"In 1975, for the first time since just after the end of World War II, the number of marriages performed in this country has declined from the preceding year.
"No such decline has occurred in divorces ... At present, one out of three first marriages ends in divorce."
These are cold statistics, taken from a Redbook article (July '75) entitled: "How Satisfying is Your Marriage?" The cost in human terms cannot of course be measured.
The events in this novel take place during the engagement of two fairly pleasant people: Jeff, divorced, and Martha, a widow. Both of them long for the security and continuity of marriage, but both fear it at the same time. Unlike their grandparents, both parties now feel a right to find sexual satisfaction as well as respectability in their union, as do this couple.
Their problem is the old one of communication. Secretly each desires the same thing but neither one wants to lay it on the line. And Jeff, at least, comes to the point of giving up the marriage rather than make another disastrous mistake.
The way they solve their problems is perhaps unique. Each one becomes intimately involved with the other's child, sexually involved, in fact. Frustrated with their chilly engagement, they turn to satisfactions which are socially unacceptable yet very understandable in the circumstances.
The author leaves it to the reader to decide the eventual outcome of this four-way incestuous switch, yet there is little doubt that the marriage at least will take place as planned. The implication is that these people have found a different, even peculiar, solution to their problems and that they will carry on with it. Of course there is no moral drawn-what novelist today would be so unsubtle as to draw morals!
If marriage is failing us and our society is casting about for new answers, it seems only fair that even outre ones such as this be given a hearing!
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surree Collectors' Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private bookshelves for definite re-reading and ready reference.
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Chapter One
Shee-it!
The word she wasn't supposed to say aloud was, of course, the one which popped into Libby's mind when she got her first look at her new father's enormous cock. Well, stepfather, naturally-but at twelve she was inclined to romanticize. Already she saw herself as Daddy's Little Girl, perching on his knee, rubbing her face against his cute brown beard while he declared, "I've always wanted to have a daughter!"
Jeezchrist but he's got a BIG one on him!
It was so white and smooth on the surface, so hard and bony and arched at the same time! The yellow stream splattered out into the toilet bowl and she could smell the pungent aroma of his piss. The end of his penis was fat and bulgy, shiny red, and it made the palms of her hands itch just to see it. She bumped her forehead harder against the cracked-open bathroom door, straining her eyes to see everything possible. He had a bush of hair down there, too-she'd wondered about that. Rubbing her own inner thighs together, she wondered when she'd get pussy hair like Ma's.
It was funny, but she had a weird feeling down there in the puzzling place between her legs. It was the same feeling she got when she let Harry Joe french-kiss her, only more so. Of course he was only her brother, so there was basically nothing very thrilling about it.
What in the world was Mr. Harker doing now? (Or should she call him Daddy in her mind because he would be soon? She couldn't quite decide.) Anyhow he was making funny little noises, his breath puffing out from his lips and even a bubble of spittle. Instead of shaking off his whacker and stuffing it back in his pants like Harry Joe did, he seemed to be rubbing it. Maybe he had a pain down there! His fist was wrapped around the thick white shaft and he was pumping it up and down. If it was a pain, maybe she should offer to help! She always rubbed Ma's back when it ached, and Ma always said how good it felt.
But she didn't really know Mr. Harker-Daddy?-that well, and maybe he'd be silly and angry about being spied on. Libby and both her brothers, even E.J. who was fourteen, spied and eavesdropped every chance they got. Ma herself had conceded once that it was sometimes the only way to find out anything. But being a man, Mr. H. might have different ideas. Now knowing much about men was a handicap for the whole family.
"Uhhh! Ooooooo!" He pumped furiously at his huge hard cock, his ass muscles tightening and his back arching. She wished he'd taken off his underwear too, as the white shorts disappointingly hid his behind.
He sure enough did look like he was suffering! Libby was all ready to stick her head right inside the door when he gave a sort of gasp and his body slumped. At the same time, his dick flew upward and something steamy white jetted out of it, splashing on the upturned toilet seat, in the bowl and all around, gobs of it even landing on the floor.
Leisurely now, the man flushed the toilet and scrubbed his hands in the sink. He was whistling casually as Libby quietly shut the door and tiptoed away.
She went down the stairs like a barefooted shadow, drifting out to the arbor on the back lawn. From her first day in the Harker home, she'd claimed this place as her own. The wisteria vines grew so thickly and untended, she had to brush them aside to slip in. Once inside it was like a cool green cave, delightfully private. She'd "borrowed" plenty of cushions from the house, and she sank into their soft comfort. She sure to God had a lot to think about! She thought briefly of finding Susan to talk to, but then decided even her best friend couldn't share her new secrets.
Her thinking had to wait, however, until she'd satisfied the hot itch in her pussy. She slipped off her brief shorts and stroked her puffy little pink labia. She sighed and wished she had a luxurious bush like her mother's, but the best she had at the moment was a thin little silky fuzz. Pushing a finger up in her slit, she felt the moisture oozing from the indented mouth of her vagina. Rubbing the wetness around her pussy-crack was a joy she'd only lately discovered.
Now that she was comfortable, her thoughts flew back to Mr.-no! She could call him Daddy
Jeff, that would be a good compromise. So, Daddy Jeff and his big whacker-what was she to make of what she'd seen? She sensed dimly that it was something like what she was doing to herself. Jerking off, E.J. called it. Kids did it, he said, until they got big enough to grab themselves a piece of tail-and she knew what THAT meant, at least in theory and as it happened with cats, dogs and cattle. So the real problem was, why did Daddy Jeff have to jerk himself off when he was all grown up?
She shouldn't have been such a scaredy-cat, she told herself. She should have listened to her tender young heart and offered to help Daddy Jeff. But then, what if he'd gotten angry? She was just the least little bit scared of him, mostly because she didn't know him very well.
It sure was a screwed-up situation. Here she was with Jeff, while her brothers were off helping Grandpaw. Which should have left Ma all alone but she wasn't-because Daddy Jeff's own boy was with Libby's mother! She wasn't really sure how it all happened but the thing to keep in mind, like Ma said, was that it wouldn't be but a couple of weeks. Then, Ma and Daddy Jeff would get married and the whole family would be together here in Harkerville.
Her fingers still stroked her girlish pussy, pausing now and then to push at her tight wet hole or to rub heavily on her little swollen clit. Suddenly her thoughts became splintered and confused as the sensual fires raged through her childish loins. She thrashed among the cushions, little animal moans forcing themselves out of her slim throat. She quivered all over as an intense orgasm rippled through her body.
"Shhh . . . shhh . .. SHEEE-ITTT!" she squealed, as the delightful feelings exploded through her slim sweat-damp body. It was the first real orgasm she'd ever had and once its exciting grip lessened, she fell into a contented dreamless sleep.
Jeff Harker also thought it was a screwed-up mess. What he wanted was Martha, and what did he get? A twelve-year-old girl who, adorable as she was, didn't do a thing for his aroused libido. It was only a couple weeks longer, he kept telling himself. He'd been a bachelor since his divorce five years ago, and surely he could last another fourteen days! The trouble with that theory was, he'd had sex whenever he wanted it in the past five years-either paid for, or as a casual offering from a cocktail lounge pickup. And now, since he was to marry Martha, he found those avenues of release blocked off.
He was just plain terrified of something going wrong. You can't take a chance on losing Martha, he told himself. She was the sexiest looking woman he'd ever met, and at the same time a nice respectable person, a good wife and companion. He was tired of being lonely, and he wished he'd met her years before. It was a miracle that they hadn't since their towns were only fifteen miles apart, and all the kids went to the same consolidated high school.
Having beat his meat and gotten what temporary relief it gave him, he brushed his hair and went downstairs looking for Libby. They might as well get acquainted. The original idea was for her to be near her best friend Susan, who lived a couple of blocks away, but somehow she seemed to be sticking around the house. Maybe they'd had a falling out as kids did so often.
When he couldn't find his stepdaughter-to-be on the ground floor, he stopped in the kitchen and made himself a stiff bourbon-and-water. Sitting at the kitchen table, he tried to wrench his mind away from thoughts of sex, but it was impossible.
He wanted a good woman, a respectable woman, for his wife and he liked Martha's rather old-fashioned shyness about making love before marriage. He liked it, even if it was killing him!
Several drinks later, having put down the fires of lust with booze-or so he hoped--he wandered into the large secluded back yard. If Libby hadn't gone to visit Susan, she was almost sure to be in the wisteria arbor. He parted the hanging vines and peered into the small structure. His heart skipped a beat. She was there, all right, asleep on the pile of cushions.
She wore a half-unbuttoned blouse, and a pleased little smile and that was all. Her long blonde hair framed her piquant little face. The blouse was pulled awry and revealed one budding little breast, firm and pink-nippled. Her flat belly rose and fell slightly as she slept, and her belly button seemed to wink at him. He kept his eyes resolutely on her upper half for a moment and then slowly, almost reluctantly, his gaze slid downward. Her hips were girlishly rounded yet slim. The joining of her legs was marked only by a light golden down, which revealed more than it hid. He didn't know much about young girls, but he could take a good guess at one thing: she was well into puberty and capable of sexual arousal. Her perfectly formed plump pink labia were parted enough to reveal the swollen little clitoris.
Christ! he thought. If getting my nuts off with a hooker is dangerous-what kind of jam would I be in for doing what I'm thinking about right now! I wouldn't get the clap, oh no! What I'd get is about ten years in the slammer, and I'd deserve it, too!
He had to get out of there, fast! But before he could tear himself away, the girl's eyes opened.
"Hi there, Daddy Jeff," she said. Warmth spread through her as she saw the look on his face, and the way his eyes kept licking up and down her body.
He just couldn't take his eyes off her! Her cute little boobs joggled as she stretched and yawned. And she was so shamelessly unselfconscious, not caring the least about being practically naked in front of him. "Hi yourself," he said. "What in the world have you been doing?"
"Oh..." She thought quickly and recklessly. "Same thing you were, I guess. Getting my ... uh, stones off."
"Getting your-oh, I see! The phrase is rocks, dear, getting your rocks off. But-" He hesitated. The kid couldn't possibly know what she was talking about, could she?
"Don't worry, Daddy Jeff, I won't tell. Though everybody does it, don't they? I mean, everybody needs sex."
"Now look here, young lady," he began. He realized she must have seen him jerking off in the bathroom. "You're just a kid! What do you know about it, anyway!"
"Not much," she confessed guilelessly. "And Ma won't tell me anything, either. Daddy Jeff-won't you? Please sit down here and talk to me. Please?"
He didn't know how the hell he'd gotten into this, but he let himself down on a cushion while she sat up and moved over to make room. And the trouble with that was, she clasped her knees in her hands, ankles inches apart so he was looking right down at that sweet little teenage pussy. Shit, it was pre-teen! Feeling like the original Dirty Old Man, he tried to force his eyes away.
"Don't you think you should get dressed?" he asked.
"No, why? I'm not ashamed of my body! But oh, Daddy Jeff, I wish I knew more about it! I get so confused, and the boys are always doing things or trying to do things-"
Damn it, this was Martha's job, not his! But he was alarmed just as she meant him to be. Which boys were doing what? For the first time he realized the responsibility of having a daughter in the house. He'd of course had talks with his own kid, as Martha should have with hers. But knowing Martha and her shyness, maybe it was up to him after all.
"You've got to be careful, honey. Don't let the boys touch you."
"But why? I've got feelings, too. And I want to learn! I know my body is maturing fast, I've already had my first period! And when my ... my pussy gets itchy and burning, I just HAVE to play with myself! You do it, too, I saw you!" She smiled at him and added the clincher. "Why can't grownups be honest with their kids?"
She swayed toward him, her blue eyes fixed pleadingly on his face. Where her naked arm touched his, a hot spot flashed and gradually spread through his whole body. Horny as he was, it took all his will power to keep from grabbing her. But she was looking to him as a teacher and guardian, not a lover!
He did have some idea of the curiosity and emotions which were racing through her brain and body. But how the devil was he supposed to help her when he himself was almost out of control!
"Ill be honest with you, Libby, I promise," he began. "But there're reasons ... reasons you maybe can't understand yet..."
"Oh, please, please!" she said with all the dramatic urgency she could summon up. "Please, Daddy Jeff, teach me about sex! Isn't it better to jerk off than do things with other people, I mean, people you don't really care about?"
Jeff's head was spinning with desire. His knees trembled and he was grateful to be sitting down. He couldn't argue with her, because he'd been doing the very same thing and she knew it. He could act superior and evade the issue, give her a lecture about eavesdropping. But it wouldn't be honest, and she'd know it.
"How can I teach you," he mumbled through a clogged throat. "You just do whatever feels right."
"Oh wow, that doesn't say anything." In her disappointment she moved even closer and gripped his thigh. "Look, at least tell me what all my parts are, and what they're for! For instance, this little thing..." She spread her knees and fingered her little sore clit. "It just bothers me and bothers me! See how swollen it is right now! Does that mean there's something wrong with me, Daddy Jeff? It scares me to think about it!"
The combination of her naivity and sensual potential almost overwhelmed him. His nostrils were filled with the delightful warm scents of her body. His penis was hardening and straining against his fly. His very skin seemed burning with fever. Shit, she'd got him between a rock and a hard place! If he walked away from her now, she'd never trust him again. That was supposing his knees and legs would hold him up and move him out of danger!
On the other hand, if he didn't make a move-and soon-he knew he'd be a goner.
"There is definitely nothing wrong with you," he said, trying to keep his voice from trembling, "but I still think your mother should be the one to explain these things to you. She wouldn't like this at all!"
"Ma's too old-fashioned! You know it as well as I do. So it has got to be you, Daddy Jeff, to tell me what I need to know." Sensing success was in her grasp, she leaned even closer and let a tear form in a sparkling blue eye. "I know you won't let me down ... Daddy," she said softly.
Chapter Two
Libby knew she'd won, at least for the moment. Even as she snuggled up to him, rubbing her forehead against his chin, kneading the fingers of one hand in the firm flesh of his thigh, stroking his arm with the other, she was revising the scenario of her imagined future.
Instead of Daddy's Little Girl, she was now Daddy's Big Girl Friend. She had a quick pang of conscience about her mother but it passed. Ma could look after herself. After all, she was going to marry Jeff. That was serious business, way beyond any desires of Libby. What she wanted, what she was getting, was a secret understanding between herself and the handsome man, a small edge on her brothers, and knowledge she could use in her future dealings with boys.
She was also getting immediate gratification for those urges which troubled her so much lately.
"Hmmmmmm." Jeff cleared his throat, trying to speak coolly. "Well, Libby, that Uttle lump of flesh is called a clitoris. It's really magical because it swells up just like a man's co-penis does. And it's designed to give you pleasure-in fact, it has no other use at all!"
"Show me, show me," the delighted girl squealed.
He reacted instinctively as she spread her legs wider. His middle finger slid down into the moist warm slit of her pussy and gently massaged her clit.
"Wow! Oh, jeezchris," she cried happily as he rubbed her love button. It felt about ten million times better than when she did it herself!
"Does that feel good now?" he asked fatuously.
"Sheeit, yes!" she whimpered. Her hips began describing awkward little circles as the fires swept through her. She fell back on her elbows, presenting the whole open vee of her crotch to him.
Jeff was almost out of his mind with pleasure and frustration. Her blouse was completely open now and her firm young boobs tilted toward the sky, their quivering nipples deeply pink and erect. Her slim, taut body was tanned except for the two white stripes where her swim suit protected the tender flesh. Her hips swelled out in the most delicious manner, still almost bony yet promising the womanhood to come.
He yanked his eyes away from her luscious little body and studied her face as if seeing it for the first time. She was wide across the eyes, resembling his dear Martha in her heart-shaped bone structure. Her huge eyes were almost lavender in the filtered sunlight. Her blonde hair shimmered with lustrous health, and it was the same color as the silky down which coated her pubic triangle. There was more than a hint of sensuality in her wide mouth, now parted as she licked her lips.-He'd sensed the same quality in her mother, a banked fire which he'd promised himself to re-kindle. But unlike Martha, young Libby was open and frank about her desires and needs. But she'd been brought up in a different era, he reminded himself, and didn't have the hangups he and Martha couldn't have helped acquiring.
Jeff himself was every bit as excited as the girl, maybe more so. His cock pressed hard against his pants and his balls were already beginning to swell with hot sperm. He longed to unzip his trousers and toss them away, and fall on the luscious little doll. He could almost feel his hot meat pushing against her narrow resisting hole, yielding wetly before his determined drive.
But no, he couldn't do that! He caught himself up, remembering that this was supposed to be a teaching session. She needed to know how to gain her own satisfaction by masturbating, not by having a man do it for her!
"You see now?" he asked huskily. "You can do it to yourself-just like this. Here, put? your hand down here." He took her slim wrist and directed a finger until it came up against her clitoris. Then he placed his hand on top of hers and guided it back and forth in a massaging movement. He felt her hips pushing her wet labia down on his knuckles, while hot girl-cream oozed out of her little hole.
"like it?" he grinned.
"Ooooooo, love it!" Libby was getting almost as much kick out of his eyes licking up and down her body, and from the emotions she was visibly arousing in him. Of course, it also felt delicious to have her clit rubbed, and to feel his hand guiding hers!
"But what else can I do?" she asked greedily.
He chuckled, and trembled, and said in a soft voice, "You can push your finger up into your cunt-like this." He bent her middle finger and pushed it up into the wet, dark indentation. Her eyes widened at the blissful sensation this brought.
"But my little clit's lonesome," she said childishly.
"Okay, okay, greedy girl," he grinned. "You can go on rubbing your love button. Ill put my finger up there." With the greatest pleasure, he added silently.
He pressed the tip of a finger at the sticky soft opening and gradually worked it inside her hot Ittle box. By this time he was panting heavily, not even trying to hide his avid interest in her delightful twat.
"Oh. OHHHHHH!" Her ass muscles clenched, her pussy opened squishily and took in the welcome intruder. It felt like heaven! She felt everything inside her alternately tighten and loosen, and she shoved her twat down strongly against his hand.
"Awwwwww! EEEEEE!" she cried out loudly as a beautiful orgasm stormed through her, sending her body into quaking spasms. As the wave receded and her heart slowed to normal, she blinked and looked at him. "That was just super, Daddy. Did I cum?"
"Indeed you did," he said, smiling rather grimly. It took all the will power he possessed to keep from leaping on top of her and fucking her senseless. The stone ache in his balls was only exceeded by the pressure and pain in his swollen, frustrated dick.
Libby was a perceptive child. Looking at him, she realized at least in part how much he was suffering.
"But what about you, Daddy Jeff? You need to cum, too, don't you?" She smiled coaxingly. "Go ahead and jerk off, I don't mind. I've already seen you do it, remember?"
"Little sneak," he said, but not nastily.
"But since I did, what's the difference? Go ahead, let me watch you. Think how much I'll learn!" she said.
He shook his head in despair. There was no getting ahead of this precocious girl! "You should be a lawyer when you grow up! All right. But first promise me you'll never tell anyone, not anyone at all."
"Cross my heart, hope to die!"
He looked searchingly into her eyes, now more blue than violet, and decided he could trust her. After all, she wouldn't want to admit to this erotic scene herself. With a groan of relief, he opened his fly. He couldn't help glancing at her slyly as the enormous throbbing tool thrust its way into the air, and the look on her face pleased his masculine ego. She was impressed, all right, and he loved the way her eyes widened and her rosy mouth dropped open.
"Jeezchris, you have got one big dong!" she said, marvelling at its length and bulk. Her ready curiosity was aroused by the sight of the cleft purplish head, already glistening with semen, and the wrinkled band of foreskin at its base.
"Don't swear, your mother doesn't like it," he said automatically.
"Sorry. But shi-excuse me. Golly moses, it's as big around as my wrist!"
He laughed, gratified, and stroked the hot, trembling surface. There was something so naughtily sensual about exhibiting himself in front of the little girl that he was afraid he might pop off instantly.
Libby leaned closer to inspect the little eyehole with its drop of fluid already oozing forth. "Golly, can I touch it?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached out hesitantly to bring her fingertips in contact with the hot, pink meat. She jumped back as if stung. "It's HOT!" she gasped. But instantly she reached out again and curled her fingers around the thick shaft.
"I just... I have this funny feeling," she sighed. "Would it be okay if-I guess I just want to smell it." She didn't have the nerve to admit her tongue was tingling with the desire to lick the throbbing flesh and taste the moisture which made her nostrils flare. Her mouth was filled with saliva as she bent her head over his huge organ and filled her nose with its unique scent. She couldn't describe the acrid aroma but it did strange things to her rapidly beating heart.
Grasping the hot thickness with both hands, she all but.rubbed her nose on the ruddily shining cockhead. Encouraged by his silence, she shot her pointed tongue out and lapped at the live moist flesh.
"Aarrrrrr," Jeff groaned. For the life of him, he couldn't tell her to stop or force himself to shove her head away. He sank back against the wall, blissfully hoping she'd never stop.
Libby flattened her tongue against the delicious flesh and began to lick, from base to head. She covered every inch of his straining prick with warm wet caresses, her spit mingling with his cream. Warmth from her virginal cunt spread out through her body as she became more and more enraptured by the feel and taste and odors of his enormous dick.
She wasn't alone in her growing excitement. Jeff nearly popped hs nuts immediately, but he held on for the sheer pleasure of seeing her pretty little face and pointed red tongue working on his penis. He was as horny as he'd ever been in his life, or more so. His dick ached and throbbed, his nuts swelled tautly, and the whole thing was almost more than he could take! Her virginal innocence added a new dimension to the blissful pleasure of a blow job.
"Does that feel good?" the girl child asked.
"Yesss, Christ, YES," he groaned. "I didn't know if I should, I mean, lick it," she said naively. "I only saw you rub it."
"Ohhh Jesus," he said out of a choked throat. "Put it in your mouth, honey, suck it for me!"
"Okay," she said cheerfully. It was what she'd been hoping for though she didn't know why. Some strong instinct had made her yearn to suck the quivering hot pole, but she'd been afraid to try. Besides, it looked so big!
And it was. She opened her little mouth and brought her lips down around the swollen quaking knob at the top of his shaft. She stretched wider and wider until she thought the corners of her mouth would crack open. She paused a moment, panting heavily so her forced breathing vibrated against his sensitive flesh. Jeff groaned with gut-deep pleasure, and his obvious excitement encouraged her to try harder.
Wrapping her small hands around the base of his rod, Libby forced her head down. Her long straight blonde hair fell like a curtain around her flushed face. She worked his giant organ deeper and deeper into her mouth until it butted the back of her throat. It was to say the least uncomfortable, but at the same time it caused the hot tide of passion to rise inside her. When her throat was completely blocked with the throbbing head of his prick, she had to breathe noisily through her nose. The pressure on the back of her tongue activated the gag reflex and she choked and spluttered for a moment.
But in spite of all the discomfort, it was strangely thrilling to be sucking on the big male penis!
Sights, sounds and touch combined to send Jeff Harker into a raging frenzy of sensual delight. The sight of his fat long penis spearing the child's pretty face, the sound of her squishy saliva sucked deep in her throat, acted like a high-voltage charge to send shock waves racing through his body. He was almost sober by this time and his conscience had begun to demand a hearing, but its voice was totally drowned out by the aching needs of his body.
The thought flashed through his mind that he'd never had such a marvelous blow job, not with any whore or girl friend in the past five years. As to his ex-wife, she'd refused to go down on him, acting as if he were completely depraved even to ask it of her.
He took hold of Libby's head, his palms slipping on her glossy hair, and began to move it up and down, forcing his aching cock in and out of her clutching throat. He tried to be gentle, afraid he'd rip her right open with the force of his need. But even a gentle bobbing of her head inflamed him still further.
Libby knew it, too. She sensed his gentleness and felt the thick penis throb and swell in her mouth. Her jaws no longer hurt, and the molten feeling in her pussy was overwhelming.
Still, she was surprised at his cum.
"Aaarggggghhh! OWWWEEEEEEE!" he roared as his climax thundered through him. His penis jerked in fast spasms, and erupted with terrifying force, spewing thick hot jism into her throat. For long seconds she thought it would choke and strangle her! The roaring in her ears was only partly from his strangled cries, and partly from the blood that pounded hotly in her veins. Some of the strange hot cream slipped down her throat almost by accident, and instinct took over. She swallowed and swallowed, her cheeks hollowing as she took the pungent hot liquid down her gullet.
Jeff realized suddenly how tightly he'd been gripping her little head, and let go as he sank back among the cushions. His heart pounded heavily and he gasped for breath.
"My good God," he panted. "I don't even believe it!"
"Was it good, Daddy Jeff?" she asked eagerly. "Did I do it okay and make you feel good?"
"Oh, Jesus, I can't even find words to tell you," he said and hauled her into his arms. He planted a big juicy kiss on her mouth, tasting his own cream and marvelling at the unexpected abilities of this precocious child.
"Then ... then will you help me?" she asked in a little voice.
"Help you? Why, sure, honey. With what?" he said, looking down at the little girl. At the moment he'd do any thing at all in the world for her!
"Play with me again. I've got such an itch down there!" she complained. "It's worse'n it was before."
He laughed. "I don't doubt it!" He couldn't get over how much sexuality was wrapped up in one ninety-pound girl child. She was the hottest little female he'd ever met!
"Please hurry," she begged as she scrambled off his lap and spread her legs wide.
Shaking his head like a punch drunk fighter, Jeff looked at her little twat. Her juices coated all the small pink organs liberally, mute testimony to her state of sexual need. Her fat red love button protruded even more than before and he could understand that it must be painful.
"Lie down on your back," he commanded. Then he parted the wet lips of her slit with his fingers. "I'm going to do you better than before," he promised. "Just as you did for me."
Her little ass perched high on a pillow, she shuddered happily as he lowered his face to her crotch. She could feel his warm breath tantalizing her already excited pussy. Then his firm lips parted and his long thick tongue shot out and probed the warm wet folds.
"Ooooooo! EEEEEEEE!" she giggled at the thickling thrilling sensation. "Oh, Daddy Jeffff! I can't stand it!"
He smiled .into her open pussy lips. His tongue lapped up and down her wet slit while his small beard pressed between the moist crease of her ass. He nibbled on the fat little clit and lapped it warmly with his tongue. Closing his lips around it, he sucked and tongue-tickled at the same time, sending her into a frenzy of writhing panting excitement. His big hands slid under her asscheeks.
When she felt a thick fingertip pressing at her little anus, she stiffened for a moment in fright. "What are you-?" she began to say but subsided into a contented gurgle. His finger pushed upward into her tight rear passage and new electric charges shot out instantly. It was simply beyond any pleasure she could have conceived of even a few hours ago, and her blue eyes went soft and rolled back in her head.
Jeff thought he'd never felt or tasted anything quite so delicious as her virginal pussy. He'd begun to suck her in gratitude but he discovered this was a pleasure all its own, one he'd never really appreciated before. She smelled so fresh and sweet! She was like an unopened rosebud, just beginning to unfurl its delicate petals in the sun. And the way she responded to his caresses was fantastically exciting. Every time he licked her slit or clit, he felt a corresponding ripple of pleasure run through her!
He knew before she did that she was about to cum. Her body grew rigid for an instant, and then the small spasm began to wave outward from the center of her being. He kept up his ass-probing and clit-licking through it all, determined that the sweet child would milk the last drop of bliss out of her climax.
"OWWWWWW! AAAYYYYYYEEEEEE!"
She exploded so forcefully her very teeth rattled! Wave after delicious wave swept through her slender body while muscle spasms sent her pussy bumping up against his face. She clutched the cushions and wailed out her delight from suddenly dry drawn-back lips. At last the orgasm loosened its hold on her and she collapsed softly into a little heap of exhausted girl flesh.
"How was that, little darling?" he grinned, licking the sweet cream from his lips.
"Just... absolutely ... fabulous," she sighed, stretching and yawning. She felt like a lazy kitten, sleeping in the sun. "I think you're a SUPER
Daddy!"
DADDY! The word rang dismally in his ears. It's been quite a while since he'd let himself think of difficult things like that. His heart sank as he realized how this afternoon's work would look to anyone else, even though to himself and Libby it seemed perfectly natural and innocent.
Most of all, how would it seem to Martha? Maybe another woman might understand that he'd only been trying to help Libby. But Martha, with her old-fashioned morals-God, he could never, ever let her find out that he wasn't as upright and pure as she was!
Chapter Three
Martha was making puff paste.
It was time-consuming, difficult and needed a great deal of concentration. And in the end it was pointless, as there was no one here to eat it except herself and Jeff's boy Jackie. She herself didn't eat much pastry. Jackie's idea of a real meal was two hamburgers with a pile of french fries and catsup, while his preferred dessert seemed to be Hostess Twinkies.
The puff paste would be handy if she were giving a ladies' luncheon for twelve featuring creamed chicken in patty shells.
The puff paste was handy because it was time-consuming, difficult, and took concentrated effort.
Hopefully, it might keep her mind off her horny cunt.
She squeezed her pussy lips together, sending a hot twinge up through her groin, smoothed down her apron and took the kneaded butter and flour-paste out of the refrigerator. Her hands moved in smooth even strokes as she rolled the dough but her thoughts moved erratically, skittering from one forbidden subject to another.
Only a couple of weeks until she married Jeff. Why was he so fucking restrained when they'd be legally married so soon? Did it mean he wasn't really very sexy, in spite of the way his bold eyes lingered on her belly and the curve of her hips? She remembered the closest they'd come to making love, and her body ached with intense longing. Her hairy swollen pussy odzed out another few drops of cream. She shifted from one foot to the other, tightening the muscles of her inner thighs so they pressed tantalizingly on her horny cunt.
He'd brought her home after a party and for once, none of the kids were hanging around. They sat on the. living room sofa and kissed for a long time, long enough that she was ragingly on fire inside. He was a good kisser, she had to say that for him! His lips were firm and warm. When his tongue snaked inside her wet mouth, she was ready to explode right then!
He had his hand up under her blouse, squeezing her full tits and inching her bra out from her skin. His other hand crept up her leg, under her skirt and across the bare flesh between stockings and pantie girdle. Jesus, she was ready to throw herself down on the sofa and strip her girdle off with her own two hands!
When he took his hand out from her skirt, she was momentarily disappointed. But he brought one of Martha's hands down from around his neck and placed it on his lap, right on top of that very satisfying bulge in his crotch. She squeezed it lovingly, glad they were finally getting someplace. It wasn't easy being a widow, not when she was used to nightly loving with a very virile man!
Then he put his hand back up under her skirt, finding the waistband of the girdle and pushing downward. It was right then that she heard the noise.
"... that? Wait a minute," she said, pulling free from his gluing lips. It had been a definite thump from upstairs, as from a pair of young feet hitting the carpet.
She guessed she could have stood it if Harry Joe or E.J. tiptoed down and found their mother making out on the sofa. They might have been embarrassed, maybe resentful for an hour or two, because they remembered their father. And grownups, after all, weren't supposed to have natural urges like sex. But by morning, everything would have been okay. She had a good relationship with both her sons and they surely must already be thinking, if not discussing, the remote possibility that Ma and Jeff would soon be sharing a bed and getting some!
Libby was something else.
I could take a dozen sons better than one daughter, she thought wearily. Who knows which way the cat will jump? Anyhow, by the time she'd heard one of the boys thud his way to the bathroom, piss in the bowl-without closing the door, naturally-and thud back to bed, the evening was ruined. Jeff was fixing his tie and he had that look on his face, the look men get when they're ready to tell some lie and move out of a situation.
Oh shit, she could stand another two weeks! Especially with the help of her best friend: her battery-operated vibrator!
She evened the edges of the rectangle of dough and placed the chilled butter pat on carefully. Sealing the edges, she rolled the dough carefully. It didn't help her frustration any to have a handsome young stud like Jackie Harker around, either. She'd seen the way he looked at her, and had to close her eyes and breathe deeply for a moment so she wouldn't return the look. She was almost sure he'd been peeping at her from time to time, and something reckless in her refused to close her bedroom door as far as she could, and should.
The idea had been for the three boys to get to know one another, without the distracting influence of a small sister. And Libby had made a big thing about getting to Harkerville to spend time with her best friend from school. Martha had doubts about Jeff's ability to cope with the willful girl, but as usual, what Libby wanted, Libby got. And then, Grandpaw's hired man went to the hospital, and he sent for Harry Joe and E. J. to help out.
Jackie would have gone, too, but he had a cracked collar bone from a stupid accident in the city swimming pool. Some jerk kid dived right into him. It had seemed natural to leave him here with Martha, since she was home all day and could take care of him. He amused himself all right, and seemed grateful when Martha helped him dress or cut up his food. But unless she was very much mistaken, he was increasingly bold about bumping into her tits when she buttoned his shirt or did other little things. Of course the tight bandage which almost immobilized his arms was uncomfortable and God knows, she didn't begrudge him any little feelies which might keep him amused.
But it sure as hell was hard on her case of the hornies!
Martha left a finger imprint in the dough to remind herself it was the first turning, and wrapped and refrigerated the buttery-looking pastry. She set the timer for thirty minutes and looked around restlessly. Hell, time to hit the vodka and orange juice again. If this marriage didn't take place soon, she was going to be a complete alcoholic! She considered taking the timer up to her bedroom and playing with herself for as long as possible, but decided against it. Sinking into a chair, with her drink in front of her, she stared moodily into space.
The first drink unleashed the deep down fears she'd been afraid to let into her mind. Martha had no illusions about herself. She knew she needed sex on a regular basis, that she couldn't get along without it. She'd go just so long and then, no matter what her conscious resolves, she'd go find physical release. It seemed to her sometimes there was an automatic cutoff switch in her brain. It shut out every other consideration-when she was frustrated enough-and sent her blindly seeking gratification from almost anyone who happened along. There hadn't been any problem as long as she was married; her needs were well taken care of, even though her husband didn't go in for any of the extras she'd have liked to try. She couldn't fault him for that because she stayed a contented wife regardless.
Since she'd been a widow, she'd had a discreet arrangement with a married man whose wife was an invalid. She knew nobody, not even her own kids, ever suspected. And, of course, she had her handy-dandy vibrator.
But since being engaged to Jeff-she paused to look fondly at the sparkling diamond on her left hand-she'd naturally broken off the affair. The man was disappointed but understanding-no problem.
And of course she could last two weeks! What she really feared was that Jeff might prove to be colder than she was, not so much in need of regular sexual activity. He'd been ardent enough in the beginning, but he always stopped short of completely satisfying either one of them. It wasn't as if she was a virgin, waiting for her bridegroom to deflower her! She personally couldn't see anything wrong with an engaged couple, particularly at their ages, jumping the gun.
And if he didn't push it, she suspected it might be because he didn't feel the driving need which motivated Martha. And that meant their marriage was doomed even before it began!
The timer rang. Martha re-rolled the pastry, put a second fingerprint to remind herself of the number of turns, and put the wrapped package back to chill. Her pussy ache was getting worse. She fixed herself another drink, a stiffer one, wishing she could relieve her horniness by rubbing on the corner of the table or sticking a carrot up her cunt!
By the time the necessary six turns were done, Martha was drunk on her ass. She didn't give a shit if she even shaped and baked the pastry-but it could rest twenty-four hours in any case. All she could think of was getting upstairs to the privacy of her bedroom and relieving the almost unbearable pressure of her sexual organs. Jackie still hadn't returned home, he'd taken a sandwich and gone to watch a sandlot ball game. She hoped the game lasted until dark or maybe tomorrow morning.
As a matter of fact, Jackie slammed the kitchen door just about the time she reached her sanctuary. She was much too smashed to hear and she had her bedroom radio going besides. She undressed with the precision some drunks have, removing each garment in turn and placing it where it belonged. Her blouse was sweaty under the armpits, and she dropped it in the laundry bag. Her skirt and panties went the same place, but not before she sniffed them, wrinkling her nose at the unmistakable sexual odors, and laughed. Her hormones were sure as hell working overtime!
Wearing only her bra, she closed the curtains and opened the bed. She sank into the clean sheets with a sigh of relief and took her vibrator from a night table drawer. Then with an exclamation of annoyance, she sat up again and unhooked her bra. It felt so very good to be relived of the confinement, she stroked her boobs lovingly. Rubbing the red marks from the elastic under the cups, she wished adult women could go bra-less like young girls did these days. She giggled, imagining the gossip this would cause. And it would also make it that much easier for her to entice someone, almost anyone, into her bed! She'd be a loose woman indeed. The pun made her giggle more.
Jackie Harker heard her giggle. Curious, he stopped at the foot of the stairs and listened. Surely she wouldn't be laughing if she were all alone! Yet who could be up there in her bedroom with her? The thought that she might be cheating on his father never entered his mind. All that he could think of, and it was like a flash bulb exploding inside his head, was that Martha might be having some kind of sexual involvement and if he were lucky, he might get to watch! His groin grew hot and heavy and his immature prick twitched at the thought.
Jackie was thirteen and suffering. His mind was continually filled with thoughts of sex, formless but spreading like a red haze over everything he did or said. He watched the girls, including Libby, all the time-just as all his friends did. He'd begun to jerk off and had even been part of a circle jerk with the guys. But until his father met Martha and started going with her, he'd never dreamed of doing more than dream.
The sight of the voluptuous woman focused his thoughts and desires from the first moment. Being alone in the house with her, having her help him so that she was physically close day after day, almost drove him insane!
He stole barefoot up the stairway and down the hall. With all her preparation, Martha had forgotten one thing: to close the bedroom door. As Jackie crept to the partly open doorway, he peered through the dim light and saw her naked on the bed. She was still smiling to herself, and she was alone. Even better! Because she was rolling around in a funny way and he had a perfect view of her uncovered body, from round white buttocks to even rounder knockers, to her triangular hairy pubic mound!
The itch in his crotch grew and spread until his whole body was feverishly sensitive. His balls ached and his dick pushed painfully against his bluejeans. She had something in her hand, and he frowned in puzzlement. At first he thought it was a flashlight, but then he could see it wasn't. It was long and slender, ivory plastic, and he couldn't imagine what it was for.
His eyes lingered on the big white mounds of her breasts, now slightly flattened as she lay back. A blue tracery of veins only accentuated the brownish circles and the startlingly red tits. He looked downward and broke out in perspiration as he studied the forest of little curls. She raised her knees and crooked them out ward, and the boy went slightly cross-eyed in his sudden view of unnamable red glistening organs. Her pussy pouched at him and he could see the fat lips and the irregular scarlet opening beneath them.
Martha was totally unaware of being watched. Now that she was finally about to gain some relief, she deliberately prolonged the delightful tension. Stroking her labia with one hand, she pushed the small button and clicked on the vibrator. Its low buzzing struck her as one of the most delightful sounds she'd ever heard!
"Bless you, little friend," she laughed and brought it to her lips for a kiss. The little jolt it gave her shot through her like an electric charge. She rubbed harder at her clit, feeling the passion build in her. The penis-like instrument hummed its reassuring music in the air as she plunged her middle finger up her hungry wet cunt.
Jackie was almost out of his head with excitement. Without taking his eyes away from the unbelievably erotic sight, he fumbled for the button and zipper of his jeans. He wiggled his slim hips until the pants fell down and he could kick them away. His young hard cock sprang out and upward until it nuzzled his belly. He took hold of it with both hands and began to pump.
Martha was finally at fever pitch. She slowly brought the vibrator to her achingly wet pussy and inserted it lengthwise as deep as it would go. Shifting her grip, she let the side of the fake penis rest against her clitoris. Closing her eyes, she finally allowed herself to enjoy the beautiful sensations.
"Ahhhhhh! Pphhewwww!" The quick cum which swept over her was appreciated more as relief than ecstasy. She knew it was only a beginning. She could cum again and again and again-somehow, it took more orgasms to satisfy her this way than it did with a man-and she meant to masturbate as long as her wrist would hold up, until she finally fell asleep.
"Ooooooo," the boy moaned, unable to stop himself. "Ohhh, ohhhh!"
Martha blinked at the sounds rudely interrupting her rosy dream. At first she thought it was the radio, but soon it penetrated her drunken mind that she wasn't alone. She turned her head just enough to see the doorway. Screwing up her eyes to focus, she gaped at a ludicrous sight.
Her stepson-to-be was half crouching, naked from the waist down, his fat little dick sticking straight out. His knees bent in rhythm as he pumped away at his penis, and his wide eyes stared at her in an agonized fashion.
Her first thought was hot resentment at his spoiling her privacy. Then her eyes softened as she realized the fix he was in. He was embarrassed, but he couldn't help it-because he couldn't stop! Neither could he cum, evidently, and no doubt his sore balls were giving him bloody hell! He was a prisoner to his own hand and cock, and his own newly awakened sexuality.
"Jackie," she crooned. "Poor little guy!" She turned off the vibrator and leaned over the edge of the bed.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," he muttered without slowing his frantic pumping.
"Come over here, you poor kid," she said.
He obeyed, hopping and jerking, jerking and hopping. He knew he'd be terribly embarrassed later but all he could think about was the terrific need to pop off, and the utter impossibility of doing it!
Martha stretched out a hand and slid it under his. With a sigh, he yielded to her more experienced action. She drew him to her by his thick hard dick. And when he was close enough, she leaned down and sucked up the hot meat into her wet mouth. Her hands clamped around his asscheeks and pulled him up to her face, while her tongue slid rapidly up and down the slim white shaft.
"Jeeezzuussss!" Tears stood in his eyes as he felt the overwhelming relief. It took only seconds before the hot cum gathered in his balls began to spurt into her willing mouth. Even then it jetted spasmodically for a moment, and then poured out its full load of steamy jism.
Martha took it all, amazed that her first real taste of male sperm should come from this boy-a boy who was practically her son! The intensity of his pleasure was almost as sweet on her tongue as the taste of his boyish semen.
Still holding him by his buttocks, she carefully licked the diminishing rod clean, and scoured his balls as well. He really was so prettily made, so young and tender! She loved the rosy hairless testes with their finely grooved surface. And as the red nut of his cockhead retreated, she gave a last swipe over the little pointed soft lump of flesh. Just delicious!
"Oh, thank you, thanks, Martha!" Jackie sat on the floor and tried not to burst into tears. He didn't know what else to say, shamed as he was by first being discovered peeping, and then having that terrible experience of not being able to climax.
"It's all right, honey, you're okay," she soothed, petting his brown cowlick. "Come on now, climb up here where I can see you."
She'd already discovered her future stepson was almost as tall as his father, at thirteen, weedily overgrown. His knees and elbows stuck out awkwardly, he stumbled over his own feet and, in short, was going through all those growth stages which are so difficult for some kids. His awkwardness didn't take away from his undeniable good looks, however, and as soon as he filled out he'd be really handsome.
She stroked his shoulder while he buried his scarlet face in a pillow. "I'm not mad, it's okay," she kept saying. Her hand moved from his T-shirted arm to his bare bony hip. She massaged him gently, rubbing his buttocks and thighs and the back of his knees, then up under his T-shirt across his tautly muscled back.
When he finally looked up and smiled, she sighed in relief. "Just what were you doing anyhow, young man?" she demanded in mock sternness.
Jackie was at ease already in spite of the strange situation. He smiled at her, his eyes trying to meet hers instead of straying where they wanted to go. "Peeping, watching you," he said cheerfully. He wasn't afraid of her any longer!
"And what else?"
"Same thing you were doing," he asnwered saucily. "But golly, that never happened to me before. I mean, I couldn't stop and I couldn't go, if you know what I mean!"
"Have you been masturbating long?" She was curious, wondering about her own sons. "About six months," he said proudly. "Good for you! You're growing up!" Her mind was spinning with his nearness, and she felt her blood growing hot again. Of course she couldn't fuck him, not a young kid like this. Especially not Jeff's young kid! But that didn't mean they couldn't... amuse each other.. . play around a little, did it?
"I didn't know grownups did it," he said. "Sure they do! When they're alone, and even sometimes when they're not." She looked at him, trying to measure his degree of maturity and understanding. "My husband bought me that vibrator, as a matter of fact. For times when he had to be out of town. But for other times, too." "Really?" "Honest injun!"
Jackie got up on his elbows, eager to ask questions. Maybe he'd finally find out what it was all about! "But you talk like it's the natural thing to do, uh, having sex, I mean."
She had to laugh. "Of course it is!"
"Then why do people, grownups, make such a mystery about it? Especially where kids are concerned! They act like they're scared of it, and pretend it's dirty, and all that."
Martha had always tried to be honest with her own kids and she had to be with Jackie, too. "That's a hard question, hon, and I just don't have the answer. All I know is ..."
"Yeah?"
"We say one thing and do another, all of us. It's just the way it is. Like right now," she took a deep breath and turned pink in the face. "Right now, I have to tell you to get the hell out of here. Because it's the thing to say."
"And if I don't?" Jackie asked daringly.
"If you don't, I don't know what will happen." She reached out for him and pulled him close to her hot, naked, voluptuous body. "Or rather, I know all too well!"
Chapter Four
A heady feeling of power surged through Martha's drunken mind. For once in a sexual situation she was in control and could do anything she liked with the young boy! It'd all be new to him and he'd love it. She tightened her grip on him and they rocked back and forth slowly, pressing their bodies together. She was so starved for physical love, she wanted to extract every last bit of sensation from the contact. But his T-shirt was in the way!
Martha pulled it off him quickly and then wrapped him in her arms again, bare skin against bare skin. She could feel his cock begin to swell against her thigh. With a sudden curiosity, she reached for it. She'd thought about fucking a young boy before-shit, she'd thought about fucking the gray-haired milkman and the clerk in the supermarket and even her own broomstick!
But anyhow, she'd wondered from time to time what a child like this would look like. She'd even been tempted to peek at her own sons, since it'd been years since she'd actually seen them naked.
And it was a darned nice-looking little penis. She stroked its hot trembling length tenderly, and rubbed her fingertip around the little red nut barely visible under the foreskin. It was a nice surprise to discover he wasn't circumcized. She touched the hot velvety cleft and the moist little slit, and felt him shiver with pleasure.
"Golly, Martha," the boy mumbled, "why are you so good to me? I never dreamed a woman could feel so wonderful!"
"You like it, huh," she teased. "Well,'I may be the first, Jackie boy,\but you can bet I won't be the last!"
The boy was blissfully content with her hand on his prick and the other findling his balls. He was dying to ask her to suck his hard cock some more, but he didn't have the nerve. Meanwhile there was something he could do, and had always wanted to. Her big white jugs with their stiff red nipples were right in front of his face, practically putting his eye out! He brushed the tips of his fingers lightly over the firm mounds, amazed at the satiny feel and the firm but yielding flesh.
Martha moaned suddenly and Jackie realized he was giving her pleasure by his tentative touch. Emboldened, the boy caressed her tits and the soft yet pebbly areolas. He stared at them longingly and then gave in to his instinctive desire, dropping his head and sucking a stiff tit into his mouth.
"Aaaaahhh," she moaned into his shoulder as the delightful sucking made goosebumps on her skin. She wasn't doing the kid any harm, after all! Every boy should have an older woman for his first love: she'd read that somewhere. Everything he learned from her would enrich his future sex life, and that couldn't be all bad
It was just beginning to penetrate Jackie's mind that this was his golden opportunity, and since it might never come again he should make the most of it! He let go of her nipple, sighing as it slid over his lips, and decided she couldn't shoot him for asking.
"Martha. As long as, uh, as long as we're here like this... could I look at your pussy too?" he asked. -She was thrilled. "Of course you can, you little devil." A sudden doubt struck her. "But listen, Jackie. We're not doing anything bad, but other people wouldn't understand."
"You mean my Dad?" he grinned.
"Yes, and my kids, and the neighbors, and everybody! So if you think you can keep a secret..."
"Heck, who'd believe me anyway!" He could just about imagine telling his pals: and then my stepmother let me suck her tit, and play with her pussy. That was after she made me cum with my dong in her mouth! They'd laugh him out of town, and probably beat up on him as well for talking about somebody's Mother like that!
"I won't tell, Martha, Scout's honor!" He held up his hand in the proper signal so she'd know he meant it.
"In that case, be my guest," she laughed, spreading her legs invitingly. She was hot all over again, almost hot enough to cum at a touch. She watched with glazed eyes as the youngster slid slowly down her body, his eyes drinking in all the delightful curves. He poised himself above her crotch and his sturdy hands reached out hesitantly.
He fingered the curly muff and ran his hand slowly along the aroused lips of her cunt. That alone was enough to excite her more! Breathing noisily, she reached down and gently spread the lips of her cunt so the boy could see it all.
"Golly moses," Jackie exclaimed in an awed voice.
"Is this the first time you've seen a woman?"
"Yeah." He made a quick movement and then stopped and bit his lip. The bandage which went halter-like around his neck and over his collar bone didn't give him much room to maneuver.
"Is it hurting you?" she asked softly.
"No, no," he lied. The pain was nothing compared to the great thrill of seeing and touching her most secret and intimate parts.
"What were you doing with that thing?" he asked curiously. "What is it, anyhow?"
"You mean my vibrator?" she laughed. "You already know, don't you? I was, as you say, jerking myself off! Masturbating. It's a lot of fun!"
"Show me how you do it," he begged. "Do guys ever use one?"
"Yes ... but at your age, I don't think you need it! Do you really want to see me do it?" she said.
"Please," he begged.
The novel idea titillated her. "First I'd better tell you what I'm going to do, because later on I won't feel like talking!" She aimed a finger at the entrance to her cunt and shoved upward. "This is where ... where a man puts his cock. But I guess you know that."
"Sort of," he admitted. "I just never saw it before."
"Well, it feels good! But this-" she stroked her swollen clit-"this is what I call my love button! It's my clitoris and it's a woman's most sensitive spot, Jackie. Don't you ever forget it! It's like a man's prick, kind of. You know how you feel when you rub your dick?"
"Yeah, hot!" he laughed.
"That's just the way a woman feels when she rubs this." She picked up the vibrator and pressed the button. Putting the humming thing to her clit, she gasped with pleasure.
"Ummmmm," was all she could answer.
"Let me do it? Please?" the boy begged.
Slowly she moved it away and handed it to him. "Well, okay, but be very very gentle," she told him. "Ohhh yesss, Jesus, that's good!"
She writhed in pleasure and reached out for him without thinking. The boy scooted his ass forward so she could reach his cock and it began to twitch and grow inside her warm clasp.
He wanted to try putting it up her vagina as she'd done to herself, but first he simply had to feel her pussy. With the vibrator gently agitating her clit, he placed his palm flat on the wet surface of her slit. A little shiver ran through him as her hand tightened on his hardening dick. Then he crooked his middle finger and poked it slowly up into the yielding hole.
"Does that feel good?" he asked softly.
"Ohhhhhh. OOOOOOOOO!" she gasped.
Strange hot feelings washed over the boy's mind. The vibrator was too impersonal for him at the moment! He didn't want to handle plastic, he wanted to handle her! He tossed the instrument on the bed and put his face to her swampy pussy. He licked her clit long and lovingly, and then the entire ragged slit. His tongue shoved at her hole and penetrated to its full length.
"Oh sweet Jesus," the woman wailed when she felt her cunt stuffed full. It was deliciously tormenting-in fact, it was the last straw! Much as she loved it, she had to have more!
"Wait, Jackie," she begged, sitting up. "Honey, I shouldn't do this but... do you want to fuck? God, I just have to get fucked!"
He couldn't believe his luck! Of course he was timid, not really knowing how, but he was sure willing to try! "Holy shit, of course I do!" he cried.
He crouched between her knees and aimed his hard cock at her hot hole. The trouble was, he couldn't move his back freely for the pain of his broken collarbone, and the tight bandage inhibited his movements. He scooted forward on his ass, trying to lunge into her without using his back muscles.
"Oh Jackie, you poor thing," she said, understanding his problem. "Here, we'll do it a different way. Lie down on your back, honey."
When the boy obeyed her, she crouched over his long bony body and guided his hard prick up into her grasping wet cunt. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he slid up inside her. He discovered he could drive in and out with his lower back muscles and keep his shoulders flat. He grabbed her hips and stared at his own hard penis working its way in and out of her hot box. I'm really fucking, he said to himself in amazement.
Martha nearly went wild! She began grinding her way down onto his stiff pole in a circular motion, panting and mewling at the thrilling sensations. She tipped her body forward so her clit got a delicious soft abrasion from the base of his cock.
"Oh that's great, you're great, Jackie! Fuck me harder, don't stop now," she pleaded.
He grinned. He had no idea of stopping. He was not only satisfying his curiosity, he was having the most marvelous time of his life! And he gloried in the effect he was having on the beautiful voluptuous woman. And then, all too soon, he felt the tightening of his testicles he now knew meant he was about to climax.
"AAARRGGHHHH! OOOOOOFFFF!" he bellowed as wave after devastating wave swept through him. A fine sheen of sweat sprang out on his chest as the hot sperm rippled the length of his penis and burst out his glans.
"Oh no!" Martha could have cried. She wanted to cum so badly and here was he finished! She swayed over him, panting and frustrated. Jackie opened his eyes and smiled at her.
"Hey, that was super," he said blissfully. He still clung to her hips and she made no move to disentangle herself.
In moments, to Martha's surprise, he began to move his hips again, pressing up to her fevered pussy. Then she felt his cock swelling and moving inside her! He kept pumping his hard prick up and down relentlessly, to her sobbing relief.
"Yeah, man," she panted, urging him on. "Fuck me again, fuck me harder! You beautiful little fucking machine, do it to me!"
She hadn't been so excited in years! All the long frustration of her widowhood melted away in the fantastic thrills she experienced. And he was only a kid! She wondered if her own sons were such vigorous fuckers-and if they'd ever tried it! She slapped her plump ass up and down on his thin flanks, and the squishing sounds floated in the air.
His unfading sexuality was a revelation to the woman. She thought of the years she'd wasted and wished she'd had a young lover instead of the older man. She'd have been a much happier woman! The boy banged her with effortless ease, even with the handicap of his broken collarbone! She shivered as she thought what he could do when he was mended and could comfortably climb on top of her.
Meanwhile she did her part, tightening her inner vaginal muscles and loosening them, milking his hard prick as her cream cascaded down around his already drenched thighs and balls.
She reached between his legs and fondled his almost hairless nuts, squeezing them gently and feeling him jerk ecstatically. And then at last she began to reach the top of the high ladder, and the intensity of her bliss peaked and overflowed.
"EEEEEE! AAYYYEEEEE!" she shrieked as she exploded in a mind-stunning burst. A rosy flush sprang out on her white dangling boobs and she shivered as if from an internal earthquake.
"Holy shit," Jackie sighed. He too was cumming, for the second time without stopping, and he was drained and limp.
Martha finally fell away from him and lay sprawled on the bed, a beatific smile on her face. This was the happiest she'd been in a long time. Gratefully she reached out and squeezed his leg.
"Baby, that was the greatest," she said.
"Don't call me baby," the boy said sleepily.
She laughed. "I didn't mean baby baby, it's just a way of saying you're a doll!"
Sober by this time, Martha thought with amused disgust of the way she'd wasted all those hours. Getting drunk in the morning! She didn't need booze to enjoy the pleasures she'd found with this handsome youngster. And making puff paste! It would be more to the point if she cooked something which would please him, and let him know how happy and grateful she was.
No more drinking, she vowed. Well, cocktails were okay, after the day's work was over and before eating dinner. But no more of the sneaky alcoholic-type drinking!
The two weeks before her wedding, which had stretched out like a desert in her mind, now seemed hardly long enough. She'd been on the verge of suggesting that Libby come home-it hardly seemed proper for the girl to be staying with Jeff, even though he would soon become her stepfather. But the hell with proprieties! She wanted the next fourteen days just for herself and Jackie, with time to experiment and play and love and touch and fuck.
Jackie leaned up on one elbow. "I guess we shouldn't have done that, huh?"
She stared at him in astonishment. "Are you sorry we did?"
"No, of course not. How could I be sorry about something that felt so good?" He hesitated, and blushed. "But I guess we shouldn't any more. I guess my father wouldn't like it very much." For the first time he thought of himself as almost a man, and almost in competition with his own father. This was Dad's woman, and having sex with her would certainly make his father furious.
Martha was hurt and furious. She felt, logically or not, if she wasn't ashamed herself, the boy certainly had no right to be! Besides, she preferred not to think about Jeff at the moment. Jackie was right, of course; his father would be angry enough to chew nails. He'd even be angry enough to call off the wedding! And that she didn't want. In spite of what had been happening, she loved him and wanted to marry him.
So she put a rein on her temper. "I suppose you're right, Jackie," she said sadly. To herself, she added, the boy would pay for this as soon as he got horny and wanted her again! And she was very, very sure he would.
Chapter Five
Her revenge came sooner than she expected.
For the rest of the day, Martha was extremely careful not to touch the boy any more than was necessary. Of course she had to help him with dressing and undressing, and cut up his meat at dinner. But she did it all with exaggerated care, using her fingertips as if to avoid contamination from his body. From the embarrassed looks he gave her, he was getting the point.
She also spent some time showering, perfuming her body and putting on a light makeup, looking her most seductive. "Just for fun," she said, they ate by candlelight, with soft music on the stereo. Wearing a low-cut negligee, she sipped a glass of wine and stared into the shadows. She knew the contrast between her appearance and chilly manner would get to him, and it did.
But that was not what paid Jackie back.
The boy went up to bed early, sulking. Martha watched television until after the eleven o'clock, news, by herself. She was tempted to break her promise to herself and hit the vodka bottle again, but she managed to control herself. Actually it wasn't so difficult; her mind might be in a turmoil, but her body was more at peace with itself than in some time. Which wasn't to say she wasn't horny, because she was! But the driving intensity of the need had definitely lessened since her satisfying fuck with the thirteen-year-old.
She was almost asleep when she heard an odd sound, like a little moan, coming from the room where Jackie slept. She listened in the night silence, and heard it again. Not waiting to put on a robe, she tiptoed barefoot to his doorway. The poor kid, she thought. He was probably in pain because of the afternoon's unusual exercise, but was afraid to complain after her coldness.
"What is it, Jackie?" she whispered into the dark room. "Does your shoulder hurt?"
"No," came the weak voice. "It's my stomach. I've got an awful stomach ache, Martha."
She snapped on the light. Jackie was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He was almost doubled up in the tangled sheets, clutching his middle.
"What did you eat today at the ballgame?" she demanded. It couldn't be from dinner since they'd eaten the same things, and she felt fine.
"Just sandwiches you made," he said. "You can't spoil peanut butter and jelly, can you?"
"I guess not." She curled her toes against the coldness of the bare floor and thought. What if the boy had appendicitis? But then another struck her.
"Did you have a EM today?"
"No ..."
"Well, when did you?" Just like a lad, she thought.
"I dunno, it was a couple of days ago," he whimpered.
She didn't dare give him a laxative, in case it might be his appendix; she knew that much about it. And then the idea sprang into her mind, crystal dear, fully developed.
"I could call the doctor," she said, "or we could go to the hospital emergency room."
"Heck, no! It's not that bad, honest!"-
"Anyhow, I know what the doctor would say.
Just what he told me to do when E.J. had the same symptoms." She smiled. "Looks like I'm going to have to give you an enema, Jackie!"
"An enema!" He wasn't really sure what that meant but he didn't like the sound of it. "Listen, I'll be okay by morning. You don't have to do anything about it. It's better already." Just then an especially strong cramp hit him, and he doubled up with pain.
"Sure it is," she said sarcastically. "Now you do as you're told, young man! You get in the bathroom, and take your pajamas off. I'll be there in just a minute."
"Oh heck," he whimpered. "I don't want to."
"Seeing you naked isn't exactly a novelty," she commented dryly. "Now go on!"
She hummed happily as she searched through the linen closet for the old enema bag. It'd been years since she'd had to use it on her own kids, but Jackie wasn't to know that. At least not till it was all over! She found the bag and a jar of vaseline, and went to the bathroom.
The boy was standing there naked, shivering with cramps and embarrassment. She stopped in the doorway, unable to move for a moment. He did have such a delightful little penis! It was almost blue-white and ended in a little point. Her mouth filled with saliva as she stared. And such dear little cuddly balls! The limp sac was plainly visible behind his dangling prick, rosy and finely ridged.
"Uh, Martha, can't I do it myself? I mean, if you just tell me what to do," he said, eyeing the rubber bag and hose with its long black nozzle.
"Nonsense! Just think of me as your mother, Jackie. And I have to be sure you do it right." Briskly she filled the big with warm water and hooked it onto the shower curtain rod.
"What-what do I have to do?"
"Bend over with your back to me," she said. She could have him get in the bathtub, of course, but there was a more satisfying way.
"Like this?" He was redfaced and embarrassed.
"Yes, but spread your cheeks."
When his little brown hole winked up at her, she felt a sudden surge of lust. She had to lean on the washbasin to steady herself as her knees trembled.
He was bent forward awkwardly from the waist, holding his asscheeks with his hands. She took her time about greasing the end of the nozzle and aiming it at the little hole.
"Is it gonna hurt, Martha?"
"No, I put vaseline on it. But there's one thing, young man. I don't want a big mess here to clean up, you understand? You take every drop and tighten your muscles so it doesn't drip out. I mean it, Jackie!" She didn't really feel as fierce as she sounded, but if she didn't control herself and him, he might bolt and run! And the truth was, he needed the enema even if he didn't actually need her to give it to!
"What are you doing?"
"It's okay, honey. I'm just putting some warm water up your rectum. When you've got all you can hold inside you, you sit on the toilet. You won't have any trouble making a movement then! And your stomach will feel so much better."
She found the little puckered hole first with her finger, and pressed inward. He'd liked it well enough when she did this while she was sucking him off!
And, it turned out he still liked it! His cock began to swell and then quickly jerked upward, once, twice, until the stiff rod was nuzzling his belly! With her excellent view of his rear end, she could even see his testes tauten and grow rosily darker.
"That's not so bad," the boy said in a pleasured, surprised voice.
"I haven't even started yet," she laughed. Reluctantly she pulled her finger out, and began to insert the greased nozzle. It went in slowly but steadily, and she was gratified to see this did nothing to ruin his hard-on-even though the boy jerked and cried out.
"Hey, that hurts!"
"It can't hurt too much if you still have a stiffie," she teased. He was so much at her mercy then that she could afford to lighten up. She reached between his legs with her free hand and tweaked his hard cock. "Does that take your mind off it, honey?"
"Oh, Jesus," the boy grinned. He'd never felt so weird in his whole life! He was humiliated by the position he was in, and the nozzle really did hurt as it slid inexorably up his anus. But at the same time, the blood was pounding hotly in his head and his loins were swollen and excited. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry!
In a leisurely fashion, Martha made sure the nozzle was in as far as it would go without actually hurting him. He was braced on the toilet tank and slipped his hands down to the seat for better balance, yielding even more completely to her domination. She raised a hand to the metal cutoff, and sprang the clip part way. Warm water began to trickle into his backside.
"There, that isn't so bad, is it?" she said soothingly. "But you remember to hold it all in, now! I don't want water and shit all over the bathroom floor!"
"Yes'm," he mumbled, awed by the strange sensations.
The only thing wrong, the woman decided, was that she didn't have a hand free to jerk his hard dick! But maybe it was better that way anyhow. She didn't want to take advantage, no, indeed! What she wanted was for him to come to her, begging for sexual release. And from the look of him it wouldn't be long!
So she feasted her eyes instead, and controlled the flow of the water, and kept the hose firmly attached to his backside. But she couldn't do a thing about her own almost overwhelming horniness!
"Hey! I can't hold it in any longer," the alarmed boy cried. "I gotta take a dump, Martha, right now!"
"Okay, okay!" Sensing his urgency, she closed the metal clip. She took his hand and guided it back to the red rubber tube. "You back up to the john and then take it out," she instructed. "I'll be in the kitchen when you're through."
She left hastily and closed the door to give him privacy. In the kitchen she sat down moodily and lighted a cigarette. It was this morning all over again-an almost instant replay! She'd wanted revenge for the hurt to her pride, but mostly she wanted to make him crazy with the hots for her. So what happened? He probably got rid of his stomach ache, and she got herself in a tighter bind than ever before! She wanted him so badly she could barely control herself!
Hardly knowing what she was doing, she leaped up and mixed a vodka and orange juice. Getting in the refrigerator, she saw the wrapped package of puff paste. God, she might as well! She turned the oven on to pre-heat and downed a healthy slug of her drink.
She could hear the toilet flushing repeatedly and the water running in both basin and shower. She grinned, figuring he was probably in there mopping up with dampened toilet paper, and cleaning himself as well.
When Jackie finally came out of the bathroom, still towelling his hair dry, he stood in the kitchen doorway in amazement. What in the world was Martha doing! The kitchen was littered with cooking things, and she was furiously stirring something in a double boiler. He gave his hair a last swipe and knotted the towel around his waist like a sarong. She was so beautiful and desirable, the youngster could hardly bear it!
Her hair stood out around her flushed face in a lustrous halo. Her nightgown barely covered her bulging breasts and round hips, and clung to her body. The semi-transparent green silk had dark splotches where her cunt juices had dampened it. She stirred the mixture with a spoon in one hand, while she held a drink in the other, sipping it furiously from time to time. The warm smell of baking filled the air.
"Uh, Martha," he began.
She looked up and smiled brightly. "How do you feel, Jackie?"
"Oh fine, that did the trick." He blushed and added, "Thanks, Martha. I sure feel better."
"That's nice, dear." She took the pan from the stove. "This has to cool before I can fill the patty shells."
"What in the world are you doing? It's almost three o'clock in the morning!"
"Yes, and I haven't even been to bed yet," she laughed. She was determined to keep busy until her frantic pussy ache left her free to sleep. She couldn't bear to get herself off with the vibrator, after the delightful experience with real sex.
"Can I help?"
"No, no," she said, not looking at him. She refilled her glass and sat at the table.
"Well, can I sit down and talk to you?" Without waiting for an answer, he perched on a chair.
"I suppose so."
Jackie didn't know how to begin. Here he was alone in the middle of the night with the most sensuous, seductive woman he'd ever seen. He already regretted the things he'd said. Not that his Dad wouldn't be angry, it was true enough. But he'd behaved like a spoiled kid. Had his fun and then gone all righteous on her. Dad would never have to find out-and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, would it?
And the worst part was that under the towel, his dick was hard and eager. His whole body burned with lust, and he didn't know how to go about telling her. Or even ask her to overlook his snottiness in the afternoon.
"Okay, kid, talk!"
"Gol, Martha, I don't know what to say! I just wish-oh heck, you're so good to me, and I've been acting like a jerk. Won't you please forgive me?" he pleaded.
This was more like it! Martha smiled graciously and said, "Of course, Jackie. I'm not angry."
"But you were," he blurted. "I know you were! I'd give just anything if-"
"If what, honey?"
"If you'd let me kiss you again, and touch you and-oh shit! I wanna fuck you, Martha! I wanna fuck you so bad," he wailed.
Her heart melted. She gave him a loving smile and the boy rushed over to her awkwardly. He collapsed in a heap of elbows and knees at her feet, his head in the warm softness of her lap. The pungent scent of her pussy juices intoxicated him so, he went slightly crosseyed with pleasure.
"Please, please, can we go up to bed?" he begged.
Martha shook on her shaky legs and pulled him to his feet. She hardly noticed the mess in the kitchen, nor bothered to turn off the overhead light. Arms wrapped around each other, they staggered up the stairs to her bedroom.
Oh, it would be a heavenly two weeks, she thought happily. And she'd make it all up to Jeff after they were married, even though he'd never know a thing about it. She'd love him so good, never be sorry he married her.
That is, if loving and sex were what Jeff wanted out of the marriage. She sure as hell wished she knew before it was too late.
Chapter Six
"Enough of this fooling around," Jeff said as firmly as he could. "It's fun and all that, Libby, but I do have a few other things to do."
"All right for you," Libby pouted. "You're just chickenshit!"
"That's not it, that's not it at all! Don't forget I have a business to run. And there's a lot to get ready before your mother and I can get married, and go on a honeymoon."
"Yeah, I know." The little girl relented. She bet she could make him stay if she wanted to. All she'd have to do was grab hold of his big fat cock and pop it in her mouth! But she didn't want to spoil a good thing, and besides, she felt like having a little nap. "So go ahead! Want me to start getting dinner?"
"That would be nice of you." Jeff felt gratified by her offer, and figured maybe he hadn't done any harm after all by messing around with her. He knew how little the kid did at home, and even then it took a lot to get her to do the little. Maybe she'd be more cooperative with her mother, since she'd established a pleasant relationship with her stepfather.
Maybe "pleasant relationship" weren't exactly the right words, but he hated to be more explicit even in his own mind.
In any case he'd never felt better as he wheeled his old car out of the driveway. His real estate business wasn't the greatest in the world, but then he wasn't the most ambitious man around either. The town was called Harkerville, but not for Jeff. It was his grandfather who'd bought the land cheap and early, and subdivided it, until the small town grew up around it. He knew people thought he was wealthy because of the name, but the truth was far different. He was an easy-going man who worked just hard enough to maintain an undemanding way of life.
At least Martha wasn't fooled. He'd gone over it all with her when he asked her to marry him. "I guess I could get out and hustle my ass, sweetheart," he said. "But I'm not really interested. I wouldn't want you to have any illusions about me."
He well remembered her slow smile, and what she said: "All the more time for me then, Jeff, right?"
He did have one big piece of business on hand, and it was necessary to wind it up before the wedding. He was handling the sale of one of the largest farms in the county. Both the buyer and the seller were canny countrymen, horse traders who wanted to dicker over every last interest point and every piece of equipment. Jeff already knew how it would come out, down to the finest details, but he had to go through the motions. Those two good ole boys wouldn't think they had their money's worth from him, unless he let them each think they'd driven a hard bargain.
And the fat commission was essential, both for the honeymoon and to get the marriage off to a good start.
He whistled a cheerful tune on the way to his office, and once there he had no trouble keeping calm and in control as he went over the details of the deal with George, the seller.
"You seem mighty pleased about something," the old codger said suspiciously.
"Getting married in two weeks," Jeff answered happily.
"Hmmph! Don't suppose you have your mind on my business at all," George said.
"Of course I do. You haven't found anything wrong yet, have you?" He began to sweat a little. If the contrary old guy thought he was getting chiseled, he'd take twice as long as he already had to sign.
"Listen, George. Everything's going so well... it is, isn't it? Why don't you stop out at the house and have a shooter of bourbon with me?" Jeff chuckled. "Won't be a bachelor much longer, George, you know how it is!"
Immediately afterwards he remembered Libby, and feared his euphoria might have gotten him in trouble. But shoot, who'd suspect anything with a little girl like that? Besides, it might help put off a confrontation with the kid. He had a feeling she was going to want heavier and heavier sexual dues from him. In a way he wanted the very same thing, but his native caution warned him of the obvious dangers.
George, a widower who was going to retire to Florida, was a lonely man and he accepted the invitation with alacrity. He was sixty-seven years old and had plans for his retirement which he wouldn't want told around Harkerville. But he felt Jeff was more a man of the world than the local farmers and small businessmen. It wouldn't pain him at all to share some of those dreams over a tall bourbon-and-branch.
Libby heard the hearty voices of men from the front part of the house. She peeked from the hall and immediately concluded, rightly, that Jeff was bringing in reinforcements. If he managed to get through the night without a sexual encounter, he might even get brave enough to send her back to Ma!
And that, the twelve-year-old decided, was not about to happen!
She shot upstairs and into the shower. With dean clothes and shining hair, she walked demurely into the living room. The men were gaffawing together over a drink-telling dirty jokes, she bet.
"Well, well, Jeff who's this? You've been holding out on me, old son," George shouted crudely.
Jeff gawked. There was no one thing in Libby's appearance he could put his finger on, but the whole effect was of blatant sexuality. She wore a skin-tight pair of bright red shorts that rode skimpily over her pert ass. A red print halter top barely concealed her firm budding breasts. Her long blond hair floated down her back. Maybe it was something about the way she walked, he thought. She was barefoot and even her naked toes looked indecent to the half-sozzled pair.
"Oh, uh, this is Martha's daughter Libby," Jeff said unhappily. "She's staying a couple days to play with, uh, what's your girl friend's name, honey? Anyhow, I think she's going back tomorrow."
"Haw, haw, haw!" laughed the older man. "You've really got yourself a deal, boy! Mother and daughter both!"
"George, watch yourself. She's only twelve years old."
"You know what they say, boy, if they're big enough they're old enough!" But George subsided. "Sorry, no offense," he said gruffly.
Jeff suggested Libby go and play but she insisted on watching television which was, of course, in the living room. "I'll keep it low," she promised. Sprawling on the floor with her back to the men, the precocious girl smiled to herself at the view they must be getting of her round buttocks with the shorts riding up her ass.
Embarrassed but helpless, Jeff went to the kitchen to fix another couple of drinks. The trouble was, the sight of the little girl affected him even worse than his friend. He didn't dare go back in the living room with the hard-on shoving out the front of his trousers! In despair he finally took a piece of ice into the downstairs lavatory. Opening his fly, he pressed the cold cube firmly on the offending organ until it wilted. It wasn't much fun but it did the trick!
He walked back into the living room fairly well under control, at least until he looked around. And there was the spirited little girl perched on George's lap! The man had a hand on her hip, and was laughing loudly, his dentures clicking and ipittle gathering at the corners of his mouth.
"LIBBY!" Jeff thundered. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"
She looked up with innocent eyes. "Why, Daddy Jeff, Mr. Smith just asked me about school, and I was telling him. What are you so mad about?"
"Get off his lap! You're too big for that," Jeff said, trying to speak calmly. Just as Martha said, that child was a devil!
"All right, Daddy Jeff." She walked out of the room with her chin high and tears sparkling in her huge blue-violet eyes.
"You shouldn't have shouted at her. It was really my fault," George said, somewhat ashamed of himself. "Youngsters today ... I don't know, Harker. She maybe be twelve, but she's twelve-going-on-twenty."
Somehow the spirit was gone from their social hour and the older man finished his drink quickly and left. Jeff walked into the kitchen. It didn't help his mood any to find a demure Libby with apron over her shorts, dishing up fried chicken and mashed potatoes.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Lib," he said, trying to keep his voice level. "But you really are too old for lap-sitting, you know. And that outfit! Don't you have any clothes that are big enough for you?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy Jeff," she said, putting the plates carefully on the kitchen table. "I shouldn't have sat on his lap."
Mollified by her apology, he tucked into a delicious dinner. Maybe Martha hadn't taught her manners, but she'd sure as hell made a cook out of her!
"This is delicious," he said. "Go ahead and eat, Libby, don't play with your food."
"Okay." She forked a mouthful pensively. She smiled wickedly and added, "But did I ever give him a hard-on! And all he had the nerve to do was pinch my fanny!"
"LIBBY!" Outraged all over again, he glared at her. "What do you think you're doing, anyhow! You need a good spanking!"
"Huh," she answered rudely. "I'd like to see you try!"
"You would, would you!" Blind with anger, he shoved back his chair and grabbed for her. Libby fought back, kicking with her bare feet at his legs and twisting in his grasp. He overpowered her so easily that he began to feel ashamed of himself again-besides, the warmth and feel of her nubile body set his head pounding again.
And then Libby, still frantically trying to get loose, bent her head and sank her white teeth into his wrist!
"Owwwwww!" he hollered. "You damn little devil you! You DO deserve a spanking and that's just what you're going to get!"
He sank into a chair and pulled her sprawling across his lap, face down. She lay there panting, momentarily limp. He yanked viciously at her zipper. Because of the tightness of her shorts, it was sunk in the crease of her ass and the material gave way with a tearing sound.
"Oh! You're ripping the clothes off me! Help, somebody! HELLLPPP!" She began to wiggle again. L
"Nobody can hear you," he said through gritted teeth, "So you might as well save your breath." With no surprise he realized she wore nothing under the skimpy pants but her own smooth skin. Throwing the remnants of cloth on the floor, Jeff raised his hand and brought it down in a stinging slap. He could see the red imprint of his palm on her tender buttocks.
"I'm gonna tell! I'll tell Ma you hit me!" she wailed.
He spanked her three or four more times, not as hard as he could but forcefully enough to make her squeal and scream. Then he sat panting, looking at the evidence of his brutality on her creamy white bottom.
He wasn't really sorry; she'd asked for it, and she got it. But the feeling growing inside him couldn't be denied. If he'd been lustfully excited before, it was nothing compared to the heavy throbbing in his crotch as he stared at her splotched sore bottom. He was going to do it, he hated the thought but he knew nothing could stop him now. His hard dick pressed against his pants and Libby could surely feel it on her tummy. That was why she was being so quiet and good, he knew. But maybe this time she'd find she'd bit off more than she could chew!
Slowly he untied the halter at the neck, and then she was all naked except for a scrap of red still clinging to her waist. He remembered the way her red shorts had ridden low, revealing the slight curve of her belly and the dimple of her navel. He didn't blame old George Smith one little bit!
He raised her and turned her over, perching her on his knee. She looked at him questioningly, her face tear-streaked but pleased.
"Whatcha gonna do, Daddy Jeff?" she asked with her innocent air.
"You'll find out. Come on now." Taking her by her mop of hair, he half led and half dragged her to the staircase. Libby went willingly enough, though he could see she didn't like being forced. His erection ached and throbbed with every step. Finally in his bedroom, he shoved her on the bed and stood in front of her.
"Okay, you little sex box," he taunted. "You can unzip me now."
"I will when I'm ready," she pouted. He raised his hand threateningly. "You'll do what you're told," he said, "or you'll get another spanking."
"All right, all right!" Shivering in pretend fear, she tugged at his zipper. Grinning down at her, his eyes licked every inch of her slim pretty body. Suddenly she discovered she'd have to open the buckle and gripper snap first, and she struggled with them. He was in no hurry. Never mind the half-eaten dinner downstairs. Never mind the possible consequences of his rash act. He was going to stick his meat in that twelve-year-old pussy and fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her! He didn't give a rat's ass what happened afterward-this moment was all that mattered.
His trousers slid to the floor, jingling with the change in his pockets. His undershorts couldn't begin to hold his huge erection; it poked its scarlet head through the fly and pressed the bulging cloth outward.
"Go on," he invited, and Libby slid his shorts down his hips. Immediately his cock sprang to full heavy erection, arched skyward and swaying like a snake.
"Jeezchris," Libby marveled. "It looks even bigger than this afternoon."
For once he didn't scold her for swearing. If she's old enough to fuck, I guess she's old enough to use bad language! he told himself. But he hoped she wouldn't be too frightened.
He should have known; the girl was irrepressible.
"You just wanna have me look at it," she said saucily, "or are you gonna beat me to death with it!"
"I'm going to beat you with it," he grinned.
Pulling her after him, he climbed on the bed. He knew he'd better warm her up before the big act, or he really would tear her up. Besides, his mouth was watering with the memory of her young cream on his tongue. He sat her squarely on his face and instantly his tongue shot up into her moist warm depths. He licked her clit and tongue-fucked her until she was wildly wriggling on top of him, frantically trying to grind her childish ass farther onto his probing tongue.
Jeff tried to keep himself on a tight rein. He was afraid he might pop his nuts at any moment, and spoil it all. He had a feeling he could get another hard-on in fifteen minutes or so, especially with this armful of luscious young flesh, but he didn't want to take the chance. What a fiasco it would be if he climaxed and then couldn't get it up again! And he was after all almost forty-five!
He was also tenderly aware that he didn't want to hurt her, not really. Her first real sexual experience should be sweet and happy, not painful and frightening.
So on the one hand, he wanted to go slow and make it easier for her. On the other hand, if he didn't do it soon he'd pop off all over her legs and the bed sheets!
He pulled her down and got his knees between her legs. She was spreadeagled and giggling with pleasure.
"Are you gonna screw me, Daddy Jeff?" she asked happily.
"Very soon now," he promised.
He got a hand into her crotch and quickly shoved one finger up her gaping creamy slit. This was a different sensation than his tongue, and he felt her stiffen instantly. Then she smiled, and relaxed, and he knew it was all right. His middle finger probed deeper until it met a strange resistance. Well, of course! It was her hymen-he'd just forgotten about all that virginity implied.
He was tempted to flop her down and stuff his huge cock up her virginal cunt and get it over with. So it hurt the first time! They had all night-hell, they had two weeks together. He'd have plenty of time to make it up to her, to show her how sweet and delicious fucking could be.
But he knew he was thinking with his gonads, not with his mind. If he ruined it the first time-well, it was a make or break situation. In spite of all her bravado, she really didn't have the slightest conception of what was awaiting her. If he hurt her badly the first time, she might never recover from the psychic shock.
So he sighed, and let his mind float loose, and his erection deflate a tiny bit. Meantime he kept up his finger-fucking until she was taking it as excitedly and ecstatically as she took his tongue.
I couldn't do this every day, he thought and grinned to himself. But who's complaining!
At last he decided she was ready, or as ready as she'd ever be. She'd had two or three little climaxes, sighing and fluttering moments of ecstasy. Her little tight cunt wasn't going to grow any bigger in the next half hour!
So Jeff rolled her under him and crouched on his hands and knees, looking down at the slight girlish form. She blinked up at him happily, understanding that the moment of truth had arrived. By this time Libby was so deeply passionately involved, he could do anything he liked to her!
Jeff guided his huge throbbing cock with his hands, pointing it at the dark indentation and inching the head barely inside. He held his breath, thrilled beyond words.
The telephone beside the bed began to ring.
Chapter Seven
"... but it might be Martha. Your mother." Jeff reached for the phone.
"Yeah, that's what I mean," Libby said moodily.
With a heartfelt sigh, he brought the phone to his face. "Hello?... oh George. Oh?... Well, that's all right. Face it, she's a smartass little girl and she was asking for it t.... Yeah, I know. But Martha's done her best.... Yes, a father's firm hand is exactly what she needs." He grinned at the girl wickedly.
"Well, sucks to you," she said, sticking her tongue out.
"No, it's okay. Don't you worry.... Yeah, goodnight now."
He hung up the phone and turned to Iibby. "You had that poor old man in a sweat, honey. Said he couldn't sleep for worrying about what he'd done, or almost done."
"Sucks to him, too!"
"I don't know where you get your language. And look at me now," he said ruefully. His erection hadn't resisted the thought of Martha's being on the phone, even though it really wasn't her.
"Before I just didn't like him, now I hate him,"
Iibby said passionately.
"Yeah. But you know what you can do about it, don't you?"
The mischievous girl's face lighted up. "Yeah!" She dived for his crotch immediately and began to suck on his soft prick. After a moment she put her head up and asked anxiously, "This is what you meant, isn't it?"
"Right, honey. But take it a little easy, will you? Keep your lips looser, just slide up and down. I don't want it bit off!"
She made a face and went back to work. Even without an erection, Jeff had a deep stone ache that tormented him. To his enormous relief, only a few moments with her busy tongue and sucking mouth did the trick. He could feel it swell up, his hardening prick almost choking her young throat.
"Ahhhhhh," he said with deep satisfaction.
Now he was in a hurry, a big hurry! All the delays were driving him crazy! Lust clogged his throat and made his hands tremble. Almost roughly, he hauled the child away from his crotch and spread her out on the bed. He wondered if he should just jam it into her, and remembered he'd already reasoned that out. He grasped her slender waist and pulled her toward him. She was on her back with knees apart and flexed, her wet little pussy turned upward and ready to receive him. He knelt between her thighs and feasted his eyes on her slight young body, trying to control the fast beating of his heart.
"Will it hurt?" Libby quavered.
"Maybe ... for a moment."
"Just a moment? Honest?" Her blue-violet eyes were wide.
"Now who's chickenshit," he teased. "Listen, fttle doll, I can't guarantee it won't hurt. In fact, it probably will for a teeny little bit. Do you know why?"
"N-no," she said.
He leaned down to kiss her, and they traded tongues happily for a moment. Then he smiled lovingly and said, "You've got a membrane, a kind of skin there. It's called the hymen."
"Oh yeah, I learned about it in Hygiene. I'd forgotten."
"Well, whenever you get your cherry popped-whether it's tonight or five years from now-that hymen has got to go. And they say it hurts a little."
"Oh well, if that's all," she said trustfully. "I just kinda thought... I mean, your dong is awful big!"
He gulped and decided to quit talking while he was ahead. Of course he was too big for her tiny cunt! Of course there'd be some pain as he slid back and forth, up and down the unused passage! But why frighten her unnecessarily? They were both committed now, they couldn't back out! He kissed her again as he slid the tip of his cock up and down the ragged slit of her tiny hairless twat, working her cream over his stiff rod to grease it.
"I'll go nice and slow and easy," he murmured in a hypnotic voice. "Any time it hurts you too much, you just sing out! I'll stop right away, I promise you!" One tiny little lie wasn't going to make any difference in the end. He knew good and goddamn well he wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, once he was ploughing that virgin furrow!
He positioned the tip of his throbbing frustrated cock in the entrance to her vagina, easing it slowly forward. It went smoothly for a short distance and then stubbed up against her inner barrier, as he'd known it would. He pressed forward.
"Oh, stop. STOP! IT HURRRTSS!"
Jeff held his position and kissed her again, and dipped to suck quickly on her pretty little tits. At this rate, he'd be two months just busting her cherry! And he couldn't take much more!
"Listen, honey. If you had an adhesive bandage on, and were going to take it off, how would you like it to happen? A long slow careful tugging, or one big yank?"
"Huh? Wha-at do you ... I see. A fast yank, I guess," she said bravely.
"Okay, a fast yank it is! He kissed her again reassuringly, and pulled a couple of inches backward. His hands gripped her shoulders, and she hung on to his sides, digging her sharp little nails into his sides. Jeff rested a moment, praying silently that all would go well. For his sake as well as hers!
Then he slammed forward vigorously, and before she could do more than gasp and whimper, he fucked into her again and again. He could feel the sudden gush of blood around his marauding organ, and his cockhead sent distress messages back to his brain. But his own momentary discomfort meant no more to him than hers!
"Ooooooo! OWWWWWWWWW! JEFFFFFFFFF," the girl wailed.
He couldn't stop if he wanted to. He still had enough control not to force his huge cock into her as deeply as he could go, but that was about it. Everything else was out of control, running wild, his body an inexorable machine that wouldn't let him slow, much less stop.
Her tight juicy little cunt felt so damn good, he had tears in his eyes! It fitted around him like a glove, clinging yet slipping and sliding with the lubrication of her fluids and her blood.
Libby's sobs subsided after a moment. She felt his huge dick slamming in and out of her tender vagina and a sense of wonder grew in her. It hurt a little still, but it also felt just great. She could feel herself beginning to respond to the crude invasion of her tender unused passage. It felt as if he'd drive right through her.
"Ahhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered with surprise as she felt him grind his pelvis against her erectile clitoris as he worked his enormous penis in and out of her rapidly expanding canal.
Jeff was going for broke! He hunched his long body up, his ass a white blur as he fucked her at a furious pace. He grabbed her tiny ankles and slung them over his shoulder, and lunged into her slick vagina with long swift strokes.
"Like ... that... baby," he grunted.
"Yeah, yeah," she moaned. "Sheeit, Jeff, fuck me harder!"
He grinned and panted and did his forty-five-year old best. His heavy hairy balls slapped against the exposed cheeks of her ass as he rammed home time and again. The little devil, he knew she'd like it!
And she did-in fact, she loved it! Looking down between their sweat-wet bodies, Libby could see his stiff rod gliding in and out of her hole. His humping, grinding torso continually made it appear and disappear. The sight alone made her crazy with lust! She squirmed and writhed, tossing her long hair wildly, panting and moaning continually.
Libby's orgasm came over her without warning. One moment she was thoroughly involved in the thrilling fucking, bringing her wet pussy up to meet his hard stroke. And then something broke in her mind and exploded outward, setting her body and arms and legs to moving in a vast vibration.
She couldn't even shout out of her dry throat! It was the most overwhelming sensation she'd ever felt-like having her cherry popped, it was pleasure so intense it was just this side of pain.
"RRROOOOOOFFF! AAARRRGGGHHH!" The sounds burst from his tortured lungs as he exploded inside her. The heavy thudding of his heart blinded and deafened him for one long glorious moment as his jism spurted hotly into her tiny cunt.
"Jeeeeeezzzchriiisss," she sobbed as she clung to his heaving body. She climaxed again and again like a small string of firecrackers had gone off inside her quaking body.
Eventually Jeff leaned up on an elbow and smiled at her. "No matter what anybody else says, kid, you're a woman now!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, not wanting to let go of his thick penis inside her. Still unable to talk, she grinned at him weakly.
Jeff sensed her desire to maintain the close contact, but he didn't dare let all the weight of his big body down on her. So he held her carefully and rolled on his side, where she snuggled into the warmth of his flesh, her slim legs still wrapped around his big frame.
So he'd fucked a virgin! He blinked and tried to remember if this was the first time. And then he reddened as he wondered how he could have forgotten. Leila, his ex-wife had been virgin when they married! But the consummation of their marriage hadn't been anything like this!
Leila! No wonder he forgot her! Although now that his treacherous memory brought her back, he could close his eyes and see her as if she were standing there. She'd been a beautiful woman-hell, she undoubtedly still was, wherever she might be. Tall and well stacked, she'd excited his lust from the first time they met. He'd been happy enough to wait for the wedding, dreaming away his engagement with the promise of rich pleasures to come.
Leila was tall, and red-haired, and built, as the fellows said, like a brick shithouse. She looked like every young man's dream of paradise, from the tip of her shining head to the gentle sway of her hips to her long slim legs and pretty feet. Jeff couldn't understand now, any more than he could when they were married, how a chick who looked like that could be frigid. Yet it was so.
He groaned when he remembered the wedding night. Of course they were full of champagne-even Leila was tight as a tick! He'd planned the whole thing with elaborate care. After the reception, the two of them slipped away unobserved. They were flying to the West Coast for a honeymoon, but the first night was to be spent close to home, in the most elegant hotel the area offered. When the smiling bellman closed the door behind him, Jeff looked around and approved. The room was filled with flowers. A cold supper lay ready on a table. And next to the bed was a silvery bucket with a bottle of excellent champagne-as if they needed more!
He'd hardly been able to keep his hands off his bride up to that point, and at last he had her, all his, all alone. He put his arms around her and began kissing her pretty, sexy-looking face. But Leila yawned.
"I'm hungry," she pouted. "I just couldn't eat yesterday or today."
So they ate. Jeff couldn't have told you what.
Then she had to have a bath. "You open the wine, darling, while I'm in the bathroom." She soaked for a solid half hour! He drank most of the champagne himself and wished he had the nerve to jerk off while he waited. In those days, he could get it back up in a matter of minutes, so that part was all right. But he was afraid to risk getting caught at it.
The evening seemed endless as he remembered it, but at last he had her in the big king-size bed. He fell on her with hot wet kisses, his strong arms circling her pliant body. He did his damndest but she didn't seem to respond.
He just couldn't wait any longer! Reasoning that she'd be more interested in lovemaJring once she knew what it was all about, he pulled up her filmy nightgown. She didn't exactly struggle, but she did say, "Do we have to do it tonight, honey? Can't we wait?"
"Wait?" The young Jeff was astonished. "What the hell for?"
He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, and he managed to get her legs apart and position his cockhead in her narrow slit. If he'd had more experience, he'd have realized how totally unaroused she was. The least he could do, he knew later, was to grease his with vaseline. But he didn't. Instead he forced her round thighs wider and shoved his hot meat up where it achingly wanted to go. She was bone dry and it hurt him too, but in his ignorance he expected her to be that way. He hunched his back and shoved. And she screamed. "My god, my god, you're killing me," she sobbed.
Aware of the rooms around them, and the lack of privacy, he cradled her in his arms and tried to comfort her. The most embarrassing part was knowing everyone in the hotel knew they were on their honeymoon. And his bride was screaming!
His face hot, he tried again with his finger. And that time he realized the problem. Her hymen was tough as an old boot! It refused to yield to his finger or his cock. Oh, he probably could have driven through it then and there, with a little pain on both sides. And maybe he should have, the hell with what other people might be thinking. But he didn't, he let her get away with it.
By the time the two-week honeymoon was over, he'd finally managed, more through persistance than anything else, to puncture the tough membrane. But any hopes of having a willing sex partner were gone.
On his wedding night, he spent his seed in the toilet bowl, making love to his fist as he'd done so many lonely bachelor nights. It wasn't the first time, but he'd hoped it would be the last. In this, as in every aspect of his marriage, he was disappointed.
So-it was no wonder he found it easy to forget Leila!
They screwed once a week, on Saturday night, preferably after a heavy drinking session which helped to numb her sensitivities. He didn't enjoy it much more than she did. She lay there inert, a martyr in his gross manhood, and let him do it.
It was during the years of his marriage that Jeff built up his circle of amateurs, call girls and just plain hookers. He was always discreet about his adventures and never, ever made it with anyone who knew Leila. To all outward appearances, they had a very successful marriage.
He wondered idly how she was making out these days. When she finally did leave him, it was for a wealthy elderly man, an ideal husband for the frigid Leila. He wouldn't demand much of her except that she look beautiful, and he'd satisfy her need for luxury. Jeff was glad to let her go, and stood up under his friends' commiserations with stoic silence. Of couse he was laughing inwardly ... with happiness.
Martha was the first woman he'd met since that he'd wanted to marry. Now he wondered if he were making the same mistake all over again! Why the hell hadn't he insisted on more than good-night kisses and a couple of quick feelies! It was the first time it'd struck him. Men did tend to marry the same kind of woman, he knew. But Martha gave every promise of being a warm responsive woman ... as had the damned Leila!
Meanwhile, Martha's daughter stirred in his arms. Making a mental note to examine these unpleasant thoughts later, he hugged the child to him. To his happy surprise, his cock was stirring too. He flexed his loins tentatively, and felt the swelling and hardening inside her tight juicy cunt. Sonofabitch, he was like a kid again!
"How did you like that, little darling?" he said tenderly.
"It was just super," she answered dreamily.
"Ready to try it again?"
She twinkled at him mischievously. "I thought you'd never ask!"
This time he went slow and easy, long delicious strokings in and out, both of them lying on their side. She was freer to move, to swish her little ass up at him, to nibble on his skin and lick his flat nipples. He ran a big hand up and down her bottom, cupping it possessively, suddenly fierce.
"Am I good fucker?" she whispered.
"The best! The very best!" he assured the little girl.
Chapter Eight
"I don't know what time 111 be home," He warned her. "Why don't you go find your girl friend Susan if you're bored?"
"Then I would be bored," Libby giggled, hugging herself. "Now don't you worry about me, Daddy Jeff. I'll keep busy."
He tooled the car on the highway, thinking he should be exhausted. How many times had he fucked the twelve-year-old during the night? He'd lost count, but it was at least four! And instead of being tired, he never felt better in his lifef His male ego inflated by his success, his usually tense body relaxed, Jeff thought he could lick his wieght in wildcats.
At the very least, he could get George Smith and the fellow who was buying George's place to agree on a few things!
Iibby wandered back in the house, thinking how naive males were-even grownup ones. Play with Susan indeed! The girls were rivals as much as friends, and she certainly didn't intend to share her new knowledge with any girl. And Sue would pry it out of her, she'd know instantly that something was up.
Iibby giggled. Something was up, all right-her new Daddy's hard cock!
Anyhow, she wanted time to herself to think and remember, to relive all those precious thrilling moments. She cleaned up the kitchen and straightened the rest of the house, thinking how strange it was that she could fool her mother easily, any time. But Susan was a different story.
It took her a long time to remake the bed. She smoothed the stained sheets with her hand, and then buried her face in them. The pungent odors of their mingled sexual juices just turned her on all over again! Her hand strayed up under her short skirt, but then she thought better of it. She'd let all her normal sexual excitement build up all day, and then release it joyously with Jeff!
Besides, she was the least little bit sore down there. She found it was easier to walk spraddle-legged, and to put a cushion under her when she sat down. But she'd be fine by evening, she was sure of it!
Once the bed was made up with fresh linen, there was really nothing more to do. Her mother would have been amazed at finding Libby actually doing housework-then she might have been suspicious!
Thoughts of her mother weren't really welcome, and she tried to switch her mind somewhere else. She got together a tray with milk and sandwiches and cookies, and a book, and her portable radio, to take to her own secret place under the wisteria vine.
On a sudden impulse, she ran back upstairs. The sheets were stuffed into the laundry hamper, and she pulled one out. Silly, but she wanted to take it along to handle and sniff from time to time, maybe just to remind herself that it was all true.
The bottom sheet had traces of her own blood on it, and she ran her finger over the dried stains. Maybe she'd just keep it forever as a souvenir. She remembered what Jeff had said: she was a real woman now. Wow, that was something to remember!
Once in her green bower, she lay back and thought how nice it was to know she'd be alone for one whole day. She didn't think it had ever happened before.
Jeff's son Jackie still had qualms of conscience, but he knew better now than to tell Martha about them. He was glad his father hadn't phoned, especially when he was getting his cock sucked or in the middle of fucking his father's bride-to-be. At the same time, it made him nervous. Dad wasn't the type to hang on, or to bug his son. At the same time, he kept in pretty close touch. Since Jeff didn't keep regular office hours, they spent more time together than most fathers and sons. Particularly in the summer vacation, he wanted to know what Jackie was up to.
The boy rarely thought about his mother, which he thought meant he had a super-good Dad.
So while Martha got ready to go shopping, he decided to drop by his home and see what his father was doing, and why he hadn't been in touch. Like Libby, he was fairly sure he could keep secrets from the most important grownup in his life-though he knew Martha would panic.
"See you later," he called up the stairs.
"You're going somewhere?" she asked anxiously.
"Just around," he answered vaguely.
She knew she couldn't keep him with herevery minute. Besides, she still had a lot of errands to do to get ready for the wedding. And she was more than ever determined to enjoy herself in this final two weeks, which meant a lot of running around in the daytime. It wasn't as if she hadn't had a delightful fucking and sucking session with the boy already that morning, she reminded herself.
It didn't take Jackie long to hitchhike the fifteen miles to Harkerville. He made sure Martha's car was out of sight, then caught a lift from a passing motorist. He wandered through the outskirts of town until he caught sight of his own home, somewhat isolated on the edge of the small town.
He saw the open garage doors then. Shit, he'd missed his old man! It wasn't like his Dad to get going so early in the day, but he probably was getting ready for the wedding too.
The boy cut across the back lawn, wondering if there was any pop in the refrigerator. He heard music then, and looked around in surprise. It seemed to be coming from the arbor and he headed that way. Pushing the green vines aside, he peered in.
Libby! He wondered how he could have forgotten the girl's very existence, as he had. He'd supposed vaguely that she was in town with her girl friend, if he thought of her at all.
"Well, hi," the girl said, looking up at him. "What are you doing here?" "I live here, remember?"
"Yeah, sure, but I thought..." The truth was, she hadn't thought of him at all, any more than he had of her. He was a new and not very welcome addition, and she hoped fervently that he'd go right back and keep Ma company. "Mind if I come in?"
"Like you said, it's your house," she snapped. Stooping, Jackie crawled under the vines and sat on a cushion. "Know where my Dad is, Lib?" "He went to his office and won't be back till late."
"Oh shit." Having nothing better to do, he leaned back on a post and surveyed her. Pretty little thing, for a girl, he thought. He supposed they might as well get acquainted, since they'd be sharing the same house and the same parents. He knew Harry Joe and E.J. pretty well, but the little sister hadn't been included in their boyish games and plans.
"Nice here, isn't it?" he said looking around. "And you've got it all fixed up. Great little spot to play with your dolls, huh?"
"Dolls?" she spluttered. "What do you think I am, a baby?"
"No, no, Libby. I can see you're a big girl," he said, amused by her indignation. He was sure she wasn't more than eleven or twelve. What's more, he'd seen her playing with a doll only a few months ago.
"Don't be so fucking condescending," she said loftily.
Jackie sat upright. "Hey, watch the tongue!" He remembered now what a peppery little girl she was.
"Jeezchris, look who's talking! You're not much older than I am ... and everybody knows that girls mature quicker."
"They do?" He was still amused. "In what way?"
"You're too young to know," she countered swiftly.
The little snot was getting to him, but he forced a chuckle. "So you don't play with dolls any more, huh, Libby? What do you and your little friends do, play doctor?" He thought that would annoy her since in his experience, girls blushed and ran away if anybody even hinted at s-e-x.
"Play doctor! I suppose that's what I could expect from a young innocent boy like you. Your idea of a real thrill is playing show-me-yours, I bet."
"And you're so damn experienced yourself!" he retorted hotly.
"You might be surprised."
It was her self-satisfied smile that got him. "What are you bragging about anyhow? I suppose you know all about sucking and fucking and going down on a person and ..."
Libby's eyes widened. Did he really know as much as he seemed to? She knew she should quit the argument and act like other girls or she might give herself away. But her hot temper go the best of her as usual.
"As a matter of fact, I do. I think you're all talk though."
"You do? Then prove it!"
"Well..." she hesitated.
"Just a big mouth," he taunted. "If you had any idea what I was saying, you'd-you'd run like hell!"
"Okay, what do you want me to do? Fuck or suck?" she said recklessly.
It was Jackie's turn to hesitate. How the shit had he gotten into this anyway? But he couldn't back down and look like a braggart and a liar!
"Take your clothes off then," he ordered.
"I will if you will!"
Thus dared and double-dared, the two oungsters began to undress slowly, shooting sly glances at each other. To Jackie's surprise, she really did strip! Her little skirt went flying, and her underpants followed it even before she'd unbuttoned her blouse. He stared cautiously at her crotch. She had such a little bit of pubic hair-not even as much as his-that he could see everything! Her plump pink pussy lips looked virginal and enticing.
And when she removed her blouse, he caught his breath. Of course she didn't have big billowy tits like her mother's, but what she had was nice. Firm and round, with soft rosy nipples.
Libby was staring just as hard. She was amazed to discover that his cock was very pretty in its own way, though of course not as long and fat as his father's. She felt the saliva coming to her mouth as she studied his thin naked body.
Since neither of them had sexual experience beyond one adult each, they were intensely curious abou each other. True to their characters, Jackie was fascinated but having second thoughts. For Libby, there was never any tomorrow. She had an idea and she acted on it, just as simply and directly as that.
"I wanna touch you," she said and boldly dropped to her knees in front of her stepbrother-to-be. Cradling his cock in her hands, she looked it over and touched its soft length.
"I just don't believe this," Jackie said. "Does your mother know you ... do things like this?"
She flashed him an impish grin. "Are you kidding? She'd have hysterics! She's just too oldfashioned for anything!"
He couldn't say a word to that!
Suddenly Libby clamped her soft lips around the fleshy worm. She licked every inch of it like the most delicious icecream cone she'd ever tasted. It had a flavor slightly different from Jeff's and she rolled her tongue around it, savoring the delicious taste.
Up until this moment, the most she meant to Jackie was a sometime competitor for her mother's and his father's attention, a nuisance little sister who needed to be smacked down regularly. He'd supposed in time she might grow up to be a nice girl but that time was far away!
And now, suddenly, it was all different. His surprise at the curvaceous girlishness of her figure turned into avid interest. His shock at her boldness transformed itself into delight at her lack of what he termed bullshit. She was almost like a boy in her direct and independent ways-but he was damn grateful she wasn't a boy!
And of course his curiosity was aroused. As far as he'd heard, little Libby didn't even have a boyfriend. Shit, she was only twelve years old!
"You little devil," he said admiringly. "Where did you learn to do that?"
She pulled her mouth loose and he was sorry he'd spoken. "It's none of your business," she said, but she said it in a smiling way, unlike her former pugnaciousness.
"All I can say is, you're an expert!"
"And I suppose you'd know?"
"I know a thing or two. I might surprise you, Lib."
"Okay, so surprise me!"
She dropped on her ass and deliberately spread her legs wide invitingly. Jackie didn't have to be asked twice. He crawled between her rounded thighs and leaned down to bring his mouth to her barely-haired slit. He was going to do just as good a job on her as she did on him. He'd show her!
He spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, noting the cream that oozed out of her young passage. She was experienced, and mature, no getting around it! He darted his tongue at the little bud of her clit.
"Eeeeeeekkk!" she wailed. "Jeezechris, Jackie!" If he knew about a girl's clit, she was convinced he knew everything. If he'd only fuck her now ... and a marvelous idea popped into her mind. She wailed and wiggled as his tongue excited her love bud and darted up and down her slit, and pushed deliciously at the opening to her womb.
His face was wet with pussy juice when he looked up. "How's that, smartie?"
"Fantastic," she sighed. "Why'd you stop? It was just getting good!"
"I stopped to find out if you're hot enough yet! Hot enough to fuck, that is," he laughed.
"Sheeit yes!" She wriggled impatiently. "So do it! Ball me right now, Jackie. Brother dear!" she added mockingly.
He was really turned on by her slim little body and needed no urging. Pushing her shoulders down, he knelt between her knees and spread her thighs wide. He didn't know how she learned all this at her tender age, but he was in no doubts at all that she did! She even reached out and held his hot meat in her hand, pulling it gently toward her gaping slit.
"Jackie," she said. "Wanna try something different?"
He was impatient to get on with it. "Later!" Instantly she guided his raging cockhead into her steamy cunt. Jackie lunged forward and stuffed her full, marvelling to himself at the delicious juicy lightness of her little cunt.
"You're so little down there!" he said.
"I'm only twelve," she answered childishly, and laughed. But it set her mind working. Evidently, whoever he'd been balling up till this moment was much bigger ... looser.. . more mature. She cast her mind over every older girl she knew, and came up with zero. Meantime his hard cock was dug into her very depths.
Chapter Nine
Their young bodies ground together energetically. Humping and panting, groaning and banging, they rolled from one side of the small arbor to the other. Cushions went flying, Libby found her tail down on the hard flagstones, but she didn't care one bit! She gritted her teeth and dug her heels into his bucking ass like a rodeo rider.
They ground through the remains of her sandwiches and milk, but fortunately the glass became wedged in a corner and didn't break.
"Sheeit! Jeezechris!" Libby continually moaned her favorite swear words, in between shouts of "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!"
Jackie began to think he'd mounted a wildcat! It took all his energy to keep up with her sinuous writhing body. He lunged into her swampy cunt with sharp, deep thrusts. He held her down by the shoulders and dipped his head for a quick tonguing of her upstanding tits. He kissed her gushing mouth and they traded tongues as he continued to pound into her.
And Libby was an enthusiastic partner. Her youthful back muscles propelled her ass upward in sharp fast rhythm. She did her best to use her inner muscles too, milking his stiff rod with her pinching vagina. Jeff had commented on this when she first did it almost by accident, and she delighted in surprising Jackie now.
As frantically as they balled each other, it didn't take long. Suddenly Libby felt the fires inside her reaching a raging climax, and she clung to him and bellowed.
"AAOWWWWWW! EEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, completely overwhelmed -by the intensity of her orgasm.
In a cracking voice, he joined her ecstatic cries. "Ohhhhhh! HOLLLEEE SHITTT!" His powerful young organ exploded in her tight pussy, spewing out his hot cream until it ran out and over her crotch and dripped on his balls and buttocks.
The two kids collapsed side by side on the rumpled cushions. "My god but I'm thirsty," Jackie complained.
"Let's go up to the house. I think there's some cokes left."
He smiled, and told her a coke was just what he'd been wanting when he discovered her tucked away in the arbor. "And if you think I was thirsty then, you can imagine what it's like now!"
They dressed companionaly and he helped her straighten up the place. Libby managed to tuck her precious sheet under some pillows before he saw it. Then they went together to the house.
"Jeezechris, this tastes good," Libby said, swigging out of the bottle.
"I wish you could start just one sentence without swearing," he bickered amiably.
"Fuck you!" She giggled.
"Listen, Libby, I've been wondering ..."
"Yeah?" she said cautiously. He couldn't possibly have guessed-or could he? She didn't know what he would think about the fact that she'd been balling his father. He'd probably be as amazed as if-as if she found out Ma had a young lover!
"You mentioned something earlier. About trying something new and different?"
"Right." She said honestly, "I never did it, Jackie, That's the truth! But ever since I heard about it, I've been dying to try it! At least I think so..."
She remembered the night before, and her face softened. She and Jeff had a long leisurely grownup conversation in the middle of their orgy. With her intense curiosity about all forms and sensations of sex, she'd plied him with questions.
"... different positions, sure. And lots of little extras. But the only really unusual way I know to do it is in the ass."
"In the ASS?" she'd squealed.
"Yep! Right up your little bunghole!" He'd reached behind and pushed a teasing finger into her tight little opening.
"You're putting me on! It's way too small!
"My cock would never go up your ass," he agreed, grinning at her. "But some day you'll have a young lover. You'll have to wait until then to try it."
For once Libby had been willing to admit there was something she didn't want to try. Jeff's enormous tool would tear her to pieces, she was convinced. But his words about "a young lover" echoed in her ears.
"Okay, go on! Tell me!" Jackie got impatient, watching her slip into a reveries, and a little bit jealous too-even though he didn't know who he was jealous of.
"Don't freak now, promise? Somebody ... my lover... told me you could get fucked in the ass. He wouldn't do it because ..."
"Why?"
"Just because ... Okay, if you must know! Because he's an adult and his cock is too christly big! But you and I, we could try. If you don't think it's too weird."
Jackie said thoughtfully, "As a matter of fact, I would." He remembered Martha's finger up his rectum, and the pleasure-pain-humiliation of the enema bag nozzle. He wasn't about to tell Libby but the idea intrigued him.
"Okay, let's do it!" The irrepressible girl leaped up, ready for anything. "We'd better go in my room, there's a lock on the door. I don't think your father'll be home for hours, but... it would be just awful if he caught us." "It sure would!"
Remembering the enema, which he would never ever mention to a living soul but which kept leaping back into his mind, Jackie went to the medicine cabinet and rummaged through it. He found a half-used jar of vaseline-thought of course he didn't know it, it was what his mother left behind when she deserted father and son. In her usual condition of dry unreadiness, she always insisted Jeff coat his penis liberally with it before their Saturday night session.
Libby was already undressed and bouncing on the top of the bedspread. "Come on, open up the bed," he said as he locked the door.
Never liking to be told what to do, the impish girl flung a pillow at him. He dived for another and retaliated. They banged each other till the feathers flew, and then sank down laughing and exhausted for the moment.
"Get your clothes off," the girl said, liking to give orders if not to take them.
While he did, she opened the bed and leaped in. "I'm scared, kind of," she admitted. "Will it hurt, do you think?"
"Only for a minute."
"How do you know?" she asked suspiciously.
"I just do," he grinned, looking down at himself with pride. He had an erection already, merely from being naked in the same room with her. He dug his finger into the opened jar and brought the clearish jelly out on a viscous lump.
"I think-" he stared from his cock to her slim body, "I do think we should coat both. If you'll turn over, I'll make it easier for you."
He was very excited and his intensity communicated itself to Libby. She hadn't thought too deeply about what was to happen but Jackie seemed to know. So she lay on her stomach and waited, hoping for new thrills.
His middle finger traveled up and down the crease of her ass, leaving a greased trail behind it. He pressed gently on her anus, his coated finger breaking through the tiny tight ring of muscle.
"Oh! That feels funny!"
"Good-funny or just funny?" His finger slowly wormed its way inside the tight puckered hole.
"Good-funny ... I think." She was excited in a different kind of way, as he moved his finger slowly in and out of her rectum. It felt almost as if she had to make a BM, which she'd never thought of as particularly pleasant before.. But it was stimulating, not at all what she'd expected.
Jackie hadn't realized he too would get a charge out of finger-fucking her ass. But his cock was beginning to ache, and he tingled all over in blissful anticipation. His desire mounted higher and higher and he had to make himself quit before he went too far and climaxed.
He put his hands under her and hauled upward, elevating her hips. Libby buried her face in her folded arms, her ass waving obscenely in the air. She was a little bit scared but, as always, determined to go through with it. Her budding sexuality had already brought her more thrills than she dreamed existed, and she was avid for more and more. When she felt something firm and blunt pressing at her anus, she shivered and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
She simply had to see what was happening! What was taking him so long! She opened her eyes and peered behind her, watching Jackie's serious face as he pushed the swollen knob of his dick against her lubricated anus.
"Do it, Jackie," she cried, thoroughly excited. "Put your cock up my ass! Shove it in!"
She knew talking dirty excited Jeff, and it seemed to work for son as well as father. He had a good grasp on her buttocks, and he ploughed forward, shoving his stiff rod into her virginal anus. "AAARRRGGGHHH! OWWWWWW!" the little girl shrieked when her new boyfriend rammed his hard penis into her bowels. Talk about pain! Losing her cherry had been nothing compared to this! She realized suddenly that while her vagina had been designed for exactly the male penetration she loved, this wasn't true of her rectum! It felt as-if he were jabbing a sharp knife up her ass and twisting it. She tried frantically to move away but this only served to screw him deeper into the tiny canal.
Jackie was calm and stubborn. She'd wanted it, and she was getting what she asked for! He wormed his fat prick deeper and deeper into her bowels, deaf to her cries and pleadings. Her asshole clutched his hot meat with incredible strength, and he could hardly breathe for the lustful pleasure sweeping over him.
"Stop, please stop," she begged, the bed shaking with her sobs.
"It's all right, you'll be all right," he petted her as he might soothe a trembling horse. Holding perfectly still, he waited while her rectum accepted the raging intruder. It was as if he'd always known this would happen.
"Oh, wow!" Libby couldn't believe it. The stabbing pain had disappeared all of a sudden, as if it had never been! The oddly pleasant sensation which replaced the pain was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The stuffed feeling, like being fucked, was blissful. The tautness of her skin pulled against her labia and clit, so all those sensitive organs were involved as well.
Gradually she let herself relax, no longer fearing she was about to be split in two. She took a deep breath and it was as if every movement also took place deep in her bowels, and even a sigh or a twitch were transmuted into a very special pleasure.
The bemused boy discovered he could pump in and out, if he moved slowly. He felt the difference when she stopped fighting it, and knew she must be feeling something at least comparable to the intense joy which suffused his body. He fucked her first in long slow gentle strokes, and soon her hips were swaying back up at him.
He was so elated by her response that he reached around under her and began to caress her clit while he continued his slow deliberate fucking of her asshole. Her cunt dripped its juices onto his fingers and then he knew for sure he was exciting Libby as much as himself.
Jackie felt as if he'd entered a whole new world a few hours ago, with his first sexual experiences in the wisteria arbor. And now he was a full-fledged citizen of that world, an adult at last, capable of giving and receiving physical pleasure. He gloried in her lovely slim body, and in his own exultant youth, and in the blissful experience they were sharing.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed as she felt his fingers stroking and squeezing her erect love bud. "Oh Jackie, it's grrreeeaaattt!"
"Yeah!" he answered, loving her and what they were doing.
Libby was recovering her natural ebulience. She bounced her rear end up at him in a silent plea for more and harder balling. She felt so floaty and deliciously involved, and nothing at all was real to her except the delightful physical sensations. One thought did pass quickly through her mind. She was glad she was only twelve years old! Think of all the wonderful years of sexual experience she had ahead! She was delighted she'd started so young, so as not to waste any more time being an ignorant virginal child!
Jackie had just about had it. He wanted the joyous action to last longer but his supercharged balls told him he was nearing his climax. Wanting to make the most of it, he humped her with hard swift strokes. He massaged her clitoris harder and prayed she was making it too.
Libby was equally close to the edge. She felt the drops of sweat stinging on her back as he leaned closely over her, and the hot thrill of his fingers on her clit, and the indescribably sensation of his stiff dick plunging into the depths of her body.
"Cum, cum, cum," Jackie chanted. "Now, Libby, NOWWWWWW!" His last thought was a hope she was cumming too, before the tidal wave drowned him.
And she was. She felt the first hot jets splash into her rectal walls, and this time it wasn't like firecrackers: it was a real earthquake! She shook and vibrated and trembled and moaned.
"AAAYYYYYYEEEEEE!" she screamed loudly as his steaming sperm overflowed her tight passage and dripped down over her clit, inciting her to even greater frenzy. She held onto the bed as if she might fall into space.
Later they sat side by side on her bed, drinking cokes and talking. Libby discovered that conversation with boys was far different when you had something basic in common-like sex. They discussed their hopes and fears and dreams and ambitions.
"There's only one thing we haven't talked about," Jackie said finally. "But I'd better get dressed. "Dad'll be home soon."
She nodded. "Me too."
They were sitting demurely enough at the kitchen table when they heard Jeff's car pull into the drive. Jackie said quickly, "You don't have to answer right now, Lib. There isn't time anyhow. But sooner or later we'll have to confess all!"
Her blue eyes turned violet as she looked at him with an innocent air. "What do you mean?"
"You tell me about your lover and I'll tell you about mine," he said, grinning. His suspicions, at first so incredible he'd dismissed them, were growing. He had a pretty darn good idea what she'd say when she finally told the truth!
And the way Jackie figured it, if Libby admitted balling his Dad, then she couldn't be too angry when she found out about her own mother!
Chapter Ten
"Please, Daddy Jeff," Libby coaxed, smiling at him.
He shrugged. "Why the hell not! If you can be a teenage-excuse me. A pre-teen sex kitten, I guess you can have a lil drink." He was careful though to mix only a half-shot of rum with a tall glass of coke.
"That looks good!"
Handing it to her, he said, "Your first Cuba Libre. When I was a boy, that's what all the girls drank."
He was half smashed himself. His emotions were going up and down like a yoyo these days, torn as he was between his desires and his conscience.
It was more than just guilt at using the body of such a young girl which bothered him. Basically, he didn't feel he'd harmed the twelve-year-old at all. She was hot and ready to go; if it hadn't been Jeff, it might have been somebody not quite so nice. He could imagine the sort of thing which might happen to an innocent yet sexually mature child, in the wrong hands.
His real problem was concern with himself. The experiences with Libby had probably taught him as much as it they had her. For years he'd tried to deny his natural male sexuality. Leila made him feel ashamed of being human! And when he cheated on her, he unwittingly confirmed her own weird ideas about sex. It wasn't really "nice," and the women he had weren't the kind a man would marry. He had little respect for them, for the very reason that they'd given him what he asked for!
Now he could see how wrong it all was. Whoever married Libby would be a lucky young man indeed! A marriage like that would be based on a solid understanding, a closeness he'd never had with his own wife. It was amazing to be so sure of the capabilities of a child Libby's age, yet he had no doubts.
And what she'd done for Jeff was to teach him what he should have known. A marriage without a complete and happy sex life would be no marriage at all. He might as well hire a housekeeper!
He tried tactfully to quiz Libby about her mother.
"No, she hasn't had any boyfriends I know of," Libby said. "And I'd know, wouldn't I?"
"I suppose you would," he said despondently.
She looked at him curiously. "What's the matter, Jeff? You getting jealous or something? I'm sure she'll be a faithful wife. She's too oldfashioned to do anything else!"
In a way, Libby was confirming his worst fears.
"Come on, Jeff, tell me what's going on in your head," the child insisted.
He supposed it was foolish to confide his fears and worries to a twelve-year-old. Yet, who else did he have to talk to! He refilled their drinks, absently giving Libby a full shot of rum. She noticed, but said nothing. She'd always wondered what it was like to get drunk. Maybe this evening she'd find out!
"Let's go upstairs," he suggested.
"Okay, but bring the drinks!" She helped him load up a tray and carry it to his big bedroom. They made themselves comfortable, Jeff in his undershorts and Libby naked. She wasn't feeling overly sensual, having temporarily exhausted herself with Jackie. But she was simply more comfortable with fewer clothes.
"Okay, tell," the little girl commanded.
In as few words as possible, Jeff sketched out his former life and marriage. "I'm an easy-going man ... lazy, maybe. It didn't seem worth doing anything about Leila, until she did it first."
"What's that got to do with Ma?"
"I'm afraid she might be another Leila!" Once he'd said it aloud, he felt better. Surely Libby knew her mother better than anyone else. She could either reassure him of her mother's innate sensuality, or confirm his fears that Martha was a cold frigid woman.
But for once the girl was stumped. It had never occurred to her until that moment that people could actually be married, occupy the same house and the same bed, and not fuck every single moment they could. As to her opinion of her mother, it was strictly that of a sometimes rebellious daughter. All mothers, in Libby's opinion conspired to keep their children from growing up.
"Well?" Jeff waited impatiently while various thoughts and emotions flickered over the girl's ace. "Are you afraid to answer me?"
"No, no," she protested. "I just plain don't know."
Then her face brightened as another thought struck her. It seemed to her pretty obvious what Jackie had been hinting. He suspected her of making it with his old man, and in turn, he led her to think he was having an affair with Martha. And it that were true, certainly her mother was far from frigid!
But-suspicion wasn't fact. She'd have to find out the truth first from Jackie.
"What's going on in that precocious head of yours?" Jeff said.
"I don't know the answers, Jeff." She'd dropped the "Daddy" bit at his request. "But I think I know how to find out. Give me a couple days, will you?"
"The sooner the better. It's going to be awful if-if I decide I can't get married. To Martha. Of course, it's be better than getting into it, and then, finding out!" Neither prospect was very inviting and he was angry with himself for not reaching these conclusions sooner.
"Jeff, do you mind if we just snuggle tonight?" Libby said.
She was tired after her orgiastic afternoon with Jackie, and she also had some heavy thinking to do. Shit, why couldn't grownups handle their own problems? She knew one thing for sure. She very much wanted Jeff and her mother to marry. She knew the sexual relationship wouldn't last forever, or at least not to the exclusion of other, younger men. But Jeff had the kind of fatherly stability she felt her family needed.
She could foresee times in the future when she'd need someone to talk to, to advise her as she grew up. And whereas a real father would probably have all sorts of hangups about his little girl, she and Jeff could discuss anything, and discuss it honestly. The arrangement was the best of both worlds.
Jeff too was satisfied enough to sleep next to her, with his arms around her slim body. But in the morning he woke with a huge erection. He padded into the bathroom and peed into the bowl, and to his satisfaction the hard-on was still firm, wagging in front of him as he returned to the bed. He remembered an old joke. The one sure sign of middle age was when you couldn't beat a piss-hard back to bed! It was nice to know he wasn't in that category yet.
Libby lay curled up on her side, as tranquil and relaxed as a sleeping kitten. He stared down at her, enjoying the early morning quiet, loving the little girl. She was like a daughter and a mistress all in one. He'd learned as much from her as she had from him, if not more so! He thanked the gods for the straightforward attitude of today's kids, for their lack of hypocrisy and what Libby called bullshit.
Knee-walking over to her, he rolled the tiny girl on her back and spread her thighs. He licked her pussy-lips and then held them apart with his thumbs so his tongue could reach the deeper, more exciting crevices of her girlish twat. The soft bud of her clit grew firm under his hot wet kisses, and Libby slowly awakened.
"What a helluva way to wake up," she grinned. "You're the nicest alarm clock I've ever had!"
She stretched and rolled her hips slightly, cocking her knees upward to give him freer access to her aroused box. Her cream was beginning to ooze out of the mouth of her cunt, making the pink ragged folds glisten with moisture. She felt a delightful warm melting throughout her groin, and her little tits perked up on her hard young boobs.
Making love in the morning was one of the pleasures denied to Jeff during his marriage. He marveled now at how pussy-whipped he'd been, but not in the happy way it's usually meant. It must have been his basic laziness, he told himself, that kept him from heaving his wife out on her shapely ass after the first year.
His stiff rod was beginning to ache, and he eased it up and aimed the bulging head against the invisible opening in her wet red flesh. The miracle happened as it always did. The tender trap swallowed his organ, the flesh clutching and easing the passage.
"Mmmmmm, nice," Libby murmured. She caught his shoulders and urged him on, while her hips swung her pelvis up to engulf the hot meat.
They had a swift satisfying fuck which ended in simultaneous orgasm. Later, Jeff showered while Libby made breakfast. She made a private vow to help her mother more from now on. She was beginning to realize what it meant to be a woman, in more ways than sexual. There was really some point in cooking for a man, she discovered to her surprise.
Jeff got away early again, amazed at how well he felt. His usual dread of going to the office had almost disappeared. A regular sex life, he grinned to himself, was doing more to inspire him than the need for money ever did!
He still had his worries about Martha in the back of his mind but he simply couldn't be depressed on such a beautiful morning! Humming happily, he resolved to settle the difficult land sale by the end of the week.
Libby and Jackie had a prearranged signal. She dialed her own phone number, let it ring twice, then hung up. This was to let her stepbrother-to-be know that the coast was clear.
"There've been more wrong numbers lately," her mother said, particularly annoyed because she'd been considering taking Jackie back to bed. But while she went to answer the ringing phone, he'd gotten up and headed for the door. Never mind, she consoled herself, they'd both be all the fresher for the evening.
"Going out, Jackie?"
"Yeah... No place special, just bumming around with the guys."
The boy didn't particularly like keeping secrets from her. She'd been so good to him, and he loved her both as a sweetheart and a mother. But he was afraid to tell her the truth, she would be shocked! She might even be jealous, he thought, because he was balling her daughter at the same time as herself.
He met Libby in the arbor the girl had established as her own personal headquarters. She was still a child in many ways, he knew, just as he was himself. But whatever her age, he grew hot and horny at the sight of her.
They kissed and traded tongues, and petted each other, but Libby obviously had something on her mind. "We've got to talk, Jackie," she said.
"Sure, what about?" Then he remembered hs teasing remarks of the previous day. He's had second thoughts about confession.
"You know what about!" When he didn't answer, she stared at him. "Okay, I'll go first. But if I tell you, you have to tell me the truth. Promise?"
He nodded. "Scout's honor."
"Okay ... I've only been with one person beside you, Jackie. And I think you've guessed who it is ... it's your father."
Even though he'd expected it, and had had time to get used to the idea, he turned red. "Yeah, that's what I figured," he mumbled. He just wished he hadn't had to be confronted with the knowledge.
"Okay, your turn," the pert girl said, and braced herself. Like Jackie, she wanted to know and she didn't, both at the same time. If Jeff hadn't explained his problem to her, she'd have been satisfied to go on as they were.
"You know who it is! It's Martha, your mother!" He gulped, and added, "But why do we have to talk about it!"
"I know what you mean," she conceded. "The only thing is, there's a problem. Tell me first, Jackie. What do you think about Ma and your father getting married? Are you for it?"
"Why, sure!" That didn't seem strong enough, and he added, "I think it's the best thing ever happened to all of us! My own mother was ... maybe you know, she didn't even want me. She just walked away from both of us. But Martha ... your mother ... she's a real mother!"
Libby outlined for him quickly what Jeff had told her, noticing his blushes when he learned for the first time his parents' sex life, or lack of it.
"So you see," she concluded, "I know Ma's hot to trot, and you know Ma's hot to trot, but Jeff doesn't know it. And if we can't convince him of it, pretty damn soon, he's going to break the engagement!"
They tried and tried to think of an answer. "I can just tell him she's the horniest female in the state," Libby said, "but I already said I didn't know!"
"Yeah. Martha's got to make the first move herself."
"Right! But how do we persuade her to do it?"
"I can't talk to her about it," Jackie decided. "It's gotta be you, Lib. Listen, I've got a plan ..."
"It might work," the girl said when he'd finished.
"It has to work," he added firmly.
"Okay then! We'll do it this afternoon. And meanwhile, Jackie, we seem to have a little time on our hands..." The mischievous girl smiled and winked and began to unbutton her blouse, revealing nothing underneath but Libby. Her perky nipples had been straining at the blouse, aroused by the conversation and his physical nearness.
"You sure have pretty tits. Can I suck 'em?" Jackie asked admiringly. Her slim immature body was a striking contrast to her mother's full blown charms, and he loved both of them.
"If I can suck your cock," she bargained happily.
In next to no time, both youngsters were stripped and busily working on each other's sensitive flesh. He kissed her budding nipples with wet lips, and sucked them into his eager mouth. Running his tongue over the strangely firm and resilient orbs, the boy stroked her naked back lovingly with his fingertips.
Libby examined his cock all over again, admiring the way the papery skin could be pulled back gently to reveal the red nut with its blunt cleft head, so silky and hot and moist. She fingered his limp sac and squeezed his testes lightly. Then she bent her shining head and sucked the half-hard organ up into her mouth.
"Ohhh! No fair, you cheated," Jackie laughed.
Quickly switching his lanky body around, he fell on her crotch with hands and mouth. Her clit poked fat and red through the fuzzy veil of pussy hairj and rich cream oozed out in profusion. It was such a blast getting Libby turned on! He stroked the little bud while she squealed with delight. "Oooohhh yes, Jackie! Lick it please, lick it!" "All right, woman, if you'll get your mouth back where it belongs," he said with mock sternness.
She threw her legs up over his wide shoulders, and his hot breath tickled her twat, making her even more excited. Cupping the round asscheeks to hold her firmly in place, his tongue flicked the engorged clitoris. His slick tongue snaked deliciously through the wet pink folds, then tickled around the mouth of her cunt. She gurgled with pleasure.
When she jammed her pussy up against his face, he knew it was a mute plea-or perhaps, from Libby, an order!-to be penetrated. Jackie obediently slipped his tongue up into her vagina. Pushing the pointed probe deeper into her tiny creamy hole, he groaned with blissful pleasure-She was sobbing and groaning, and she wrapped her slim legs tightly around his neck. Her own tongue was as busy as his, stroking the stiff length of his rod. Her slender fingers wrapped around its base and pumped vigorously, licking it at the same time. She nibbled the hot slick glans gently with her little teeth, and Jackie moaned his pleasure.
The next few hours flew by as the two youngsters thoroughly explored every inch of each other's flesh and every nuance of sensual pleasure they could discover. Any self-consciousness either of them felt with their older partners was absent from their own relationship, which made it relaxing as well as exciting.
"Gol, I bet I've cum a dozen times," Libby finally said. "And you know what, Jackie? I won't be kidding Ma when I ask her to help me. You've given me all the reason in the world!"
Chapter Eleven
"Libby! This is a nice surprise," Martha said, as her young daughter walked into the kitchen. "Sit down, honey, and have some cookies."
The smell of fresh baking filled the air, and Libby remembered she hadn't eaten since breakfast. She accepted the warm cookies and cold milk gratefully.
She looked at her mother with newly appraising eyes, seeing her for the first time as a woman and a whole separate person. Up until then, Ma was almost part of the furniture. The girl had resented her because she had the power, she was the one to make decisions, to say "yes" or "no" and besides, Libby was simply at a rebellious age. Now that she'd become a woman herself, she had to admit that Ma had always been fair and kind.
And Martha had a glow about her which was new. She looked smiley and happy and satisfied.
Libby gave a secret smile, knowing the reason. Since Martha was fullfilled sexually, she ought to listen to her daughter's request with an accepting ear.
"And how's Susan?"
"Fine, I guess." Libby demolished another cookie and, her mouth still full, decided there was no use beating around the bush. "Ma, will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, honey, if I can." Martha dropped into a chair and looked at her daughter, waiting.
"You know I've grown up a lot this year, Ma, and I'm having my periods and all that.. ."
"Yes, and I've seen you grow up in other ways, too." Martha was more than pleased with their brief separation, as Libby's manner was wholly changed. No longer secretive and insolent, she had an open happy look.
"Thanks. Ma, I don't need any little lectures about the birds and the bees, and you were great when I got my first period. I appreciate that, I really do. Some mothers act like it's a big guilty secret, but you were just right."
"Well, thank youl" Martha began to get apprehensive. What in the world was coming now?
"There's just one thing I'm confused about. Ma, would you show me how to douche?" Libby said.
Martha's jaw dropped. Whatever she'd expected, this wasn't it! "Of course I will, Lib, but-why? You don't need it for the usual reason. I mean, if you were in need of the Pill, it'd be different!"
Libby smiled. She'd get around to the Pill later-let Ma get used to one thing at a time!
"I just want to! It's a female thing, and I ought to know! Besides," she added, "it'd be nice to feel clean after my period."
Martha shrugged. Girls get weird ideas and this was less bizarre than some she'd heard of from other mothers. In pursuit of that elusive quality of womanhood, other girls were dying or bleaching their hair, painting fingernails black and green, ironing their hair or curling it on orange juice cans, and some were learning to douche with a bottle of cola. She supposed she should be pleased that Libby was not more unconventional.
"Sure, come on upstairs. As a matter of fact, honey, I've got a brand new douche bag I've never used." It was intended for her new marriage, but she could get another.
Libby stripped off her clothes while chatting merrily, to her mother's astonishment. The girl had gotten a real thing about privacy the previous year, and while she was willing to parade her body in a bikini swim suit, she carried on like a madwoman if her mother so much as cracked the bedroom door. Libby really was growing up!
"I usually get in the bathtub," Martha said. "Or you can sit on the toilet if you prefer."
"The tub it is," Libby said cheerfully.
When Martha hooked the douche bag to the shower curtain rod, she couldn't help smiling, remembering how she'd fastened the enema bag in the same place. Her mind conjured up the memory of poor Jackie, so embarrassed, doubled with cramps and yet even more upset by the prospect of her shoving the nozzle up his asshole.
"What's so funny, Ma?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just a thought crossed my mind ... Here, hon, you know what to do, don't you? Shove it up a ways, and then release the water. Hold it in as long as you can."
"Please, Ma! Won't you do it?" Libby coaxed artfully.
Martha was spared answering by the sound of the doorbell. "I'll be right back," she called over her shoulder.
Libby giggled and waited. She knew that Jackie would run around the house and in the back door, and sure enough, there he was. Out of breath and grinning, her coconspirator stripped off his clothes. He'd thought this was needlessly complicated, but Libby insisted on it. For one thing, she wanted to see her mother's face!
"... that's funny. I looked up and down the street and nobody was in sight. It's not Halloween .. . OHHHHHH!"
Martha stood frozen in the doorway. She just didn't believe what she was seeing.
Jackie, her young teenage lover and future stepson, was crouched in the bathtub with Libby. He was stark naked. And he was holding the nozzle that fed warm water into Libby's almost hairless twat!
Her first reaction was anger. "JACKIE! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Libby began to giggle helplessly. "Don't be mad, Ma. Anyhow don't be mad at Jackie, 'cause it was all my idea! And I did want to know how to douche, honest!"
"You two-" was all she could say.
"Yeah, we got together, just like you and Jackie did." Libby stood up and said, "That's enough now, Jackie, shut it off, will you?"
The boy obeyed and then hastily scrambled out of the tub. He stared as did Martha at the irrepressible girl, who eased the black nozzle out of her box. For the first time, it struck Martha that no virgin could have taken the length of it up her vagina as Libby did. And she was only twelve years old!
Libby squatted and let the held-back water flow out over her thighs and down the drain. "Look, I'm pissing plain water," she kidded.
Martha couldn't take it all in. Her knees were weak and she sat on the closed lid of the toilet. "Will somebody please tell me what's going on here?" she said.
"Yeah... come on, let's get out of the bathroom." Drying her fuzzy pussy carefully, she wrapped a towel around her waist and led the way to her mother's bedroom. Martha followed in a daze, and Jackie was content to let the girl direct events.
"I gather that my secret... isn't a secret any longer," Martha said, looking reproachfully at
Jackie.
He blushed, and nodded. "Please don't be mad, Martha. It's-well, there's a reason, honest."
Perched on the bed, Libby said, "Yeah, don't blame Jackie. We've got a lot to tell you and ... somehow I thought you'd be more apt to believe me if we kinda demonstrated first."
"Why didn't you ball each other in the living room then?" the older woman asked bitterly.
"We thought about it but ... we'd be too busy to talk, wouldn't we? And talking's what we have to do." Libby was quite serious now and wondered if she'd done something really dumb.
"Okay, we'll talk. But not here. I'm going to have a drink, by God. You'd better get dressed, Lib." She turned and headed for the stairs.
Libby shrugged. "Go on down, Jackie." She slipped on a robe and arrived in the kitchen in time to beg her mother for a drink. It might make it easier if she was just a little sloshed.
"Help yourself," Martha said. "Like you do to everything!"
Libby carefully poured herself a vodka and orange juice and said, "I guess you think we're being cruel, Ma. And now I think we were, too-but not intentionally. We've got a lot to tell you and it's really important! It's about your marriage to Jeff."
Martha turned in a white blaze of anger. "You're going to tell him about me? And ruin the marriage for me?"
"No, no NNOOO!" Libby shouted her down. "Just the opposite, Ma, honest. You see, he's afraid you're cold and don't like sex ..."
"Go on."
In the course of the conversation, Martha gradually became aware that her daughter and her fiance were sexually involved. Nobody came right out and said it, but it was obvious from the carefully edited story. She made a mental note to think about that later. She found herself completely absorbed, in the story Libby was telling about Jeff and his marriage.
"So you see," the child concluded breathlessly, "he has the idea you might be the same way! And he wants to get out of it before it's too late."
"Why are you telling me this?" the dazed woman asked.
"Cause we want you to do something about it, of course! We want you and Jeff to get married!"
Libby said passionately.
Martha couldn't help but believe her, especially with Jackie nodding agreement to every word. "But what can I do?" she asked helplessly. "And what about-what about me and Jackie, and you and Jeff?"
Libby shrugged again. "That's no big thing, Ma. After all, everybody's just as bad as everybody else, aren't they? I mean, if you want to consider it bad. I for one don't!"
Just as Jeff had, Martha marveled at the youngster's solid common sense. Nothing seemed to bother her, not for long. And if she could accept her mother as a sexual human being, Martha could do no less.
"But what'Il we do? I can see me phoning Jeff and saying, 'Let's fuck, baby!" Martha laughed., "Don't worry about it," Libby said. "I've got a plan!"
"OHNOOOOOO!" Martha and Jackie said in chorus.
"I can see it all now," Martha added. "Jeff walks in and finds me giving Jackie an enema while he gives Libby a douche! No, no, honey, no more of your plans."
Libby was hurt. "Not like that, do you think I'm dumb?" She pouted and then added, "All I was going to say was, why don't you get him over here tonight and seduce him?"
"I could do that," the older woman said thoughtfully.
Sure you can! And after it's all over, then you can let him know about you and Jackie... and Jackie and me ... what can he say after-Oh!"
"Relax, darling," Martha smiled. "I get the message. Somebody in this family already seduced Jeff!"
"It was sort of mutual," the child confessed. "You're not angry, Ma?"
"How can I be? After Jackie?"
Everything was happening too fast for Martha. Her stomach was tied in knots and her hands shook. It was all going to come out! She couldn't help but be afraid of Jeff's reaction. Of course they were all equally guilty, bat would he see it that way?"
"Look at Ma, she's a wreck," Libby said. "Can't you do something about that, Jackie?"
"Yeah!" the boy said with shining eyes. He drew Martha to her feet and wrapped his arms around the older woman. "I've got the best cure for nerves you ever heard of!"
"I wanna watch," Libby squealed.
Martha expected to be shy but she wasn't, even with her twelve-year-old daughter in the room. The several shocks she'd sustained somehow left her hornier than ever. Her pussy twitched and burned, her nipples were swollen, her clit rubbed enticingly on her panties. And the cream poured out of her cunt in thick profusion. The boy and Libby undressed her together, Libby enjoying it every bit as much in a vicarious way.
Truth to tell, she was really proud of her mother for the first time. Martha was truly a woman! She hoped she'd be half the woman at the same age!
Somehow they were all three naked and Martha was pressed into the cushions of the living room sofa. Jackie climbed over her, while Libby perched on the arm, watching avidly. Martha didn't care. When Jackie stroked her full white breasts, she purred like a kitten. She ran her fingers through his hair while he pressed his fingers deep in the small of her back, his face nuzzling her round belly.
With his knees planted firmly on either side of her hips, Jackie reared back. He plunged forward in one swift smooth movement which sent his fat hard rod deep into her avidly waiting cunt. She was amazed at his expertise, and realized that he'd been practicing with Libby as well as with her. But why the hell not! The more sex in the world the better, she thought through a red haze of lust.
Jackie moved and thrust with sharp precision, so forcefully that her body jerked and bounced. She wrapped her long legs around his back and clung to his shoulders while he used all his young strength to plough into her. Again and again he plunged, every deep stroke more devastatingly thrilling than the last.
"Jack... Jackeeee!" she mewled, milking him with her inner muscles. "Oooooo!" She'd cum already but it made no difference. She could cum again and again, and the more the better!
He muttered something and she tried to answer, but they were only communicating in mindless grunts. Frantically excited, she tried to kiss his lips and instead found his shoulder. She moaned again as another climax ripped through her.
Somehow, knowing that Libby was watching added a perverse thrill to young Jackie's efforts. He was completely aware of her eyes on his laboring back, and looked down to see what she would see: his rigid dick pounding into her mother's wet box. It made him so hot he could hardly stand it! He could feel his cock swell even larger with every vigorous lunge.
Libby was enjoying the spectacle thoroughly, bouncing on the arm of the sofa, her small breasts jiggling, her mouth ajar. She just had to stick her fingers up her own oozing twat! Goddam, but Jackie'd have to do her as soon as he recovered-no matter how many times they'd already fucked in the afternoon!
She simply couldn't stand not to be part of it. Inch by inch, she crept closer to the straining, sweating, humping bodies. She lay her face on Jackie's naked sweat-wet back, her head nodding to his movements.
Then inspiration struck her. She reached down between the cheeks of his ass and fingered his tightly puckered anus. Her finger shoved forward and went in with a little popping noise.
Jackie stopped in mid-stroke for a fraction of a second, shivered all over, and then returned to his frantic fucking-even more frantically. That did it to him! His overloaded balls began to shoot out their steamy sperm.
"Rrrrrrggghhh," he groaned. "RRROOOFFF!"
He could feel Martha climaxing again as his balls began to send great gushes of jism into her sliding, quivering cunt. He couldn't stop, even then! He had to cum and he had to fuck, and he did. Finally, knees buckling, staggering forward onto her capacious bosom, he breathed in harsh ragged sobs.
"Jeezchris," Libby said, wiggling happily. "You are some ole fucker, Jackie!"
Martha raised her head and gave a limp smile. "And how about me, Libby?"
"Ma, you are just so great!" The twelve-year-old ran to the other end of the sofa and knelt by it, cradling her mother's head in her arms. "Ma, I just love you so much! I swear, I'll never be mean and hateful again!"
"You never really were, darling," her mother said.
Whereupon both females broke into tears. Jackie, finally able to stand up, watched them in dismay. Women! He'd sure as hell be glad when his Dad joined the group! He didn't think he could handle two females like this, all by himself!
Chapter Twelve
"This is really crazy," Martha said.
"If you have a better idea, let's hear it!" Libby snapped. She was sorry immediately. "Ma, I'm nervous too, Pm sorry I was rude."
"I understand." Patience with Libby was a habit by now and her mother knew she spoke first and thought later, nine times out of ten. And was this one of the nine times? Was she being an absolute fool to listen to these harebrained children?
"Here he comes now," Jackie hissed.
So it was too late to back out. Martha took one last jittery look in the mirror and patted her hair. She looked okay-face it, she looked great! The new halter-top nightie Libby picked out for her was the sexiest garment she'd ever owned. Sheer black chiffon, it clung to her full voluptuous figure and plainly revealed her nipples and the protuberant bush of her mons. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. She wore a light makeup, just enough to make her eyes sparkle and give a glow to her cheeks. She moistened her lips, hoping the perfume her daughter was so liberal with didn't asphyxiate Jeff before he even got a look at her!
"Come in, darling," she said, hoping the kids were well out of the way and didn't giggle too loudly.
"What's the matter, Martha? I came as quickly-" He stopped in mid-sentence and blined at her. His jaw dropped.
"I'm glad you did, dear," she said softly.
"You don't look as if you're in distress," he commented dryly. "In fact, you look ... just gorgeous."
"Thank you."
"I, uh, I'll find it hard to concentrate on any problem, in fact," he said, his eyes licking up and down her luscious body.
"Not this problem, you won't!" She bit her lip, hoping her nervousness didn't show. What if he was irritated with the whole performance? "Because, darling, the problem is me...."
Jeff was starting to feel punchy. Here'd he'd come roaring out from town ready to deal with-well, whatever! Some naughtiness of the kids, he'd supposed. A reception like this was the last thing he expected!
"What do you mean, Martha?"
"I just... couldn't wait any longer! We're all alone-" At least the first half of her sentence was true! "And I hope you're not angry, but I simply couldn't wait for the wedding!"
"I hope you mean what I think you mean!" he said out of a dry throat.
"Yes ... I want you so much! Right now, Jeff, right now!" She moved forward and melted into him, her warm alluring body pressing against his.
Afterward Jeff couldn't remember everything step by step. How he got out of his clothes, for one thing. It seemed as if the next moment of awareness he had was when he lay her on the sofa and very gently freed her lovely body from the clinging folds of chiffon.
She was every bit as gorgeous as he'd hoped. He could hardly believe his good fortune, particularly as she was fantastically horny and didn't mind showing it! His cock was rock hard and sticking right into her soft belly as he pressed her close.
"Christ, Martha, you're something else," he muttered. They lay side by side and kissed, driving their tongues deep into each other's mouths. He wanted to take an hour or so with each kiss, and maybe a week of sucking her pussy, and throw in another month, say, for getting his cock into the wet deeps of her throat.
But the hell with it. Now that he knew what was in store for him with his marriage, he'd have all those days and weeks and months to wallow in it, if he wanted!
But he had to make. sure. "Do you want your pussy eaten, sweetheart?" he whispered.
"Oh yes, yesss! And I want to touch you, and kiss your dear cock and-oh, everything!" She made a movement as if to slip to the other end of the sofa.
"AIL right, darling, all right-but not this minute!" Laughing, he pressed her back. "Now I just want you so bad, I want to fuck you senseless!"
Her eyes lighted up, to his infinite satisfaction, and she wiggled underneath him.
Later on they'd have to have a long talk. In bed, probably, after a couple of good orgasms, while they lay and played gently with each other's bodies. Because he sure as hell needed to know what was going on.
It was almost as if Martha knew what had been passing through his mind! For a moment he thought of Libby. He'd confided his doubts and fears to the girl, of course. But no twelve-year-old was about to go to her mother and say: fuck him fast, Ma, or he'll get away! And yet, the suspicion lingered.
But hell, he didn't care how or why. All he could do was be grateful to his good fortune. He'd wanted Martha but he was afraid she didn't want him in the same way. Now he was proved wrong, for whatever reason. That was the important thing! He could feel the steamy warmth of her open cunt ready to welcome the tip of his huge stiff rod. Slowly and carefully, he probed until the cockhead moved inside the warm, swollen lips of her pussy. He pushed again and drove into her, hearing her sigh of pleasure as he drove deep with the first stroke.
God, it felt unbelievably good! She was no icycle like Leila, that was for sure. She was small for having had three children, her cunt tightly muscled and firm. It clung to his driving prick, wet and warm and wonderful. He stopped a moment and kissed her, seeing her lust bloom in her eyes.
Martha's heart almost overflowed with gratitude to the two wonderful children who'd brought this moment about. Jeff might have married her anyway, just because he couldn't think of a way to get out of it. On the other hand, maybe he wouldn't have! In any case this was a thousand times better than waiting for the formality and shyness and tense nerves of the wedding night-if the wedding ever actually took place.
Her whole body seemed electrified by his touch, her skin actually tingling where they lay against each other. When he penetrated deeply, she cried out like a young girl.
"Oh darling, oh sweetheart, my Jeff!" she cried.
He quickened his tempo, driving his hot meat into her juicy cunt as hard and fast as possible. In moments he could see he had her delirious with pleasure, gasping and clinging to him. Each time he thrust her ass rose to meet him, holding nothing back as she rammed and slammed, harder and faster. She seemed to draw him continually deeper into her raging vagina.
"Aaaaaahhhh! OOOOOO! I'M CUMMMINNNGGG!" she shrieked suddenly as her orgasm thundered through her. His hard driving cock kept up its steady pounding, forcing her into a succession of delicious little orgasms.
And her obvious pleasure triggered Jeff. Even while she was still quivering, she seemed to sense his coming crescendo and pushed upward strongly, then gave a little flurry of bumping movements.
Then they were both moaning and crying out their love and pleasure and his cock spewed its hot load into her orgasming cunt. It spurted out of him like a fire hose, filling her body and dripping over.
Spent, exhausted, satiated and perfectly content, he finally sat up and looked down at his bride-to-be.
"Cigarette, darling?" He lighted two and passed her one.
"Ummm, thanks. How did you like your wedding present?" she smiled.
"Fabulous! Now will you tell me what this is all about?"
"It's obvious, isn't it? A little bird told me what you were thinking. And I wanted you to know the truth."
"A little bird, huh." His face grew hot. How in the world could Libby explain having such a conversation with her stepfather-to-be? "Just what did she say?"
"Now don't get excited, darling. The kids can explain it all." At least she hoped they could! "Look over your shoulder, will you?"
Jeff realized he'd heard a faint scuffling behind him. He turned the lamp on and stared.
Libby stood on either side of an enormous ice bucket. The neck of the bottle, adorned with a ribbon, protruded from the cubes. The kids were laughing and swaying, each one holding two long-stemmed glasses.
"Happy wedding gift, Daddy Jeff," giggled Libby.
"From me too, Dad," Jackie said gruffly.
The boy at least was self-conscious, and with good reason. The two youngsters were stark naked! Black anger filled Jeff's mind for a minute. Then he felt Martha's slim fingers tweaking his wet limp cock, and he shook his head, punchy again.
"What... what is all this?" He looked down at his own nudity and at hers, and back at the kids.
"What the hell is going on with you three?"
He wasn't sure whether to be angry, embarrassed or what. The most amazing part was Martha's air of calm contentment.
"Well, Jeff, I'm afraid we've been keeping some secrets from you," she smiled. "But then, you've kept some from me, too, haven't you?"
"Uh, I guess," he mumbled, not knowing what to say.
"Daddy Jeff, do we have a lot to tell you," broke in the irrepressible Libby.
"And we sure hope you like it," added Martha, holding up her hand with fingers crossed.
