How can one define corruption? What would really be a proper definition? Is the man who teaches others to steal, to rob, and even to kill corrupt? How about the woman who sells her body when she is incapable of doing other work? Is she corrupt? And what about the man who teaches his daughter, his little sister, or some young, innocent child the ways of love? Is he corrupt? Is he to be considered corrupt even when using no force? Is he corrupt just because he taught someone a federal or state law claims is underage to physically love and be loved?
What about the policeman who uses his authority to bully people without actually taking a bribe or stealing apples from the local street vendor? Is he less corrupt because he operates within the framework of the law, while making himself hated by the people he has sworn to protect?
What about the judge who deals out harsh sentences to young boys and girls, sending them to prisons and reform schools where they will certainly learn the meaning of "hardened criminal?" Is this jurist, in his own way, any less corrupt than the above mentioned people?
It would be wonderful if we could actually draw lines and say, he who harms his fellow man or woman in any way is corrupt, whereas he who either goes his own way or helps others is not corrupt. But then we would have to get down to definitions, such as, what is meant by helping? Can seducing a young girl be considered helping her, or harming her? Is it really corrupt to teach a young girl the arts of love if she wants to learn them? If so, the heroine of this book is very corrupt, because she not only learns about love, but passes these teachings on to her family. This book neither condemns nor condones her behavior, but it does raise questions each reader must answer for himself or herself.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Mary Schlatter was the prettiest twelve-year-old in the neighborhood. Anyone would tell you that. She had short, curly brown hair, wide, large sepia eyes, and short, cute turned up nose, and a pretty cupid's bow mouth. Her little body had yet to really begin developing. The tittie bumps she did have were in no way really visible unless one saw her bare-chested, which no one in the neighborhood did. Her waist was first starting to pinch in, and her hips had just begun to round out. Her thighs were hardly feminine pillars of lust, yet anyone looking at her knew she would shortly develop into a stunning woman.
Mary was a twin, a fraternal twin. Her brother, Marty, didn't look the least bit like her. He was tall for his age, about five feet six inches in height, and though he was a good-looking boy, there was nothing effeminate about him. He had a firm, solid torso which he kept in shape by lifting weights. He wanted to look just like his older brother, Alvin, who was eighteen, and also had a solid body. In fact, it was Alvin's weights that Marty lifted, and he would be in charge of them for the next four years. Tomorrow, Alvin was going off to a four year stint in the Marines.
What the two brothers also shared, unknown to one another, was a powerful lust for both their sister and their mother. Because of their father's overpowering presence, neither had dared make known his feelings to their mother. Their father had also been a deterrent in their making any advances to Mary, their sister. Too, neither brother would have tried anything with their loving sister as long as a third party was in the house. And somehow or other, neither of them had ever been able to find himself alone with Mary. Marty often left the schoolyard early, just to try and be home when Mary got there, hoping he could convince her to let him touch her in her forbidden places. He knew his sister would have agreed, because she was a loving girl who would do anything to keep her family happy. Besides, he had a feeling she had the same lustful urges surging through her blood that he had in his. But each time he and Mary were in the house, one of Mary's friends was there, or Alvin was home early from work.
Marty had no idea Alvin had the same overpowering desire to do things with Mary as he. Both brothers would have been even more surprised to learn their father, Herb Schlatter, found it more than a little difficult to maintain his own decorum in the presence of his little girl. There was that certain something about Mary that aroused the lust in any male, from cradle to grave. She had been the mental subject of more imaginary seductions and rapes than any other female in the neighborhood.
Mary's mind was as innocent as her brothers' minds were lascivious. The love she felt for her entire family was what moralists would euphemistically term "pure." She had no idea men and women reproduced, nor was she cognizant of the pleasures one could derive from body contact with members of the opposite sex. Yet on this day before her older brother was going into the Marines, Mary was first going to find out.
She had been working on a project in school, and had gotten home about four o'clock. Marty, who had been outside, talking with some friends, saw her go into the house, and figured this might be his opportunity to get his sister alone. He silently followed her in, and saw her going upstairs, probably to do her homework. When he noticed shadows moving around in his own bedroom as he climbed the stairs, he realized big brother Alvin was home, and he was about to beat a hasty retreat when he heard Alvin call to Mary, inciting her into his room.
Mary, being totally guileless, walked into the bedroom shared by her two brothers. There were two beds, one against the right wall and one against the left, with enough space between them for two people to stand side-by-side.
Mary was wearing a pink dress that came halfway down to her knees. Seeing Alvin, she felt a sadness, knowing he was packing to leave for such a long time.
"Gee," she said, walking into the room, "I'm going to miss you, Alvin."
"And I'm going to miss you, too," her older brother said, thinking the two of them were alone. "Before I go, I'd like to hold you and love you the way grownups do. Would you like that?"
Marty, still on the stairs, heard his brother. He climbed a little more quickly as the bedroom door closed.
"Sure, Alvin," Mary nodded. "I'd like that. What do we do?"
Unbuckling his pants, Alvin dropped them, along with his underpants, and Mary was immediately intrigued by the hanging penis she saw dangling between her brother's thighs, slapping his balls. She suddenly felt all flushed and hot.
"Now this is just between you and me," Alvin told her.
"Wow!" was all Mary could say.
"Fellas and girls can have a lot of fun playing with each other," Alvin told her, "if they're careful. But what I'm about to say is very important. If I show you how to play, you have to make believe you know nothing about this when you're with anyone else. I mean, later on in life, when you start touching guys, it'd be smart to make believe each guy was teaching it to you for the first time. Got me?"
"Uh-huh!" Mary nodded, still fascinated by her big brother's semi-flaccid penis. "Just what d'you want me to do?"
"Well," her big brother said, coming over to her. "To begin with, you have to get undressed."
"Okay," Mary nodded, and stood up. "How much should I undress?"
"Slip off your dress and your panties. That'll be enough."
"You mean I should be naked from the waist down, like you?"
"That's right, honey. Because all the good fun is below the waist, at least until you get a little older and start growing titties. I'm going to show you how to touch me, and then I'll do the same with you, okay?"
"Okay," Mary nodded, noting her brother's penis was growing and becoming harder right in front of her. "Gosh, that's really something," she murmured.
"It happens to all men when they look at a girl they really like," her brother explained.
"Gee, you really like me then, don't you, Alvin."
"You bet," her older brother nodded.
Marty, listening at the door, was burning up. God, he would have given anything to be in Alvin's place at that moment.
"Now," Alvin whispered, "you lie down on the bed and relax while I look at you, first. Okay?"
"Okay," she nodded, "but remember, I want to do things, too."
"You will," he assured her. "You will. But right now just lie down like I said. Okay?"
"Gee, are you really going to touch me down there?"
"In a little while," he nodded. "For now. I just want to look. I've always wanted to look."
Mary lay on the bed, not knowing what to think. Why would anybody want to look between her thighs? She didn't really have anything good there, like her brother. Well, so what? If her big brother wanted to look, then let him look."
Alvin lowered himself onto the bed, moving his head between her widespread knees. He narrowed his field of vision, concentrating solely on the pretty, bare pussy before him. The sweet, pink, damp slice between his sister's thighs was gorgeous.
Alvin was no male virgin. He had gone out with his share of girls, and he had fucked more than one of them. But there was something about his sister's bare pink mound that held him fascinated. That it was bare was fascinating enough. That it belonged to his sister made it even more enjoyable. Hell! He'd never had the nerve to fuck his own mother, but he'd sure wanted to. And he wasn't the only one. He and Marty, his younger brother had even talked about it one night. Marty kept saying he just might do it one day, but Alvin laughed at him, knowing if he-Alvin-hadn't the guts to fuck their mother, Marty sure as shit wouldn't.
Mary had one of those lovely, well-shaped pussies, and as he stared at it he could feel himself starting to heavily drool.
As he listened, Marty pulled his own hard cock out from his jeans and began tugging on it. Just listening to what his brother was doing with his twin sister was making him hotter and hotter.
In Alvin's mind, Mary's pretty pussy had become something apart from the rest of her. It was a lodestone, tugging him ever closer, building an urge in him to lap it with his tongue. But he knew doing that this quickly might upset his little sister, and that was the one thing he didn't want to happen. Aside from the physical urge he felt for her, he genuinely loved her and wouldn't hurt her for the world. But his eyes couldn't be pulled from the beauty of her lovely cunt.
He stared at the bare pelvis, seeing the pink outer lips all moist and shiny. The sun, slanting in through the window, bouncing off her labia, excited him more and more. The full-fleshed, swollen, puffy outer lips seemed to glisten in alternating shades of whitish-pink and coral.
Looking more closely at her sweet treasure arbor, he thought of those outer lips as drapes covering the inner realm of Astarte. Each labial leaf seemed to swell from the cool air of his breathing.
Mary had no idea what her brother was doing, yet she felt very comfortable. This was the least she could do for a wonderful brother she would not be seeing for a long time to come. The coolness of his breath on her pussylips made her spread her thighs a little wider, and in so doing, she caused her outer labia to pull apart, giving her older brother's eyes access to her ragged inner pussylips. He watched the way they expanded and contracted along with her breathing. The scalloped lips seemed to change hue and color with each breath she took.
For some reason, Mary was feeling heat burning through her young body. There was an innate licentiousness of which her innocent mind was totally unaware starting to overcome her. Being here like this with Alvin seemed to make things wonderful. She had never had feelings like this before, and she wished someone would explain them to her. Well, maybe someday Alvin or Marty or even her daddy would take the time to tell her all about what she was feeling. Maybe even her mommy would do it.
Alvin, still staring at his sister's precious little pussy, saw a little pink bubble emerge from behind a fold of flesh at the apex of her inner lips. Little by little, as his breath washed over it, he watched it expand and take on the shape of a miniature penis.
"Ooooh, Alvin," Mary sighed. "I feel so funny."
And outside the door, hearing his sister gasp without really seeing what was happening, twin brother Marty continued pulling on his throbbing penis. He was already thinking ahead, realizing Alvin would be gone tomorrow, and Mary would be with him for a long time to come. And he would be able to do whatever he pleased with her, just as long as he was careful to keep her happy, too. Heck, he might only be twelve years old himself, but he could handle himself a lot better than most people thought. He had read all the books Alvin had kept hidden, as well as part of a book he had found in his father's room, called, SEX WITHOUT FEAR. Why, he probably knew as much as his brother, even if he'd never had anything to do with a girl. Heck, next to Mary, all other girls seemed like a lot of nothing. No, he wanted to lose his own cherry with his twin sister. At least he wanted his first experience with her, whether or not he lost his cherry.
Alvin continued breathing on his sister's pretty pussy, making her writhe and squirm with heat. Mary didn't know why she felt so inflamed, but it was a good feeling, and she wanted Alvin to continue. Something very sensitive seemed to be swelling between her thighs.
Alvin watched the tiny clitoris grow, fully aware how sensitive she was down there. It had as many nerve-endings in it as did the head of his own throbbing cock.
As he stared, he saw more little beads of oil seep from his sister's natural cavern and coat both the inner and outer labia, and the sight of the glowing lips made his own mouth water. Lord! There was something meant to be sucked. Even though his sister was unaware of precisely what was happening, he could tell that was a part of her which was aching for tongue-action.
He let his line of sight fall a little, and he stared into the very tight, virginal opening of his sister's cunt. If he'd had more time, and he'd have been able to show the little girl how to douche, he difinitely would have fucked her. But time was against him. The sweet hole into which he was staring, the natural scabbard for the sword of male cock, had a creamy, rich pink interior. It reminded him of some kind of bivalve, and if there was anything he loved, it was to eat raw clams and oysters. He was aching to press his tongue into her. The hot, seething little hole was made to be loved, and the-more he looked at it, the more determined he was to be the first male to love it in some way.
"What're you doing?" Mary asked, turning her head to the side and looking down the length of her little body at him.
"Just admiring the way you look," he told her. "Boy, you're so pretty over there, I'm almost tempted to kiss your cunt."
"My what?"
"That lovely hole between your thighs," he replied.
"Gee, why would you want to do that?"
"Because it tastes good to me. But more important, you would love the feeling."
"Gosh, you don't have a hole like I do. What would I be able to do to make you happy?"
"Well, aside from letting me kiss your sweet cunt, it would be nice if you sucked on my penis."
"D'you really like that?"
"Sure," Alvin nodded. "Girls do it to boys all the time. They think it's a lot of fun."
"Golly, I'd sure like to try it," Mary nodded. "How do I do it?"
"Well, I'll lie down," Alvin told her. "You kneel between my thighs, and just ... well ... start sucking."
"Okay," Mary nodded, sitting up as her older brother lay down.
Outside the door, Marty pulled even harder on his throbbing whang. His sister was going to blow Alvin. Oh, wow! Wouldn't that be something to see. It would be even better if she was blowing him. Oh, golly! The pain in his balls was starting to build.
Mary knelt between her older brother's horizontal, open thighs. She stared at the long, thick penis, noting his scrotal sac again. She wondered what was in that sac. She would have to ask a little later on. She noticed there were two round objects in the flesh bag, each the size of a golf ball.
The long, swollen cock looked amazing, now. She had never seen anything like it before. It seemed to shimmer and glisten, pulsing with a life all its own. Gee, in its own way, it was really gorgeous. And it had a lot of different colors in it. Each section was either shaded or hued differently.
The long, thick stem was white on the bottom and pink near the top, and when she reached out and touched it with her fingertips, she could feel blistering heat, inside. The head, looking like the helmet of a World War II German soldier (she had seen pictures of them in her history book), was a shiny lavender, glistening even more because of the sticky stuff oozing from the narrow slit in it. The juice came out and washed all over the head, even dripping onto the staff.
Even though the head was thick, it wasn't quite as thick as the bottom of his cock, which was surrounded by a lot of dark, curly hair. And that funny-looking sac also had a little hair covering it.
"Gee, just what do I do, Alvin?" she asked. "I mean, how do I make you feel good?"
"Well think of it as a kind of Carvel cone," her brother told her. "The head is the soft custard. Just try licking it."
"Okay," she nodded, anxiety filling her eyes. She wanted to do this just right and make her brother proud of her.
Her head moved forward, and her pretty pink lips parted. She extended her pink tongue and she began licking as if the rounded head was one of the Baskin-Robbins thirty one flavors. The flat part of her tiny, wet, sensuous tongue began roaming all over the rounded knob. She lapped it again and again, making sure her tongue touched every last part of it, automatically licking up the sticky fluids seeping from the tiny hole. At first she had thought she would be able to lick without touching that colorless fluid, but soon she found there was no way to avoid it, and so she tasted it. Aside from being oily, and maybe the least little bit salty, it really didn't have any taste at all. She thought of it as being good stuff to pour all over popcorn.
Swallowing the lubricant, she began licking the broad head in decreasing spirals until the point of her delicate little tongue was actually digging into the little slit in the hard cock-head. She licked into it again and again, trying to suck out the fluids. Her tongue darted into the hole again and again, and her hand, still gripping the rigid phallus, felt it twitch repeatedly. She could hear her older brother sighing and breathing heavily, as if he were on the threshold of something painful.
"You okay?" she asked, lifting her head.
"Yeah, yeah," her brother nodded. "Don't stop."
The truth was he was feeling something more ecstatic than he had ever believed possible. Though he had been sucked off by a lot of other girls, their mouths just didn't affect him the way the mouth of his pure, unknowing, innocent little sister did.
Marty, listening, still tugging on his cock, was in agony. He could hear Alvin's pants and gasps, and he felt he should be the one to groan and grunt. He didn't know whether or not his sister was really sucking his brother's cock, but he knew she was certainly doing something. Heck! He would have settled for a handjob from her.
Mary was enjoying what she was doing. Heck, a girl could learn to do this in no time at all.
Her proficient little mouth was really enjoying the taste of her brother's broiling meat. She did find it difficult to try dredging out more fluid, so she decided it would be more fun to let it come out all by itself. Her tongue resumed licking the purple head, trailing over the glans again and again, making more and more blood surge through its rubberiness. The rigid rubbery point changed from a healthy purple to a raging violet.
Alvin felt his testicles throbbing as seed seemed to be bubbling in them as never before. The thunderous sensations in his body all seemed to be gathering together for an explosion designed to make the entire house tremble. The stalk of his rigid cock vibrated strongly, making his testicles tremble, as well. Shocking powers seemed to take control of him as never before. No girl had ever been able to build these kind of sensations in him. It had taken his pure, unknowing, innocent little sister to do this to him. He could feel his heartbeat increasing, and his breathing was all heavy panting. All his strength seemed to drain into his balls, and he could feel a shout building in his vocal chords. It took every ounce of self-control to keep the scream locked inside him, preventing it from coming out. Oceans of white semen seemed to be building within him. It was a mere matter of seconds before he eventually released it.
Mary's natural tonguing of his cock far surpassed the abilities of the older girls he had known, all of whom had enjoyed considerably more practice at it. Alvin knew his sister would improve with time, and he wondered how fantastic her mouth would be in four years, when he finished his hitch in the Marine Corps. God! What a fantastic mouth.
Her lips clamped themselves tightly over his pulsing head, stretching to fit around the seething glans, moving lower until they touched his ultra-sensitive corona. The flat of her tongue slid out from between her lips, licking lower and lower, touching the tantalizing bit of flesh on the underside of his throbbing penis where his glans seemed to come together. Her compressing lips pressed all the more tightly around the dome of his shuddering penis as her throat bobbed, betraying the fact she was swallowing his seeping lubrication as it came oozing from the head of the organ.
Mary decided this was fun. It was like sucking a lollipop, only this lollipop seemed to go on forever. It was really very tasty, even if it wasn't too sweet. Little by little her tiny mouth sank lower. Her sucked-in cheeks rubbed the sides of his throbbing penis, and she found herself salivating. Her mouth, unable to swallow fast enough, let the drool seep out onto his pelvis. She continued moving her mouth lower until she felt the thick cap of his hard cock rub the back of her little-girl throat.
This is it, Alvin thought. She can't take any more of it into her mouth. She'll choke if she does.
But Alvin had reckoned without the seething sensations building up in his innocent little sister's body. She wanted more of it. She wanted all of it, and she would not be content until she had all of it. And so she pushed harder, forcing the throbbing head into her young gullet, expanding her esophagus, gulping it in. Her face pushed lower and lower, and soon the last little bit of thickness was pulsing between her lips as they actually kissed the pelvis under the dark hairs on his noms.
Alvin shuddered, feeling more blood pulse into the sacs swelling his phallic prod. Had it been possible for his cock to expand the least little bit more, it would have.
And all the while, on the other side of the bedroom door, Marty continued tugging on his throbbing cock, feeling aches fill it as burning pain hurt his testicles. He was dying for relief, only his hand no longer seemed to be enough. Knowing his brother possessed his sister prevented him from shooting his own wad.
Mary could feel the tickling sting of pubic hair against her sucking lips. The feeling made her rub her tongue up and down all the more rapidly against the underside of his throbbing cock, making it vellicate even more, causing her very tonsils to shiver.
She wanted it even deeper. It was already pushing into her pharynx, yet she wanted it deeper. She crammed her pretty little head even lower, making the purple point stretch her narrow gullet even more. Now the tip of her tongue was licking her brother's balls as he lay there, taut, stiff, unable to move. She did feel the urge to choke, but fought it back, and soon the entire head, right up to the corona, was fitting into her esophagus. She licked, washing his balls with her tongue as she kept the heavy cock inside.
In reality, the penis looked much thicker to Mary than it was. Marty, her younger brother, had a thicker cock than Alvin. But at that moment, Mary was totally unaware of her other brother. All she wanted to do was pull her older brother's balls into her mouth along with his pulsating prick.
Her oral proclivities seemed unbounded, and never having been taught that this was something one did not normally do with one's brother, she felt no shame whatsoever. Rather, she wanted more and more of the mighty muscle, even though her upper lip had flattened against his hairy pubis, and her lower lip was all but swallowing his wrinkled scrotum. She just couldn't go any lower. No matter what she did, she just couldn't go any lower.
For a moment, Mary seemed perplexed. She didn't know what else to do. All she could do was lie there, sucking, yet feeling most of the drool escape and drip onto the pelvis she was kissing.
"Suck harddddd...." her older brother gasped. "Keep sucking, and you'll get something really ... ahhhhhh ... tasty...."
There was more to taste? Mary was really astonished. She had no idea there could be more. Well, if there was more, she wanted it. She wanted it all. She wanted to taste that good stuff.
Alvin's face was a mask of contorted anguish mixed with radiant joy. Her lips, actually pressing on his balls as they compressed around his cock were causing him some small amount of pain. But he had become a masochist about the pain and refused to relinquish it, lest her mouth stop sucking the full length of his throbbing prod.
Mary was fantastic. There was no other word to describe her. Alvin was certain the world's greatest lovers had never had their cocks sucked this lovingly. And her mind was totally enveloped in what she was doing, enjoying every last little delicious bit of meat.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his sister's tiny, clutching mouth began slowly rising, letting his scrotum go, then forcing her tightly ringed lips to ride to the top of his shuddering shaft, where they caught around his coronal ridge. Her lips began hotly sucking on the glans again, making sure to keep her teeth covered so she wouldn't hurt him. She stayed that way a moment, then down she went again.
The saliva dripping from her mouth was forming puddles on the bed between his thighs, and she still continued to suck wildly. The stoppering of her oral cave with his flesh plug was still doing things to Mary. She suddenly realized she felt wet between her own thighs. She knew she hadn't piddled. Why was she wet?
Now her sucking lips were vacuuming his cock with a regular up and down motion. Her tight, crushing lips were thoroughly massing the rigid pole, making it pulsate and throb with much greater power than it normally did. Roiling liquid, dormant with all the other girls Alvin had known, were, for the first time, coming to life because of his sister. The bubbling fluid began rising higher and higher, heading for the narrow tube in the underside of his throbbing penis. It moved onward and upward, and the unseeing eye-like slit in his penis began wildly blinking.
Mary could sense the maddening pulsations in her brother's swollen penis, and for a moment she felt a little afraid, but not for herself. She was scared she might have bitten into him, causing him pain, and making him bleed.
And then that stuff Alvin had promised her came shooting into the back of her tiny throat. It splashed against the back of her gullet and washed down into her belly. She began sucking more strongly, once again ramming her nose into her brother's pelvis, feeling his pubic hairs rub her nostrils as she drained the heavy semen into her stomach, never really giving the taste buds in her mouth an opportunity to savor the fluid.
Her mouth remained locked on the cock until it had shrunk to an even smaller size than when she had first seen it. Finally convinced there was no more of that heavy sap in her brother's cock, she took her head away.
Funny, but she had been so adamant about sucking it, she never once had a chance to even see what it looked like. Having swallowed it all, she was curious. It had tasted good, much better than her brother had led her to believe. But what was it? Where did it come from? What did it look like?
She wanted to ask Alvin all these questions, but she saw he was almost knocked out. Well, she learned one things, and that was, when enough of the stuff came shooting out, it could take a man's strength away.
"Did you like it, Alvin?" she asked. "Did I do it right?"
"You were wonderful, Mary," he murmured. "You were really wonderful."
Alvin didn't feel the least bit sorry for having used his sister's mouth. If anything, her sucking had prompted him to make use of her again, whenever he came home on leave. She had the greatest mouth he'd ever known.
After basic training, he would probably be getting weekend passes, and he would be going into many local towns and trying a lot of the local girls. But he was already certain none of them would be able to compete with his young sister. If there was one mouth to match Mary's, it would have to be that of his mother, and he knew he would have no chance to find that out. His father guarded his mother too closely.
Mary, seeing Alvin nod, got up and dressed herself. It had been fun, but she was feeling kind of funny inside. She didn't know why, but it was almost upsetting. Not that she had a nausea or anything, but she felt all charged up, and didn't know how to wind down.
And outside the door, Marty, her twin, tucked his stiff cock back in his pants, almost crying because he had been unable to satisfy himself.
CHAPTER TWO
Supper in the Schlatter home, that night, was not a happy affair. Herb Schlatter had been against Alvin's joining the Marines, but Alvin knew he wasn't much good for anything else. Marty was a smart kid, and when he grew up he could become a mechanic or a TV repairman. He had a natural aptitude for machinery and electronics. But Alvin didn't have an aptitude for anything except fighting and getting laid. So he decided his best bet would be to join the Marines and see if he could learn a trade while in the corps. This way, he would also get a chance to see the world, fuck some prime international nookie, and become more well-rounded. He wasn't worried about being pushed around by some creep in the Marines just because the man had sergeant's strips. Most sergeants were dumb enough to think they could handle any raw recruit, and were always willing to "take off their stripes" long enough to teach a rookie a lesson. But Alvin not only had a perfect body, but had a black belt in judo and kung-fu. No one was ever going to push him around.
"I want you to write at least once a week," Sonia Schlatter, Alvin's mother was saying. "We'd like to hear how you're doing."
"Okay," Alvin nodded, stuffing a potato into his mouth.
"And let me know if you're happy," Mary smiled at her brother.
"Sure thing, sis," he nodded, smiling at her.
God! Even now he could recall that wonderful blowjob. She had been fantastic, just fantastic.
Marty, looking at his brother and sister, felt a little more than slightly jealous. He knew why they were smiling at each other. They were sharing a secret. Golly! It just wasn't right. After all, he and Mary were twins. If anyone should have fucked his sister, it should have been him. Well, Alvin hadn't really fucked her, but it was almost the same thing.
Marty could also detect a bit of nervousness in his sister. The books he'd read stated a woman or a girl would be nervous if she wasn't satisfied. Well, he wasn't going to be a rat like his brother. He was going to satisfy his sister if he could ever get her alone. With Alvin gone, he had a much better chance.
Mary, looking at her twin brother, could see he was sulking, but she put it down to his being sad that Alvin was leaving. It never occurred to her Marty would be jealous of Alvin, nor did she think Marty had the same urges as his older brother.
When supper was over, everyone went into the living room and quietly watched TV for the next few hours. Alvin left the house for awhile, claiming he had to say good bye to some friends, but by ten o'clock he was back. By then, everyone was getting ready for bed.
Mary still felt nervous and anxious, though she didn't know why. She did know she would have liked to have felt calm again, only she didn't know how to go about calming cown.
"Hey," Marty told her, meeting her as she was coming out of the bathroom and she was going in. "While the folks take Alvin to the airport, tomorrow, you can come skinnydipping with me and some of the other guys and girls. Okay?"
"Great," Mary nodded. This would be another new experience.
CHAPTER THREE
Skinnydipping was something Marty did all the time with a few friends, both male and female. The girls, all twelve, were in no way ashamed to let the boys look at them, as long as the boys didn't touch. The boys, thinking themselves too grown-up to want to bother with flat-chested girls their own age, had agreed.
Marty had never allowed his twin sister to come with him, basically because he didn't want her to be seen by all the pseudo-sophisticates. True, Mary's body had yet to really develop, but she had such a beautiful face, he knew the other guys might have a hard time keeping their hands off her.
Another reason why Marty had never allowed his twin sister to join in the skinnydipping was her never having seen naked boys, before. Her parents had kept her totally unaware of the differences between boys and girls, perhaps because they, themselves, having grown up in similar neighborhoods, and having discovered about the opposite sex from places like a local swimming hole, felt it would be better to keep their daughter away from such places.
Unlike his parents, Marty didn't skinnydip out in the open, at some half-hidden sump in the middle of the woods. He went to his friend, Tommy's. Tommy had an indoor swimming pool in his basement, and he allowed his friends to come and use it with the understanding no bathing suits were allowed. Tommy's parents both worked, just as Marty's did, and were completely unaware of the afternoon activity that went on in their basement.
Mary had know about the skinnydipping, but hadn't made a big deal out of going when her brother had originally refused to take her. But now that he had offered, she felt excited, perhaps because of the funny feeling still coursing through her, resulting from her having fellated her older brother. She wondered why she still felt that way.
That particular afternoon, when her brother brought her to Tommy's house, the swimming was already underway. Even though the boys and girls swam naked, they all did their best to keep as much of their bodies hidden under the water. The girls never stood on the edge of the pool while the boys were already in the water. In spite of what each of the boys had promised, the girls knew the boys would be staring if they exposed themselves.
As it was, more than one boy swam under water and slid between the thighs of a girl who might be standing in the shallow end of the pool. Whenever a boy did it, he moved quickly, then swam back to where the other boys were splashing around, usually making it difficult for the girl whose legs had felt the boy move through them to guess which boy it had been.
There were two bathrooms in the house. The boys used the downstairs bathroom, and the girls used the one upstairs. When they came downstairs, they could immediately slide into the pool, hardly showing themselves.
Mary felt excited, being at Tommy's house with all the others her age. She recognized more than one girl friend she would never have thought to see here. She noticed most of the girls who were there had very strict parents who tried keeping them tied to their mothers' apron strings.
"Hey, Mary," a girl she knew as Sally Williams said to her. "Boy, I never thought I would ever see you at one of these."
Sally was a pert blonde with tan skin. Mary could see she was tan all over, which meant Sally went in for nude sunbathing, too. Sally already had blonde hair puffing up on her pelvis, as well as growths under her arms. And Sally also had titties. They weren't big, but they were there. The two little breasts, bunched together, would have fitted into the palm of any boy there. But they were larger than anything sported by the other girls.
And Sally's tan aureolae were spreading out on her growing breast, looking like light coffee stains.
Sally came from a very puritanical home. Her parents would have screamed their heads off had they known where their daughter was hanging out. Certainly Sally would have been locked in her room for the duration of the school year immediately on coming home from school.
Compared to Sally, Mary felt very lucky. Her own parents were aware of the nude swimming parties her twin brother attended. Although they hadn't directly forbidden Mary to join in, they had asked Marty to keep her out of it as long as possible. Until today, Marty had followed his parents' wishes.
Another reason why Marty had brought Mary with him was his own desire to see his sister's nakedness. At home, his parents had been very strict about not letting the boys look at their sister or mother, and Marty felt it was time he had a good look at Mary. Even now, as Mary sat in the upstairs bathroom, talking to Sally Williams, Marty was impatiently waiting to see her. His own penis was already half-erect again, which was why he was already in the pool. He didn't want any of the other girls seeing him this way, and then thinking he'd started getting rigid because he was looking at their bodies.
"Boy," Sally was saying to Mary, "you sure are lucky to have two brothers like you do."
"Why is that?" Mary asked, taking off her shoes and socks and putting them with her clothing.
"Heck, I don't have any brothers, and the boys here get fresh with me all the time. They know I don't have a brother to protect me, and I can't go to my father and tell him. If I did, I'd never be able to come to one of these ever again."
"Gee, that's a shame," Mary nodded. "Marty is a swell brother. He always takes good care of me. So does Alvin, but Alvin went off to join the Marines today. So all I have left is Marty."
"Marty is a nice guy," Sally admitted, pushing her hair into a bathing cap. She had to keep her hair from getting wet because it would take a long time to dry, and her parent might catch on to what she had been doing. "He's one of the few guys who never tries to get cute. Look out for Tommy, though. He thinks he's real funny, jumping up out of the water and sometimes grabbing my ... wellll ... you know...."
"You mean he squeezes your breasts?" Mary naively asked.
"He's not the only one," Sally said. "You have to look out for fat Paul. He thinks he's really cute. He does things no other boy would dare do."
"Gee, what could he do?" Mary asked.
"Well, some of the other boys like to swim between my thighs and look, just because I'm starting to grow hair there. Paul swims between my thighs and pulls the hair."
"Gosh, why would he do a thing like that?"
"Because he's horny," Sally answered.
"What does 'horny' mean?" Mary wanted to know.
"It means that dangling pecker between his thighs becomes hard, like a horn. He keeps telling me he has the urge to push it into me, but I told him to go use raw liver."
"This is my first time here," Mary said, shivering a little after what Sally had told her about Paul. "I hope he doesn't get fresh with me."
"He won't," Sally assured her. "You have Marty around to see no one gets cute with you."
"If you want, I'll ask Marty. to protect you, too."
"No," Sally said, shaking her head. "I kind of like it when the boys get fresh. It makes up for the stiff homelife I have. You just be careful and don't let anyone get too fresh."
"Thanks for letting me know," Mary smiled.
"Well, I think it's time for a swim," Sally said. "Come on. When we get down there, jump into the pool in a hurry. Otherwise, Marty or no Marty, all the other boys'll ogle you."
"Okay," Mary nodded, and followed Sally down to the pool.
When she entered the pool room, Mary felt warmth rising from the water. It was a heated pool. She could see her brother nakedly sitting on the edge of the pool at the other end, and she called out to him, "Yoo hoo, Marty, watch me!"
She saw Sally hurry around to the other side of the pool and jump in. Deciding not to wait until she was that far around, Mary belly-whopped into the shallow end of the pool, and the water smacked into her stomach as if it were a brick wall.
Marty stood up, and seeing what happened, dove into the water. Damn! Damn! Damn! That girl would always need looking after. He should have remembered that. He was so hot to see her naked body, he had dumbly brought her here, and she had done just what he had realized she might do, almost hurt herself.
Three pairs of hands grabbed for Mary and hauled her to the surface. They dragged her to the side of the pool and hoisted her up. The other pairs of hands belonged to Tommy and Paul. The three boys made the lovely little girl lie on her belly while they forced the water out of her. Not until they were sure she was breathing properly did they roll her over on her back.
Marty stared at his sister's body, still thinking what he would like to do to it, but his train of thought was interrupted by Tommy, who said, "Why'd you have to bring her here? My mom would've killed me if she'd been hurt."
"Tommy's right," the fat boy called Paul agreed. "Leave her home from now on."
"I can't do that," Marty told them. "I have to watch her. Both my folks work, and I can't leave her alone."
"Yeah, well, until you find a way to leave her alone, you leave us alone," Tommy insisted, and the two boys dove back into the pool, leaving Marty and Mary alone.
Mary realized she had done something wrong. Her littly body was shivering.
"I'm sorry, Marty," she whined, looking up at her brother who was standing over her. "It's just that the water looked so good. I wanted to swim with you and the boys."
"Hey," he told her, kneeling down and holding her shivering body against his. "I told you it wasn't right to call out in front of the guys and let them see you like that."
"But, gee, you and the guys are undressed, too. And so are all the girls. If they see us, why can't we show off and look at them?"
"I told you not to look," he insisted, attempting to justify what he and the boys had been doing.
As he held her, he felt her heart beating, and a funny feeling started to work its way through him. Gosh, but his sister seemed to feel different. To begin with, he could feel the tiniest of swells in her chest, and he realized it wasn't due to the belly-whop. These were natural convexities, just barely visible to the eye, and when he let go of her and looked, he could see her tiny nipples had started enlarging. True, they hadn't grown much, but they had grown until they were larger than his own. He could see the button-like aureole surrounding each nipple, spreading on her white flesh like a tan blotch. Gee, she was starting to develop. Soon she would look like mommy, and instead of tittie bumps, she would have big mounds. No wonder he was feeling so hot for his sister.
Gosh! He was hotter for her now than he had ever been. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, making it swell up. Thank heaven the other kids were all playing and swimming in the pool and paying no attention to Mary and himself.
Heck! It was more than just lust. He loved his twin sister, but the lust was a part of that love. He always thought of her as his younger sister, because he had been born fifteen minutes before her.
She was still lying there, not knowing what to do, but she knew her brother would take care of her. The water made her white skin gleam as if phosphorescent, and her small, tan nipples made her white flesh look even more alabaster.
Marty's eyes took in the full length of his sister's young body. He noticed the way her hips were beginning to enlarge, and he loved her smooth, slender thighs. It would be awhile before they really rounded out, but that didn't make him feel any less like pushing his face between them.
For the first time he had a clear, unobstructed view of his sister's pretty, pink, puffy pussy. He was filled with a tremendous burning as he stared at the coral ribbon of her inner labia. He could see them moving together, then apart, together, then apart, keeping time with her breathing. Damn! He had to do something with her, and it had to be in a hurry. Otherwise his cock would explode.
Staring at his sister's small, narrow pink slices of labia, he was almost totally overcome. Yes, he had to do something, but not here. God! That was a cunt made to fit in the palm of his hand, and he had to actually stop himself from reaching out and touching it. Mostly, it was the presence of the other two guys, swimming in the pool, who stopped him.
"Come on," he told Mary. "Let's get dressed and go home."
Instinctively, he knew he would never let her come skinny-dipping again, not because the boys didn't like it, but because he knew they might soon come to like it too much. And he didn't want anyone staring at his naked little sister.
For her part, Mary was a little perplexed. What was wrong with her swimming along with all the other kids. Gee! There was certain camaraderie among them, and for a little while she felt as if she was part of the entire gang. Gee! What was wrong, anyway? Even so, she went upstairs to get dressed.
She pouted as she slipped on her panties, socks, shoes, undershirt, and dress. It wasn't fair. Boys had all the fun. Just because they had an extra piece of flesh dangling between their thighs, too. What was so good about it that made boys so different from girls? Heck! She liked swimming and wrestling and playing baseball, and things like that. Playing with dolls and joining in all the goofy games like hopscotch was a lot of nothing.
When they got home, Marty unlocked the door, they went inside, and Mary said, "Now I suppose we have to take a shower."
"Well you're all covered with chlorine, Mary," Marty told her. "So am I. Come on, we'll take one together."
He said it smiling, realizing he was going to be naked with his younger sister again.
While Mary undressed and put her clothes in the hamper, Marty adjusted the shower's water temperature. Then he undressed, and the two of them got into the shower together. It was a strange, wonderful feeling being alone with her. for Mary, it was equally wonderful being alone with Marty. She felt that funny feeling inside her starting to build again, especially when Marty started soaping her body. It became even stronger when she soaped him. Her hands got down to his penis, and she covered it with suds, saying, "Gosh, Marty, You're really big. You're bigger than Alvin."
It never occurred to Mary she had just given away the fact that she had seen Alvin's penis. Marty decided not to make an issue of it, but he would have to make certain she didn't talk about anything that would happen between the two of them.
"Tell me?" she asked, seeing how stiff his erection was, "is it that way because you like me? Did I accidentally hurt you?"
Suddently Marty blushed. How did one tell his twin sister he wanted something from her? Hell!
He would settle for a quick jerking off. Right here in the shower would probably be the best place. Whatever came out of him would just wash down the drain.
He looked at his twin sister's body, and he saw her little nipples were very erect. Not only that, but they were pointing right at him. It was almost as if they were little accusing fingers, challenging him to exploit his sister. Well hell, he had to do something, and fast. Just what to do, he didn't really know. The book in his father's room had said something about a vagina being shaped the way it was so it could hold a penis, but he hadn't believed it at the time. Naturally, the book said such things only happened when men and women grew up and got married. But Alvin had done things without being married.
Marty knew he would never be able to marry his sister, yet the idea of trying to fit his hard penis into the tiny fluted opening between her round little thighs seemed to appeal to him. He colored, wanting to more than think of it. He recalled, the book had also said that was the way babies were made, and if the book was right, he didn't want to start a baby inside Mary's young body. But he did want satisfaction.
"Golly, I'm sorry, Marty," Mary whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't really hurt me," he told her, watching the way the shower water bounced off her back. "It gets this way sometimes. I do like you a lot, Mary."
"Honest?"
"Uh-huh!"
The bouncing water seemed to form a halo around her, especially with the sprinkling drops reflecting light from the bathroom window. She looked more grown-up than ever, and for some crazy reason, Marty wanted to do something with his sister.
Mary turned around and shut off the shower, giving Marty a chance to look at her round buttocks. The cheeks were still puffy with babyfat, but for some reason it made her more appetizing than ever. Gosh! He was sure it would be a lot of fun to rub his pecker through those asscheeks until he finally shot that white stuff from inside him.
Stepping out of the shower, they dried one another off. Marty knew he would be feeling his sister all over if he kept this up, and decided to try and stop it. In the back of his mind was the thought that his parents had always asked him to look out for his sister.
But Mary had other ideas. She still felt that crazy heated feeling in her, and she needed some way of settling it. She wondered if she could do for Marty what she had done for Alvin. And if so, would it make her feel better?
Before she could do anything, Marty turned away and left the bathroom, saying, "I think I'm going to work out with the weights, downstairs."
He had to give it this one try. Much as he wanted Mary, he had to try this one time to stay away from her.
But Mary, totally naked, hurried after her brother, cornering him downstairs, in the little gymnasium Alvin had set up some years before. Not only did she want to touch Marty, but she wanted him to answer some of the questions she had wanted to ask Alvin.
She caught him as he stood on a floormat in front of a full length mirror.
"Don't run away," she whispered, falling to her knees, staring closely at her brother's magenta glans. "Golly, penises come in all sizes. Yours is really big. Gee, it's a pretty penis."
Her eyes were full of admiration for her brother's lenghthy cock. She stared at how red it was, and noted the blue veins lacing their way around it like a tubular roadmap.
"Marty," she whispered in a strangled voice. "If I promise not to hurt you, can I touch it?"
Marty knew he should call a halt to everything right there. But something was burning its way through him, and he couldn't. He just couldn't. His heart began slamming into his ribs as he gulped, and said, "Okay, Mary. Go ahead."
Mary reached out and gently placed the tips of her fingers on the solid mast depending from between her brother's loins. She could feel how hot it was, and the heat seemed to travel, as if by osmosis, from his pores to hers, flooding her with the fiery tingles into her own body.
Gosh, that thick stick of yours is really hot," she gasped. "Gee, that weird-looking tip seems to puff out and then shrink in all the time. Y'know, I almost wish I had one attached to me."
Marty felt like saying she could have his whenever she wanted it. Wow! He didn't know why, but he had this crazy urge to press it into that tiny hole between her thighs. But he was afraid he might hurt his sister by doing that, and he never wanted to hurt Mary.
"Hey," he told her. "If you would like to make it shrink, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this."
"Oh, wow! I won't tell a living soul, honest."
"Come over here and stand next to me," he told her, "and get up off your knees."
Mary moved next to him as he'd told her to do.
"Now," he said, "Close your hand tightly, very tightly around my pecker. Remember, get a tight grip on it."
Mary did as her brother instructed, and Marty felt a pyre of blistering flame shoot up inside him. Her squeezing, girlish hand was the most fabulous thing he'd ever felt. Up to now, his own hands had been the only ones to touch his stiff cock. To feel Mary gripping it tightly, and unafraid, created the sensation he was melting inside.
"Gee, this is really something," Mary told him. "It's really stiff, yet I can feel something jumping around inside, sort of like the funny beat I feel in my temples, sometimes. Gosh! I'd give almost anything to have one of these."
"Well we could kind of make a deal," Marty told her. "I mean, as long as you keep all this a secret, I'll let you play with mine whenever you want."
"Yes, yes, Marty. I'd like that." She would have willingly sucked it, but remembered Alvin had said about letting boys take the lead.
"Okay. You'll see, you'll come to like this a lot. Now, keep a firm hold on it and start pulling on it, moving your closed hand back and forth, from the top to the bottom."
Oh this is so fabulous," she squealed, tugging on it. "The outer skin feels like smooth silk. Wow! This is the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me. But tell me, Marty, how long do I keep on doing this?"
"Well...." he gasped. "There's a kinda fluid inside me, and ... well ... you know, like the red stuff in a thermometer. And the more you ... uuuhhh ... tug on this, the higher that ... ahhhhh ... fluid goes ... until it all ... wowwwww ... comes out ... ohhhhhh ... and the swelling goes dowwwwwwwwwnnnnnn!!!"
Mary began yanking her brother's hard cock back and forth, staring at the way the throbbing glans pulsed, swelling and receding. Each time her hand tugged forward, she could feel the texture of his corona, and then she would pull back and feel his bare pelvis rub against her fist.
After awhile, as she stared at the hard little cock, Mary became aware of the dangling flesh underneath. She lowered her head and first saw the way his balls were tightening up.
"Gee, Marty, maybe you can tell me. I see, down there, you not only have peckers, but you have funny little sacks hanging under your peckers. What is the sack for?"
"My ... unnnggghhh ... aaggghhh ... balls are in there ... ohhhh ... my ... oooooooh ... testicles," he told her, remembering the word from the book he'd read.
"But what are they for?" Mary asked, suddenly anxious to know everything about her brother.
"I'll ... uhhhhhhh ... aanngghhh ... tell you ... wowwwww ... uhhh ... a little later ... aaaggghhh!!!" he gasped through clenched teeth.
Mary was really enjoying the feel of his swollen cock in her tight little fist. She enjoyed its thickness and heaviness, and she enjoyed the strong, throbbing feeling she could sense, within. It seemed to be a living thing all by itself, and yet it was attached to Marty, making it part of him.
"Look," she gasped, noticing the sticky, colorless fluid seeping from the slit in the dome. "Do you have to pee?"
Had Marty not been listening outside the bedroom door, he really would have believed his sister. If she'd sucked on Alvin's prong, then she had to have seen his lubricant. Still, to let her know he had been eavesdropping, might prove disastrous, especially at a moment like this.
What Marty didn't know, was that his sister was ignorant about the lubrication, even though she had swallowed a lot of her older brother's. She first understood what it was now, when Marty explained; "It's ... uhhhhhh ... a special ... oooooooooh ... stuff ... ahhhhh ... that comes out of me ... slippery ... aarrgghh ... for lubrication ... "
"Why do you need lubrication?" Mary was anxious to know.
"I'll ... uhhhhhhh ... explain it all ... unnnnhhh ... another time...." he gasped.
"Okay," Mary nodded, satisfied for the moment. Looking at his cock, she noticed it was turning a darker color as she massaged it, just as Alvin's had darkened.
The palpitating thrill inside her was growing higher, but was showing no sign of coming to a head. She was afraid to kneel down again and start sucking on Marty's penis. He might not like it. She could see he was enjoying what her hand was doing to him, and she wondered if different thing were needed to make different people happy. She liked what she was doing, but she would have preferred sucking it. As she tugged, she wondered if there way anything her brother might do to rid her of that shivery sensation.
"Marty, do you still like what I'm doing?" she asked.
"Oh yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhh ... yeah ... yeah...." he said, "but it'd be even better if you'd ... ohhhhhhhhhh....rub my balls with ... ahhhhh ... your other ... uhhhhhh ... hand ... oh gee!"
At first, Mary didn't know how to reach his testicles. After awhile, she decided the best way to do it would be to reach between his legs from behind him and get a good grip on the tightened sac. She even squeezed it a little, but just a little. She could feel the eggshell brittleness of the marbles in his fleshy sac, and decided she might hurt him if she squeezed too hard.
Marty felt a million sensual needles shooting through his pores, making his young body burn up. His sister was the most terrific person in the world. She was doing things no one else could do to really make him feel good. Soon, he would have to do something to make her feel good, too. He was sure there was some way for him to do it. He just wasn't sure how.
He felt her fingers close even more tightly around his throbbing cock, pulling, pulling, pulling. There was something about the way she was doing it that drove him completely wild.
Mary could feel the crazy pulsations in the ball of each of her tightly gripping fingers. The more his cock pulsated, the more she enjoyed herself. His staff felt like a rod of steel surrounded by a cushion of soft flesh, and the throbbing made it feel so hot, she thought her hand might be burned. Yet she refused to let go, loving the rich red of the staff and the heavy purple of the throbbing dome.
Her other hand was squeezing his balls even more tightly, yet she recognized his gasps as those of pleasure and not of pain.
"Oh wow!" her brother screamed, then clamped his hand over his mouth for fear someone passing outside might hear him.
Mary felt the cords in her brother's thighs tense as his loins tightly clamped her hand between them. The pressure felt good against the sides of her hand as her palm continued to hold and squeeze his small testicles. She could feel the small sac shriveling even more as her other hand continued jacking on her brother's stiff pole. She forced her left hand a little higher, tightening her fingers even more. This caused the shuddering in his body to increase.
To Mary, this was becoming more and more enjoyable, though she was feeling hotter and hotter. She had the funny kind of sensation in her body, driving her to squeeze her brother's testicles even harder. Whatever it was that was driving her was so hot, she knew if it wasn't cooled off soon, the complete core of her young body would be burned out.
She could feel the violent trembling in Marty's body, and she felt terribly sorry for him. Gee! If what she was doing was the reason for this terrible shaking, maybe she'd be better off stopping.
His hand reached down and fingers curled themselves in her young hair. He pushed her pretty face into the outside of his thighs, and she found her lips kissing his flesh, hoping they might ease whatever agony he seemed to be undergoing. But the more she kissed him, the more he shook.
Her fingers closed a little more tightly around his tender testicles. She was terrified she would really hurt him if she clenched her fingers any tighter, but for some reason she was unable to explain, she found herself squeezing tighter and tighter and tighter.
Marty was fast becoming aware of the heavy pressure on his balls. He wanted to tell Mary to ease up, but he couldn't unclench his teeth at that moment. And even if he could, he didn't know if he really wanted to tell her. He was violently shivering, and his hand was still clamped over his mouth to keep himself from screaming.
Mary thought it might be better to stop, and she would have done so had not the movement of his body communicated a terrible need for her to keep on pumping, and so her hand continued jerking his chain while her other hand was now able to keep a constant pressure on his balls without squeezing any harder. And all the while, his hand continued pressing on her head, pushing her face into his thigh, forcing her lips to continue kissing his flesh.
Marty's other hand reached down as if trying to find something to grip for balance. Finally it reached out and settled for holding onto Mary's head. Now he began pumping the entire bottom part of his body forward and back, moving against her clasping fist. To Mary, it seemed as if something had snapped in her brother's mind.
"Unnnggghhh!" he gasped in a choking voice.
Mary was becoming more and more frightened with each passing second. Why should Marty sound so crazy? Was he really enjoying it, or was the pain driving him to do crazy things he might otherwise not do. He was her big brother, always taking care of her. She had thought she would be taking care of something for him now, but each passing moment made it appear as if things were getting worse. Besides, she wasn't feeling that good, herself. All kinds of crazy shivers were running through her body. And it was all because of what she was doing for him. It would be much better if she stopped ... and yet ... she couldn't, she just couldn't. Marty had said something about getting some kind of heavy juice out of him to make his swelling go down, and if this was the only way to do it, then this was what she was going to do.
The thick prick in her hand seemed to enlarge even more at this point. She stared down at it and saw the head was almost a black and blue it was so purple. She felt the rest of his pumping body stiffen even more, and then she felt the funny twitches move from the heel of her hand to her fingertips.
"Yes, yes, yessssssssss...." Marty called out as her hand jerked so fast it was a mere blur. And then she felt the strong throbs as the white spurts began shooting from the tip in his penis, splashing against the long mirror. The blasts of white glue coming from her brother's cock shot out in constant, rhythmic spurts. She heard the strong inhaling as his body tightened like a solid oak log while continuous white puddles began falling onto the mat.
Marty's hand over his mouth had kept him from screaming out loud, but in his brain the shouts were long and loud. After a time, he was finally able to gasp, "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh sis, that was really terrific."
Mary felt her brother's cock hurriedly shrinking. He had been right about the fluid in there being the cause of his stiffness. And she had really helped him by bringing it out, though she still couldn't understand how what she did was able to make the stuff come out. Alvin had told her nothing, and she was curious.
"Gee!" she asked. "Just what is that stuff?"
"I'm not really sure," Marty told her. "All I know is, it's made in the balls, and every now and again it has to come out of a man's body. And what you did is one of the ways of bringing it out."
"Well gosh, why is that stuff made inside you in the first place?" she wanted to know; first starting to understand.
"I'm not quite sure," he told her, unable to really explain it all to her, since he didn't really know it all, himself.
"Well anytime you need for it to come out, you just tell me," she insisted. "I'll be glad to help you again."
"Oh yeah, for sure," Marty nodded.
"But Marty," she whispered, her naked little body shivering. "I feel kinda funny inside, myself."
Marty moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her flat nipples in both hands, feeling the very, very slight puffiness under each aureole. He pressed his deflating cock against her ass and held her tight.
Mary liked it all, but the trouble was, the pressure of his dangling penis against her buttocks, smearing what was left of that gooey white stuff onto her, was making her all hot and bothered. She began trembling even more.
"Wait until after supper," Marty promised. "Then maybe we can do something to make you feel better."
CHAPTER FOUR
Seeing his sister nervous and upset, Marty didn't know what to do. He hoped her nervousness wouldn't be apparent to their mother and father when the latter two finally came home. In the meantime, he decided to see if there was something in his father's room which might help explain how he could ease his sister's tension.
In the bottom of his father's night table was the old, paperback book called SEX WITHOUT FEAR. It was a thin book, and even though he was only twelve years old, he managed to finish half of it before his parents came into the house. By then, he understood the different things he could do, because he now knew why his sister was feeling so upset. Even at the tender age of twelve years, she had feelings like a woman, and as a result felt as he had when his cock had been stiff and hard.
Mary, not wanting her brother to worry about her, managed to keep her nervousness hidden from her parents all during supper. After supper, while their father went out to his mens' club, and their mother took a long soak in a hot tub, the two kids got together in Mary's room.
Marty shut the door and said," Okay, sis, I'm going to make you feel good. Let's get undressed and get under the covers of your bed."
Mary could barely wait. She was burning with anxiety. Her clothes came off rapidly, and Marty stared at her youthful body, feeling all kinds of funny sensations course through him. He had to admit, for a girl of her age, Mary had a nice shape. Her skin was as smooth as satin cloth, and as bright as pure milk. Her flat breasts looked more and more appetizing with their tan nipples and aureolae quivering just a little. This let him know her breasts were really starting to take shape, even though it was barely visible to his eye. When her flesh could shimmy, it meant they were starting to grow.
Fully undressed, she lay down on the bed with her thighs wide open, looking like a delicate, hand-carved doll. She was a series of sensuous colors; a mixture of white, tan, and pink, and looking at her made him realize he was aroused all over again. He had another erection.
"Gosh, you're really something special," he told her, lying beside her after making sure the door was locked.
"Well so are you," she squealed, delighted he was going to do something for her, feeling giddy as only a little girl could. He was trying to make her happy. Alvin hadn't done that.
Mary had always loved and looked up to her brother, and knew he would never do anything to make her feel bad. So when he placed a hand on her knee, and she felt quivery shakes running through her, she opened her legs all the wider. She felt thrilled to be the center of so much attention from him. Usually, he took her with him because he had to watch her, not because he really wanted to. What he was doing now was something he wanted to do, and it made her feel good. Goosebumps formed all over her young body as a result of the touch of his hand.
His fingers began dancing higher, moving just as he had read they should, in the book. He could feel the heat coming from her inner thigh. The book had said something about kissing being what girls liked, so he timidly kissed her cheek. But when she turned her face to his, he suddenly found himself lightly kissing her lips. And whenever he kissed her, she always responded. This time was no different as her little, girlish mouth planted kisses all over his lips. The book had also said something about licking the inside of her mouth with his tongue, and he proceeded to do so, feeling her automatically ape him by licking back. The whole thing was a wonderful game to her. Soon their tongues were sliding back and forth from mouth to mouth as each sucked on the other's lingual extension. Little Mary felt herself becoming hotter and hotter and hotter.
She felt her brother's palm sliding higher and higher on her inner thigh, making her girlish flesh tremble with crazy sensation. Her loins were wide apart, eagerly awaiting the touch of his dancing fingers on her sticky vaginal lips. The juices inside her were really bubbling.
Suddenly she felt his fingertips touch her pussylips. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her there, except when she used a washcloth on herself to keep herself clean. She could feel his fingers pressing against the pouting puffiness of her swollen little cuntlips. His fingers ran over the smooth, hairless plane, and she began involuntarily bouncing, trying to press her soft lips against his probing fingers all the harder. She didn't know why, but she wanted him to do more ... even though she didn't quite know what.
Her hands touched him', and one pressed into his thigh, reaching for his hard cock. She had the urge to feel it again, and she was glad when her brother didn't try to stop her hands from moving down.
Marty looked at his sister's nipples. The flesh underneath was really trying to puff out. In the lamplight of the room, her barely visible titty-mounds trembled like vanilla junket with a chocolate pecan in the center of each.
"Gee," he whispered. "I never thought I could feel like this about you," he whispered, his burning breath heavily teasing her young body.
Her tiny nipples seemed to grow a little more as he breathed on them, enlarging until they once again looked like stunted fingers, pointing at him. The book had said something about girls loving to have their nipples kissed and sucked, and he decided to see if it was true. He bent his head forward and began kissing her left nipple, listening to her giggle with delight. He pressed his mouth against the faintly visible bump and let his tongue roam over the tan extension, tasting the sweet smoothness of his sister's flesh. His hand caressed her other nipple, making it swell to greater size, too.
Mary felt as if her brother was tickling her, at first, and she wanted to laugh more. But as the seconds went by, the ticklish sensation went away. Another feeling was there, and it was a nice one. Each time his lips sucked on her nipple, Mary began sighing.
Then she felt one of his fingers press gently into the seam between her soft labia. She sucked in her breath as his fumbling finger tried separating each labius so it could slide up and down between them. And suddenly he succeeded, almost roughly pushing the finger into the tight, sucking hole at the bottom of her labial cleft. The pressure of the finger moving into her so suddenly made Mary gasp.
"Gee, did I hurt you?" he asked, ready to pull his finger out, taking his lips from her nipple.
"No, no, no," she told him, pushing his face back down so his mouth could continue sucking her girlish teat. His mouth opened wider than before, pressing flatly against her young body, letting the flat of his tongue rub up and down against her nipple. Then he pursed his lips and began sucking the small, upstanding nail of flesh. He wanted to suck it far into his mouth, but her lack of tit made that impossible. Instead, he moved his lips up and down on her tiny nipple, as he had seen her move her hand on his hard cock.
He started using his teeth, biting a little, chewing her soft flesh as his intruding finger continued moving in a spiral way inside her tight little pussy. He felt she was leaking a lot of slippery oil, making it easier to push his finger a little deeper into her sucking, squeezing little twat. He took a deep breath and pushed a little more, feeling her flaming cauldron suck his finger a bit deeper. Her tight, vaginal walls almost crushed his finger with their tight hold. He could feel her heavy outpourings of slick, slithery, viscous oil, still greasing the way for him, making it easier and easier to move his finger into her tightness.
And then he touched something, making her jump. It was blocking the way, keeping his finger from going any deeper. He could tell from the way she'd jumped that she felt something other than the happy feeling she had known up to now.
When he would have pulled his finger out, she tightened her thighs, forcing it it. He kept trying to pull it out, and she kept squeezing it and pushing it back in until he realized his finger was rhythmically sliding in and out of her channel.
Mary loved the way his moving finger did things to her. She also loved the pressure of his mouth on her nipple, but with the passing seconds, she could almost feel his sucking mouth and moving finger molding into a single delicious sensation. Without realizing it, she began pressing on his head, pushing his kissing lips lower.
Marty couldn't understand what his sister wanted, but let his head be pushed lower, brushing his lips against the softness of her belly. The book had said something about using his tongue to lick her flesh all over, so as his head moved lower along her body, he began lapping her soft skin. He could tell she liked it from her girlish little sighs.
Mary didn't realize what she was doing, but the feeling of his moving finger seemed to be merging more surely with his licking tongue. In fact, she could feel the tongue touching the flat, hairless space of her pubis, and she wriggled with delight.
Marty first realized where he was when he felt his thumb press against his chin. His face was almost between his sister's thighs. Gee! This was silly. He had to get away. But just as he was ready to pull his face away, he smelled the soft, delicate aroma wafting up from the seething hole into which he was pushing his finger. It was a brain-spinning aroma, heady and perfume-like, and he decided it was the nicest thing he had ever sniffed. Knowing it was the aroma of the inside of his baby sister made him love it even more.
Inhaling more strongly, he moved his face a little lower, slowly withdrawing his finger from inside her. He licked his finger, and decided it tasted good, very good indeed.
Mary felt something leave her when his finger pulled out. She wanted to cry out for him to put it back in, but knew she didn't dare. She didn't want to rouse her mother from the hot bath in which she was soaking. But she immediately gasped when she felt her brother's tongue lap its way back and forth across her pelvis, painting it with saliva. His lips kissed her soft, delicate flesh, and she felt more thrills eel their way into her. She could feel the licking tongue moving lower and lower. And then the tip of his tongue reached down and licked at her small, split pea-sized clitoris, making it a little harder.
"Ohhhhhhh Marrrrrtyyyyy...." she gasped. "That's wonderful."
Before she could get over the sensation of his probing tongue, he sank his full face between her small, white thighs, pressing his wide-open mouth to her simmering little gash. His nose and mouth eased between her sucking cuntlips, and his tongue licked up and down, dredging out the sweet stickiness. He sucked it all into his mouth, drinking it down as if it were honey from the comb of a bee. Then he slid his tongue into the chamber vacated by his finger. It felt as if it were sliding into a blistering, lava-filled urn. The burning sweetness began seeping into his mouth.
Mary was biting on her knuckles to keep herself from squealing out her pleasure. The thrills caused by her brother's slurping digit, roaming through her burning kiln, sponging up every bit of her natural syrup, was a thrilling, tantalizing tickle she had never realized was inside her. But the pressure of his tongue in her tight little virginal cunt felt so natural, she decided to say nothing, because she knew her brother was doing this for her own good.
Marty was enjoying himself. He had never thought he could come to like doing something like this. When he had read about it in the book, he had thought only crazy men would do things like this. But he wasn't crazy, he was doing it, and he was getting the biggest charge from doing it. He lapped like a starving pussycat at a saucer of milk, unable to get enough of the heavy, sticky ointment oozing from his sister's hot hole. Now he was the one who could understand things, like why she had been so avid to see him shoot his white fluid. The book had said females also shoot a fluid at the peak of their enjoyment, but it was more of the same fluid used to drench their inner channels.
His tongue scooped deeper and deeper into her steaming cunt, slurping out more and more quantities of the simmering, colorless ointment. He gorged himself with the sticky beverage, but was unable to satisfy his increasing thirst.
Mary's little-girl thighs were tightly wrapped around his head and face, locking his nose against the wet, creaming slit of her leaking vagina. His tongue was slurping in and out with the rapidity of a drill hammer. His tonguing made her ass start bouncing on the bed, and, fearful her bedsprings might start squeaking, Marty gripped his sister's small, round asscheeks with both hands, doing his best to hold her firmly in place. His fingers squeezed, feeling the firm, cushion-like flesh of her rounded buttocks as they yielded to his insistent touch.
For Marty, this was heaven. What his sister had done for him earlier had been wonderful, but to find himself thoroughly enjoying the bring of pleasure to her, as well, was even more wonderful. He couldn't believe drinking the juice from her split-purse of pussy could be so fabulous.
Did daddy do this to mommy? If not, he was not only robbing mommy of one of the most terrific feelings she would ever know, but he was robbing himself of all that tasty juice in mommy's pussy. Gee! Maybe mommy didn't have tasty juice inside her. Maybe Mary was the only one to taste this good. In any case, he was sure enjoying the taste of his kid sister's tight little cunt. The raw, liqueous center caressed his tongue again and again.
Mary felt her brother trying to push his face deeper, as if he was urging his tongue to press in and touch that one part of her she'd felt hurt when his finger had touched it. But his licking tongue just wasn't long enough. Even so, it didn't stop him from trying to get it in deeper. The lathered tongue licked in repeatedly, and his eyelids, eyebrows, cheeks and jaws were soaked with the stickiness she was continually emitting.
Marty's sole regret in this position was, his sister could no longer touch his erection, and it was so huge, so hard, it felt as if it would bore a hole in the mattress at any moment. He had to force the thought of it from his mind for the moment. The most important thing was the satisfying of his little sister. He wanted to go on eating at her narrow trough for as long as possible. Only the nagging thought that his mother might end her bath early, or his father might abruptly come home, prevented him from prolonging this even more.
His eyes saw the fleshy little bead of her clitoris and realized he had licked it a few moments ago, and she had gone wild. So he let his tongue swipe across it again, feeling her entire little body tighten, letting him know it was even more sensitive than her small nipples. Now he began rubbing the flat of his tongue abrasively against it, licking up and down, feeling her body bounce madly, her asscheeks slamming against the clutching palms of his hands. She humped her cunt wildly, keeping time with the way his tongue was pressing against her steaming split.
Mary felt her breathing become more and more ragged, and though she was insane about the way his tongue was pressing her sensitive little clit, she wished he had two tongues, so the other one could bury itself inside her tight, steaming little pit.
As if his mind could read his sister's thoughts, Marty slid a middle finger into her tight pussy while his tongue continued rasping against her ultra-sensitive clit. This made her buck all the more wildly, and he had to spread his fingers against her asscheeks to try controlling her. Doing so, made him discover her next erogenous zone. His other middle finger was pressing against her rectal pucker. Mary, totally caught up with what was being done to her, didn't even notice it at first. Abruptly, the middle finger was inside her anus up to the first knuckle. Her tight little anal pucker closed tightly around the intruding finger, refusing to let it go any deeper, but also preventing it from retreating. He began wiggling it about, forcing it deeper, making her buck even more madly as it sank in.
"Good, good, good," she whispered, humping her little vagina up and down even more swiftly, feeling the finger pushing in and out while his tongue lapped at her button-like clitoris. "That feels so good, Marty," she gasped, bouncing so that her ass, battering the lone hand still supporting it, slapped down so loudly she was afraid it would be heard down the block, and not just somewhere in the next room. But her brother was the only person, aside from herself, who could hear the noises.
His face sank deeper and deeper into her girlish slit, sucking and slurping. His knifing tongue sank deeper and deeper into her virginal channel along with his finger, rubbing all her tender walls at the same time. He licked her upper cuntal wall, then slid his tongue out to once again attack her trembling clitoris. The little girl writhed and twisted, sighing and groaning, not understanding everything happening to her, but loving it.
"Marty," she gasped. "Marty, Marty, Marty, I can feel something funny happening inside me. Oh gee, gee, it feels so ... unngghh...." and she clamped both hands over her mouth as she unleashed a high-pitched, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" that rang in her ears.
She was terrified the whole block had heard her, but looking down at the way her brother's hungry mouth was continuing to work at her little pussy, she realized no one other than herself had heard the scream.
His tongue flicked in and out of her, driving her more and more insane as one climax ended and another began, and soon her slight body felt a whole chain of mad orgasms charging through her. She went into a series of horizontal writhings, flinging her head back against her pillow and beating it back again and again. She bucked up and down repeatedly, twisting from side to side, her small, girlish thighs crushing his cheeks and jaws while his finger and tongue continued their work inside her.
Marty sensed his sister's need for more and more, and lanced his tongue through her female passageway all the more swiftly, bringing it out only to rub her tiny, swollen clitoris with even more pressure. He could feel it trying to reach toward him, and if it could have grown any larger, it would have done so. Her thighs were really applying pressure to his skull, and just when he thought they couldn't close any more tightly, he felt such shattering pressure on his cranium he thought the bone inside would shatter and splinter.
Her anal center had completely swallowed up his other finger, and her tensing body seemed to stretch itself out as the young cords in her thighs and neck stiffened. She was coming with more intensity than most grown women, but it was something she wouldn't know for a long, long time. Her vagina was spastically blasting one glob of pussy juice after another into his gaping mouth. Now he was finally starting to sate himself with the wonderful mead oozing from her internal tunnel.
And then her hands, gripping his hair, tugged hard, yanking his face from her seething trough.
"No more, Marty," she whispered. "I can't take what you're doing to me, anymore, I need a little rest."
"Golly, but you taste so fabulous," he muttered. "You taste better than ice cream"
He lay beside her, hearing her pant, and he felt his own cock throbbing wildly, stabbing circles into the air. It beat against his sister's naked thigh as she was recovering from her after-climax. She opened her eyes and saw it, hard, stiff, twitching, as if beckoning her to do something to help it.
Mary felt better than she had ever felt in her entire life. Now she understood how her brother had felt that afternoon, when she pulled on his cock and made him shoot all over the mirror. She recalled the scent of his sperm, remembering how she wanted to taste it. Gosh! If she tasted this good to her brother, he would probably taste just as good to her as Alvin. She had to suck his cock and find out.
"Marty," she whispered. "Mommy's going to be in that bathtub another half hour, at least."
"So?" he asked, still shivering from the need for satisfaction.
"Well ... you liked licking me down there so much, I kinda thought maybe, if you didn't mind too much, you'd let me suck on your stick. I mean, I'd love to taste the goo you shoot from there. It's so different from the stuff coming out of me. When I smelled it, this afternoon, I had this feeling to taste it. So how about it, huh? Can I suck on it until you shoot that white stuff again?"
"Gee, are you sure you really want to do that?" Marty asked.
"Golly, yes, Marty. That'd be super. I'll probably like sucking on it as much as you liked licking me."
"Heck, you'll never like it that much," he insisted. "You have the tastiest little cunt in the whole world."
"Well gosh, mine is the only one you've ever tasted," she teased. "Someday you'll find a girl whose cunt you'll find tastier than mine."
Mary was quick to learn. Once she heard a word applied to anything, she was aware of what the word meant, and as a result, felt no embarrassment in using the words. Alvin had called her pee-hole her cunt. From now on, she would call it a cunt.
"Hey," Marty assured her. "No girl in the world has a cunt like yours. Without my seeing any of them, I'm willing to bet yours is the best."
"Boy! Sucking on it, I'll really be able to look at it close up. Gee, will it get any longer?"
"I suppose, when I get older and taller. I mean, I take showers with daddy, and you should see the size of his cock. It must be three times bigger than mine."
"Really?" Mary squealed. "Oh I can't wait to see it."
"You know daddy," Marty told her. "He's funny about letting you look at him, or me look at mom, for that matter."
"I'll bet you could find a way for me to see daddy's cock," she said with a natural blithe innocence.
"We'll talk about daddy's cock later," he insisted. "Right now, mine is the one that needs attention."
"Okay," she agreed, sitting up. "Now you lay back on the bed like I did, before. I'm still not too sure about what to do, and if I start doing anything wrong, you just let me know, huh?"
Marty stretched out, face up on the bed, his thighs wide apart. Mary got up on her knees and stared at the throbbing young pecker. It looked different in the bedroom light than it had looked in the sunlight in the bathroom. She could still see the many veins winding their way around it, giving it a somewhat knotted look, but as she ran a finger up and down, she realized she couldn't feel the veins. The silky skin on the outside of the hard shaft was very smooth. Now, kneeling even closer, she could see the many wrinkles in his testicular sac. She slipped her palm under his balls and seemingly weighed them, watching the way they rolled around in their protective container of skin. Having blown her older brother, this time she knew what to do.
The crown on top of his staff looked like a cross between a soldier's helmet and a bell. She was able to see how really narrow the tiny slit in the tip was, and the oily seepage coming out seemed to slide all over the penile point, making it shine as Aerowax never would.
Approaching the hard cock slowly, she felt her heart starting to thud inside her. Gee, this was .nnmnmmmnmnmnmnmnmnmnmnmnmnmnmnmnmr really going to be fun. Without hesitation, she stuck her tongue out and let the tip rest right at the base on the underside, feeling the way his balls seemed to jump the moment she made contact. Oh yes, this was really going to be a lot of fun.
She began licking lightly, moving her tongue up the underside, then curling it around the shuddering staff, twining it around as much as possible. She made certain her lapping tongue didn't miss a single fraction of an inch. The solid phallus throbbed and vibrated, and the chilling sensations could be felt all the way down her throat.
She licked higher, getting closer and closer to the rim of the purple glans, tasting his colorless liquid for the first time. She liked the feeling of it, and let the fluid slickly slide down her throat. Enjoying everything about her brother's shuddering cock, she pursed her lips and kissed the point, sucking at it, letting the plum-like head pop out of her mouth again and again as her hand now gripped the burning staff. Oh wow! This was a lot more fun than simply pulling on it. She couls feel every beat, every throb, every quiver all the more certainly, and knowing what she was doing was the reason for all this trembling urged her to continue.
Her lips pressed more strongly around the violet dome, with her tongue licking the little slit again and again, sucking out more and more of the slippery ointment so she could enjoy the taste as she swallowed it. No wonder her brother had enjoyed licking her so much. She had emitted so much more fluid, and he had really been able to drink it all down.
Her tongue continued to lick the tip, doing it naturally, as if it was the right thing to do, making more oil seep out. And when her tongue pressed against the little knot where his glands joined the hard staff of his cock, it took all his willpower to keep from screaming out his enjoyment. Her lips encircled the fruit-like point, forming a hard, stretched ribbon of pliant flesh, sending sparkling, tantalizing excitement shooting through his entire body. The smooth abrasiveness of her teasing tongue sent a series of electrical sparks shocking their way through the tingling pores of his stiff cock.
There were practiced whores and fellatrices who could have taken lessons from the little girl. Her mouth did it all so naturally it would have been hard to believe this was the second time she had ever indulged in something so obscene.
Marty was feeling utter delight, but he wasn't the only one enjoying himself. His sister was literally drooling over the taste of his heated flesh cylinder, sucking it deeper and deeper into the tight, narrow confines of her little-girl mouth, sliding it back and forth against her tongue and palate while not allowing her teeth to touch it. The purple knob ran from the tip of her tongue right up against her throat and back again. She loved the rubbery porous sensation of his spongy dome. The soothing, sticky liquid oozing down her throat was better than any chocolate or strawberry syrup she had ever tasted. And as her head began moving lower and lower, she was able to feel the full length of her brother's heated phallus as it ramrodded its way against her young throat again and again. It was a good thing, and it was nice and long. She had the feeling he would have shoved the entire length of it down her throat had he been able to fit it in there. Each time her head bobbed down, it seemed to take in just a little more of his solid pecker, but it was never enough to cause her to choke. He was trying to ram it down her pharynx. He was long, but not too long.
Imagine feeling a choking cock in the depths of her throat. Gee! It could strangle her. It could cut off all her air. But if she had to die, what better way. Death was something totally alien to her tiny mind. She found it impossible to conceive of absolutes, whether it be death, infinity, eternity, or forever.
Her head pushed lower, and her lips kissed his hairless pelvis. She wasn't going to die, she wasn't even going to choke a little. The heavy, bloated prick in her mouth just wasn't long enough to make her uncomfortable. She continued bobbing her head, feeling a new, thrilling chill tickle her internally each time her head bobbed on the downstroke. She could feel the blunted point of his throbbing cock straining to touch the back of her throat, and because he seemed to want it so badly, she tried hard to force it deeper into her mouth, but it just wouldn't go.
Because she had pulled him off earlier, Marty no longer felt that uncontrollable, overpowering desire to shoot too quickly. Now he could really enjoy the sweet, warm, tight clutch of his sister's lips as her lusting mouth continued sucking. He was able to sense the enjoyment she was getting from all this, and knowing she was enjoying it as much as he had liked eating her allowed him to completely relax and thrill to the sensations caused by her tiny, sucking mouth.
His hard cock continued moving in and out, and each time he sank the flesh baton into her mouth he felt as if more and more of his soul was becoming a part of it. His entire being was concentrated totally in the throbbing extension of himself. Her delightful, narrow mouth was a natural sheath, a nirvana of fermenting enchantment; a cavern of total, felicitous, exotic eroticism.
And to Mary, her brother's seething prick was the complete distillation of fulfilling totality. She sucked with anxiety, tugging with her tongue and lips, now first allowing her small, even, white teeth to bite into his rigidity, wondering if she was really causing him any pain. And if so, did the pain enhance the pleasure for him, enlarging the overall delightful feeling coursing through her brother's shuddering body? Feeling the hard cock vacillate in her anxious, sucking mouth, she trembled with thrilling satisfaction. The shudders of his vellicating prong assured her he was enjoying everything she was doing to him.
Without realizing it, Marty put his hands on his sister's curly head, weaving his fingers into her brown locks, pushing her pretty head lower, preventing her from lifting her mouth as high up as she wished.
"Oh gosh! Oh gee! Oh wow! Golly! Golly! Golly! I never thought anything in the whole world could ... uhhhhhh ... feel this goooooooood...." he gasped, shivering with chilling delight because of what her lips and tongue were doing to him.
Her pretty, bobbing head plunged down again, sucking strongly, savoring the rich, delicious flavor of his thick meat. The oozing flood of colorless liquid filling her mouth coated her tongue and her palate, as well as the pulpy softness of her throat, making the plunging passage of his pistoning penis even smoother. And knowing she was making her brother feel good caused Mary to feel thrilled.
Remembering how his hands had cupped her buttocks, she now slid her palms under his asscheeks and began clenching them. Even as her small head, limited in its movements by the pressure of his hands, still continued bobbing up and down, up and down, she also recalled how his finger had made her feel good, pushing into her tiny asshole. So she moved her left hand, causing her own forefinger to press against the wrinkled brown entrance of her brother's tight rectum. The anal opening was dry, so she caused some saliva from her mouth to slide down his hard cock onto his pelvis while she was on the upstroke. She rubbed her forefinger in the spit again and again, continuing to let her drool seep down to his pelvis, drenching her finger and then applying the natural oral lubricant to the opening of his rectum. For a young girl she was quick and eager to learn everything.
Pressing the ball of her finger against his now, spit-wet anus, she pushed, and little by little her girlish forefinger began making its way into the dry tightness of her brother's asshole. It sank in ever deeper, and Marty began trembling, thrilling to the pressure in his rectum as his sister's head began wildly pistoning up and down on his throbbing cock.
Tiny pulsations flickering in the root of his hard prong made her aware he was ready to shoot another load. And this caused a minor climax to shake her own body. The pulsing of his stiff cock meant he was about to let her taste that nice-smelling white stuff. His entire body became as rigid as his throbbing cock, and he grabbed a pillow and clamped it over his face. Mary heard a muffled, " YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" rise from behind the pillow, and then the pulsing prick began spurting down her throat, shooting with even greater power than before, when they had been in the bathroom. Her mouth was suddenly flooded with the passionate juices of his surging body. He tasted better than Alvin.
Nothing in the world had ever tasted this good. It was liquid sugar combined with melted butter. And her mouth was filled with the hot, gushing fluid. It slowly slid down her throat, sliding along the full length of her tongue, allowing her to taste the wonderful, sweet, juicy fluid. Her throat was coated with its burning smoothness, a sweet, delicious treat she had never before known. Her palate, which had nearly been rubbed raw, felt the soothing warmth flood over it, and the rasping tongue felt the unguent coat it. The rewarding balm covered all the parts of her inflamed, raw throat, and where she had enjoyed performing the act of fellatio before, she was thrilled with the liquid reward she was receiving. In giving of herself, she was receiving as much pleasure as the feelings she had enjoyed when her brother had kissed her hot pussy. There was no question about it. Marty was the tastier brother.
At that moment, each realized how much closer they were to one another. And Mary decided she wanted to share this closeness with her parents, as well. This was all so wonderful.
CHAPTER FIVE
That night, Mary and Marty slept better than they had in all their young lives. The following morning, as they waited for the school bus, Mary said, "I've decided, I want daddy to do things with me, too."
"You have to be kidding," Marty whispered. "You know how straight dad is. He'll never agree to anything like that."
"After we got dressed, I sneaked into mom's room last night, and I got a good look at that book you told me about. There were a lot of big words in it I didn't understand, but I did understand about what the book called ... uhhhh ... inter ... inter ... welll ... inter-something-or-other. The book said it's also called fucking. I understand how it's done."
"Hey, are you saying you want me to fuck you?" Marty asked.
"Later, maybe. But I think daddy should go first. I mean, it's only fair. Besides, I think you should have your first fuck with mommy. I mean, you never have fucked, have you?"
"Heck, no!" he assured her. "I never did anything like that until yesterday, with you."
"Gee, I'm the first girl you ever did those things with? I feel so proud. But I think we can get daddy and mommy in on this, too."
"You're crazy," Marty snapped.
"No I'm not," Mary insisted. "You'll see."
"What makes you so sure you can get the folks to go along with us?" Marty asked.
"Well, we'll have to take them one at a time. And if I'm right, maybe I'll tell you all about it, afterward."
"Well gosh, we'll have to be real careful. You'll have to be extra careful. That white stuff that comes shooting out of dad and me could put a seed in you to start a baby growing."
"Gee, I know all about that. I read it in the book," Mary told him. "But I don't have any kind of period, yet. I read a woman has to have a bleeding period once every four weeks before she can start having babies. I'm still a little too small for that. So, for a little while, I can do it and not worry about anything."
"Why take any chances?" Marty asked.
"Because it's been a lot of fun, so far," she replied.
"So let's stick to what we've been doing. I mean, if we try conning dad or mom into this, they might get so angry, they'll even stop us from enjoying what we're doing now."
"Come on, Marty. It could all be a lot more fun. Besides, wouldn't you just love to fuck mommy?"
"Wellll ... sure, but still, I would rather fuck you than mommy. Mary, you're really a lot of fun."
"Well, after daddy fucks me, you can do it. Okay?"
"I'd still like to know what makes you so sure you can make daddy fuck you," he murmured so their mother, who was not too far away, couldn't hear them.
"It's a feeling I have," Mary replied. "You'll see?'
"When?"
"Tonight, after supper. Mommy goes out to one of her dopey clubs and she won't be back for a long time. Daddy'll be wasting time watching TV. And that's when I'll do it. You just watch. You'll see."
CHAPTER SIX
As Mary predicted, after supper, her mother took a quick shower,, then went off to a community club. The kids were alone in the house with their father.
Mary also took a quick shower. She let Marty watch her, knowing he enjoyed looking at her, but she insisted he keep his hands off. She had to be ready to handle their dad.
Putting on a robe, she went downstairs and noticed her father had poured himself a drink from a martini pitcher. He was watching a basketball game. She decided to cuddle up next to him, watching him sip his drink. When the glass was empty, she rose from the sofa, poured him another, then sat next to him again. Herb Schlatter, her father, absently drained the glass again, and once more she poured him a drink. Before an hour had gone by, he'd put six double martinis inside him.
Mary had watched her father drink these things many times before. Although he didn't usually go on benders, there were a few times when he did become tipsy, and he behaved very irrationally. Once he had started feeling up his wife in front of the kids. Another time he had even played with his daughter's body, rubbing her belly and her chest, though staying away from her pubic area. That had been three months ago, and though Mary hadn't understood what he had been trying to do, she had liked it. Now she had the feeling her daddy could be made to do more than merely rub her belly. She didn't know why, but she really believed that deep down, her daddy wanted to do things with her he already did with mommy. And now, she wanted him to do those things, so she kept on pouring martinis until the pitcher was empty. And daddy was very, very high.
Marty stood in the doorway, almost out of sight, watching his sister, wondering what she had in mind. She was only a ten-year-old, not even that. How could she hope to make their dad do anything?
When she saw her father was no longer completely in control of himself, Mary got up and turned off the TV set.
"Hey," her daddy asked. "I was watching."
"Daddy," she sweetly said to him, sitting on the couch next to him again, and cuddling beside him. "Can you tell me something?"
"Sure, kitten. What d'you want to know?"
"Daddy, every now and again, I hear these funny noises coming from your bedroom, at night. What is it you and mommy do in there?"
Wow! Marty thought. She's almost coming right to the point. Dad'll probably carry her up to her room and dump her in there. She'll be forced to come right home for a whole week after school, and it'll mean my being grounded, too.
"Now wait a minute, kitten," Herb Schlatter said to his daughter. "You're kind of young to be asking about things like that."
"Gosh, I'm not a baby anymore," Mary insisted, rubbing her tender little body against his arm and shoulder. "I'm a growing girl. I know about a lot of things."
"Yes, but there are certain things you're still too young to know about," Schlatter insisted.
"Like fucking?" Mary asked, displaying wide, brown, innocent eyes.
"Where'd you learn that word?" her father asked, surprised to hear it come from her little mouth.
"In school," she lied. "Kids use it all the time. In fact, I know all about it."
"What???" her father asked, astounded to hear her say such a thing.
"Sure. The girls tell me they watch their parents doing it all the time."
"Oh," Schlatter said, trying to regain control of himself. "And I suppose you want to watch mommy and me do it?"
"No," she smiled, shaking her head, rubbing her little body more strongly against her father's arm.
"Well that's a relief," he sighed.
"It's no fun learning about fucking watching other people do it," Mary insisted. "Daddy, I want you to fuck me."
"No!!!" her father almost bellowed. "Mary, I don't know where ... I cna't imagine how ... I mean, you had better stop this right now...."
"Daddy," Mary insisted, giving him her most innocent smile. "Every girl, every woman, gets fucked sooner or later. I've heard so much about it, I feel all funny inside. I hear fucking is the only way to get rid of this funny inside. And if you don't help me, I'll have to go somewhere else to get help."
"What are you talking about?" her father asked.
"Gosh, maybe I'll go next door one day and let eleven-year-old Peter Perkins do the job. I'll bet he could make me feel good."
"Now wait a minute...." Schlatter said to his little girl. "You can't do a thing like that. You know it's immoral."
"Oh daddy," Mary squealed, rubbing her body into his, sitting in his lap, making certain her robe was waist-high so her naked little buttocks could press into his lap. "Help me, please help me. You know you want to do it. You really do."
Wow! Marty thought, still watching. She's rubbing her naked ass against dad's thighs. With all those double martinis running through dad's body, shell drive him nuts.
Mary was writhing and wriggling in her father's lap, rubbing her asscheeks into him, and pressing her flat front against him, as well. When Schlatter tried shifting his little girl's body, she clung to him all the more tightly. And then, little Mary kissed him, her mouth wide open, her little tongue sliding between his lips while he seemed pinned against the back of the sofa, all shaken up by her tongue running across his teeth. And then she swung a leg back so her body was straddling his.
Sheesh! Marty grunted to himself. For a little kid, Mary sure knows how to work on dad.
Perhaps if he had been sober, Herb Schlatter would have simply lifted his daughter up, smacked her rump, and tossed her into her bedroom by herself. But aside from being more than tipsy, Schlatter had always felt that deep-down secret longing many fathers develop as they see their daughters grow up. Only Schlatter's was now out of control. He was doing his best to fight off the little seductress, but so far it was a losing battle. Deep down, he could feel the burning urge to grab his daughter, strip her naked, and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. God! Thinking about that little twat of hers, all hairless and tight and waiting for his cock added fuel to the fire of his internal torment.
Pulling his mouth from Mary's, Schlatter gasped, "Stop it, Mary. You don't know what the hell you're doing."
"I do, daddy," she whispered. "I do."
Untying her robe, she pulled down the top part, pulling her arms out of it, letting him see her bare, flat, girlish chest with the barely visible swells beneath her nipples. She grabbed his head and tugged it down, pressing her spiky titpoints into his face. When Schlatter attempted to lean back, away from her, she leaned forward, and he had to lift his hands to ward her off. But his hand pressed against her flat chest, and he could feel the hot, brad-shaped nipple burn into his palm as he attempted to push her off him. He should have pulled his hand back immediately, but he left it there too long, pressing hard against her aching little bosom.
Now Mary pulled off the rest of the robe and threw it off to the side. Her thin legs spread wider, moving over the arm of the sofa on one side, and digging deeper into the cushion on the other side. Her round, naked asscheeks rolled over his thighs again and again, and now he was fully conscious of her nakedness. His shuddering legs strove hard to remain closed, but Marty could see his father's ankles starting to open, and then his shins, and then his knees. He was unable to see the man's face becuase his sister's body covered it. But he could watch Mary's working, agile little hands. One of them still clung tenaciously to her father's neck, keeping his head pressed against her body, feeling his mouth slowly opening around her tiny nipple. The other hand reached behind her and was pulling down the zipper of her father's pants.
Marty knew his dad could feel what Mary was doing, and the fact that he wasn't trying to stop her told him Mary sure had their father figured right. His hard cock must have already been out of his underpants, because her hand had no trouble in pulling it out of his fly. And then her ass was sitting on it, trying to clutch it between her rubbery little cheeks. The huge, swollen head peeped out from between the cheeks of her tender, soft little ass. It was moving back and forth as Mary hunched herself up and down. First it was there, then it disappeared, only to reappear less than a second later.
Herb Schlatter was completely beyond resisting at this point. Marty, from where he was standing, watched his father move quickly, his heavy, hairy hands clenching the twin moons of Mary's ass. He was lifting her high up so his stolid cock could raise its own head and find the soft, tender pages of her open cuntlips.
Unable to stand still, Marty opened his own fly and yanked his throbbing cock out. The sight was too much for him, and he began wildly jerking on his cock, pulling, tugging, feeling unquenchable flames roar through him. What he was doing now would in no way satisfy him, but it would relieve the ache, a little.
"Daddy, daddy," Mary was crying out. "Do it to me. Put it into me. Please, please, do it, daddy."
"I'm too big," her father gasped. "I'll tear that tender little pussy of yours to shreds."
"Good, good, good," Mary insisted. "Do that. Tear me up inside. Tear me up good. Do it to me, daddy. Please, please."
Staring wide-eyed, his hand jerking wildly on his cock, Marty saw the mighty, swollen head of his father's cock start rubbing itself back and forth in the narrow wedge between his sister's small, tight labial flaps.
Mary clutched her father tightly, both hands on his shoulders as she felt the pressure of the thick cock dome. It was pushing between her inner labia now, widening them, and she could feel the heaviness. Golly! This was really something. Her wonderful daddy was going to give her the first fuck. What more could a girl want?
The upstanding, rigid pale was pressed solidly against her tight, shuddering twat-hole. Although she could feel her father aching to grip her shoulders and slam her down, she could see he was leaving it all up to her. So she slowly rotated her little body, basically because she felt the thrusting pike between her thighs would open her up a bit more easily if she kept corkscrewing while moving down.
"Uuunnnhhh!" she gasped, feeling the weighty head, as thick as a handball, start to push and part her vaginal lips.
Slowly she pressed herself down, and the swollen, purple head was halfway into her seething little wet hole. It hurt. It really hurt, and Mary wondered if she should wait until she was a little older. Lower, lower, lower, her body continued sinking on the flesh pylon, even as she wondered, seeing the strained thrills in her father's gasping face.
"Uurrgghh!" she yelped, feeling the entire head finally swallowed up behind her taut little pussylips. Gee! It seemed to really stretch her inner chamber, pressing the soft walls out, hurting her, yet thrilling her at the same time. The pressure of his spongy head on her nerve-filled inner walls was building a wild thrill into her. Somehow, some way, she had to have as much of her daddy's length inside her as would fit.
Marty, his eyes almost pulled from their sockets as he started, continued massaging his throbbing penis, feeling the heated sensations building in him. Boy! His sister had to be the most terrific girl of all time. God! Her tight little twat really could do things to a guy. He remembered the pressure it had exerted on his tongue and his finger, and he could imagine what it was doing to his father's thick prong. Sheesh! He could hardly wait to fit his own cock into her.
Herb Schlatter was going insane. He was fucking his little girl, and he was loving it. Her hot little cunt had to be tighter than a rubber band as it slowly engulfed his pulsing prick-head, and began moving further down. He was aware of the pain she had to be feeling, but he was beyond being able to do anything about it. He had to finish the job. God!!!
Mary was keeping all her weight on her arms and her ankles, pressing them down to keep her ass from sliding all the way down his pistoning pole. She could feel her father's lap wildly bounce as he anxiously tried pulling more and more of her tight twat onto his cock, the way one would fit a condom over it.
And then she froze. She could feel the buttressing head pressing against the thin tissue of her virginity. Merely touching it hurt, and as he continued letting her slide down, Schlatter knew it would only be a matter of micro-seconds before his daughter's maidenhead was ruptured for all time.
"Daddy, daddy," she cried. "It hurts."
"Only for a moment," he gasped, knowing he had to get through that barrier in a hurry. There was no question of his stopping now. He'd strangle anyone who stopped him. This was his beautiful little girl's cunt, and he was thrilling to the way it clung to him as he fucked into it. Nothing was going to stop him. Absolutely nothing. She was going to be royally humped.
His hands were gripping her waist, helping to support her, and now he eased his hold, letting her body's own weight tug her down. Snap! Just like that his hard cock was rending her delicate hymen to shreds, and she screamed once, "Ohhhhhh!"
Marty, still staring, was glad he wasn't the one to take his sister's virtue. She would always associate pleasant feelings with him. Seeing her wiggling ass bounce on her father's lap as red-stained lubricant started seeping out of her, soiling his pants, Marty still felt envious of his father and wished he could bury his hard cock in his sister's tight little cunt. Hell! Soon he'd be doing just that. And if she could get their dad to fuck her, then he should be able to convince their mom to give it to him. Yeah! Yeah!
Schlatter felt his thick cock rumble deeper and deeper into his daughter's tight little nookie. At one point he felt her cervix. His cock was much too thick to slide around it, so he had to be content with his heavy pole being buried in his daughter only up to two thirds of its length.
"Mary," he gasped. "Oh my little Mary, you're so wonderfully tight and wet, and slippery...."
"Oh yes, darling daddy," Mary gasped, feeling the pain slowly oozing out of her, even though her tender little interior was really stretched out by his pulsing prick. Her darling father's wonderful cock was inside her, and she knew it would bring her only the sheerest pleasure from this point on.
"Like it?" he asked, holding her in place, letting her tight interior slowly adjust to the thickness of his throbbing cock.
"Yes, daddy," she gasped. "I love it. It's so big and thick. I never dreamed it could fill me up like this. Gee! It's really super. So wonderful, so thick, so big and glorious, and filling me so full. Gosh! This is really nice. I think I can feel it all the way in my belly. Come on, daddy. Fuck me! Fuck me good! Fuck me hard."
"It's all yours, baby," he gasped. "Here's as much of your daddy's cock as you can hold. Ride it, dance on it, bounce up and down on it. Do whatever you want to with it. Right now, it's all yours to do with whatever your little heart desires."
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Mary gasped, slowly letting her body rise. She had brought her knees against the outside of her father's thighs to give herself more leverage.
"I'm really fucking you." Herb Schlatter gasped. "I'm stuffing my hard, long, thick cock into your tight, grasping nookie. I'm filling my beautiful little girl's squeezing cunt with my thick beefroll. Ohhhhh Godddd! You have such a sweet, tight nookie. I love it, I love it. Ohhhhh baby ... Marrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy...."
Mary felt her tiny bud-like nipples quiver as she bounced on her father's lap. The pain was still there, but it was fading. Soon it would be all gone, and there would be nothing but pleasure.
Marty was silently gasping as he watched how his sister's narrow pussy was so widely stretched by their father's plunging prick. The sight made him squeeze his own cock a little more tightly as his hand continued wildly yanking on his throbbing organ. The sight of that heavy prong sliding so easily in and out of his sister's narrowingress sent waves of blistering fire pouring through him.
Mary speeded up the motion of her rotating ass. Her daddy's fingers were dug deeply into her buns, pushing her up and pulling her down, knifing his weighty stiffness into her slurping little scabbard. His hairy balls had popped out of his fly, and they were bouncing up and down with each movement of Mary's little ass. The slushy sounds of his thrusting prick filled her ears with delight, and the pain was only a distant memory and would soon be forgotten altogether. The sucking sounds her walls made as they slurped along the length of his thrusting prick filled her with thrills many adult women never get to feel.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she chanted in a sing-song voice. "Keep stuffing me with our great big ... ugghhhh ... cock...."
"Yes, darling," he whispered, kissing her pretty lips and locking tongues with her for a moment. And then, when their mouths separated, he muttered, "Sweet Mary. I'm going to keep on fucking you. I'm going to screw you, hump you, lay you, ram you, and fill you with cock until you scream for me to stop."
"Daddy," she squealed. "We'll go on like this forever. I'll never want you to stop ... never."
"Oh wow! You have a great little cunt, my sweet, darling girl."
"I feel it, daddy," she gasped, tightening her hold on him. "I can really feel it. I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to ... uhhhhh ... come ... EEEEEEAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Schlatter grunted. "Come and come and come, because I'm gonna come too in a moment. You sweet, hot, juicy little bitch ... you're so wet and slick and slippery inside, and that rubbery ass of yours feels so good in my hands ... oh yeeeahhhh ... here comes daddy! AAAAARRRRRG-GGGGHHHHHAAAHHHH!"
Marty saw his father's testicles suddenly leap up and hang stickily against the crack of his pretty sister's pistoning buttocks. Then he saw the balls tighten and slowly slide down as the throbbing prick seemed to swell. He could see his dad was shooting a whole load of sperm into his sister's tender nookie, bloating her cunt with the hot, sticky, oozing sauce of his masculinity.
Marty began pulling even harder on his throbbing whang, feeling hot, hard, heavy pulsations from the underside tell him he was about to go off.
Turning, he saw an old floor vase his parents had owned since before he was born. He began spurting his hot seed into it, feeling the weight leave his balls, but not the frustration. He needed more than a solo handjob, and he needed it soon. God! Maybe his dad was finished with Mary, and he could grab her in the bedroom and make her suck him off.
Mary was lifting herself from her father's deflating penis, feeling it slide out of her. She saw the white sperm soaking into his pants, as well as the drops covering his shrinking cock-head. The penile point gleamed with the oil of his love for her, and when she touched her bare mound with her hand she could feel the white sauce smeared all over her pelvis.
Marty, who had returned to the doorway, figured Mary would move away from their father, but instead, the little girl stood up, pressing her hands on her father's head to help her keep her balance. Her feet were spread wide, and her pelvis was on a level with his face. She was shivering and tightening her hold in his hair as she said, "Daddy, it was so wonderful, I can still feel the way that heavy cock of yours moved through me. Gee, you're more than my daddy, now. You're my lover. Oh gosh! I can still feel little thrills coming through me."
"God!" Schlatter muttered. "I did it. I really did it. I fucked my own daughter. Christ! I shouldn't have, but just feeling that sweet little bare ass of yours made me lose all control."
"Daddy, you look so sad," Mary commented.
"I don't know," he shuddered, "I just feel like maybe I did something wrong. I don't know."
"How can you say that," Mary asked, squatting a little and rubbing her flat chest against her father's face while her hands ran through his hair. "Daddy, you did me a big favor. You made me feel good when I was all jumpy inside. I mean, if you didn't fuck me, who else would have been right? Gee, I want you to fuck me again and again and again ... a lot of times. I'll never get enough of that big, fat, juicy cock of yours. Come on, daddy. Show me you aren't sad. Love me more."
"I can't," he told her, shaking his head. "You've drained all the strength out of me."
"Well gee," she asked, standing straight again. "Isn't there something you can do for me?"
Her cunt was now just a little below the level of his eyes, and he could see the rich froth of come-juice he had pumped into it. Staring at it built new heat inside him, and even though his cock refused to respond, he felt himself starting to salivate. He felt the urge to suck her sweet little pussy, filled as it was with his own jism, and so he leaned forward and kissed her pelvis.
"Ooooooh, goody, goody," she squealed. "Do that, daddy. Kiss me there."
Marty stared, his breath rattling in his throat. His sister was a little vixen who never seemed satisfied. God! Their dad was going to gobble her little cunt. He watched as Mary slid forward, sliding his chin into her bare crotch, tickling her and making her writhe so his chin actually pressed into her sopping gash, getting flecks of white all over it.
Schlatter knew he no longer had control over himself. He was a slave to his daughter's cunt, and would be until she decided otherwise. He couldn't help himself. In spite of the thick, creamy sperm sloshing around inside her, mixed with tiny droplets of her virginal blood, he knew he was going to press his mouth deep into her vaginal cavity and lap it all out, sucking the ooze like juice from a sliced apricot. God! His daughter was so much like his wife, only a smaller, tighter version. Sonia was the only one in the world who had been able to keep him hot after he'd unloaded a packet of cock-juice into her. That was why he'd married her. He still fooled around a little on the outside, but none of the women had ever measured up to his wife. But his daughter was growing up to be a carbon copy of Sonia. He found himself totally helpless in her tiny hands.
He would be drinking up his own sperm, his daughter's hymeneal wine, and the other spicy flavors in her pussy, and yet he found himself anxious to do so. Maybe he was crazy, but he felt this over powering urge to sink his tongue where his cock had only recently buried itself.
Marty found this crazy. Christ! If only mom was home, or if he could even raise another erection. But he couldn't, no matter how hard he tugged on his cock, and no matter how much he squeezed his own balls. Geez! This was really something. When he got a little older, he hoped he would have a little more stamina than his father.
He couldn't see his dad's face, or actually see the man's tongue reaching for Mary's pussy, but he could stare at his sister's round, neatly halved buttocks, seeing the muscles in those cheeks tighten and loosen as the ass-flesh rolled. He could see the young girl bucking and twisting, turning and shivering. And he could hear the loud slurping sounds.
"Suck it, daddy," Mary urged. "Stick that hot tongue all the way up inside me, just like you did with your wonderful cock. Scoop it all out of me and drink it, daddy. Oooooh, yes, yes, yes, more of that," she crooned as his tongue found her vibrating little clitoris and began lapping it again and again, as if trying to suck it from her body. "More, more, more," she giggled. "Keep doing it with your tongue ... yes ... yes ... yes ... harder ... now suck it with your lips ... pull on it ... ohhhhhhh ... daddy, shove your wonderful face into my cunt and just eat like mad...."
Mary's buttocks humped forward again and again. She shook and trembled each time she hunched forward, her hands gripping her father's ears and tugging his face savagely into her seething pussy. She screwed her flaming hole against his plunging tongue, and rocked back and forth against his teeth.
"Wow! What a kid, Marty thought, still squeezing his balls, trying to make his cock grow again so he could jerk off again.
He could see his father's limp whang bouncing up and down, flopping all over the place as the girl continued rubbing her pussy into her father's face. Mary had her dad totally dominated, having literally conquered him, making him not only suck her pussy dry, but love every last little bit of it.
Her ass was wildly swinging from side to side, and as he leaned forward, her legs now dangled over his shoulders. She thrust her rotating ass against the palms of his hands for balance.
"Good ... good ... good...." she gasped. "That's the way to do it, daddy. Keep on doing it ... fuck me with that tongue just the way you fucked me with your fat old cock. I know you love ... uhhhhh ... the taste of that hot juice ... because I can smell how pungent it is ... and I wish I could drink it. Suck harder, daddy. Swallow all of it ... uhhhhh ... you wonderful, mouthloving, pussy-sucking daddy ... ooooooh ... I'm going to come again ... I'm going to come ... unnnnhhhh ... AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH....EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHHH ... OHHHHHHH ... HAAAAARRRRRGGG-GGHHHHH...."
The hot lubrication came flooding from her body, splashing into his working mouth, soaking his cheeks, eyebrows, forehead, and hair. Her asshole tightened as her cheeks closed around it and she threw her cunt forward into her daddy's face again and again.
Mary seemed content after that, and when she was certain her father had dredged every last drop out of her, she finally slid off his shoulders, and fell back down into his lap.
"Jesus!" Herb Schlatter gasped. "I have to go and change before your mother gets home. We wouldn't want her to find me like this."
He never even noticed his son as he hurried by the boy and ran upstairs to his bedroom. But Mary did, and smiled, saying, "See! I told you daddy would fuck me."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sonia Schlatter was warm and snug in her bed. The previous evening, when she was supposed to be at some community project, she and the head of the project, one San Spielman, sneaked off to a motel together and made sparks fly. It wasn't that Sonia enjoyed being an unfaithful wife, but what her husband had to offer was too little. He was good for one shot, and then he was through. Sonia needed more loving than that.
That morning, just before her husband got out of bed, he had raised one hell of a stiff cock and he had stuffed it into her while she'd been half-asleep. Even so, she'd had an orgasm, and now, while he was in the bathroom taking a shower, she was wishing he would fuck her at least one more time. Knowing he would probably be incapable of doing so, she allowed herself to drift off into the never-never-land of dozing. She felt good, enjoying the fresh, sticky sperm of her husband mingling with the jism of her lover from the previous night. Her husband's was running out and down her thighs.
She slept on, purring in the darkness of their bedroom. The curtains were closed to keep the early morning light out. And she found herself dreaming of the way Sam Spielman had fumblingly caressed her body. Spielman was a short man, and he had a smaller cock than her husband's, but it seemed to stand up a lot longer. Ohhhhh ... it was so hard and nice and solid. She dreamed of the way he had pressed it lightly and delectably against her buns. In her sleep she shifted her ass, as if to make it easier for her dream-lover to insert his cock into her. It slid between her thighs, nestling flatly against the pouting lips of her soft labia. She imagined the cock pressing softly against her vulva, the length of it flatly pressed along the full length of her sobbing cuntlips, and she writhed with delectable sensation, pressing against it and forcing her buttocks back even more.
Mmmmm! It was good, really good. Sonia was really enjoying this dream. The hard phallus was prodding her soft vagina, the swollen, dome-like head trying to find the entrance to her heavenly furrow.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes," she muttered in her sleep, pressing her face deeper into the pillows under her head.
She shivered feeling tender fingers caress her asscheeks, and then wriggled as the fingers moved up to her waist, one hand lithely sliding around front and filling itself with her left breast, stroking the nipple with its palm. The fingers pulled and stretched her already erect nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger again and again, making Sonia really sigh.
Though thirty four years old, Sonia had the body of a female in her early twenties. True, her hair was bleached, but other than that, everything else about her was real. She had a beautiful sensuousness that made men hunger for her. Yet, except for an occasional indiscretion, like the one she had enjoyed last night, Sonia Schlatter was a woman many men dreamed about, but almost none could make. Sonia was smart about the men she chose as lovers. None of them looked like adonises, nor did they create the impression of chasing her. But once she was certain of their discretion, she turned each one into an ardent lover and suitor. There had been a total of four lovers in her life, other than her husband. But no one would have guessed it, because in public, she was the very model of virtue. She had a long, lithe, pillarly body, looking as if it had been molded of some bleached clay by some god who insisted on perfection. Her white skin shone with cleanliness, and her supple limbs appeared to have been created by the caress of the west wind.
The knob of the hard cock of which she was dreaming pushed more insistently at the hot lips of her creaming cunt. Sonia felt the spongy thrill of it as it moved, and she wiggled a little, trying to help it fit into her. She could use one more screwing, even though her husband had already done a fabulous job, earlier. Something seemed to have gotten him steamed up. Sonia couldn't begin to guess what it was. But he had fucked her more ardently than he had for a long, long time.
Suddenly the dream cock was sliding into the tight confines of her come-wet vagina. Oh God! No cock in real life had ever felt this good. It was slim, yet solid, and it moved into her with a natural ease no other cock had ever attained, not even that of her husband. Lovely, lovely, lovely. One hand now gripped her breast tightly, and another hand was pressing flatly on her belly. This was some dream. She felt him tug on her stomach until her full, round ass was pressed tightly up against him. He was grinding his hard cock deeper and deeper, slamming it all the way into her at once. She even felt his wonderful balls against the tender clit protruding from the small membrane at the apex of her inner vaginal lips. God! Those hairless balls were really dreamy.
And then Sonia realized she wasn't asleep any longer. She was only partly awake, but the hard cock in her tight cunt wasn't something imaginary. Well, maybe her husband had been able to get it up again, after all, and he was coming back for seconds. This was a pleasant surprise.
And yet, everything felt so different. All the heavy breathing, the grunting and the groaning each time Herb had filled her cunt with his cock just wasn't there. There was a strange, different feel to his throbbing staff. God! She sensed a voracious hunger in it as it reached into her. It didn't reach quite as far into her cuntal scabbard as she recalled. It didn't even reach in as far as Sam Spielman's cock. And it wasn't nearly as thick, even though her vaginal walls compensated by closing all the more tightly around it.
His hard cock was all the way into her now, and it was moving back, sliding out almost to the sensitive rim of the bloated corona. Then it strongly thrust back into her, shivering as it was surrounded by the squeezing, clinging wetness of her sperm-soaked pussy walls. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, the thick head kept working back and forth, thrusting, reaching, seeking, and Sonia moaned into her pillow, not wanting to disturb the rest of the household. Her two children would still be asleep. It was too early for them to go off to school. She didn't want them waking up to the sounds of her orgasmic moans.
But everything felt so different, so odd, so strange. Real or a dream, her husband's cock should feel entirely different. God! It felt so ... unusual. Hell! After all these years she should have been able to recognize the thrust of her husband's solid cock, knowing the length, the breadth, and the weight of it as it slid in and out of her all those times. God! She'd been fucked by that cock awake, asleep, in bed, on the floor, in the shower, and in a multitude of different places.
Her eyes popped open, but the thrusting motion of the pounding phallus didn't stop. Her tingling clitoris continued to swell with desire, stimulated by the silken-fleshed hardness of the rummaging prick moving in and out of her body. It kept slamming into her, as if trying to reach for something.
She was wide awake now, and the hard cock moving through her vaginal pathway was doing one helluva job, lunging and slamming. Burning breath was tickling the back of her neck where her bleached hair had fallen aside, and the hands were clutching her all the more tightly, desperately pressing on her belly and squeezing her tit. She could feel his pubis surging against her asscheeks as her lover continued burying and reburying his steampole, driving impossibly deeper into her swampy depths.
"Herb," she whispered. "Herb, are you crazy? You'll be late for work. Since when have you been able to raise a hard-on twice in the same hour?"
Then the wild rhythm of the heavy fucking really got to her, and her tingling clitoris began wildly vellicating as the sweet, hot thrilling feeling began building in her inner vaginal center. Reaching between her thighs, Sonia grabbed for the balls, rolling her buttocks to make it all that much more enjoyable for the both of them.
Her fingers closed around the wrinkled, hairless sac, and suddenly Sonia recoiled, stiffening with shock. These weren't Herb's balls. For a brief instant she wondered if she was still in the motel room, but these weren't Spielman's balls, either. Sam Spielman, with a shorter, thinner cock than her husband, had a larger, more doughy mass of testicles. The nuts she was feeling were tight, wrinkled, and small, very small. They belonged to a boy.
The slender cock slamming into her tight, wet, sucking cavern, was now bringing her to the edge of a climax, and though she was shocked and astounded, she could feel it was going to be one helluva climax. She was rising higher and higher while the good feeling spread from her inner vaginal cavern through her entire groin, up into her quivering belly, then burning its way through the rest of her, making her muscles tauten in thrilling rapture.
"Uhhhhh ... annnnhhhh...." the voice behind her gasped, as hot breath pressed against her throat. "I'M ... UHHHHHHHH ... GOIIIINNNGGGG ... TOOOOOOOOOO ... UUUUNNNNHHHH ... COMMMMMME ... AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
And as the first spurting of hot sperm blasted itself wetly and blisteringly into tightness of her squishy cunt, Sonia Schlatter recognized the whispering voice. She knew it as clearly as she knew that of her husband, and one hellofa lot better than she knew Sam Spielman's voice.
My God! she thought to herself. Is it possible?
But even as she thought it, she closed her mind to it. Her vagina drank thirstily, sucking up the masculine fluid pouring into her. Even as her reeling brain attempted to deny the sensation, knowing who was fucking her, her insistent body drew every last little bit of fiery sensation from the moving spurting cock. Her own climax hit hard, very hard, wracking her.
Turning her head, she looked back over her shoulder and realized it was Marty who, completely out of control, had fired a premature ejaculation into her seething pussy.
"Marty," she gasped, not quite able to accept what had happened in spite of the fact that her body reveled in it. "What have you DONE? My God! How could you even think...."
"Quiet, MA," he whispered. "Dad is still in the bathroom. You don't want him to hear us."
Heart pounding madly, her pulses in her throat and temples racing out of control, Sonia could hear the shower still running in their private bathroom.
"I couldn't help it," he explained. "God, mom! You're the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I've been dying to do this as long as I can remember. Only I never had the guts to do it until now."
"But I'm your mother," she gasped, feeling his cock starting to go limp. "How could you do something like this to me?"
"Love ... mom. It was love that made me do it.
Golly! I love you just as much as dad. And I've been wanting this for so long. You like it, didn't you, mom? Tell me. Tell me the truth."
Good God! This was all so impossible, and the more she thought of it, the more it frightened her. Sonia Schlatter had felt her son spurt a heavy blast into her and yes ... she had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed every second of it. Even if his cock was shorter and thinner than any other cock she had felt inside her, she had enjoyed it immensely. In fact, the more her mind dwelled on the pernicious deed, the more she believed she enjoyed it.
"Ma," Marty was whispering. "Answer me, please, huh."
His hand reached around and cupped her crotch as his shriveled cock fell out of her. He slid a finger into her slavering slit as he whispered, "I don't care about most other girls, ma. You're the one I've always really wanted to fuck. Golly! I'm as much in love with you as any grown-up man."
"You know better than this," she whispered. "We can't do things like this."
"But I've already done it," Marty whispered, his lips burning her ear as the shower in the bathroom suddenly turned off. His fingers were rubbing his mother's clitoris now, massaging the oversensitive organ, making her madly writhe against his flabby penis. Her asscheeks made him feel hot all over again, but it was too soon for his cock to start rising.
"Marty, if your father were to ever find out about this, he'd beat you silly," Sonia whispered to her son.
"No he wouldn't," Marty answered. "Pa's been screwing Mary, and I know it."
"What???" Sonia snapped, almost raising her voice. "How can you dare accuse your father of such a thing?"
"If you saw it for yourself, would you believe it?" Marty asked.
"What are you talking about," his mother angrily whispered, irate that her husband might be unfaithful to her with their daughter. What had happened between Marty and herself had occurred with no prompting from herself, and it was even over before she was aware of the wonderfully incestuous obscenity she had committed. Still, to think their daughter might be fucking for Herb. Why the entire idea was intolerable ... or was it. Herb's screwing of her this morning might have been prompted by his lust for Mary. He had become more virile, thinking of his daughter. And if that was the case, then let Herb screw Mary to his heart's content. This way, she would not only have her husband fucking her a bit more often, but Sonia would also be able to enjoy her son's cock without her conscience pricking her.
Aloud, she said, "I don't believe it, Marty."
"Mom," he whispered, "Why do you think I risked coming in here this morning of all mornings?"
"What are you talking about," Sonia wanted to know.
"Mary woke me up this morning. She said daddy had come to her. He had just finished fucking you, but his cock was so hard, it wouldn't go down. He said he was going to take a shower, and if it was still hard, he wanted Mary to make the swelling go down. I thought this would be the best way to wake you and tell you."
By God! If her son was right, she'd let the boy ball her every which way in the future. He had the smoothest, most tantalizing cock she had ever felt. She wouldn't have to go looking for prick on the outside, from now on. It was right here in the house. She was sick of the idea of right or wrong. Her son's cock had felt damned good, and any excuse she could find to justify letting him continue jazzing her would be fine as far as she was concerned.
When the bathroom door .opened, Marty lay directly behind his mother's curving body, hidden from his father's sight. The man came into the room and took one glance at his wife, who was feigning sleep at this point, then carrying his clothes, he naked walked out of the room.
"See," Marty whispered. "When has dad ever acted this way before?"
"Well let's just go and see," Sonia whispered.
As she got out of bed, Sonia felt her nightgown fall down around her. She also felt the delicious seepage of three different semen deposits sliding out of her frothing cunt, and slithering down her inner thighs.
Marty, who was totally naked, stayed behind his mother, following her to Mary's room. The door had been closed, but a moment later it popped open. Mary, knowing her brother would be watching, had slid out of bed as her father sat his naked body in the lone chair in her room. She had gone to the door, pretending to make certain it was closed and locked, but in reality she had unlocked it and opened it a little. Now Sonia could peer into the dim room, whose only light came from the sun shining against the drawn white shade, inside.
Mary, totally naked, pranced over to where her father was sitting. Her daddy reached out, caught her slender little wrist, and pulled her into his lap. She looped her arms around his neck, pressed her flat breasts into his hairy chest, then tilted her girlish mouth up to his, hungry for his man-kisses. Her small, sparrow-like tongue searched the moist cave of his mouth, trying to urge out his thick, swollen oral digit.
Careful, Herb Schlatter thought to himself. Have to move carefully. This is my beautiful baby daughter, and I mustn't move too quickly and frighten her.
Slowly, her tongue licked his, touching all his teeth, tickling his gums. And then she carefully pulled her mouth away from her daddy's, whispering, "Gee, daddy. You taste so minty and fresh and good."
Sonia stared, unable to believe what she was seeing. Not only was her husband feeling her daughter all around, kissing her as he would an adult woman, but Mary was encouraging it. She watched as her daughter's tongue stuck out and licked her father's lips. In the meantime, one of Herb's hands was moving along the unshaped calf of his naked daughter's leg up to the sensuous back of her little knee. The silken smoothness of her youthful warmth was a heady stimulant to his vibrantly aroused senses. His carnal lust for her was plainly visible in the swollen cock peeking out from under her seated ass as she sat sideways in her father's lap.
Sonia felt her son's heated breath on her hair as he moved her head aside so he could watch, too. She also felt his hands roaming all over her body, raising her nightgown. She didn't attempt to stop him. Her conscience was in no way bothered by what he was attempting to do at this point. But her body felt disappointed when he rubbed his cock against her ass and she felt it was still small. Her son was like his father in needing a long time to recover between orgasms.
Mary snuggled closely against her father's chest, thrilling to the way he was softly massaging her inner thighs. She felt her father shudder when her fingers reached behind her and caressed the bulb of his cockdome. She smiled, kissing him in her little girl way as her thumb ran over the soaking glans again and again. Then her forefinger began following its rigid length until her own buttocks got in the way. Shifting, she let her finger continue tracing the lengthy spear right down to his scrotal sac, making him grunt just the littlest bit.
"You sweet little girl, he whispered to her. "I'm going to throw a really wild fuck into that tight little twat of yours."
He was clutching her very tightly against his body, running his hand over her rounded asscheeks again and again. His mouth kissed hers, and he felt her lips parting to welcome in his tongue, eagerly sucking it with her own as his hands wandered possessively over the rest of her. He touched her flat thighs and hips, then massaged her waist with its pudgy babyfat, then let his thumbs wander up over her nipples, teasing them while his other fingers held her tightly against him. He tenderly caressed her delightful, compact loveliness.
Sonia watched, feeling she should be ashamed of her husband and her daughter, but she wasn't. She was on fire, watching what they were doing, and she was wishing she could burst into the room with her son and make it a foursome. As it was, she was thrilling to Marty's hands making her body tingle again and again as they wandered across her full breasts and rummaged between her parted thighs, touching the wealth of pink, hair-lined meatfolds there.
Mary, totally shameless about what she was doing with her father, had jumped up from his lap and was parading her little naked body back and forth in front of him.
Golly! It was all so wonderful to her. Each time she was with her daddy or her brother seemed so totally different from all the other times. There didn't seem to be anything boring or repetitive in what they were doing. Each instance was something totally new.
Herb Schlatter watched his young daughter parade before him. He checked the little clock on her dresser and decided he still had some time. He had purposely gotten up three quarters of an hour earlier this morning, just so he could dally with his little girl. He really wasn't too worried about Sonia, his wife, discovering anything. He had fucked her solidly just before getting out of bed, using a piss-hard-on, making her come, wildly. God! She had really been ready for his cock, too. He couldn't recall when the inside of her cunt had felt so delightfully slimy. But the best part of it was she'd had one hell of an orgasm, and she was so tired, she'd gone right back to sleep after he'd popped a small load into her. But it had hardly been satisfactory, and after taking care of his morning ablutions, he had hurried to his daughter's room, knowing his wife was likely to go on sleeping. Nothing but another cock would awaken her, and it never occurred to him his son's might be just the one to do it. As far as Herb Schlatter was concerned, his son was fast asleep in his own bedroom, and wouldn't awaken for at least another half hour. He had no idea both wife and son were observing him at that very moment.
Wanting to tease her daddy some more, Mary began doing bending exercises with her back to him, letting him see her asscheeks, shining like two pale pink apples. The rounded spheres of her bum caused mad sensations to agitate his belly and cock as he stared at the pink slash between her thighs each time she bent over all the way. He also stared at the tight crevice between her buttocks and knew he would love to fuck the little girl's asshole as well, but restrained himself. To do that might cause more discomfort than she would be willing to silently endure, and he didn't want her screaming or crying.
Mary turned and slowly began walking toward her daddy. She loved the way his eyes seemed to swell as he stared at her luscious, quivering little tender body. He stared at her small, chubby little thighs for awhile, then his eyes came up and stared at her flat chest, noting her nipples were fully extended. He also saw the swellings of breastflesh seemingly expand just the littlest bit more. It was either that, or the room shadows made the pouting breasts look as if they had grown a little. Her curly brown hair was always up, away from the rest of her body, letting him get the full view of her girlish shoulders and throat. His eyes shifted again, dropping to her rounded belly, seeing the way her tiny navel seemed to wink at him, just as her asshole had done when she'd been bending over, before.
"Okay, baby," he whispered. "No more teasing.
Enough is enough."
Mary's eyes shone with delight, knowing she had been able to keep her wonderful daddy so aroused. And to think, she was so young. How would she be when she got older?
Perhaps the only thing making her sad was her desire to have let her brother fuck her this morning. But when her daddy had awakened her, she knew she couldn't refuse him and then explain why. This was why she had awakened Marty, once her daddy had gone into his bathroom. She had to let him know she couldn't fuck for him that morning. And so Marty had sneaked into his parents' bedroom and had fucked his mom, secretly happy she was the one with whom he had lost his own virginity.
"Not yet, daddy," Mary whispered, and as her brother and mother continued looking on, Mary slowly sank to her knees where her father was sitting. Her soft, girlish hands reached out and began cupping his cock and balls, caressing them, making the swollen penis leak more lubrication as her hand fluttered across its length again and again.
"Princess, if you keep this up much longer, I'm going to shoot into your pretty face," Schlatter gasped, writhing under his daughter's delicate touch.
"Honest?" she asked, only partially amazed at his statement.
She was a provocative female, no matter what her age. She had become fully aware of the effect she was having on her dear daddy, and she loved every bit of it.
"Honey," he gasped, "if you keep doing that, my cockll just blow up," he warned.
Her fingers played with the head, her thumb squeezing out some of the heavy, viscid fluid from his slit, then rubbing it all over the head, making it shine.
"Oh no, daddy," Mary all but whispered. "This wonderful, hard, strong cock of yours wouldn't dc a thing like that to me. I mean, it's a part of you and just as you love me, it loves me, and always wants to keep me happy and content."
Schlatter's reeling mind was on cloud nine, and from that lofty perch he looked down and stared at the wonderful sight of his daughter's little white hand teasingly pulling and yanking on his shuddering rod, drawing the soft outer flesh up and down over the thick, purple glans. He knew what she was going to do, even though he had never prompted her. As far as he was concerned, whatever she did with him at this point was instinctive, since he was certain his sweet little girl had never done anything like this with anyone else.
Trembling with anticipation, he stared with wide-open eyes as she leaned forward, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to lick all the shiny moisture from his shuddering penile cap. He gasped and reached forward, letting his hands rest on her bare, soft shoulders, his palms cupping each one as if it were a breast, feeling the solid, pulsating nipples of imagination press his palms again and again. Her head was moving lower, and her lips were formed into a pink O as they slid over his pulsating glans like a soft hood.
Her sweet, warm, tantalizing mouth continued sinking lower and lower, absorbing his pulsating pecker into the hot, receptive envelope of her sucking mouth. Her little tongue whipped the stolid stanchion again and again. Her tongue was like that of an adder, lashing and working against the thick, heavy, veined flesh, working in so tantalizing a manner Herb Schlatter thought he would pop his load then and there. Her mouth kept going until more than half his hard penis was locked between her lips, and then she felt the rubbery bluntness of his cap touch the back of her throat. Any deeper, and the hard cock would be pushing into her tiny esophagus, and Mary knew her throat just wasn't capable of handling something this broad. Little by little she began raising her head, her tightly ovaled lips sucking their pleasurable road right up to the top of his throbbing tip. Her tongue dug right into the tiny slit the moment it got up to where it could do so.
Oh Jesus! If she kept this up, he would shoot the whole ball of wax down her little throat.
"Wait ... wait ... wait!" he gasped, tugging her mouth off his solid cock, then getting to his feet, afraid if he remained seated there much longer, she would try teasing him with her lips, and he would finally lose that last little bit of control he was struggling to maintain. "Honey, honey, you've really got the oil boiling inside me. Now relax a little. We don't want it spilling out ahead of time."
Mary giggled like the little girl she was, then walked over to her unmade bed, spread out on it, and beckoned to her daddy. As he approached, she rolled onto her side, and he lay down beside her, his mouth once again seeking hers as he ran his fingers over her soft, girlish flesh in a tantalizing way all his own. He ran the ball of his forefinger over one nipple, then another, still wishing her breasts had grown enough so he could cup them with his hand instead of having to use his fingers. He traced the pointed nipple with its soft halo of firm, pinkish-brown flesh. He could feel the quivering of her tender extension, and it made him even hotter for her young body.
Sonia stared, unable to believe how wanton her little girl had become. Now she was glad her son was fondling her, feeling no guilt pangs at all about his fingers running over her firm body again and again. Her full asscheeks could feel his youthful cock was still soft, but she was no longer worried. It would eventually harden, and when it did, she would fuck the boy like there was no tomorrow.
She should have felt strong anger to see her husband involved with their daughter this way. Instead, she felt jealousy, angry the girl could keep his cock hard when she, his wife, was unable to do that. Well, hell! She'd get Marty's cock up again, but not here and now. Let him go on feeling her up. She'd handle Marty once Herb was gone.
Mary raised one chubby thigh over that of her father's, her arms embracing his neck like a horse collar, and he pressed hard, pushing her naked little body against the wall behind her. His pulsating phallus flattened against the silken smoothness of her bare mons and rounded little belly. She gasped like an adult woman, clinging tightly to him, one small hand letting its fingers tickle their way down his back, trying to press her small nipples into his hairy chest until they dug in like pebbles.
"Oh daddy, daddy," she gasped. "You're so wonderful. I love you so much. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me good. Fuck me just the way you fuck mommy."
"I couldn't do that," her father whispered, kissing her eyes. "I'd rip you apart, inside. I'd hurt you. I would never want to do that."
"Because you love me, daddy?"
"Yes, baby, because I love you."
"Then prove it, daddy. Fuck me like you really mean it. Last night, you made me do almost all the work. Today, you do the work, and stick that cock as far into me as it'll go, and fuck and fuck and fuck."
"Baby, please...."
"Daddy, I want to feel how it is when you ram that fat ding-dong into me. I want to enjoy it drilling as far as it can go. Gee whiz, daddy, I'm entitled to it," she insisted, reaching her little hand between their bodies and tightly gripping his cock.
She moved it up and down between her girlish labia, aching to feel it plunge into her again, as it had done the previous night. There was still a little soreness inside her from the way he had fucked her, but she didn't even think about it. She wanted that wonderful cock probing all the way into her. The swollen, minaret-like head pushed between the wet, sopping inner lips of her anxious vagina, and then she shoved it a little deeper before removing her hand and gripping his hips to start pulling him into her.
Sonia stared, feeling her son's tongue licking along her spine. The boy was lapping between her asscheeks, digging at her tingling asshole, driving her wild. It took all her willpower to keep her ass steady as the boy lapped there. His tongue ran up and down through the narrow crevice of her asscrack, building insane tingles in her. In his own way, the boy was every bit as much of an artist as his father. She loved to feel the wet oral extension slide up and down, stopping only to lance into the tightness beyond her sphincter. God! For such a young boy he really knew how to do things. In his own way, he was as good as ... his sister.
"Now, daddy, now," Mary was whispering. "Fuck that stiff, hard cock into me ... as far in as it'll go ... ohhhhhh ... yesssss ... just like that, dear daddy, just like that ... oooooooh ... deeper, deeper, I can ... uuunnnggghhh ... take more ... more ... all the way up into my belly, daddy ... all the way up ... aaannnhhh ... it's so wonderfully thick ... ooooooohhhhhnnnhhhh ... come on, daddy...." she urged, her hand reaching between her thighs and seeking his heavy, hairy balls...."Uhhhhhh ... okay ... okay . ... "
He was as far in as he could fit, and the pressure of her tight, seething, burning vagina around his cock was once again driving him to the brink of madness. She was one female in a million, and she had to be his daughter. Well Herb Schlatter wasn't going to let that stop him. He loved her too much not to fuck her, now that he could thrill to what she was doing to him.
She was still beside him, clinging to him, moaning softly amazed that her tight vaginal tract seemed even narrower today than it had the previous night, when he had fucked her cherry out of her. The squeezing pressure around his lust-bloated, solid, almost stone-like pike was becoming nearly painful for him. He'd had no idea the little girl could learn vaginal muscle control so quickly. She was amazing. The pressure made him groan.
Sonia felt her son's tongue move lower as she stood there, staring. He was lapping into her pussy, drinking out the secretions of three males, and he was lapping greedily, thinking all the sperm was his, believing he had gushered more semen into her than the combined efforts of the United States Army. As his tongue slid back and forth in her steaming vaginal trough, Sonia thrilled to the slickness of it. The boy was a born master of the tongue. He used his mouth with a superb expertise. But she couldn't get over her daughter's innate abilities to accept Herb's cock at her tender age.
Mary whimpered and as her father raised his body, she slid under him. She parted her thighs all the more widely, tugging them back as if to better cradle his hips and loins snugly against her seething, delightful crotch, with his burning cock buried three quarters of its length into the entire depth of her broiling pussy. She felt his crotch trying to snug its way against hers, and only her narrow cervix prevented him from fucking in any more deeply. She could feel his balls rubbing the cheeks of her ass, and it thrilled her even more. In the position they had assumed the night before, she had been able to feel his balls against her body because he hadn't been able to achieve full penetration at that time, either. She could feel the hairs from his sac tickling the crevice between her asscheeks, and it delighted her that much more.
She felt him slowly tugging his long, hard prong from her tight little depths until only his monstrous glans remained locked inside her tight tunnel. Then he flicked his hips forward, almost with no effort, and nailed his hard cock into her crushing chalice, feeling the juices of her hot, receptive channel enhancing the rapture for the two of them. All that he could think of was the sensational burial of his swollen dork, deep in the sarchophagus of her velvet-lined vagina. All he cared about was the enhancing pleasure being brought to him by this little girl, this daughter, who was feeling as much ecstasy as he.
Now he found himself stabbing wildly into her again and again, shoving his long, thick cock into her hot, crushing vagina with overpowering force, pounding and slamming it into her as he never thought he would have done. The heavy flow of her lubrication eased everything inside her, and any minor discomfort she might have felt as the velvet log had stretched her again quickly passed away. The bloated cockknob touched her cervix more than once, and even though he was forcefully driving the penis into her, Mary seemed to welcome the pressure against the opening of her womb. For some unaccountable reason, she felt no pain when he crammed it into her. And she could feel his heavy, spermfilled balls thwacking against the rounded cheeks of her little ass, giving her that much more pleasure.
Mary sighed with charging thrills being built up inside her, writhing and wriggling in the thrusts of her father's solid whang. She bounced insanely beneath him, letting her asscheeks hit the mattress and bounce up again and again as the rubbery point of his blunt cock seemed to fill her belly repeatedly. Her moment of anxiety as the cock touched her cervix seemed to delight the both of them, inciting their dual passions that much more, making him drive harder and harder into her, grinding his pelvis deeper and deeper in the vain hope of actually fitting the full length of his thrusting cock into her narrow interior. Each time he pulled back, bringing his bloated cock-head to the entrance to her valley of pleasure, he flexed the head, making it swell before he drove it back into her, thereby countering the tight pull of her vaginal muscles. At one point he pressed the elastic head of his cock against her womb-entrance and held it there, as if trying to feel out what sensitive nerve-endings there might be there, as well.
Gasping sighs of overpowered delight came tumbling from little Mary's mouth as she lay beneath him, feeling wonderfully mastered by her daddy, a slave to his least little sexual whim. She felt heady, dizzy, and completely at peace with the world, being speared on the breadth of her father's impaling flesh-sword. It probed into the deepest, darkest, most intricate and sensual depths of her vaginal center. Her eyes were glazed with adoration for her father as she looked up at his handsome face, a sensation of strong love totally overwhelming her, knowing he was doing all this to please her as well as himself. He was continually flexing the swollen head of his rubbery cock inside her, building thrill after thrill, forcing sighs of ecstasy from her.
Sonia had her son's cheeks tightly clenched between her thighs, as he sat on the floor, staring up into the womb from which he had emerged, probing into it with his tongue. He slurped the lingual digit in and out again and again, stabbing into the heated center of his mother's oven-like cunt, more interested in tasting everything inside her, than watching his father fuck his sister. His hands reached up and gripped his mother's asscheeks, and it took all her strength to keep herself from squatting onto his face.
Mary strained up against her father, and his thrusting cock ground deeper and deeper into her taut flesh. He thrilled to feel her respond to each thrust by arching her pelvis up to meet his. She took to fucking him naturally as bird took to flying. She slammed up against him so hard, he was fearful she would rupture her own cervix on his cock, and had to pull back part of the time to keep her from really hurting herself. He felt her girlish thighs surround him and grip him tightly, enjoying the way her body was laboring up and down on his thrusting prong. They moved together almost at once, as if each knew the natural rhythm needed to bring them both to that ultimate satisfaction. Her little head was wildly whipping from side to side while her tender little mouth gaped in wanton abandon.
"Yes, daddy...." she kept squealing, and they both were so engrossed in what they were doing it never occurred to them Mary's high-pitched voice was singing out loud enough to wake the other members of the household.
His hands reached down and gripped her little asscheeks, and she still managed to buck with almost all his weight on top of her. And when he tightly gripped those cheeks, and his pinky touched her asshole, she gasped, "Yes, do that.
Her licentious plea set off an increasing quantity of adrenalin in her father, and Herb Schlatter began groping here and there against her buttocks with his fingers as he continued rummaging his relentless cock into the tender, cloud-like wetness of her impassioned cunt. His pinky looked for her puckered little asshole, trailing along the satin smoothness of her tight, writhing channel, finally finding it, noting it was already moist from the leakage coming from her pussy, the pinky trickled through her crack.
Mary trembled, feeling all kinds of crazy thrills blast through her as his pinky continued teasing her anus. The ball of the little finger was scooping more oil seeping into her tight chasm, and it was pushing it into her asshole, so when it finally entered, Mary would feel a minimum of discomfort.
Schlatter felt his daughter's trembling buttocks push back against his rigid pinky, and he pushed hard, slowly worming the tiny finger inside. At first there was a lot of natural resistance from the anal muscle, but he felt the tip of his finger suddenly "pop" into her. The elastic, muscular ring, like a tiny mouth, began to suddenly suck his finger inside, right up to the first knuckle. The little girl twitched under her father, almost as if she were attempting to defecate the pinky from her channel. Then her ass became used to the intruder, and slowly, surely, a little at a time, her lovely little ass relaxed and the tension went out of it as it surrendered to his salacious probing.
Schlatter was going insane with ever-mounting rapture. He'd never seen a female this worked up before; not even his wife. And for this reason he was hotter than he'd ever been in his life.
"Deeper, daddy," the little girl begged. "Shove your finger deeper inside me." She was squirming her buttocks all the more lewdly, slamming her asscheeks down against his inprobing finger.
Sonia, staring at the dual impalement of her daughter by her husband, felt fire race through her blood vessels, and her seething cunt rode the slick length of her son's lapping tongue all the more quickly. God! God! God! This was the most obscene thing she had ever seen in her life, yet it was the most exciting thing, as well. Oh God! Just looking at it made her cream that much more, pouring more of her heavy viscous brandy into her son's sucking throat.
Schlatter's brain was wildly spinning as he stabbed his pinky deeper, while simultaneously ploughing his thrusting cock into the sopping depths of her girlish quim. The warm, pink, leaking channel sucked his cock up with more and more fervor.
Mary speared her splendid young buttocks down against the extended little finger seeming to search her inner body as it wildly thrust its way repeatedly into her. She felt it searching her heated depths, thrilling in the tight clutch of her nether channel. It rotated in the tight, soft, fleshy inner cavern, moving in time to the way his probing cock was pounding in and out of her slurping little vagina.
Schlatter could actually feel his cock in his daughter's cunt with the pinky he had thrust into her tight little ass. A thin layer of membrane separated the two parallel channels. Christ! This was becoming too much. His testicles would rupture if he didn't come, soon.
He started a joint rhythm of finger and penis, making them move through the precious young girl in unison, enjoying the sounds of her incessant groans as she undulated beneath him. She spread her chubby, girlish thighs as wide as possible, giving him more access to her simmering genitals, and now he could feel his already swollen prick start expanding that much more. It grew in breadth inside the girl until he was certain it would burst like an overripe piece of fruit. He could feel his balls pulling up into his groin and was no longer able to savor the delicious thrill of feeling them slap her asscheeks since he was still able to power the entire length of his dong into her little nookie.
Sonia, feeling her son's tongue working more incessantly as she stared at what the man was doing to her daughter, felt the rising, mounting, overpowering blisters of passion shatter through her body like buckshot from an exploded shell. How she kept herself from crying out was something she would never know. But she did feel the heavy oil pouring from her pussy and all but drown her son as he opened his mouth wide and swallowed it all down. It ran down his cheeks, onto his neck and throat, and slopped into his hair and onto his forehead, too.
Schlatter stared down, watching the way his thrusting cock was entering the tight interior of his young daughter's narrow vagina, moving as smoothly into her as if her "valve" had been custom-designed to contain his "piston." The flushed, bare pinkness of her moist, vibrant nest, with its soft pink folds of enveloping flesh clinging wantonly to his thrusting pole seemed to tingle each time he jackhammered his pounding cock into the sucking temple of her quim. Jesus! He felt as if he was coming apart, internally. He hoped his little girl was climbing the rainbow right along with him. He didn't want to disappoint her. He knew fulfillment was very important to her. She had to be satisfied, no matter what. Her enjoyment was paramount at this point. Damn! Damn! Damn! His pulsating prick was all set to explode with the fury of a climax. How the hell could he contain himself much longer? Oh Christ! Much as he wanted to feel her come, he knew if he forced himself to continue holding back, they might both lose that feeling of completion.
He decided holding back at this point was foolish. He started slamming into her tender little body with long, hard thrusts as his finger began reaching deeper and deeper into her tight, narrow asshole. Her little legs were tightly clinging to him now, her knees pressing into his ribs as she began to sigh and moan with animal hunger. Her strong little thighs began tightening their hold even more as she heaved her girlish body upward along his flesh spike, then downward onto his wicked pinky, feeling the vibrant rhythm of her channels being ravaged.
"Yes, daddy, yes ... more ... more ... more ... fuck harder ... harrrrdderrr ... harrrrrrddddderrrrrrr...." she gasped, and drove her heels into his flanks, as if she were riding a horse upside down.
His shoulders began pressing forward, raising her thighs higher and higher, now presenting him with the total widespread plane of her hairless nookie. Her eyes, like her teeth, were clenched shut while her face twisted and strained as her climax spread through her.
Her voice was screaming, and yet a strong hoarseness seemed to temporarily infect her. Although she screamed at the top of her girlish lungs, the sound that came out was a rasping, and nothing else. She whimpered, sighed and moaned, rolling her body from side to side, pressing her knees into the tender centers of her small nipples so the wide-open tenderness of her bare, pink, sucking slot was offered up to him to be used as best he could. She humped her genitals higher and higher, her mouth falling slackly open as she realized the impossibility of her crying out loudly at that moment. Her nostrils flared, and her ears were ringing, and still she was unable to scream it all out of her. Even so, she continued corkscrewing her tender cunt around and around as it moved up the length of his plunging dick, milking the thrusting instrument.
Her wanton ecstasy finally triggered him off. He felt her hot, tight, clenching pussywalls surround his cock with her heavy lubricant as she continued coming, twitching and lurching under him as the flushed lips of her sucking vagina feverishly tugged on his meatpole, her breath coming in short, laboring sighs. He sensed his own, thick, bubbling seed rising, rising, rising. He wanted to scream, but knew better. The sounds choked in his throat as all his internal energy seemed to pump from the head of his spurting cock as if from the nozzle of a hose. He fired into his daughter again and again, sending wave after wave of hot, spurting jism into her, feeling his hot, gooey flood combine with the heavy ointment of her own cunt and backwash all over him.
He fell on top of her, feeling her small, slender body cushion him. He could sense her beating heart, and knew she was well aware of his, as well.
Oh God! This had to be the all-time great orgasm for him. And he could still feel her twitching body continue to shudder until, all of a sudden, she became inert. For a moment he thought he might have hurt her and was ready to pull away from her, when he felt her hands pull him down.
"Daddy," the little girl gasped, under him. "Oh, daddy, that was wonderful. That was truly wonderful."
Her little fingers curled themselves in his dark hair and caressed his scalp as he lay there, too exhausted to reply. It had been the most fabulous single fuck of his entire life.
His cock had shrunk to where it could no longer rest inside his daughter's pulsating pussy, and it fell out. He staggered to his feet, saying, "Have to dress and go downstairs, honey. Your mom'll be up soon, making me coffee, and if I'm not down before her, she'll wonder what happened to me."
Outside the door, Sonia, with her son, backed away. She could see Marty's cock was growing again, but right now there was nothing she could do for him. But after his father was gone....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Smiling to herself, Sonia Schlatter slid one hand against the dark hair of her pubic mound. It was nice to know her twelve-year-old son regarded her as a sex symbol. She was able to rouse the heat in a boy barely old enough to know what it was all about, and that made her feel good.
Standing naked before the full length mirror in her bathroom, she could feel her bare thighs kissing one another, sending delicious sensations through her well-fucked body. God! It had been ages since she'd been brought to four separate climaxes in a twelve hour period.
The fever in her womanly flesh had subsided a little. She thought of the way her husband had fucked their daughter, and she realized the family was on a one-way path down the road to incest. Yet, as horrible as the idea might have seemed only a half hour ago, she now found the thought to be totally delicious.
Taking a warm shower, Sonia realized, the only member of her family with whom she had not made love was her daughter. She had the feeling that was something soon to be remedied. In the meantime, she thought more and more about what she had allowed her son to do to her. First he had fucked her, though she refused to take the blame for that, if, indeed, blame was to be showered on anyone. Then she had allowed him to eat her until she'd had another climax. That had been wonderful. She thought about the eager way he had driven his tongue into her come-filled cunt, not the least bit reticent about gobbling the sperm out of her. Yes, he was a true mixture of herself and his father, and he would one day make some girl a wonderful husband. One thing was certain, and that was, her son had eaten at least one pussy before hers. The way his tongue had licked through her steaming trough with such eagerness let her know the boy had encountered a muff before. No one approached a cunt with such eagerness as he had come to hers, without having tasted at least one pussy before.
The boy had also been a witness to his father's screwing of his sister. And he hadn't seemed the least bit shocked. In fact, as Sonia recalled, Marty had told her Mary had come to him to let him know what was about to happen. From Marty's acceptance of what his sister had told him, Sonia concluded it was very possible her son had also had something to do with her daughter. He may well have even fucked the girl. And it was also obvious her husband wasn't fucking Mary for the first time. The two of them had been at it, before. Just how many times before was something she didn't know, but Sonia had the feeling she had a lot of catching up to do.
Getting dressed, Sonia went downstairs and made breakfast for her entire family. She could see Marty had a half hard-on, but at that moment there wasn't a thing she could do for him. Eventually, he went off to school that way, with his sister, and then her husband went to work. She called in sick to her own place.
Sonia spent the day cleaning the house, then she took another long, hot shower. At three o'clock, her children came home. Mary had intended allowing her brother to fuck her that afternoon, but seeing her mother in the house, she decided to go out and look for some of her girl friends. She knew Marty had no desire to see any of her friends, since she wouldn't be able to do anything around the girls. They were all such stiff-necked little prudes when it came to things like sex.
Marty knew why his mother had stayed home from work. She wanted his cock, and he wanted to fuck her just as much as she wanted him fucking her. He made no protest when she walked with him to his bedroom and shut the door. She hurriedly snapped the lock, in her haste not actually locking the door. Then she began undressing him. He stood there, enjoying every minute of it. He let her push him down on the bed, and nodded when she told him she was going to give him a massage. He noticed she was wearing her housecoat, and now, as she sat on the side of his bed, the robe fell open to reveal her nakedness, beneath. His eyes locked onto the pouting patch of dark hair, her vibrant, rich vagina. He could actually see the puffy little pink lips showing through her hair. They were a little spread, displaying the wonderful wet slice of inner cunt. He could see she had taken another shower. The damp, curling hairs clung to her exposed pinkness.
Sonia stood over her prostrate son, feeling no shame whatsoever. She knew he was staring at her vagina. Not that it was a novelty to him, any longer. He had tasted the fluids seeping from her gash, and he had loved them. She could see him swallow as the look of hunger filled his eyes. She had no doubt he would love to go back to feasting. Her own eyes remained fixed on her son's groin as she pulled his pants off. She could see the swollen underwear underneath, and realized he was almost drunk with sexual excitement. The boyish phallus was swelling to near bursting, and she knew it seemed the littlest bit longer and thicker than it had been that morning, as if contact with her had caused it to enlarge just the littlest bit more now that it was hard again. He was aching to touch her, she could see that as she removed his undershorts. Her own vaginal juices were beginning to broil inside her, flowing warmly through her soft labial folds, and even leaking against her hair-lined outer labia. It was almost time to let her wonderful son fuck her again. Yes, she felt the throbbing ache in her cunt, and realized she wanted him inside her even more than she wanted her own husband, at the moment. She wanted to feel her hot, tight, slick pussylips clamp solidly around his throbbing, youthful prick. No matter what her daughter did for her husband, she would do better for her son. Yes, it was time for her to give him her anguished, lust-crazed pussy.
She shoved the now-naked boy further onto the bed, raising his youthful legs upward and permitting them to stretch out as he settled the hard, rock-solid cock between the hardness of his flat, youthful belly, and the smoothness of the bedspread. He was lying flat on his belly, his buttocks tightly clamped together, anticipating what was to come. He shivered when he felt her fingers starting to knead his back muscles, working gently at first, but becoming more and more insistent as he started moaning with delight. Her long fingers ran lovingly up his young back, the light tan of his body a contrast to the white of her hands. Neither of them spoke at that moment, happy to concentrate on their separate enjoyments of what was happening between them. Neither wanted to break the force field of delight building up between them.
Abruptly, Marty felt pressure on the bed as his mother joined him, her knees forcing him to spread his thighs further apart as she knelt over his back, her busy fingers continuing their exquisite fondling. He felt the wispy sensation of her housecoat lightly moving across her tender thighs, contrasting completely with the warmth of her satin fingers. Then there was another feeling, a much more delicious feeling. She could see the lustful jerkings of his young body as she moved back and down, allowing her wet, sucking vaginal labia and her mossy pubic hair to tantalize his legs, sending crazy explosions of maddening delight through his twitching body. Her warm, wet inner lips continued grazing his sensitive flesh, and he had to bite his lips to keep himself from screaming. Her labia slid back and forth, making him writhe with delicious torment. Beads of vaginal balm dotted his flesh. As the maddening motion of her vagina continued, Marty felt his youthful heart pound all the more quickly, and his ass began bucking up and down. His hard cock, already as stiff as it had ever been, seemed to be hardening even more. Even if it couldn't grow, it felt like it was stiffening into granite.
The licentiously teasing bleached-blonde mother had a grin on her face, seeing how quickly the boy began responding to what she was doing. Her robe had fallen completely open now, and her full, ripe, dangling breasts were swaying in an arc over Marty's tender, youthful buttocks. Her nipples were rigid and reaching out, trying to caress his young skin. Sonia was almost insane with desire for her young son. She actually felt her small clitoris swell into erection and peep out, as if looking at the boy's body. Even as her cuntlips rubbed against his thigh, the clitoris tried to reach down so it, too, could feel some of the massage.
No, her brain screamed at her. Not yet, not yet, don't touch his thigh with your clit. You don't want to come until you have him inside you.
Her entire body felt consumed with roaring flames. Her tight vagina felt as if it was being seared, and her guts were being boiled. She had to hold out a little longer. She just had to. It was just a matter of seconds, anyway.
Her eyes seemed to drill through his back, his lower spine, as she remembered how wonderful his cock had felt when he had pumped it into her that morning. She had never really had a close look at his young cock. Did it have a multitude of veins roadmapping their way through it like her husband's cock did? Did that wonderfully hard, surging, swollen prick have a red top, or was it a rich magenta, like that of Herb? She tried to imagine what it looked like, knowing blood was continually being pumped to it, keeping it rigid. She could just picture the slit in the velvet tip leaking some of his wet lubricant, getting the covers long enough, he'd shoot his white sperm.
That was something she had no wish for him to do. She wanted that sperm shot somewhere inside her. It didn't much matter where it went, as long as it went into her.
Saliva filled her mouth, and she had to swallow hard. She imagined his rigid little organ pushing between her lips, forcing them apart, rubbing itself brutally back against her tongue as she pulled it as far into her back of her mouth as it would go. Oh God! Yes! Yes! She wanted to suck that lovely tool.
But even as she thought of all the things she wanted to do with him, she felt herself moved to the side as her son finally spun over onto his back. The pain in his throbbing dork was too much for him. He could no longer simply lie there on top of his rock-solid cock. Now he lay spread-eagled on his back, and his face turned toward her, admiring her lovely nakedness. She made no move to cover herself. False modesty would have been out of place at this point. Instead, she simply shut her eyes and felt a continuous throbbing starting to build in her seething vagina, as the smooth, wet inner walls seemed to rub one against the other in anxious anticipation of what was about to take place. God! She no longer knew where she wanted the cock buried inside her. She wanted to taste it in her mouth, yet she wanted to feel it in her vagina. Hell! She even wanted it in her rectum. Oh God! Yes, yes, that would be nice, too.
"Mom," the boy was whispering, "I can't hold off any longer. I just have to fuck you. I just have to."
His anxious body was already pressing against hers, his eager tongue doing its best to part her lips and work its way into her mouth.
Oh god! she thought. How? Which way?
"C'mon, ma," the boy almost screamed. "I gotta fuck you, now!"
He almost screamed the words out as he pressed his erect cock into the seething triangle of her tender vagina.
"My beautiful boy," she whispered. "Come, darling, come fuck your anxious mother. You'll see, together we can perform better than your father did with your sister. Come, come, put that hot prick of yours into me."
"Ma," he screamed at her. "I'm not such a little boy any more. And Mary's growing up, too. We've done things together, ma. Just like I did things with you, and she did things with dad."
"What things did you do with her?" Sonia wanted to know.
"Geez, ma, we sucked each other, and she jerked me off, once. I never fucked her, but I'm telling you, before this week is out, that's just what I'm gonna do. Just like I want to fuck you, right now."
"And I want you to fuck me," she nodded.
"Gosh ma, you're so lovely. You and Mary have to be the two best-looking females in the whole world. Now I'm gonna really give you one helluva fuck."
"No," Sonia suddenly snapped, rolling him onto his back when he would have mounted her. "You've eaten me, today. And you've also fucked me. Now I'm the one who should do a little fucking."
At first Marty didn't understand what his mother meant. He wanted into her cunt, and he was determined to climb onto her, but she pressed him down with her superior strength (though not by much), and said, "Relax, Marty. Just lie back. It's all right. Let me do what I want to do, this time. You'll love it."
Still unsure about his mother's intentions, the boy lay back, only because obeying her had become a habit with him. But the moment she began kissing his chest, he began to understand. She was going to kiss his cock, she was going to suck it. Wow! He would have a chance to compare and see who sucked cock better, his mother or his sister.
Shoving his thighs farther apart, Sonia drew her face lower and lower until her lips hovered over his quivering loins. His young, throbbing cock began shuddering as her face began moving closer and closer to it. Her left hand now lay flatly on his belly, and her right hand was between his aching watching his mother's hungry face go to work on they cupped his genitals between them. His young belly jerked from the wild sensations he was feeling, thrilling to the ripples of static shooting through him. He began going crazy with wanton desire as she slowly wrapped her left fist around his pulsating dong. At the same time she used her right hand to cup his young balls.
Yes, Sonia thought to herself. This is the right way to do it. Suck it first, fuck it afterward.
Her long, nimble fingers began working with consummate skill, gently tickling and massaging the tender balls and throbbing cock all at the same time. She listened to the gasps coming from the mouth of her virile young son, letting her fingers dance up and down the length of his hard cock. Now was the time to start giving head.
Her tongue came out and lapped all around the heated purple helmet of his young cock. Now she had a good view of it and she could see all the veins in it, making it a miniature of his dad's. It was vibrant, solid, and moist all over, covered with his dripping oil. The stalk shone with the viscous fluid, and she began licking all over, trying to capture as much of it into her mouth as possible. She thrilled to the way his young phallus jerked from the contact with her tongue. Her left hand squeezed the solid base of his throbbing pecker even harder, while she rolled his come-weighted marbles in her other hand. This made his steel-strong pecker twitch in her mouth.
The lust-driven son propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at the beautiful face of his mother, staring at the way her lovely tongue flickered in and out of her mouth, touching his throbbing whang each time it snapped between her luscious lips. He could feel the wet warmth of her sensuous saliva dotting his masculine flesh from top to bottom. Added to the touch of her squeezing fingers around his testicles, the tonguing made him shiver with delicious, thrilling sensations. Nothing this marvelous had ever happened to him since the first time his sister had swallowed his throbbing cockhead. The added pleasure of watching his mother's hungry face go to work on his trembling member gave impetus to the wild sensations coursing through his nervous system. First it had been his beautiful sister, now it was his equally lovely mother.
He watched as her lips tugged the outer skin up and down his hard cock. From the pressure she was applying with her ringed lips, he could sense her increasing excitement. His own heart was pounding more and more quickly, matching his mother's excitement. When she tilted her head to the side and began nibbling up and down the length of his hard phallus as if playing a harmonica. Her flitting tongue moistened the complete stem with her heated spit. Then once again she raised her head until her mouth hovered over the bloated glans, allowing her tongue to lap at the tiny slit in the throbbing head. She licked out the sticky, pungent drops, and it enhanced her own sensations even more. Oil was flooding down her thighs as her tight vagina pulsated, recalling how this same cock had only recently invaded the feminine tunnel. Her tongue lay flat against the throbbing underside, sliding up and down as her ovaling lips engulfed the rubbery tip. Her head bobbed up and down as her rich, red lips sucked tightly around the weighty thickness of his youthful member, her oral cavity filling itself with his luscious flesh. Her licking tongue lapped with furious intensity, moving up and down, back and forth over the tremendously sensitive tip. The tingling taste made her sputum gush forth and drown the throbbing head.
Marty stared, feeling sensations his sister's inexperienced mouth had never been able to give him. He raptly watched his hard cock being consumed by the stretched lips of his lovely mother. Loud groans ran shuddering through him, and this pleased Sonia. She immediately speeded up the movement of her bobbing head, letting her teeth catch around the rim of the corona each time her head came up, then biting hard at the base of his throbbing putz each time her head went down. Her mouth was deep, but his young cock was long enough to push into her throat. The tip pressed into her esophagus, and though it could go no deeper, he could feel the ring of her gullet crush the pulsing member.
Marty gasped as the heat of her sucking lips sent static pulsations shooting through his entire body. Hot thrills emanated from the hard tip of his rubbery glans, shooting straight down into his body, traveling through his entire nervous system, and then returning. Her moving tongue was like the lambent flame from a candle, and seemed to know every sensitive part of his pulsing phallus. Her tugging teeth, without cutting him, seemed to pull so smartly on his whang, he could feel his soul being sucked out into her anxious mouth. The thrilling sensations were so wonderfully exquisite, he felt himself hanging on the very edge of release. Her face was moving swiftly up and down the length of his youthful cock, and the pressure was becoming too much for him. He felt he would soon shoot a wad down her throat, and much as he would have enjoyed the feeling, he felt the need to once again fire into the heated depths of her milking cunt. He recalled how wonderful it had felt that morning, and he wanted a repeat of that particular sensation. He closed his eyes and fought with all his might to keep the mounting thrills from becoming too powerful. But when he felt her soft blonde hair rub lightly against his belly, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
Sonia tugged the youthful cock into her deep mouth with an insistent sucking, feeling the rubbery point push against tonsils she had never had removed. Her head rose swiftly, her nibbling teeth biting down, leaving white streaks where she had forced the blood away from the surface of his quivering flesh. Her saliva was so heavy, she could no longer swallow all of it. A lot came dripping out and falling onto his pelvis. Her left hand was pressing hard against his pubic region, absorbing some of the spit, while her right hand continued squeezing his young, hairless sac, feeling them swell more and more in the continually shrinking flesh bag. She could feel him approaching his orgasm, and though she finally decided she would keep him from shooting in her mouth, she intended bringing him to the brink before releasing him. God! His young cock was the tastiest prick she had ever swallowed.
Thrills charging through Marty's body seemed to increase rapidly, yet he continued fighting the impulse to come. Staring at his mother's nakedness did nothing to ease the tension in him. She was more beautiful than some pictures he had once seen in a girlie magazine his father had brought home. Her white skin was smooth and perfect, and he could see the counter movement of her buttocks, rising when her mouth went down, then falling as her lips rose. Seeing how full-fleshed her asscheeks were made him think of a paragraph he'd read in SEX WITHOUT FEAR. It had referred to anal intercourse, and how different it felt when a man pushed his hard cock into a rectum. Staring at the deliciousness of his mother's twin moons, he decided he would one day fuck her there. He was already curious to know whether or not his father had violated that area. Little did he know how soon he would find out.
His mother's breasts were the most detectable tits in the whole world, dangling as they did like two mounds of quivering white gelatin with long, jutting nipples, strong and erect. He was unable to see the dark patch of hair covering her white mons at the moment, nor could he see the quivering pink labia between which his throbbing cock had so easily ridden, earlier. Cheez! He really wanted to spike his throbbing cock into her clutching, seething, pressuring depths. He was so damn near exploding all of it into her lovely face.
Sonia was completely involved in the sucking of the wonderful cock of her son. The pulsating rod seemed to have become part of her, and she was hungry for the semen inside him. Only the overpowering need to feel it bubble into her cunt prevented her from applying even greater pressure at this point. As it was she could feel the youthful penis enlarging and becoming fatter and fatter. Her mouth continued inexorably sucking up and down the length of his pulsating cock, feeling it twitch and lurch against her tongue and aching palate. And then, abruptly, she pulled her head from the throbbing member, knowing just one more suck would be all he needed to start shooting.
"Ma, ma, ma," the boy started crying. "Don't stop, now. Suck me, ma, suck me."
"No," she whispered, hovering over him. "If I make you come now, you won't have anything left with which to fuck me. And we both want you to fuck me, don't we?"
"Oh yeah," the kid nodded, as his mother lay down beside him, parting her thighs, widely.
He rose up on his knees, hovering over her, and moved between her thighs, looking down at the bubbling pink gash. It looked more inviting than ever. He stared, wide-eyed, as his mother gasped, "Fuck me, Marty. Fuck me, now!"
CHAPTER NINE
Totally unaware his wife had not gone to work that day, Herb Schlatter hurried home, thinking he might get a quick one off with his daughter before Sonia returned. When he reached the house, he didn't bother putting the car in the garage as he normally did. He just parked it in front of the house, then hurried through the front door, hoping his daughter was somewhere inside, waiting for him. He could feel his hard cock already pushing against his pants as he thought about fucking the girl.
Quietly climbing the stairs, he was startled to hear his son's voice coming from behind the closed door of his bedroom. What really startled him was what the boy was saying.
"I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, mom," he was saying aloud, and then came the sound of protesting bedsprings.
To Herb Schlatter this was impossible. He had taken to fucking his daughter easily enough, but it had never occurred to him his wife and son would also play the two-backed beast. Gripping the doorknob, he turned it, and eased open the door to his son's bedroom. What he saw astonished him. A day earlier, it would have angered him. Now, as he watched, he realized he had no right to be angry.
His wife's naked body, on the bed, seemed to glisten in the late afternoon sunshine. She was playfully rolling this way and that, and he could see her twitching vaginal lips leaking with excited lubrication.
Sonia felt her throbbing vagina filled with shuddering sensations. She wanted to feel her young son's pulsating whang driven as far into her womanly tunnel as possible. God! She was really enjoying the boy. Now she spun over on her belly, pulling her thighs from around him as she giggled, "You wonderfully obscene boy. Do you really propose to fuck your own mother?"
Marty realized his mother was playing a game, and immediately joined in the spirit of it.
"Yeah," he laughed. "I am gonna fuck you silly. Oh mom, are you ever gonna spin around and around on this cock of mine."
"Think it's big enough to stay inside me and keep me twirling?" Sonia asked.
Her hands were already caressing the solid member again, watching it throb. She had been careful about her handling of the boy, and she was pleased to see he was no longer on the verge of coming.
"It'll do the job," Marty insisted, gripping her thighs and tugging them apart. Then he gasped, "Golly, mom, you have to have the most gorgeous cunt in the whole world." And before she could respond or react, he flung his body on her. His hand, gripping his cock, guided it to the heated slash, and before Sonia realized it, the boy was sliding into her, letting her hair-lined outer lips kiss his groin. But Sonia was almost as quick as her son, gripping him tightly with her knees, then spinning around until she was the one on top. Then she rose, letting his throbbing cock "pop" out of her seething cunt. She rode her crack back and forth against the seeping glans, tantalizing him. Marty raised his knees, pressed them into his mother's asscheeks, and steadied her just long enough for him to once more push the blunt, purple nose of his trembling phallus into the hair-covered slash opened so invitingly above him.
"My way," Sonia insisted, rising, letting the cock fall out again, then gripping it in her hands. "You'll like it much more if you let me do things."
Marty lay flat on his back, knowing his experienced mother knew just what to do to bring the both of them ultimate pleasure. She hovered over him on her knees, rubbing the head of his throbbing phallus back and forth between her slick, wet love-lips.
Herb Schlatter, astonished, quietly eased into the room. He saw the smooth, naked globes of his wife's creamy buttocks, and he felt even hornier.
He noted the way her firm white thighs were spread out on either side of his son's hips, and in the boy's dresser mirror, he could see her hand had gripped his son's cock and was working it back and forth in her seeping pussy. He could almost see the pink, moist, widespread inner lips of her leaking vagina as it rubbed across the spongy head of his throbbing cock. She was on her knees, keeping all her pressure on them, and her long, bleached-blonde hair was hanging down in her son's face. Marty was staring up into his mother's eyes, his nubile fingers continuing to play with her full breasts, teasing the nipples, squeezing the aureolae. Sonia's lovely, smooth back was arched inward, a sloping curve of unblemished flesh leading to the rounded cheeks of her luscious ass. And it was this sensual pair of moons that held her husband's stare. The sight of all this made his pulsing cock lurch even more inside his pants.
"Ummmmm...." Sonia sighed, "Marty, that wonderful prick of yours feels fabulous."
With the head of his aching cock, she probed for, and found, the opening between her inner labia, and she pressed the bulging tip of glans against her hot hole. She moved her asscheeks wildly from side to side, still keeping his hard cock from sinking into her as she whispered, "Tell me, my son. Tell me how you're going to fuck me."
Her sensuous demand made her son moan and gasp. Anxious to see as much as he could, Marty once again raised his head and stared down the length of his body to where her fulcrum joined his at a ninety degree angle. He stared at the triangle of pussy hair above his bare pelvis, then he arched his hips straight up in a hungry try at sinking the hard cock into her thrilling vagina.
"Slowly," his mother whispered. "Everything has to be done slowly to really be appreciated I'm going to slowly swallow your hard cock into my cunt, letting my inner body feel every last little bit of you."
Her words incited him all the more, making him dig his fingers into the fullness of her heavy breasts. The tightness of his fingers made her shudder.
As if measuring the length of his cock, Sonia's fingers moved down the length of her son's pulsating penis until she touched the bare flesh of his pelvis. Reaching lower, her hand once again cupped the twin marbles in his fleshy sac of human leather, and she gently squeezed them.
"They're heavy," she whispered. "I can tell you have a lot of sperm for me, don't you, Marty." Her sexy voice tickled his ears, making him sigh all the louder. And all the while her fingers danced over his testicles, as if trying to pressure the liquid out by merely pressing his sac with her finger.
"Ohhhhh ... wowww ... I'm loaded with spunk for you, ma," he gasped.
His stone-rigid phallus seemed to swell even larger as he answered her. It shuddered as she slowly began lowering her hips so only the elastic dome of the throbbing cock slid into the tightness of her narrow vaginal channel. The pink, scalloped flesh of her inner lips seemed to literally fold back as her squishy tunnel engulfed the cap of cock in a warm, liquid embrace. The pressure was so tight, it built both of them to higher plateaus, and Sonia's sloshy lubrication came running down the length of the hard cock.
Raising his body, pressing his palms into the bed behind him, Marty opened his mouth and sucked in the hardened point of her tasty left breast. He sucked and chewed on it as his mind spun with delight, feeling himself thrillingly devoured by his mother's man-eating pussy. The tight vaginal tract seemed to cling like liquid honey, yet the walls managed to part enough to suck his throbbing whang deeper and deeper up into her engorged depths. Little by little the throbbing peter moved higher and higher into her quivering belly. And all the while he continued sucking loudly on her full breast, chewing on the nipple.
Realizing the smart thing to do would be to get the hell out of there, Herb Schlatter found himself rooted to the spot. He couldn't move. The panorama spread before him was too stimulating. His own hunger was getting stronger. From where he stood, he clearly saw his wife's pink cunt slowly easing down the solid length of his son's blood-bloated cock. The lack of hair on the boy's pelvis seemed incongruous, almost ridiculous, as it moved closer and closer to the hairy mat on Sonia's pubis. Schlatter was recalling the tightness of his wife's pussy when it surrounded his own throbbing dick, and it made the pressure in his balls all the greater, until it was unbearable. Christ! What was happening to him? He had fucked his wife in the early hours of the morning, and then he had pronged his daughter immediately afterward. His cock should have been content for at least twenty four hours. But here it was, long, hard, and thick, aching for more action. He had this uncontrollable, overpowering urge to fuck his wife while she was screwing with his son.
The thrilling sensations in her aching belly were building to an insane crescendo, but Sonia was fully enjoying the slow vaginal mastication of her son's rigid pole. The smooth dome was deliciously stretching the tight walls of her frothing pussy, moving through her as a tractor might move, and the ultra-sensitive nerve-endings in her seething snatch were sending wild messages to her sensitized brain. Each time she sank a little lower, her hips took in more of the throbbing young wand, creating a more intense thrill in the center of her body. Forcing herself to sink very slowly, enhanced it all the more.
Marty's neck felt strained as he leaned up and continued sucking on her left nipple. He wanted to swallow both breasts all the way into his mouth at once, as if consuming her body with his lips while she consumed his with her cunt.
Sonia felt like being stuffed with cock in every orifice. She wanted one in her mouth, one in her navel, one in each of her ears, one in each nostril, and one filling her asshole. A dozen cocks would not have been enough. Lord! She felt the need for satisfaction burn through her aching body as it never had, before.
With her hand gripping his balls, she knew real solid fucking would be difficult, if not impossible. She squeezed the seed-sac one more time before releasing it. Then she leaned forward, allowing his head to fall back on the bed, taking the strain off his neck. At the same time, she thrust her breast deeper into his sucking mouth, while plunging her tight vagina the rest of the way down, totally engulfing his young root. The soft, fleshy, sucking folds of her quim completely engulfed the young penis. Then she ground her slender loins against the shuddering base of his throbbing pecker as she felt the rubbery point reaching up into her seething cunt. It didn't quite make it to her cervix. Even so, she felt thrilling, shooting Shockwaves tremble through her anguished body. For a brief moment she simply lay there, absorbing the entire feeling, enjoying it all.
"Unnnnnhhhh ... Marrrrttttyyyyy ... if feeeeeels s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good...." she gasped, writhing her vaginal lips against his bare pelvis as if trying to kiss it.
Marty stopped sucking on her tasty tit and looked to the side, staring at the joining of their bodies. The tight heat of her sucking vaginal interior around his pulsating prick seemed to make it feel as if it was growing even longer and thicker, and he felt total licentious desire burn through him. He flexed his tightly gripping penis more than once, hearing his wonderful mother moan with low, soft sighs.
Sonia pressed her breasts firmly into her son's chest, lying totally on top of him, letting him take the full brunt of her weight for a moment. It was too thrilling for her not to enjoy, and she let her senses soak everything up.
Herb was wide-eyed, staring at the full roundness of his wife's melon-shaped buttocks. From where he stood there was no problem seeing where his son's thrusting cock was buried in the gaping tightness of his wife's creaming snatch. Hungry to enjoy her, he silently began stripping off his own clothes. This was too good an opportunity to let pass. He had to get into her, somehow, some way.
Totally naked, he approached the bed, and saw his son's eyes were tightly shut as he drilled his young cock into the clamping depths of Sonia's sucking snatch. And then, the boy's eyes opened. And the instant they saw his father, Marty shouted, "Dad!"
Sonia had her face buried in the side of her son's throat, and for an instant didn't realize he was talking to his father rather than about him. And then she felt the additional heavy weight on the bed.
"Stay cool," Herb Schlatter whispered to the two of them. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stared at the rounded shapes of his wife's ass. He had fucked this ass more times than he cared to remember, but this would be the first time he would be pushing his cock into it while another penis had penetrated her seething pussy. Shit! This was going to be one helluva tight fit.
Marty didn't know what to think. He was totally confused by the appearance of his naked father, terrified the man would whip the hell out of him. But a moment later, he realized his father was there for the same reason as he.
"Stay cool," Schlatter repeated to his son. "If this is what mommy wants, this is what mommy will get. And we'll both enjoy it. Wait and see."
Marty could feel his own young thighs being pushed apart as his father climbed on top of his mother. He saw the older man's hands firmly grip Sonia's asscheeks and slowly start to pull them apart.
Hearing her husband's voice had caught Sonia off-guard, but she wasn't the least bit frightened. Although she knew he was unaware of her knowing what he did with Mary, she always had that bit of knowledge with which to confront him should he object to what was happening. Luckily, the man was not objecting. On the contrary, he was joining in, and the idea of being dually fucked thrilled her. God! Only moments before she was wishing for a countless quantity of cocks to fill her. Now she at least had one more.
"Dad, what are you trying to do?" Marty asked, feeling his mother's cushiony body being pressed more firmly into his.
"Exactly what you're doing," Schlatter grunted to his son. "I'm going to fuck her. Since you're using the front entrance, I'm using the back way." And his thumbs dug more deeply into his wife's asscheeks as he pulled them wider apart. The vision of her small, dime-sized, prune-like pucker caused his lower jaw to hang down, and he became all the more excited seeing how tight the hairless orifice appeared.
Marty was thrilled by the idea of sharing his mother with his father. Golly! This would really be something terrific. Heck! The only one missing from all this was Mary, and he had the feeling she would soon become a part of the family fun, too. The only thing that bothered him was, his father was fucking his mother's ass before he'd had a chance to try it.
"Easy," Sonia called out to the two males. "Go slowly, or you'll rip me apart inside."
She shivered as she felt cool air traveling up her rectal tube. The idea of dual fucking stimulated her more than ever, but she was smart enough to know how painful it would be. If he simply crammed the meat into her anus, it would hurt one helluva lot.
"Easy, honey," he whispered. "You'll be able to handle it. You'll see."
She felt Marty's hard cock pulsing deep inside her, and she could tell the idea stimulated her, too.
Herb continued staring at the tight elastic muscle guarding the entrance to his wife's asshole. He spit on a forefinger and pressed it to the puckered orifice. His own balls were swelling more and more against the contracting flesh of his scrotum, and the pain was becoming almost intolerable. Aching as he was for release of his stored-up semen, he worked his finger all the more swiftly. Little by little he pushed it into his wife's hairless orifice, pushing it in right up to its full length in her tight anus.
"Uuuunnnhhh!" Sonia gasped, but the gasps were those of pleasure. With her son's throbbing phallus tightly buried in her vagina, the pressure of the finger in her asshole was delightful. Hell! She had enjoyed this many times before, when her husband had fucked her. This was something she could handle easily enough. It was when he finally buried the full length of thick cock into her that she knew she would experience pain, if only because of the opposing pressure of her son's prick filling her pussy so wonderfully. Even now, as the finger continued moving around in her tight, anal depths, she could feel her son writhing beneath her, pumping his throbbing dong in and out.
Schlatter, his finger in as far as it could go, worked the entire digit around and around, feeling her hot, rubbery inner flesh slowly stretch, as he knew it would. Little by little he wormed a second finger into his wife's ass-channel, seeing the rapture on her face spread even more widely. She was gasping with delight, humping back and forth in time to the way her son's pulsing prong moved in and out of her. Schlatter could feel his son's moving cock with his two fingers as it pressed against the separating membrane. This made his own cock jerk even more, and more pain spread from his tightly encased nuts.
Humping his hard cock in and out of his mother's squeezing vagina, using short strokes, Marty tried to keep his mind off what was happening. He knew if he permitted his mind to enjoy that which his body was enjoying, he would blast a wad of sperm so far up into his mother's body, she'd be spitting it out. He could tell she loved the ass-fingering his father was giving her, because her tight cunt became even tighter, rippling back and forth with the movement of his thrusting prick. She was kissing his throat harder and harder, letting him know how strongly she felt about what was happening.
"Yessssss...." she moaned, tearing her face from her son. "Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, darling. Fuck it good."
The thrills from Schlatter's working fingers had dulled her mind to the size of his throbbing cock, and the sensation of the bulging, elastic penis in her vagina made her shudder. The idea of having two masculine joints blasting loads of come-juice into her from two different directions at once made her shuddering body thrill with even greater passion.
Schlatter decided this was as good a time as any to start pumping into the little woman's asshole. He slid his fingers from the crushing depths of her tight rectum. With the clutching channel somewhat loosened, he figured this would be the best moment to plunge in with his larger prong. Gripping the erect member with his left hand, he used his right hand to spread her asscheeks a little. Then he moved forward between the boy's legs until the swollen purple onion head was pressing against the woman's tight, puckered, anal opening. Shoving his thighs forward, he slowly pressed the blunt head into the tight, elastic ring of flesh. At first he applied easy pressure, but when he realized she was resisting him by clenching her asshole shut, he pushed with stronger effort.
"Unngghh!" she gasped. "It's ... uhhh ... so ... ahhh ... bigggggg...." she cried out, feeling the weight of his bloated cock-head against her exposed anal opening. The pain began building as he pressed harder, and she was certain her anal channel would be split in six different places before he actually got his swollen dork inside.
Schlatter, who had fucked his wife's ass almost as often as he'd fucked her cunt, refused to back off. He knew his hard cock would eventually fit in if he remained persistent. He continued pushing his throbbing whang against her tight asshole, and when he felt her relax for the briefest instant, he shoved hard. With a solid slam he pushed the huge, swollen pole through the doughnut-like entrance to her anus, swelling the sphincter as he rammed in. And then she clenched her sphincter closed, locking the head of his cock inside her, but the rest of his outside.
"Unngghh!" Sonia gasped, feeling a new kind of agony. God! Something like this hadn't happened since the first time her husband had sodomized her, more than thirteen years before. Pain slammed into the pit of her stomach like the fist of a boxer, and she had to clench her teeth and hiss through them to remain conscious. But because her ass was so used to containing a cock, hot flashes of pleasure blasted through her on the heels of the painful agony, enhanced by the counter pressure of her son's moving cock as it continued sliding in and out of her vaginal causeway. Even though she attempted to resist further penetration by her husband, Sonia realized it would be a useless fight.
"Christ!" he gasped, "you always did have a tight ass. But it's never been ... uhhhh ... this tight ... aaaah ... before."
He began pushing, anxious to feel the entire length of throbbing cock buried in the teeming depths of her squeezing rectum. He lunged forward again, and his swollen pole thrust in a bit deeper.
"No more, no more no more...." Sonia cried out, but she knew there was no stopping her husband's hard cock. She desperately attempted to force the muscles of her rectum to relax, but the pressure of his driving dingus seemed to make her anal walls clutch him all the more tightly.
"Hey, pa, take it easy," Marty called out to his father. "This is mom, not some cheap woman off the streets."
The boy heard his mother's continued moans, but at this point he wasn't sure whether they were cries of pain, or sighs of pleasure. God! He wished his father would finally shove the rest of his pulsing meat into her, already.
Schlatter had closed his ears to all sounds at that point. His sole interest was the feeling his cock had moving deeper and deeper into his wife's clutching ass. His testicles were swelling to even larger proportions in the tight sac containing them, and twitching sensations in his cock-head caused him to feel as if he was ready to blast a load right then and there. He lunged forward again, grinding his cock in a little deeper, but still not all the way in. And then, abruptly, with his prong more than halfway into her, everything magically changed. Her muscles not only relaxed, but her ass-canal seemed to swallow him up, tugging him in the rest of the way. The warm, buttery center of her anal interior seemed to totally swallow every last bit of cock. His hairy groin smacked against her white, rubbery asscheeks as his hard, fleshy column probed to its full depth.
"Ohhhhhh Goddddddddddd!" Sonia screamed, feeling as if she were being shished between two kebabs.
Terrified of moving for the moment, she remained perfectly still, fearful she might cause some inner damage. Christ! She literally felt halved. There was a pincer section in her cunt, and another one in her asshole, both trying to come together and destroy that wall of delicate membrane between them. The flame of agony stayed for only a moment, receding before the complete holocaust of utter rapture. Two cocks were all the way into her, and both were going to fuck her at once. Oh God!
"God-a-mighty!" Schlatter screamed, realizing his cock was completely buried in his wife's ass, while feeling the pressure of his son's cock, fully buried in the woman's tight cunt.
Sonia was screaming, but with cries of ecstasy. She felt the two cocks pull back simultaneously, then slowly power forward together. The sensation was so totally new and overpowering to Sonia, she realized she was going to come, but more than that, it would be a dual orgasm. She could feel the insane sensations building in both, her vagina and her rectum at the same time. The strain in her was so great, she was unable to control her muscles and remained limp between father and son and thrilled as they both continued pumping wildly into her. Wild, ecstatic rapture built higher and higher in her body from the dual assault. There was no pain of any kind at this point, but total and complete delight. New sensations were constantly tickling their way up and down her spine. The cocks reached into her to their full length and she rocked back and forth, realizing she was being fucked as never before. Her wonderful husband, whom she had always adored, was filling her rectum, and her marvelous son, about whom she had always been crazy, was fucking her cunt. There was more than simple fucking involved here. There was a total love, as well.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sonia chanted. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck me all over, yes, yes, yes...."
The dual orgasm welling up inside her could no longer be staved off, and suddenly Sonia stiffened between the two men, wailing like a banshee in pain, screaming aloud, "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
She writhed and flopped madly between the two men, feeling wilder and wilder thrills shoot through her as climax after climax inundated her body, sucking her interior down into a vortex of unparalleled sensation.
Sonia's arms tightly surrounded her son, clinging to him, squeezing him, wrapping her thighs around his loins, applying pressure as she spasmed again and again, thrusting forward and down on his stabbing cock with each new orgasmic thrill shooting through her. Her mouth was sucking her son's tongue, pulling it as far into her throat as it was able, and at one point she was so totally overwhelmed, she almost bit it off.
Herb Schlatter, feeling his wife's tight rectum press even more tightly around his thrusting cock as she began experiencing multiple orgasms, felt his own spermatic gorge start to rise within him. Holding it back was something he could no longer do. His fingers dug into her shoulders as his ass pounded wildly, stuffing his thick prick into her squeezing, clutching anal depths, and then he was there, bellowing a loud, "AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!"
With each spurt of burning sperm, he thrust his whang into the sucking chasm of his wife's asshole, feeling everything slide more smoothly now that his semen was oiling the way. The thrusts began affecting Marty, who had been dying to come. Now, unable to control himself any longer, he screamed, "MA AAA A AAA! HEEEEEERE ITTTTTTCOMMMMMMMES ... WAAAUUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH!"
He fired into her taut, bowstrung body, shooting the sperm he'd been saving since early morning. The weight of his mother, pressing on him, and that of his father pressing on his mother, seemed to pump more and more ooze from his thrusting, shooting penis. For what seemed like hours he continued shooting into the tight well of his mother's cunt. And when they finally came apart, all three were too tired to say a thing.
CHAPTER TEN
Mary didn't understand why she was feeling as she did. There was no reason for her body to twitch and feel funny kinds of squirming sensations inside. She had never felt this way, before. What was happening to her? What had come over her?
She had found some of her friends at a nearby park, and had sat on a bench, watching them play hopscotch. There was no way anyone was going to get her to play that game again. What she finally did do was go on a slide, and as she slid down, feeling the friction of the slide press her panties into her aching little twat, she understood she was starting to get wet down there. She knew she couldn't be wetting in her pants. Aside from having emptied her bladder immediately after going home, she had perfect control over herself. No, the wetness seeping out of her cunt was the sticky, slippery stuff her brother had enjoyed drinking out of her. There was no use trying to explain what she was feeling to her friends. They were still worried about what kind of dolls they would be getting for Christmas.
Getting to her feet, she decided she would go home, even though she knew her mother and brother were probably fucking up a storm. She could always wait in her own room.
Reaching the house, she saw her father's car parked in front, and she realized her father must know what was going on, as well. She hoped he wouldn't be beating her mother and brother for it. After all, if her daddy had the right to fuck her, surely her brother had the right to fuck her mother.
Hurrying into the house, she quietly sneaked upstairs and witnessed the multiple climaxes enjoyed by the other three members of her family. Suddenly she felt alone and left out.
She was smart enough to realize there was no way she would be able to take a penis up her youthful rectum, even without one jammed into her cunt. What her mother had done was something really terrific. When she got older she would try it, but for the moment, she would have to content herself with simple fucking and sucking.
Going to her room, she waited until each of the other members of her family went to their respective room, then she went to her brother. He was the one she found it easiest to talk with.
"How was it?" she asked.
"Wow!" he told her. "I never knew there could be anything like this. Boy! Dad really took it the right way. When he first approached mom and me, I thought he would whip us for sure. He just joined right in."
"You know," Mary complained to her brother. "You haven't fucked me, yet."
"Hey, don't feel bad about it," her brother told her. "I mean, it isn't as if I don't want to. What with dad fucking you this morning, and mom being here this afternoon, after school, it was kind of tough for us to get together. But tonight, if you want, when the folks are watching TV downstairs, "What say we get right down to it," Marty
"Are you sure you're strong enough?" she asked.
"Hey, Mary, for you, anytime."
"Boy, after seeing what you and dad did to mom, I'd like to gang up on him with mom, one day."
"Well, gee, why don't the two of you gang up on me, tonight. You can go after dad tomorrow."
"Tonight?" Mary asked, her eyes glistening, excited at the idea of sharing her brother with her mother.
"Sure," Marty nodded. "Why not?"
"I'll talk to mom," Mary told him.
Leaving her brother's room, Mary waited until her father went downstairs for his evening cocktail, then she walked into the bedroom where her mother was first getting dressed.
"Mom," she said. "Would you like to make it a threesome with Marty and me, tonight?"
Sonia Schlatter stared at her daughter, feeling so foolish even thinking about discussing sex with a ten-year-old girl. But Sonia realized her daughter was better versed in sex than many adult women, despite her age. Besides, she had been part of a threesome with her husband and her twelve-year-old son. Now it was time to make it with her daughter, and what easier way than to make it three-way, with Marty. This would be the perfect night for it, anyway. Herb was always out playing poker this night of the week.
"Okay," Sonia told her daughter. "Why not? It might be a lot of fun."
"Gee, of course it'll be fun," Mary smiled. "I mean, there'll be the three of us, and we do love each other. Tomorrow, you and I can gang up on dad, and after that, we can even have parties with the four of us."
"You're really growing up," Sonia smiled, shaking her head, wondering if it was good for a little girl to grow up this quickly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Supper was soup and sandwiches since no one really felt like eating anything heavy. Herb Schlatter, feeling totally drained, almost decided to skip his weekly poker game, but at the last minute, left the house, thinking he might be as lucky at cards as he had been in love.
Mother, daughter, and son hurried up to the master bedroom, and there, undressed. Marty had a chance to look at the nakedness of his mother and sister and compare them. They were as different as two females could be, and even after Mary developed, she would look totally different from her mother. Both had white skin, but there all resemblances ended, except for their brown eyes. Mary had a button nose, turned up, while Sonia had a straight, broad nose. Mary had apple cheeks, while Sonia had almost straight cheeks with little natural color. Mary's natural brown hair was curly, and Sonia's bleached blonde hair was straight. Sonia had all the natural roller coaster curves, while Mary had yet to develop them. Sonia's breasts were like full, dangling melons, not quite upstanding, though the nipples did point straight ahead rather than down. Mary would have high, round, small breasts, as firm as grapefruits. Under the hedge of brown curls on Sonia's pelvis the slavering lips were partly open, always displaying their rich pinkness. Mary's outer labia were tightly close unless she opened her thighs wide apart. Then, and only then did her outer labia part a little, revealing the little-girl pinkness inside.
"What way we get right down to it," Marty teased, sitting on the bed as his mother and sister stood in front of him. He reached up and lightly pushed a forefinger between Mary's tender labia, moving it slowly around inside, making his sister hotter by the moment.
Sonia remained silent and sat beside her son, pressing her breasts aginst his arm, letting him feel them rubbing up and down. This also caused her nipples to enlarge. Marty turned his head and bent down, sucking on one of his mother's nipples.
Marty felt himself being pulled back onto the bed by his sister, who lay down on one side of him, while his mother pressed herself against his other side. Gee! It felt good being sandwiched between the two females.
Sonia knew Marty was hot to fuck his sister, but decided she wanted to play with her daughter a little, first. She had never done anything sapphic before, and she felt her first time would be just right, coinciding with her daughter's first time.
Mary, lying beside her brother, had been daydreaming, and was somewhat surprised to feel her mother's soft, feminine hands stroking her body. Sonia had literally climbed over her son, moving between him and Mary, pushing the boy temporarily out of the way. Mary purred, writhing a little, enjoying what her mother was doing.
Marty, who had slid off the bed, rummaged through his mother's night table and found a sleep shade his mother used to use.
"Hey," he said. "Let's have some fun. Mary, you have to guess who is doing what to you."
Before his sister could argue with him, he had slipped the shade over her head and covered her eyes.
"Hey, ma," Marty said, "let's really have some fun. Let's tie Mary down to the bed," and before the young girl knew what was happening to her, she felt elastic garter belts sliding over her wrists and one hand was tied down to a bed rail, while the other hand was over her head, to a headboard.
Mary, totally in the dark and helpless, wondered what her mother and brother were planning to do. When she opened her mouth, intending to ask what was going on, she felt her brother kiss her, stabbing his tongue all the way into her young mouth.
"This ought to be fun," she heard her mother's voice say, and suddenly she felt something tickling her. It felt like the long feather her mother kept in her hat. She felt the feather poking lightly between her thighs, tickling her, but at the same time it was a little annoying. Delicious shivers were racing through her tender little body. And then her brother slowly took his mouth from hers as her mother said, "We shouldn't tie your sister's hands. It would be more fun to tie her feet apart."
The elastic garter belts were removed from her wrists, and now her feet were strapped by the ankles, one to the bedrail, and the other, with a robe sash, to the bedrail all the way on the other side of the bed. Her hands rached out to try and feel someone, but no one was there. So she lay back, and abruptly felt the tickling feather move between her thighs again. The feathery sensations continued, touching her thighs again. The feathery sensations continued, touching her delicate labia, making her churn her little body, wanting to tug her thighs together, but unable to do so. Her lips were churning spirally on the bed. She began sighing, feeling delicious, creamy, tickling thrills move up into her little belly. They made her little-girl nipples tingle with life, and she suddenly gasped, "Ooooooh! Wowie!"
"Like it?" he mother whispered. 'This is just the beginning, darling, "four father used to do all kinds of wild things to me when we were young, and as I remember them, I'll do them to you. You'll love it all."
From the sound of her mother's voice, Mary realized she was no longer sitting on her right, but was kneeling between her thighs, artfully applying the feather. Once again she reached out as she felt weight on the bed to her left, and there touched her brother's groin. Her small fingers curled around his solid little staff. She began tugging on it, feeling the heat emanating from it. She decided this was going to be a lot of fun.
Mary's hand began jerking faster and faster, feeling his pulsing meat remain stiff. Because he had come somewhat earlier in the day, Mary was certain her brother would take a long time to shoot, so even if she pulled his pulsing prick for quite awhile, she felt confident he wouldn't climax.
The feather was being concentrated on her seething little slit, tickling her tender clitoris. She couldn't help bucking up to meet the thrilling touch of the deft feather each time it tickled her. The thrills were maddening.
"Let me see," Mary squealed. "Oh please, let me see. It's so much more fun when I can see what's happening."
"She's right," her mother whispered. "Marty, take off that foolish mask and let your sister enjoy all this."
"Okay," Marty reluctantly agreed. He had enjoyed seeing his sister blindfolded, with her legs looking at the way it was fringed with dark curls.
Reaching over, he slipped the blindfold-mask from his young sister's face. Now she was able to see her mother sitting at the foot of the bed, smiling at her, using the feather to touch her in the most delicate places. It was the hat feather she had often seen, but she had never thought it could be used to make her feel good like this.
Her mother was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, and her wide-open gash was plainly visible to Mary's eyes. This was the first time she had ever thought to look at her mother's cunt, and looking at the way it was fringed with dark curls made her a little envious of the older woman. She felt so childish with a bare pelvis being displayed. She almost wanted to cover it up.
Sonia saw her daughter gaping at her pussy, and in order to give her a better look, reached down with her free hand and used two fingers to part her seething labia. Golly! Next to a good cock, that had to be the hottest thing Mary had ever seen.
And then her mother took the feather away, leaned forward, and very, very slowly placed her mouth on Mary's simmering cunt. Mary squealed, thrilling to the thrilling sensation of her mother's tongue gently inserting itself between her labia and licking the juicy crack from top to bottom. It made her writhe madly, very much wanting to clamp her thighs around her mother's face, but unable to do so. Her hand tightened its grip on her brother's throbbing cock, and it seemed as if the penis had really grown a little since that first time she had pulled him off.
Now, as she continued licking her daughter's cunt, Sonia slowly moved her buttocks to the left, toward where her son was sitting. Marty, lying with his legs toward the head of the bed, had his mother's dripping cunt hover over his head, but at and angle since she was still sucking Mary's juicy gash. Even so, Sonia managed to lower her slithery snatch, and it covered Marty's face, allowing him to start lapping the hole he had fucked not too many hours ago.
"Mommy," Mary cried out. "Mommy, mommy, let me taste you. It isn't fair to let Marty do it all the time. Let me sip those sweet juices coming out of your hot pussy."
Picking her head up from Mary's dripping vagina, Sonia pulled Marty away from her, then turned her body around so her seething, sopping cunt was hovering over her daughter's face as she faced away from the girl. Slowly, very slowly she lowered her dripping pussy onto the young girl's open mouth, and was delightfully surprised to feel the flutter of her daughter's tongue slide right into the flooded vestibule of her frothing pussy.
"Ohhhhuuuhhhhh!" Sonia gasped, enjoying what her daughter was doing.
"Wow!" Marty said, staring at the female members of his family. "I've gotta get in on this while I can."
Seeing his sister's pretty muff abandoned, he moved his body between hers and hurriedly pressed the head of his over-anxious cock against her trembling twatlips. At long last, he was going to fuck his little sister.
Mary felt her brother slide between her thighs, and she sucked her mother's dripping slash all the more strongly, reaching up with her little hands, grabbing her mother's breasts, pulling on them, tweaking the nipples, and wishing she had big tits of her own. Her tongue lanced deeply into her mother's foaming garden, drinking the flooding, spicy fluid seeping from her, and at the same time she was humping her own little pussy forward, aching to feel her brother's thick prick stuff itself into her. After having taken her daddy's twice, there was no question of her being able to handle her brother's.
Marty pushed forward. He wanted to enter his little sister's hot pussy slowly, but Mary was overanxious. When he would have pushed forward slowly, she continued raising her little thighs, and even though her ankles were still tied apart, she was able to coax his body down, making his solid wanger slide right into her aching, needing tunnel. The cock filled her nicely, stretching her delightfully, though not quite as much as her daddy's prong had widened her. And she also felt her brother touching her anal opening with his finger, pressing it into her as his pounding penis slid its full length into her girlish tunnel. And then her brother undid the garter belts from around her ankles, and she closed her thighs around his young body, tugging him right up against her trembling crotch.
Sonia, who kept herself balanced on her knees so she could keep her weight off her daughter's face as Mary continued lapping her, reached out and hugged her son tightly to her, embracing him and kissing his lips. Her arms kept trying to pull him closer, snugging his crotch ever deeper into that of his sister.
The pressure of his mother's lips on his, added to the crushing squeeze of his sister's cunt around his cock, drove Marty completely crazy. He had no idea there could be more to sex than that which he had experienced earlier in the day. Now he was learning something new. There always seemed to be something new in sex. Golly! He was still a youngster. Just how much would he know by the time he was twenty. Golly! He sure had the best teacher in the world in his mother, and his sister was one hell of a pupil along with him. The two of them were really learning.
"Ohhhmmmm!" Mary gasped, her slurping tongue frantically swishing through her mother's steaming honeypot. She could feel the climax slowly coming up on her. She knew she would come before the others, not having been involved in anything sexual since the morning, whereas Marty and her mother had enjoyed one heck of a fuckfest with their father.
The climax was really building in her body, now. This was the feeling her body had been seeking when she had been in the park, earlier. Golly! Who would think she had become so addicted to fucking. Gee! She really needed it. It was a good thing she had a brother as well as a father. If one got too tired, the other could always do something for her. In fact, as her tongue slavered through her mother's burning pit, she realized she and her mother could do things for one another when there were no men around. Wow! This was terrific! And thinking of this made her stab her tongue even deeper into her mother's simmering snatch.
Mary's aptitude for sex really had Sonia mystified. She had no idea the young girl was this involved with it. The girl was something wonderful. At Mary's age, Sonia hadn't even had an idea sexual intercourse existed. It just went to show, the earlier they learned, the more adept they became at it.
Sonia was kissing her son with more and more verve, making him pound his wick into his sister's citadel all the more fervently. His slender, thrusting cock slammed in again and again, filling the young girl perfectly, and Mary was rising higher and higher.
Gonna come! Mary thought. Gonna come ... "UUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" she gasped, her mouth still crammed full of her mother's vaginal meat as she felt the wild, throbbing orgasm pulsate through her tender body. And because she was giving pleasure as she felt the climax hit, the sensations coursing through her were ten times more powerful than anything she had ever felt before.
Sonia, feeling her daughter tighten, dug her hands into her son's shoulders all the more strongly, rubbing her wet, slavering cunt across her daughter's face more and more quickly, and then she, too, felt her orgasm hit, as she screamed, "AAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYAA-AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her scream, clinging tightly to Marty, was all he needed to reach his own climax, and his screams were soon added to those of his mother, his father, and his sister.
That night, the family snuggled close together in the huge bed in the master bedroom. Sonia and Herb Schlatter fell asleep feeling more wonderful than ever before. Marty, totally satiated, was asleep before his parents. It was Mary who remained awake for a little while. She was thinking of Alvin, her older brother. If he hadn't started with her, there was a good possibility none of this would have happened. And now he was off taking basic training somewhere, while his family was reaping the fruits of his incestuous labors. Poor Alvin.
