I'll show you."
She followed him across the hall, to a room that was obviously their father's den; there was a toilet and a small sink in a little room off the far comer.
"Let me go first!" she said. "I can't wait!"
She raised the lid and sat down, sighing her relief as her bladder started to empty. But the boy was dancing anxiously before her.
"Jeez, Clemmie-I can't wait either! Open up your legs and let me pee between them!"
Clemmie leaned back against the tank of the toilet, arching her back and doing as he said. The boy moved close to her knees, pointing the shaft of his cock straight toward her cunt. Almost instantly a broad stream of yellow splashed out, falling between her legs, a few of the hot drops touching her thighs. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he sighed. "That's good!" Clemmie's own stream dwindled, ended. She looked down at herself, saw that he was almost peeing on her cunt-and without knowing why she was doing it, the girl thrust her open cunt forward until his stream splashed straight into the gap.
"Hey!" The boy was shocked, but could not control himself.
"It's okay," said Clemmie. "Go ahead-pee on my pussy! It feels good!"
"Okay, if that's what you want."
He brought his stream up a bit now, his piss soaking her twat completely, splattering into the hair surrounding the pudenda. His bladder must have been filled to bursting, for he peed for a long time-and when at last the shower fell away to a trickle, and then to a few last drops that he had to shake off, landing them on her legs, Clemmie felt strangely disappointed.
"Oh, boy!" He looked over his shoulder. "Hey-don't tell John about this, huh?"
"If you don't want me too. But I liked it!"
"Yeah, well, it might give him some funny ideas. And while I don't mind peeing on you, if that's what you like, I dunno if I want to have him do it to me."
"It's our secret," Clemmie promised, reaching for the washcloth on the sink to sponge herself clean of the traces of his act. But she was remembering how it used to be when Mama peed on her-and decided that if the opportunity ever came again, the stream would be directed against her cunt!
Back in the living room, she found that a tray of refreshments had been brought in from the kitchen. John was drinking a huge glass of milk while his father sipped from a coffee cup, and now James went to the table to pour milk for himself.
"Something for you, Clemmie?" asked the man. "For a session like that, we have to keep up our strength!"
"Milk, please-but a normal-size glass. I couldn't drain a whole cow!"
She slumped into a love seat while James brought her a glass of milk and sat down beside her. His arm moved automatically to her shoulder, squeezing gently, and Clemmie sighed, letting her face tip against his shoulder. It was nice, being with these three wonderful males. For a moment she almost regretted that Mama had collected money for this-she would be delighted to service these cocks for the sheer pleasure of it.
Now John was rubbing his cock again, and it was standing out, growing toward its high point. The boy worked the foreskin back from his glans, measuring the expansion of his cockhead by cupping it against his palm, holding himself with all five fingers. He looked toward his brother, but for the moment James could not match him.
"I'm ready to go again!" said the boy.
Clemmie groaned, then smiled at him to show that she did not mean it. She put down her glass, straightening her back and strengthening some of the tension from her muscles.
"Once more into the breach, Mother!"
"Take it easy," said the man. "Rest, if you need it, Clemmie. Lothario's prick can wait."
"I don't mind," said the girl. And indeed, she was eager to have John again. And James, as well.
"I'm too pooped!" said the latter. "Too pooped to pop!"
"You don't know my magic powers," said Clemmie. "I'll have that tired old pecker up and jumping before you know what hit you. Over on the couch, sonny-stretch out on your back again!"
"Oh, boy!" He winced, and looked toward his father for pity. But the man was laughing again, and would not come to his aid.
"Hop to it, James. Do as Clemmie says."
The boy dragged himself to the couch, put himself into the position the girl had demanded. His cock was completely soft, lying across his thigh, as Clemmie followed him and sat down beside him a moment to lift his shaft in her fingers.
"I prescribe some of Mother Clemmie's Magic Sucking Lips," she said. "That will do the trick for this tired prick!"
"Hey!" protested his brother. "What about me? I'm the one who's hot to trot!"
"Patience, junior. I have plans for you, don't worry. As long as you're so bursting with energy, you can fuck me-doggie-fashion, while I suck on old prick-pooper."
"Hey, yeah!" The boy grinned, bouncing out of his chair to come over to the couch again. "Wild!"
Clemmie climbed over James now, her tits pushed down against the boy's belly as she reached for his cock and sucked its soft length deep into her mouth. He groaned as she exerted pressure, but did not try to escape. Now his brother was climbing over him as well, Clemmie drawing her knees up so that her ass was almost in James' face.
The boy's arms were stretched out straight at his sides as his brother moved over his face, leaning over Clemmie's ass. Now James was looking straight up at John's balls. For a moment John shifted position slightly, trying to find the best point of attack-and then his cock was pointing straight at Clemmie's gaping cunt, her passage spread wider than usual because her legs were straddling the bottom boy.
"Are you ready?" asked John.
"Ummmmmm!" Clemmie pulled off the pliable prick to look back at him. "I'm always ready!"
"Okay, then-here goes!"
Holding his hands on the small of her back, the boy moved the head of his cock against her slit, his stomach muscles tightening as he made one last adjustment in his position. Clemmie brought her lips back down to James again, her fingers holding the boy's balls as his brother's cockhead slipped its hot presence into her cunt
"UmmmmmmmmmmmF' She pulled from James' prick. "OHHHH, THAT'S GOOD, JOHN! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
The boy humped against her, his cock sliding halfway in. Another move, and a third, and his balls were almost swallowed up by her outer lips.
"YEAH!" he cried. "OHHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!"
He straightened up now, his back stiff as he leaned backwards, his hands still holding the girl's hips, looking down to see that his cock was completely engulfed by her cunt. Now their father came over to the couch, sat down beside Clemmie's face, his cock standing stiff and strong. The girl saw him from the corner of her eye, reached out to take his prick in her hand.
"I'M GONNA DO IT!" cried John. "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, CLEMMIE! FEEL MY COCK! FEEL ME IN YOU!"
"AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GLUG!" The girl mouthed words around the prick in her lips. "UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"FUCK!" yelled the boy. "OH, FUCK!"
Now there were three hard cocks for her to handle-for James at last was growing erect in her mouth, his prick once more responding to the call to duty, stretching upward to fill her completely back to her throat, his glans swelling and pushing against the soft lining. Clemmie kept her lips sealed to the base of his cock as he continued to grow, until he filled her completely, her hand working with his father's meat in a slow stroking that had the man breathing in rhythm with her touch.
And now John's ass was twitching as he held himself against her back still stiff, his cock jumping within the warm passage of her cunt. Clemmie tightened herself about the boy's meat, the ring of muscles milking him, squeezing him until he yelped in pain. The girl rocked forward over his brother, still clenching tight around his cock, dragging the boy along until at last he got the idea and began to stroke in and out of her cunt.
She was totally occupied with the three cocks, the boys' father moving now across James' legs, until his ass was between them and Clemmie could reach him more easily. She peered upward from the cock in her mouth and saw his shaft incredibly close. Her fingers worked him and the man sighed, his chest rising and falling heavily. His hand reached out to touch her head, held her lightly, rising and falling as she rode up and down on his son's cock.
"JESUS!" cried John. "FUCKING JESUS!"
"SUCK ME!" begged his brother. "OH, SUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" sighed their father as both of Clemmie's hands moved to his prick, one set of fingers playing with his balls as the other continued to stroke up and down, not quite in rhythm with the rise and fall of her mouth over the boy's cock.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!" cried the man. "THIS IS HEAVEN! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL! DO US, CLEMMIE! SUCK US AND FUCK US AND HOLD MY COCK! I WANT TO FUCK YOU!"
"OH, CHRIST!" John swallowed, trying to work his cock in rhythm to her sucking of his brother. "OH, JESUS! OH, FUCK! FUCK!"
"SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" begged James.
"SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE! MY COCK IS BURNING UP! MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE! MY GUT IS GOING TO EXPLODE! SUCK MEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEE!"
"AGGGGGHHHHHHHH, GLUG! GLUGGLE AGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Now all three cocks were working in the same rhythm, Clemmie's cunt squeezing John from glans to balls, sucking James the same length, her fingers riding up and down their father until she stretched his foreskin painfully each time that she bottomed out. She was rocking back and forth at the same time, thrusting herself against the boy in her cunt each time that he bottomed out on his stroke, pulling away so that his prick almost popped free each time that it reached the other end of the movement.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GLUG!" she cried. "GLUG!"
"OH! OH, JESUS! MY COCK! MY POOR PRICK! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, CLEMMIE! YOU'RE CUTTING MY COCK OFF! I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
"SUCK ME, CLEMMIE! SUCK MY COCK! SUCK MY BALLS! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR LIPS ALL OVER ME! I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY WHOLE BODY! OH, CHRIST! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"OH, GOD! CLEMMIE, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! HOLD ME TIGHT! SQUEEZE ME TIGHT! WORK MY COCK, GIRL! WORK ON IT! JERK ME OFF!"
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"SUCK MEEEEEEEE! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GLUQGLE! GLUGGLE!"
Clemmie's jaws were aching, her cunt burning, her asshole opening to a terrible itch. She felt the agony of her efforts to work these three wonderful cocks in every muscle and joint of her body-but she could not stop, would not stop. This was Heaven, this was love itself, purified and simplified, brought down to the very basic ingredients of man-cock woman-cunt he-she sex in all its delightful, wonderful varieties.
She slammed down on James until his cock cut off her breathing and held herself there in wonderful punishment while John shoved his cock faster and faster in a fury of fucking, his meat expanding and expanding until it seemed that he was going to burst in her cunt. And their father was working her head now, trying to raise her, to speed her sucking of his son while her fingers worked with his own prick, bringing him dangerously close to the point of exploding.
"FUCK!"
"SUCK!"
"DO IT, CLEMMIE!"
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
She was being split asunder by the wonderful marvelous boy cocks that filled her top and bottom; she knew that she was about to spin off into space in two separate pieces-but what a wonderful way to go! Just so long as she kept one of the cocks with each section! Her body was responding to the wonderful stimulus of cocks at each end now, making her drunk with erotic delight, until it seemed that she was floating off the couch, buoyed up by the pricks that pumped their lighter-than-air essence into her.
"SUCK ME, CLEMMIE! SUCK MY BALLS! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! JESUS, MY BALLS ARE MELTING! I CAN'T FEEL MY COCK ANY MORE! OH, SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
"DO IT, CLEMMIE! DO IT! DO IT! TAKE US, TAKE OUR COCKS! SUCK, FUCK, DO IT!"
"YEAH!" cried John. "I'M COMING!"
"OH, JESUS!" yelled his brother. "I'M COMING!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" moaned their father. "TM COMING!"
"COMINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!" they cried together.
And now Clemmie felt her own body responding again, knew that she was close to exploding with her own load. She redoubled her efforts on the cocks in her control, sucking faster and faster against James, working his father's prick in her hands until her hair was bouncing wildly as her head jounced up and down, squeezing John in her cunt until the boy suddenly slammed one last time deep into her, then held himself there, sealed against her, his belly against her ass.
"I'M COMING!" cried John.
"I'M COMING!" screamed James.
"I'M COMING!" yelled their father.
And Clemmie was coming with them, spilling once more as she rode on to the end of the most marvelous wonderful fuck she had ever known.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mama knows about Jerry. Dammit!
For several days after I got back from Connecticut, I had no interest in fucking or in anything else to do with my pussy, except going to the toilet. Those three were too much! Before I finally got out of there, John came seven times, James six, their father four-I don't even want to think how many times I came! But I'd go back there in a minute, if they wanted me! And no nonsense about being a whore, either-that would be strictly for love!
My period started a couple of days after that, which was all right by me-until I found out that Mama had sold me to some creep who wanted to eat me while I had the rag on. He had his dining room table all set up fancy, with pillows instead of a place setting, and me instead of dishes. I went along with the gag for Mama's sake, but I was very happy to find that he wasn't at all interested in any other part of me. In my little black book he was chalked up as a loser all the way.
Which brought me back to Jerry. I was seeing him every day after school, and as soon as my period was over I wasted no time in getting his pants off-I had sucked him once or twice, but it just wasn't the same as some good old reciprocal action. Balling is best with two-although Connecticut taught me that with the right people involved, four can be twice as much fun as it is with just one other.
I still hadn't told Mama about Jerry, keeping him as my private secret. By now we had found every good hiding place between school and both our houses, every place where a boy and a girl could meet cock-to-cunt without fear of being discovered. The school busses were okay late in the afternoon, but what I really wanted was to get him into a real bed-my bed.
Unfortunately that was easier wished than done. Daddy was always obliging about being away from the house, but Mama was always there. So we screwed in an old barn, beneath the bleachers at the town park, even in the loft over his father's store the day the store was closed because of a funeral. At first Jerry was nervous all the time, although it took him quite a while to admit that he was. afraid of knocking me up. I reassured him that Mama had popped me on the pill the very first time I had a period, and after that he relaxed as much as he ever does. Which meant that he was still half-scared out of his wits that we'd be caught and something terrible be done to make an example of us before the other kids.
Jerry didn't know about my professional fucking, and I didn't see any point in spoiling his dreams. Let him go on thinking that his was the only cock I had ever tasted-it didn't hurt me any, that way; and it saved him some hard knocks on the ego.
For some reason business slowed down just about that time, so that I went almost two weeks without a customer for my twat. But I was fucking Jerry every single afternoon, and carrying his load home between my legs. That was the way we got found out-I came home one day to find that Mama was almost out of her horny mind.
"God, darling!" She gathered me into her arms before I could even close the door, squeezing and planting a deep soul kiss between my lips. "I need to be fucked! Out of those clothes, girl!"
I tried to protest, but she was already working my buttons, tugging my blouse out of my skirt. Before I really knew what hit me, Mama had me naked, her hand between my legs as she marched me up the stairs ahead of her, her finger digging into my cunt.
"Hurry, Clemmie! Don't poke!"
Thirty seconds after I was naked she had me stretched out on my bed while she dove between my legs.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH, CLEMMIE, AGGGHHHHHHH, GLUG! GLUG-"
Mama came up from between my legs to stare at me, her hands tight on my thighs.
"There's come in your pussy, Clemmie! Whose is it?"
I tried to bluster, tried to deny, but there was no way out of telling her everything. I could have squirted a medicine dropper full of water into the very back of my twat and she would have known it the instant that talented tongue started swirling around.
So I told her about Jerry.
"The quiet one with glasses?"
"No." I described him, and she had him pinned-I don't think Mama ever forgot a man's or a boy's face in her entire life.
"Oh, yes-I remember him. A very nice young boy. You must bring him to the house, Clemmie-tonight! Your father is tied up in the city, another one of his dreary meetings, so we couldn't ask for a better opportunity."
"Mamma? I like Jerry-I think I love him. Please don't make me ball him while you watch."
"Watch?" She laughed. "I have no intention of watching, dear-I intend to have him! Certainly if he's good enough for your cunt, he's good enough for your Mama!"
The matter was settled-I knew there wasn't any point in arguing, although I tried anyhow. I called Jerry right away and begged him to come by after supper-cooking was not among Mama's accomplishments, so we never fed our guests if we could get out of it.
He showed up on time, eager by that stage to do anything to please me-after all, I had shown him a whole new world, one that he would never have dared explore by himself.
Mama answered the door, sweeping it wide open' and welcoming him in enthusiastically. She was wearing her sexiest robe, her tits almost naked through the diaphanous fabric, and even her bush an obvious patch at her crotch.
"Good evening! You must be Jerry-Clemmie has told me so much about you!"
Jerry swallowed, couldn't find his voice as she closed the door behind him. Then Mama caught his shoulders and spun him around.
"I want you to think of us as family, Jerry-just as you think of Clemmie!"
I was hanging out in the living room, but I could see everything-and I could cheerfully have killed her. The poor kid never knew what was happening as Mama took him into her arms, hugging him tight-and when she released him, her robe just happened to come open, revealing her glories to his stunned eyes. "Gahhh-ah!"
"Oh, it's all right, Jerry dear." Mama smiled and patted his cheek, not bothering to close her robe. "I'm sure it's nothing that you haven't seen many times before." She turned to look in my direction-and then reached down to pat the front of his pants, where his cock was already growing hard.
Well, three minutes after that, all three of us were in my bed, jaybird-naked. Jerry was in a state of shock, not realizing what was happening to him. But his cock was standing up straight and strong under Mama's ministrations.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Jerry!" Damn her! I wanted to kick her butt for acting so mean! "What a lovely erection! I see now why Clemmie is so attracted to you."
She bent over him, her tits bouncing against his belly as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. Jerry gasped as she took him all the way, and looked . at me with frightened eyes. I wanted to tell him that I had not revealed our every secret, explain how she had wormed things out of me, but it was useless. I just hoped that I would be able to make him understand tomorrow, once he was out from under her goddamn spell.
Mama's knees were pressing against Jerry's side as she continued to suck on his cock, and now she moved over him, straddling him, as though it were a natural movement. He found himself trapped, her ass like a mountain above his face-and her pussy gaping wide open and dripping moisture. He swallowed, and closed his eyes, which made me smile.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mama rose over him, her hands pressing the small of his back. She looked down at him between her legs.
"I always say that there is no meat so sweet as the young, Jerry. And you certainly prove the point What , a lovely pecker you have!"
"Uh, guh! Yea-yeah!"
"And how about you-do you like my sex, Jerry?"
"Yuh-yes, ma'am! It's very nice!" he said in a hurry, running the words together.
"Well, then, why don't you suck it for me?"
His eyes closed again, but Mama wasn't waiting for an answer: she was lowering herself to his face, her wet cunt slopping noisily as it came in contact with his features. Jerry dutifully opened his mouth, but it wasn't until she reminded him that he let his tongue move out and began to taste her.
"Ohhhhhhh! That's very nice, Jerry! Do it just like that, honey!"
She looked at me with her most satisfied smile, and I glowered back fiercely. But there was nothing I could do about it-she had my boyfriend trapped between her legs, and was going to milk his balls until he screamed for mercy. All I could do was reach out and take his hand, squeezing it gently between my two sets of fingers, trying to reassure him that everything would be all right.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mama ground her cunt against Jerry's face. "THAT'S IT, JERRY-JUST LIKE THAT! SUCK ME! DO IT, BABY-SUCK ME!"
Now he pulled his hand free from mine, reached up to hold the sides of her ass as she began to move her twat around in a swirling motion. At times as she slid forward his chin completely disappeared into her slit, then reappeared dripping her thick moisture. He was gasping for breath now, his cock waving wildly in the air, jerking in little strokes as his ass twitched. At last I moved over him, taking the position I had used that first day in the school bus, lowering myself onto his meat.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!" he cried "CLEMMIE, PLEASE! PLEASE!"
"DO IT, HONEY!" Mama reached out to take my tits into her hands, squeezing them, rubbing the nipples with the tips of her thumbs. "TAKE HIS COCK, CLEMMIE! FUCK HIM!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!" I cried as I felt him slam all the way up into me. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JERRY! IT'S SO HOT! IT'S SO GOOD!" We faced each other over his helpless body, Mama and me, her cunt controlling his face, my cunt controlling his cock, Jerry as much a prisoner as if bound in chains. We rocked forward against each other, Mama reaching out to hold my arms, the bed shaking mightily with the force of our movements against him. Jerry was trying to please us both, fucking up against me even as his hands were pulling down on Mama, trying to drag her cunt deeper against his lips. He was gasping for breath now, but staying with her, staying with me.
"OH, CLEMMIE!" Mama rose a few inches from Jerry's face as I rocked toward her, and I could see her cunt gaping into an open circle. "OH, BABY!"
"NO, MAMA!" I knew what she wanted to do! "YOU CAN'T!"
"I HAVE TO, BABY! I CAN'T HOLD BACK!"
"NO! IF YOU DO, I'LL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN! I'LL NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AGAIN!"
"CLEMMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"NO! NO! NO!"
No matter what else happened, she was not going to piss on Jerry! I knew that would drive him away from me forever. Once I had asked to hold his cock while he was peeing, and his face got terribly red. He let me do it, and it was a strange feeling, the piss moving through his cock and against my palm. But when I shook the last drops free for him, he asked me never to do anything like that again.
Mama saw in my face that I meant what I said, and with a look of regret abandoned her intentions-I knew then that she had been planning to pee on Jerry from the moment that she wormed the story of our sex out of me. But if she wanted a boy to use for that purpose, she could damn well get one of her own! She didn't have any trouble selling my cunt to customers in twenty counties, so she shouldn't have trouble buying a boy for herself.
She surrendered, although I could read in her eyes that I would have to pay for betraying her, probably by taking myself what I wouldn't let her do to Jerry. But that was all right-I hadn't told her about the time James peed all over my cunt at my own request.
I could take it, and might even manage to get a kick out of it.
We both returned our concentration to Jerry, working together on his body, on his cock. He was gasping for breath now, trying to escape Mama's enveloping cunt-but he was pinned by her ass, pinned by my legs. He tried to push her away to have a chance to breathe, but she rode back down on him, grinding her twat against his lips again, forcing him to suck. Her clit was battering his lips, fucking his face as she moved her ass around in tight circles, her own breath coming faster and faster, her tits bouncing wildly with each movement.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH, CLEMMIE!" she cried. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! THIS IS WONDERFUL! THIS IS HEAVEN! OH, SUCK ME, JERRY!
. SUCK ME! SUCK ME!"
"FUCK!" I cried. "OH, FUCK! THROW IT INTO ME, JERRY! THROW YOUR COCK INTO ME! PUSH UP, SHOVE IT INTO MY TWAT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! AGGHHHHHH-HHHHHHH!"
I reached behind me, reached under my ass, twisting sideways as I continued to bounce up and down on his cock until at last I managed to grab his meat, squeeze it tight in my fingers. He was soaked with my cunt juice, his cock nearly slipping out now as I tried to maintain the awkward position. I couldn't hold him, had to let go, turning around to face Mama again as I shoved my weight down with full force, driving Jerry deeper into my cunt.
"OH, CLEMMIE!" She was chewing her lip. "OHHHHHHHHH! I'M COMING, DARLING! I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANY LONGER! I'M GOING TO COME! COME! DAMN! DAMN! OHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He was powerless to do anything, even to answer me as Mama suddenly slammed her ass down so hard that she jarred his teeth. She ground her cunt against his face, pressing herself between his teeth as her juices started to pour out, started to fill him, flooding him until he coughed, choked, gagged. He tried to spit her out, but he could not move the weight of her ass; he could only swallow what she forced on him, drink it down.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST!" cried Mama. "CHRIST!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD! I'M COMING, JERRY!"
I emptied myself as I watched her come spill out over Jerry's face, flooding his groin, soaking his cock and his balls, my juices running down his thighs to puddle against the bed even as Mama's juices were trickling down his face, wetting his neck on both sides as his Adam's apple worked in his throat. Together we soaked him-we could have wet his entire body if we had lifted ourselves from his mouth and his cock, for there was juice enough to wash him down, to cover him completely. He was trembling, his cock burning in my cunt as my body worked against him in the final discharge of my coming.
We were breathing heavily, both Mama and I, the sounds of our double fucking having drowned out every-other noise around us-neither of us had heard the car pulling into the driveway midway through our fucking, nor heard the garage door slam after it and the kitchen door open. The blood roaring through our ears was enough to make us deaf to everything but the immediacy of our fucking, and so we didn't hear the steps coming up the stairs, coming down the hallway to my door. It was not until I blinked sweat from my eyes and saw that Mama was staring over me that I knew something was wrong.
"Perhaps I should excuse myself."
I heard the words, saw Mama catch her breath and hold it, her fingers suddenly clenching into fists. A cold knife was carving its way through my spine, but I turned away, and looked.
Daddy was standing in the doorway.
My eyes closed, frightened, as Mama moved back from Jerry's face. Now he looked toward my father, and I thought for a minute that he was going to faint Instead, his hand moved toward me, caught mine.
"Next time I'll make an appointment before I come home."
He had been drinking: his clothes were wrinkled, and his face was red-obviously it had not been a good day for him. It certainly wasn't ending well, to come home and find his wife and his daughter mutually fucking a boy he didn't even know!"
My gut was churning with fright-and with something else. I suddenly realized that the other sensation was excitement-a thrill at being discovered. There was something almost sexual in being caught like this! But I felt Jerry's cock wilting within my cunt, the life completely gone from his sex.
It seemed like forever, but I guess it wasn't more than thirty seconds before Daddy said: "Well? Isn't anyone going to speak?"
"Oh, Ron!"
Mama had her sincere voice working-which meant that nothing but the purest bullshit was about to come out. She moved quickly away from Jerry, her face hanging low.
"I don't know what came over me!" she said. "I'm sorry!"
"Oh? You do know that the boy was sucking on your twat, don't you, Eleanor?"
"I knew then that Mama's sincere voice didn't fool Daddy one bit. He had his hand out before she could say again that she was sorry.
"I'm not really surprised-at either of you. I guess the important thing is to ask if you're having a good time."
Now Mama looked at me; his words were stinging-I think it was the first time that I had seen her truly shocked. But I couldn't really blame her-I didn't know what to do in that situation, either.
And now Daddy was taking off his jacket, pulling free his tie, undoing the buttons of his shirt. I watched as he undressed himself, still not realizing what was in . his mind. But I felt a thrill, knowing that I was about to realize one of my dreams-I was going to see my father completely naked!
He kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and the other things in a heap on the floor, and pulled his undershirt over his head-leaving nothing but his shorts to protect, to hide his cock from my eyes. And now he was coming toward my bed, his thumbs working the elastic of the briefs down to his flanks. He stopped short, to bend and slide the shorts down to his ankles, then over his feet, and when he stood straight again, I saw it!
I swallowed, an indescribable itch moving across the walls of my cunt. Daddy was just as I had imagined, hoped-he was large, although not so large that he would hurt me, with a broad prick over perfectly formed balls. He was circumcised, his cockhead a deep purple, the shaft almost white in comparison, his rich hair curling around the base and around his balls. And now his cock was standing pointing straight at me!
"What ... what are you going to do?"
Mama licked her lips, and Daddy moved his head to look at her, then looked back at me.
"Why, just what everyone else in these United States seems to be doing-I'm going to fuck my daughter. Who else is better entitled?"
I moved back from Jerry as Daddy stood at the edge of the bed, the boy's soft cock slithering out of my cunt. As soon as I was off his legs, he rolled away, scuttling up toward the top of the bed, too frightened to try and leave the scene of his alleged crime. Now Daddy was reaching out his hand to me; I took it, and lay down for him as he climbed onto the bed, unable to tear my eyes from his face even though I wanted to stare at his prick.
"Eh!" He made a face as he looked at my cunt. "Sloppy! Turn over, Clemmie-I'm going to use the other door."
"Ron-"
He looked at Mama, freezing her, then at me again. "I said, turn over, Clemmie."
My asshole was tightening as I follow his order, felt Daddy move between my legs, reach down to spread the cheeks of my ass. I was sure I could feel the weight of his cock as he touched me, even though it was still a good foot away. But there was a burning beacon there, sending its heat down against me, into me.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy! Please!"
"Hush, Clemmie. Hold still now."
He bent lower, suddenly spit into my asshole-I felt the cold spit land like a stinging slap, my rectum tightening again, my intestines crawling against the anticipated intrusion. I looked up, saw Jerry-saw a look of pity in his eyes. I knew that he wanted to help me, knew that he still loved me, no matter what Mama had done to him.
But there was nothing he could do for me now-I was completely in my father's hands. And now Daddy was bending even lower, until suddenly felt his tongue on my ass, moving down into my asshole. I felt him there, felt him working his spit around, felt him trying to force his tongue through the sphincter. .
"Relax, Clemmie! What are you trying to do? Make it hurt more?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His tongue was within my ring now, I could feel it as an alien presence in my asshole, shaping itself into a tube as he probed me, tested the passage. His hands were moving over my body, up to touch my tits, tweak the nipples; then they came down again, reached under my belly to touch the top of my slit, the fingers working within my cunt as his tongue continued to wash out my asshole.
"Oh, Daddy! Please!"
"Yes, I do please. Hold still now-it will hurt a bit when I first come in because my cock is thick. Hold your breath."
I did as he said, Daddy pulling up over me now until I felt his cock moving through the crack of my ass. He reached down to wet the glans with more of his spit, then pressed himself to my entrance.
"Ron! Use Vaseline!"
"Shut up, Eleanor! Clemmie is used to big cocks now. She can take it."
His cockhead was a battering ram, pushing against my ring. Daddy gasped as he applied the pressure. I could feel my sphincter spreading, and it was painful, my flesh giving way before his advancing cock, now a burning rod that would not be denied. He was working his ass against me now, stroking forward, gaining a fraction of an inch each time as the tears stung my eyes and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out "And then he was in!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Daddy! I couldn't help myself-I had to scream, cry out, as his prick moved within me. Daddy paused, working back and forth a bit, pulling back until the bottom of his glans was caught on the inside of my ring, satisfying himself that he would not slip free. Then he moved forward again, making me gasp again.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
"You've had other cocks there, Clemmie," he said, stopping for a minute. "Why are you acting like such a baby?"
"Not there, Daddy! Nobody's ever fucked me there!"
I could tell that he was looking at Mama, but I could only keep my eyes closed, my face buried in my arms.
"Not at all, Clemmie?"
I sobbed. "No! It hurts!"
"Oh, baby! Baby!"
He was stroking my sides, rubbing my back. "I'm sorry, baby! I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, forgive me!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"It will be all right, Clemmie! I should have used Vaseline-but I'm in now! Baby, can you stand a bit more pain while I bottom out in you? Once I've got my cock all the way inside, it will feel better, I promise!"
I swallowed, raised my head, although I couldn't see him. "You'll be careful?"
"Yes, baby. I promise."
I sighed. "All right. Go ahead, Daddy-put it all the way in!"
He held himself over me, his fingers pressed lightly against my sides, gathering his strength for the assault-and before I knew what was happening, there was an explosion of white light below my eyes as his ass slammed all the way down on me, his cock shoved ( through my intestine, something soft breaking and crumbling before it. He was inside me now, his cock filling me completely.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
It seemed as though my insides had been split wide open and were about to fall out. Daddy was on top of me how, holding himself very still, only the pulse beat of the vein in his cock throbbing inside my asshole. It was painful-and then something strange began to happen, something wonderful. The pain was leaving, easing away, vanishing, until there was nothing but the shape of my Daddy's huge cock filling me as though it belonged there, as though my asshole had been made for no other purpose.
"Is it better, Clemmie?" he asked. "Do you feel all right now?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, Daddy! It feels good! I love it!"
"I'm going to start fucking you now, baby. If it hurts too much, tell me, and I'll stop until the pain goes away."
He moved his cock slowly back until the rim was once again trapped by my ring, but there was no pain at all-only a wonderful silvery feeling as my asshole clutched his meat, squeezed with all its power. Then he came back into me, sliding easily now on the natural lubrication that was there, until once more he bottomed out and I felt his balls pressing against my buttocks.
"OHHHHHHHHH, DADDY! DO IT! DO IT! FUCK ME, DADDY!"
"YEAH, BABY! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!"
He was stroking regularly, but now he looked up, saw Jerry and Mama there, my boyfriend's fingers clutching Mama's hand for reassurance.
Oh, Christ! cried Daddy. "Why did I wait so long? Oh, God, what a feeling! This is wonderful! Clemmie, you're wonderful! I'm fucking my own daughter, and I'm in heaven! Fuck! Go on-fuck, you two! Fuck her, boy! Make her feel your cock-make yourself feel what I'm feeling now!"
Mama smiled happily, turned to wrap her arms around Jerry and pulled him down until she was lying beside me with Jerry on top. He moved into her cunt, his cock hard again under Daddy's urging, and now we looked at each other, reached out to touch each other.
"It's all right!" I said. "I love you, Jerry-but I love my Daddy and Mama, too! Daddy's fucking me, and it's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me-but I want you to take his place when he's done! I want to fuck both of you, I want you both to fuck Mama! Everybody fuck! Fuck!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH, CHRIST!" Daddy was slamming heavily into my ass now. "JESUS CHRIST! TAKE ME, CLEMMIE! TAKE ME BABY! TAKE ME!"
Daddy continued to plow into me, slamming his cock against my ass, filling me with his meat and his body-and soon I knew that he would be filling me with his come as well! I wanted it, wanted him, wanted Jerry-wanted all of the wonderful cocks that had been filling me. I had a lifetime of memories already, but this was just the beginning-what was going to come next would blast the whole fucking world on its ass!
"FUCK ME!" I cried. "EVERYBODY, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
