If our popular writer Opal Andrews writes from experience, she has certainly had some ... strange experiences!
A few months ago she wiggled into the Surrey House offices with a manuscript called My Darling Nephew. We read it and our interest rose right along with our eyebrows.
"Uh ... Opal," we asked, "did you, uh, ever live in a house with a young boy?"
For reply we got a long, slow blink and a mysterious smile. At last she said, her smile broadening, "Ask me no questions...."
We sighed. We could only wish that somebody like the incredibly shapely and sexy Miss Andrews had been our baby-sitter, or older sister, or aunt, or ... something!
We published the book (Surrey House No. SC-46, 1972) and it has been, as we expected, very successful indeed. So we asked her for some more of that young stuff she seems to know so much about. Here is the result. is about another tortured young woman who can't control her desire for even younger boys....
You might call this a book about juvenile sex education. The teaching-learning method is the best we know of-learning by doing! Sort of sex education by the braille method.
Writing in Sexual Behavior magazine in April 1972, Dr. Alfred Auerback pointed out some of the drawbacks to in-school sex education. Doctor Auerback-who is Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at U.C.S.F.-says: "It is a sad fact that most sex education courses to date have not been too successful. Sometimes teachers have been poorly prepared or have personal problems which impair their teaching."
You and I have heard people who say, usually with a grin, that "sex education should be taken out of the classroom and put back in the street where it belongs." Or, in the case of some of us ... in the back seat of the school bus, maybe ... or out behind the gym or the barn ... or at the drive-in movie ... remember?
Or ... in the home....
Tommy Crawford and his early-developing sister, Terry, began their sex education early and young-with each other. Then along came their cousin, who was, at 18, older than they. While the Crawford parents ran around more and more, practically ignoring the children, Tommy and Terry were left home more and more alone ... with Cousin Brenda.
All three of them began to play both roles in their personal sex education: teacher and student!
Confused, unsatisfied, tormented by her yearnings, Brenda knew that she would have to develop a more normal love life. But it was so difficult! She really dug Clint-but he was busy with his sexy stepmother ... and her teeny-bopper daughter!...
Then Clint's father found out about his son's activities, and understandably, Dad was not happy to learn that he was sharing his wife with his son! He decided to take vengeance-through Brenda!
Look, that's enough. There's a lot going down in this new book, and we can't and won't tell you all of it here. That's what the novel is for. Once again Opal Andrews has done herself proud and written a real winner of a novel.
It's time now to turn you over to her ... and to Brenda ... and ... Happy Education!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Kitty McGuire was eighteen and her Uncle Paul and Aunt Margie had never let her forget how they took her in when her parents died. There was one thing they had forgotten, though-how she had grown since they took her in to live with them, eight years ago.
Now she had a good job as a clerk at Carpet Villa, but Paul and Margie Crawford still made good use of her just as they always had. She still cooked and washed up and took care of the kids, seemingly all the time.
Her supervisor, Clint Moore, was really nice and he kept trying to date her. But she was usually tied up with the brats. Uncle Paul and Aunt Margie had a good thing going, and they knew it. They ran around a lot. Kitty had been out with Clint twice. He was a real gentleman, the kind of man she could really be serious about.
But it was hopeless. She thought: I'll probably be a slave in this house when I'm fat and forty!
With the kind of slim figure Kitty had, the-likelihood that she would be fat at forty or any other age was pretty far-fetched. But she had the ugly thought, just the same.
And she stayed home and minded the kids. Something else Paul and Margie had forgotten, as time drifted by, day by day, and became years. Their own children were growing up too, just like Kitty. The adults never seemed to notice. Terry and Tommy were still "babies" as far as they were concerned.
At fourteen, Terry was more than budding and a lot more than a kid. She'd have to be called precocious, with snapping black vixen-like eyes and a sensuous little puckered mouth and a need for a brassiere that made her mother complain about how the girl's tits kept growing. That bothered Kitty, too. She wasn't so well endowed in the boob department, and here she was four years older than the brat!
Terry's brother Tommy was just about as precocious, increasingly hard to manage, and quite large. At fifteen he was fully as big as Kitty, and he wore his hair just as long as his father would permit-which was just over the tops of his ears. It was pretty sexy, and he knew it. Billy Darrow had sucked him off once, after a basketball game at school, but Tommy hadn't been too crazy about that. He had enjoyed fucking Billy's sister Joanie a lot more!
Both Billy and Joanie had been pretty surprised, so Tommy had gone ahead to prove something. He had proved it, all right. He had shot off into Joanie's anxious, barely-furred little twat twice more in quick succession, then stood there and grinned down at her while her brother beat Tommy's meat and shot off another load of cum all over her tits.
Tommy came home walking about a foot off the ground, or at least he felt like it.
The trouble was, who could he brag to? Not his mother and dad! He felt pretty sure his dad might be tickled, but he also figured the old man would beat the shit out of him, just the same. He was afraid to tell Kitty. And to tell blabbermouth Tick Farmer, next door, would be a mistake.
So Tommy stood it as long as he could, and then he had to tell somebody what a fifteen-year-old stud he was, and he told his sister Terry.
"You're lying," Terry said flatly.
Tommy started to burst out "I'm not," but he decided at the last instant that didn't fit his new image. So he clamped his lips and looked smug.
That did a lot more to convince Terry than any amount of hot protests would have done. All of a sudden she didn't look dubious or scornful any more. She looked impressed. And excited. Her eyes got all bright and sort of flashy.
"Can I see your thing?"
"My thing!"
She licked her lips. "Your dick, Tommy."
"Oh," he said, feeling a little trembling thrill go through him. "Well ... I guess." He looked at the wristwatch he'd got for his fifteenth birthday, just a week before. Nobody else would be home for quite a while.
He opened his pants and pulled out his penis to show his sister. She studied it. He saw her shiver, just slightly.
"Hmp. Doesn't look like anything that did all that shooting to me! Looks like a rumply pink worm."
"Look, stupid," he said, "that's the way it is with a man." He liked that. Man! "It stays this way. Otherwise it would be a real drag to have to put up with. It just comes up and gets hard when it gets excited and my balls get full of sperm, or something like that. Then it gets all huge and swollen and hard as a rock!"
She looked skeptical. "Well, why isn't it excited?"
"Maybe because Joanie Darrow isn't here." "Ha! That skinny ... I'm here, and I'm sure a lot sexier than that frump is!"
He put his head on one side to give her a look.
"You and I've been around each other all our lives, Terry. We're used to each other's bodies and seeing each other. My prick just isn't. . . besides, Joanie opened her blouse and showed it her tits."
"You sound like your dick's a person and can see," Terry said.
He held it up to show her the tip. "It's got an eye. See? Sure it can see. And it gets excited when it sees sexy things."
Terry looked at her brother's cock. Then she looked at her brother's face. Then she looked at his cock again. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. She was wearing a shiny white brassiere, and Tommy knew he'd hear his mother bitching again, pretty soon. Terry was outgrowing another bra.
The low-cut center of her bra was leaking a lot of firm white flesh like vanilla ice cream just starting to melt.
Terry was still staring at his prick. "Well? I opened my blouse, and it doesn't look like it's changing much."
It was though. He could feel it, moving a little on his hand. Straightening out. Getting the kinks out. Getting it all together. His penis was about to become a cock.
"Joanie didn't wear a bra."
She tossed her head. "Joanie doesn't have anything to put in a bra!"
"Oh yes she does, and I'll bet they're firmer than yours, too," Tommy snapped, challenging her.
She gave him a dark-eyed look.
Then she jerked the blouse off and slung it over onto her bed; they were in her room and her math book was still open on the little desk in the corner.
Her tits bulged at him even more, trying to crowd over the rims of her bra-cups, when she arched her back in a little and bent forward a little and put her hands back behind her. There was a slightly strained, fixed expression on her face. Then her elbows jerked.
She had her bra-catches loose. Her jugs dropped, just a bit. He watched them, still holding his cock up so that its slitted little reddish eye could watch, too. He was impressed. It looked like maybe Terry's tits were as firm as Joanie's-and Terry had a lot more tit, too.
She wiped the bra-straps down her arms. Her luscious titty globes came tumbling free. They had dark, soft-looking nipples and they were very muscular, he could see that from the way they stood. But they were soft, too, and very jiggly. They trembled and swayed visibly with every breath she took and with her slightest little movement.
They jumped wildly when she turned to sling her bra after her blouse, onto the bed. Then she turned back to face him, naked from the waist up. She stared at his prick.
"Well?"
"Well," he said, "I take it back. I just didn't know. You don't even need a bra! You shouldn't wear one at all. Your titties are a lot better than Joanie's. Bigger and firmer, too."
"That's not what I meant," she said heatedly, but she smiled, looking very pleased. She nodded at his penis. "I meant your-hey!"
Tommy grinned. He stood there and looked at his sister's mouth-watering milk-wagons. And his cock came up. And kept coming up. And up.
"Wow," she breathed.
The helmet-headed, deeply pink shaft was belly-high and throbbing fearsomely. The slitted "eye" in its tip, a tip that was now a lot bigger and real silky looking, was bigger, too. And then ... and then it had a little film of moisture on it, like a tear.
She bent forward a little to study it. Her tits swung out from her and trembled in the air.
"See?" Tommy said proudly.
"Um-hmm ... but ... is that ... is that cum?"
"It's what comes out of it before the cum does," he told her. "I thinks its job is to oil up the ... the woman."
"That's really ... fascinating! Can-can I touch it?"
"Sure," he said, with a magnanimous wave of his hand. Big hero, letting a girl touch his old whang. Lord, she could touch it all she wanted! She and about ten dozen others, that would be fine with him!
Slowly, staring at his big prickhead, she put out a hand to touch it. It quivered, when she did.
"Oh! It's-it's so silky, Tommy!"
"Uh-hmm," he said, licking his lips. Hmm. She was touching his cock. That should make it all right for him to touch her titties. Surely she wouldn't squawk about that. They were so pretty.
Now her hand slid over the silky head and down onto the big thick shaft itself.
"My gosh," she said in a quiet, very impressed voice. "It-it's as big as my wrist-and it feels like it's got a bone in it!"
"Softer than your wrist," he said.
"Softer-oh, you mean the skin. Oh yes. Yes it is." Her hand moved restlessly on it. She just couldn't keep her fingers still. His big swollen prick felt so nice, so soft, and it was very warm, too. She liked it. She remembered:
"And you ... put this into Joanie Darrow?"
"I sure did," he nodded. He lowered his voice, still mighty impressed with himself. "I did a lot more than just put it in. I fucked her!"
A little tremble ran through Terry and she gazed at him, bright-eyed. "Did she ... like it?"
"Sure!" he laughed. Then, suddenly, he was looking hard at her.
Her hands rose nervously to her breasts. "Oh darn!" Then, more vehemently, she said, "Damn!"
"What's the matter?"
His sister sighed. "You wouldn't believe this, but. . . Mother checks me! Not all the time, I mean, but-she does. Every now and then. You know how she and Daddy are."
First her brother looked thoughtful, then rueful, then he scowled angrily. "Yeah. I know how they are. They're hardly ever around, for one thing!" He shook his head. "But-you mean Mother puts her finger in you, Terry? To see if you're still-if you've still got your cherry?"
She nodded. Her eyes were fixed on his cock. Now that she had remembered very positively that she couldn't have that big warm thing, she wanted it. She'd bet that pretty meat of his would feel real good, inside her. She licked her lips. Maybe ... maybe in her mouth...
"Yes," she said very quietly, "she does. Tommy?"
"Hmm?" He was staring hungrily at her tits.
"It, ah, feels sort of-you know, good, sometimes, when Mother puts a finger in me. I mean ... well, it feels good. I've done it too. I have to be careful. You know, that thing's there, and I don't want to break it." She shivered. "Mother'd KILL me!"
"And after that, Dad would!"
She almost chuckled. "And maybe Aunt Kitty, too." She closed her mouth and sighed. He wondered if she knew how her hands were playing over her pretty titties.
"I'll tell you what," her brother said. "Why don't I put my finger there. You know. I'll be careful, really. I wouldn't want to break it and get you in trouble with Mother. And you can play with me, too. like I do. You know. With your hand wrapped around it."
"It will go off that way, won't it?" She said. She was staring at her brother's heroic prong like her eyes were attached to it with invisible wires.
"Yes," he said, feeling a little lustful shiver go through him. The handsome, swollen shaft of his cock bobbed and jerked a little.
"Wow," she said in a small voice. "It looks ... alive!"
"Nobody'll be home for an hour at least," he said.
She looked at him. Slowly, they both grinned.
Then they both skinned out of their clothes. They went to the bed and she carefully unmade it. While she did, he stood there with his throat all dry, looking at her upturned bottom. The fleshy white balls of her butt jutted out, looking like they were just begging to be caressed-or grabbed.
His sister's pretty ass gave him an idea.
She turned around and put a hand on his thick, lengthy prong. He moved his hands slowly to her tits, and after her first little gasp, she smiled, sort of lazily.
She slid her hand gently up and down the warm shaft of his heavy cock while he played with her titties.
He clasped both the warm, full titty-shapes in his two hands and tugged a little. She sighed, sliding her fist along the thick shank of his prick. He thrust both her jugs high, pushing them up toward her face, higher and higher-and then he whipped his hands back from them. He smiled, watching them bounce and judder and bob all around as they flowed springily back into shape.
Eventually, with him messing around with her tits with his hands and his mouth and then with her gently-furred little cunt too, she pumped his handsome prong until it got hotter and hotter and pulsed harder and harder and then surprised her by shooting its sticky gift all over her thighs.
That's all they did that day. But they had begun. They came together again and again, in the afternoons and sometimes at night too, when their parents were out and their Aunt Kitty thought they were in their separate rooms, studying.
They learned a lot together, discovering little things, one by one and usually by accident.
If they were in Terry's room, they were always careful to make sure there was no sign of their sex play, when they stopped. Kitty and Terry shared the big bed. They had to, since the house had only two bedrooms but the Crawfords had turned the den into another bedroom, a small one, where Tommy slept.
And entertained his sister....
She kissed his cock, then tasted it, and decided she liked it. So she sort of held her mouth right at the end of the big reddish head while she jerked him off. It came in her mouth, shooting far in. She swallowed it down. She smiled. It tasted good. She liked the taste of cum.
After that she learned to lick and suck him off.
He tasted her lightly-furred, tight-lipped little pussy, too, and that was nice although she had to be sure there was no piss-smell there. That way it smelled all nice and sexy and very female. He began putting his tongue into it.
They played with each other's asses too, and once she wiggled a finger up into his anus while the sharp tip of her tongue slid over his fat eager prick, flickering over the engorged shaft of throbbing hardness. He groaned, jerked, and came, very quickly so that she had to gulp fast to keep from being drowned in cum.
After that she always played with his ass-hole when she sucked him off. So that she could have a similar experience, he played with hers and slipped a pussy-wet finger up into the tiny little hole. She gasped and lurched and panted.
"Hurt you?"
"A-a little-but don't stop! I LOVE it! Oh Tom-meeee! I LOVE it!"
Maybe she made some kind of a transfer. She couldn't have anything up her juicy little pink-flanged pussy-hole. But she could sure take a finger up the ass. Anyhow, she surprised them both.
Terry came, just from having his finger sliding in and out of her hot and tight little anus.
They were both very surprised, and they talked about it while she lay there panting and perspiring.
They were never sure which of them had the idea first, or who mentioned it first. It just seemed so obvious.
A cock was made to be put into something. She wanted it in her. But she didn't dare let him shove it up her soft, pulsing pussy. But-
So they tried it out.
He tried to get his cock in her ass-hole.
It hurt, hurt both of them, and they stopped and didn't mention it again, but they continued sticking fingers into each other's hot back passages. Then one night when he came grinning into her room, he found her rubbing her hands with lotion. He stopped, standing there staring at her. If he'd been a character in a comic strip, he'd have had one of those light bulbs over his head. Idea!
She rubbed his cock with lotion-smeared hands while he slipped a lotion-slick finger in and out between the twin white swells of her sexy ass. The lotion felt good on his throbbing meat, all cool and soothing and sexy-slippery, like the seething inside of Joanie Darrow's cunt. (Yes, he had been in it again. But he hadn't told Terry. He thought maybe it would make her feel bad, knowing that he had fucked the other girl but that she, Terry, couldn't get that winsome tool up her own hymen-sealed little snatch.)
They rubbed and rubbed each other with the lotion, and Terry was as willing to try it as he was. So she got on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees, with her calves and feet sticking out into the air-and her butt stuck up and out, too. She widened her thighs until he could see the pretty, fledgling purse of her cunt under her buttocks, between the very tops of her thighs.
But it wasn't her cunt he was interested in. Or rather, it wasn't her cunt he was going to do anything about, anyhow.
He stood behind her, his excited big lotion-gleaming cock bobbing up and down with the excited throbbing of his heart. Then, slowly, he introduced the big knobby head of his prick into the long crack and nudged the exposed hole between the two quivering, outthrust halves of her rump. Holding it steady with his hand, he pushed, slowly and carefully.
"Uh," she gasped. Then, "No no-don't stop...."
He didn't stop. He paused, just inside her anal ring that was being spread and strained by the fat round head of his tool. He was very still, waiting while she sighed again, setting her brain to try to conquer her own involuntary tensing up, inside her ass-hole.
Then he began pushing his cock into her ass.
The fat canopied head of his prong nudged, pushed, and vanished into the tight anal ring. The reddish-pinkish-brownish ring went a little paler as he stretched it. He went very slowly. His cock felt like he was pushing it into the smallest finger of a rubber glove filled with thick, warm pudding.
He felt her rectal muscles grab, and clutch his prickhead-and then begin to sag aside before its unflagging push.
The ring of muscles collapsed.
Squirming, pressing hard into the sheet with her hands, she made little groaning sounds as the big thick shaft of steely-hard flesh bored up into her anus, farther and farther.
Slowly her body opened, more and more, flowering around the thick helmet of his cock, and he pushed relentlessly on, watching with wide, excited eyes while his swollen whang eased and oozed up his sister's tight hot ass-hole.
The hair of his groin touched her buttocks:
"Oh ... oh, I can feel your hair!"
He smiled. He could look down and see it, the crinkly dark hairs of his crotch slowly flattening out into a mat against the uplifted white hills of her rump. Then his balls were against her.
He groaned when, balancing herself on knees and one hand, she reached back under herself to let her fingers roam over his dangling nuts. Her hand rose, inquisitively. She trembled.
"It's all in! It's all in me, all of it! Wow, it's great, I've got your whole cock up my ass!"
"How's it feel?"
She didn't hesitate. "BIG!"
He laughed, and after a few seconds she did, too. He was still standing there, unmoving, pausing with his meat just lying there within her warm tight anal channel.
"It feels GOOD!" she said next, exuberantly. "Does it to you?"
"Yes! It's wonderful. So tight!" He shivered. His hands slid over the upturned, tautened cheeks of her ass. "Now be real still. I'm going to start pulling it out."
"No, no, don't pull it out! It feels too good inside me! I like it, I want it in me, in me!"
He chuckled. He patted her buttocks. "I don't mean I'm going to pull it all the way out, honey. Just partway. So I can push it in again. So I can fuck you."
"Hey, good grief, I forgot! You're going to fuck me! You're really in me with your dick, and you're really going to fuck me at last!"
Laughing, he eased it back out of her. He watched, seeing more and more of his pulsing cockstaff come pulsing and sliding out between the bulging mountains of white flesh, oozing out of the valley of her ass. Now it was halfway out of her.
"Oh," he gasped, "I'm going to cum real fast!"
"Good! I can't wait to feel that hot juice up inside me!" She wiggled and tried to tighten up still more, to squeeze the burrowing shaft throbbing away inside her.
He began pushing it back into her, starting in to fuck the long hot channel of her ass-hole. His way was oiled nicely by the thick, creamy lotion that smelled sweet but looked and felt like cum.
This was nice, good, super-good and double-good. He felt like he could go through life happily, just fucking his sister's sweet tight hot little ass-hole!
She must have felt the same way. Suddenly she let out a loud groaning moan. A long tremor ran through her naked, bowed body.
Then she lashed into a spastic, out-of-control jerking and wiggling and backward hunching, determined to fill herself absolutely with his flesh and then with his surging cum.
It went all the way into her again. Both of them shivered and sighed, feeling the intensely hot and urgent chunk of meat buried in the narrow warm slit between her ass-cheeks.
His next push-pull action brought a synchronous gasp from them both. He went in still faster, with still more ease. He smiled, watching with wide eyes, looking down the valley between her squirmy white buttocks to see his long thick prick sink into the furry balls while she trembled and swayed her upturned butt back and forth, squirming and clutching the bedsheet tightly with curling clawing fingers.
His pulsing prick felt like it was expanding more and more with each deep long thrust up the hot wet cavity of her delicate and tightly-gripping ass-hole.
"I can feel it getting bigger!" she cried.
"Yeah. It's ... I'm ... I'm getting ready ... to ... to cum!"
With a little squeal, she began fucking her ass on his cock, shoving herself back and forth on the edge of the bed and ramming her long snug anal tunnel up and down the throbbing joint that was widening and grating over the warm folds of her inner rectal channel.
"Oh!" he cried out, stiffening and suddenly jerking hard so that his crotch was spanking her ass-cheeks. "Oh-ah, ah, ah ... ahhhhh!"
His seething semen gushed forth from him, quickly filling the little canal of her ass, spurting and pouring cum up into her bowels-and, weirdly, almost miraculously, touching her off.
She came with him. Her pussy had not been touched. Neither one of them had even so much as touched her clitoris. But she came, just the same. From being fucked up the ass-hole. From the sudden hot feel of his cocky gun shooting off up her ass-hole.
He was very weak, and his legs were shaking, but she was so tight that his cock wouldn't go down. After sagging weakly over her back and playing with her titties a while, hanging down all sexy with fattened nipples, he started fucking her again.
He fucked her that second time until they were both sighing and sweating and gasping. He didn't cum again, though, which was how he learned the simple fact that, even though he was potent and maybe even super-potent, he couldn't shoot off a second or third time until his prick had had a chance to sag and then grow again.
But it was glorious, and both of them loved it, and after that he fucked his sister's ass very regularly.
They laughed together the day she told him her mother had come in just as she was emerging from the shower, and that once again Margie Crawford had sneakily checked her daughter's cunt. And once again, of course, she was delighted to find her daughter still had her cherry. i
CHAPTER TWO
Paul and Margie Crawford had no idea of the games their son and daughter were playing.
Neither did the person most often with-or rather in the same house with-Tommy and Terry Crawford. Their eighteen-year-old cousin, whom they called Aunt Kitty.
Kitty McGuire had a secret or two, also. For one thing, she indulged in what the shrinks called "erotic fantasies." She couldn't help it. The thoughts and pictures just came into her mind, and she even had dreams about it.
She was ashamed, but she dreamed of Tommy ... and she just couldn't keep her eyes off his bulging crotch....
One of her fantasies was that he came to her room and she taught him all about sex. He showed her his cock, which was long and thick and sort of red, very beautiful and with a big swollen throbbing head that she just loved to see. She played with it, in her dreams. She stroked it and sucked it and rubbed it against herself and ... he screwed her with it.
That , made her shiver, that last. There was something else about her that a lot of people wouldn't have suspected. She was eighteen years old, and this was the 1970's. But-she still had her cherry. She had never been fucked, never balled.
She didn't even want Clint Moore to know about that. It wasn't as if he had tried to screw her or anything. But she was embarrassed for him to know that she was a virgin.
She thought about him too. And about his cock. But Tommy wore tighter pants, and she saw him more often, and there was something about young cock that was so exciting ... boys, a boy like Tommy, all slim and sort of hard, with a flat stomach and lengthening legs and tight-crotched pants, plenty of hair on his head and his round handsome ass, not yet flattened out like an older man's or gone all to muscle....
She would suck his darling thick pink tool avidly, sweetly, pulling that rigid prong ever deeper into the wet warm hole of her face....
With a shiver, she slipped her hands down to play with the bulging full ridge of her uncocked pussy.
How would it feel? she wondered, that bulge in his pants that she knew would be a beautiful long woman-pleaser of a prick. How would it feel, sliding into her here, slipping up into the honeyed softness of her slippery cunt, pushing in and out and in and out and in and out?. . .
Shivering, she stood right there in the big sprawling "store," a place like a barn full of rolled carpets, and hunched against the end of a rolled length of red furry carpeting that was thicker than she was. It felt great, sliding over her pussy....
She jerked back, hoping he hadn't realized what he was doing, when Clint Moore came smiling up. He was tall but not as much as six feet, and he always dressed nicely and usually wore an easy smile on his open face. He had started growing a mustache, a little redder than his brown hair. She hadn't yet decided whether she liked it or not, but she could understand that a man would want to ... sort of experiment with his face.
Andy O'Hare had a beard, which he kept carefully trimmed, but he always grinned and said "If God had intended man to shave every day, he'd have given us less hair and sharper fingernails!"
And now she'd been hunching the end of the roll of red carpet, and here came Clint Moore, grinning, wearing his fledgling red mustache, and she hoped he had not seen what she'd been doing. She felt the rising of heat to her face and knew she was reddening.
"Slow day," he said, "slow day, Kitty. Listen, why don't I come pick you up tonight at eight or so? There's a Chicago concert at the Collins Fieldhouse I'll bet we'd both enjoy."
She sighed. "Oh Clint I'm sorry-Uncle Paul and Aunt Margie are going out to dinner tonight, and I have to fix supper for the children and-"
"-and babysit with the brats again, free!"
"Please don't call them brats," she insisted. "They're very nice children." Children ... she had a sudden vision of the cocky bulge in Tommy's tight pants....
"I guess I shouldn't," Clint said. "But I should say even worse things about your uncle and aunt. They're keeping you from having a life of your own, Kitty."
She had thought the very same thing herself, and more than once. But somehow she couldn't allow someone else, an outsider to say it, not even Clint Moore. She shook her head and looked at him with a trace of anger.
"Clint! They took me in when my parents were killed. They didn't have to! I'd have been ... I'd have gone into an orphanage, otherwise. Don't talk about them that way."
He relented. "I'm sorry, Kitty," he said quietly, touching her hand. It sort of tingled. "I know. But I do think you're more than repaying any debt you might have to them. You're both a mother and a father to those two kids."
She looked down, and Clint sighed again, touched her hand again, and walked away; the door had jingled, meaning a customer was coming in.
She tried to mask her disappointment at having had to pass up another chance to go out with him. Paul and Margie Crawford were getting ready to go when she got home, and the kids were clamoring about supper. She gave them each a little job to do, something their parents never seemed to think of. She also noticed how tight Tommy's pants were, especially in the crotch.
She was just beginning to become aware that her Uncle Paul noticed and watched her the same way, although his eyes were not directed solely at the upside-down V of her legs. His accidentally coming in on her in the bathroom last week, when she'd been examining a little mole or pimple or something on her left breast. . . that she tried not to think about. He had apologized, and left hurriedly-but he'd certainly done a lot of looking at her. She had been wearing panties and brassiere, with the left shoulder-strap down. She had been terribly embarrassed.
He had not said anything about it, after, and naturally she hadn't either. But he'd been watching her even more, since then. It was as though he had just realized, seeing her nearly nude in tight-fitting underwear, that she was no longer a child. True, she was rather tall and not at all voluptuous, almost boyish in hips and buttocks and certainly not what could be called titsy (like Terry!).
But she was young, and quite female, and Aunt Margie was getting pretty ... plump, to be nice about it.
They left, with Aunt Margie displaying a lot of tit in a scoop-necked black dress. Kitty and the kids ate supper, talking a little but once they'd cleared and cleaned up the dishes, they both mentioned quite a bit of homework. They went upstairs, separately.
Kitty tried to read, with the radio on, but that didn't work out. She was restless. She kept thinking about Clint. . . but the visions she saw inside the little TV screen of her brain were of cocks, young male organs, and Tommy Crawford's tight chinos.
She turned on the TV. Oh yes, it was that modern thing about the vampire in Los Angeles or San Francisco, she forgot which. She'd already seen it, first time around last Fall. It was scary. Nobody believed in the vampire but the newspaper reporter, and she knew how it came out. The police would say that he was technically guilty of murder but they'd forget it-if he swallowed the story and never said a word about the vampire.
That made it even scarier, as if maybe there were vampires, right now, and the only reason no one knew it was that all the stories were hushed up, just like the TV movie.
Kitty looked at it again. There was also something ... sexy about vampires. The women so obviously completely in his power ... the way they opened their negligees or gowns, drawing it back at the top to expose their necks-and usually the upper portion of their breasts, too....
It both scared Kitty and made her feel sexy. Sometimes the two went together.
Clint, she was sure, would protect her if only they could get together more often and get to know each other better. He could help her get over this shameful Thing she had about young-stuff cocks, too!
Alone, she sat there and watched the rerun. She got up once to make sure the front and back doors were both securely closed, and locked.
All was quiet upstairs. She didn't know if the kids were asleep or still working on their studies. They were both big enough not to be told to go to bed, now. Tommy was certainly big enough ... for a lot of things....
Trying to get her mind back onto Clint and the movie, she sat on the couch and idly ran her hand up between her thighs, toying with herself without really thinking about it. Her hand felt so good on her bulging and nicely-furred young pussy.
Thinking about Clint's hand there, she shivered almost violently.
After practically beating off his step-sister-for the umpteenth time, and he was weakening-Clint sat and tried to watch the vampire thing on the ABC channel. He had missed it last Fall. It wasn't bad. He kept seeing himself as the poor newspaper guy, slowly realizing that there was an ancient Transylvanian horror loose right now, and also seeing, in his mind, that sweet Kitty McGuire as the heroine.
Unfortunately his step-sister's image kept bobbing up inside his head. She was so ... available!
Obviously really hung-up on him, Dawn was a little doll. She was just at the age where she was really becoming aware of males. All males. Naturally enough, at thirteen she felt far older than the males her age, who were turned on to things like basketball, baseball, football, depending on the time of year.
She was also budding nicely. Although she was still pretty slim in the hips and boyishly rounded in the butt, she was developing another pair of round bumps in her blouses and showed promise of having a better figure, one of these days, than Kitty.
With him so attracted to Kitty and feeling pretty horny, Dawn and her obvious fascination with him and availability to him was beginning to get to him.
He hoped something would break soon, with Kitty. Or that Dawn would stop her obvious efforts to make out with him. Otherwise he was going to wind up banging his stepmother's daughter, which would be a hell of a note! Things were bad enough around here already-both he and his youngish stepmother knew damned well his father was playing around. He didn't bowl and play poker all these nights he was out!
Clint's father's first wife had divorced him because she had caught him balling Lana. Then he and Lana had married, and she had brought her daughter Dawn into the house Clint still shared with his father. His father was either thirty-nine or forty, Clint could never remember which, and the old man was beginning to get standoffish about admitting his age.
Lana, knocked up on her second fuck, at age fourteen, was only twenty-eight. And still damned attractive, slender and blonde and with sexy gray-blue eyes she knew how to use. And history was repeating itself. The man she had taken away from another woman was now playing around, cheating on her.
Evidently, Clint thought, the old man just couldn't help himself. He was a cocksman.
And now ... Clint closed his eyes and felt guilty. Now things were really getting screwed up. If only he hadn't succumbed that first time....
But he had. He and Lana had made it. He knew his father didn't know about it, and he could only hope her daughter, the wiggly little Dawn, didn't!
Yet Clint couldn't feel totally bad, or painfully guilty. Lana was the kind of woman who needed sex. She needed the security of it, too, of being wanted and needed by a man. And her husband was cheating on her, and she knew it. So she had sort of seduced Clint, her husband's son; he was only six years younger than she was.
It seemed almost ... fair, to both Clint and Lana.
But he wondered what the fuck his father would do if he ever found out his own son was balling his second wife!
Clint woke up to the fact that he wasn't paying any attention to the movie. He got up angrily and switched it off. Then he got a glass of water and went up to his room. It was dark, and he closed the door behind him before he switched on the light.
He had his hand on the switch when he heard Lana's voice.
"Just leave the light off, baby," Lana said softly from his bed, "and come here to mama."
Tommy Crawford was pissed off.
Terry was not only about to have her period, and bitchy as usual, she was sleepy, and she just wasn't interested in sex tonight. Tommy felt like a goddamn husband, or something. Imagine-his own sister locking him out of her room!
So he stood it as long as he could, then he went in and had a shower. He heard the TV as he entered the bathroom and closed the door. He had the shower, but that still didn't cool him off much. He was standing there playing with himself when the door opened and Kitty came in.
They stood there and stared at each other. Her eyes dropped. As if struck dumb, she stood there and stared at his half hard-on. Her eyes were fixed and bright. He watched her tongue come out and lick her lips. His heart started pounding. Kitty!
Her own emotions and instincts were painfully mixed. She should have said "Oh gosh, I'm sorry" or something like that and backed out, fast.
But his cock drew her eyes like a magnet. Her breasts went tight and the nipples felt like knots and there was a deep-seated itch in her cunt. Her stomach tightened up almost painfully.
She tried to cover up.
"What do you think you're doing, anyhow?" she snapped, like an angry parent.
"Nothing. I just had a shower."
"Well ... but. . . " She trembled. She licked her lips again. Her knees were turning to jelly. Her nipples hurt. Her mouth felt all dry. What a pretty thing that was there between his legs, all long and smooth-looking with just the hint of the shiny round tip showing through the little hole in the end of his foreskin!
She wondered what the head of his dong, the "glans penis," looked like when it came slipping pinkly out of that darker foreskin. Pretty ... big and round ... soft and smooth ... faintly heart-shaped....
His pretty balls were high and round and tight, lightly-haired and attractive, looking like two lovely morsels that would feel like those red rubber balls on rubber string, attached to little wooden paddles. She had a sudden strange thought she tried to get rid of: What would they feel like ... inside her mouth?
Would they fit in there? Would it hurt him?
Suddenly the fascination was too much. She forgot all about where they were and who they were. She was at last seeing the thing that made the fascinating bulge in his pants.
She moved quickly to him. He gasped when her hand wrapped itself around his prick. Her fingers were very warm, almost hot, and a little sweaty.
"Were you playing with yourself, young man?"
"N-no, no, nothing like that!"
She flexed her arm and made his cock shake in her hand. His livid, pulsating, beautiful young prick....
"I'll bet you were! That's sinful, Tommy!"
He shook his head. "Don't be so old-fashioned," he said. "Nobody believes that anymore."
"We-ell, it. . . it's bad for your health," she said rather desperately, with her hand still wrapped around the thick throbbing weight of his penis.
"Kitty! It is not! That is old-fashioned, wow! We're having a sex education class, you know! I'm no dummy!"
"Well I. . . I. . . " She was frightfully flushed and her heart was pounding away in her breast. She could feel his heartbeat too, in his winsome young corker. Her legs went suddenly very weak.
She sank down onto the toilet. Fortunately, the seats were closed down. His mother had sat there more than once, with him standing here naked just as he was now. She had washed and dried him. But not for years. He'd been a lot smaller, then. Both in size and in the crotch.
Right now the lovely big life-giving staff jutting from his crotch was right on a level with Kitty's face.
She couldn't help it. She just gave up. It was as if she sagged weakly, all inside herself. She had her hand on his prick. She slid it backward, slowly. She stared. The loose skin pulled, grew tauter and tauter. She watched the slow emergence of the head, a meaty rosebud that glistened in the bathroom light. She stared at it. A tremendous lump rose in her throat and she swallowed, hard.
She pushed her hand farther back along the loose-skinned asparagus stalk. The skin got tighter. The stalk got thicker and longer. More and more of the slit-tipped head emerged, right before her face.
She felt the hair of his groin, tickling her knuckles and the backs of her fingers. She felt her fingers nudging into his tight young balls.
The whole end of his prick came out now, a silky crown that looked so luscious and inviting, so appealing in its strength and yet its vulnerable maleness ... .
He heard her suck up a long breath and heave it out in a sigh that whistled a little as it came gushing out of her. He felt the rushing air over the head of his prick. It lurched, in her hands-and then he lurched, for her fingers were moving gently, gently over his swollen pouch of egg-shaped rocks, fondling his balls, and the crown of his cock was only inches away from her pretty mouth....
He moved a little closer, automatically. He couldn't help himself.
Neither could the seated young woman. Her hand tightened on the thickening shank of his meat. Her fingers scrabbled at his nuts. Her mouth came open. She slid her hand forward, up the staff, and watched the loose foreskin slide up to cover the nut-like head, then peel back once more to unveil his masculine beauty to her eyes as she ran her hand back down.
She saw now that his cockhead was moist, right at the end. Clear lubricating juice had started oozing out, hopefully. It formed a quivering pearl just at the very end of his cock, which pulsed warmly and excitedly in her hand. Her lips trembled. She trembled, as a matter-of-fact, all over. Even he could feel it, in the tremor of her moist warm hand all around his tortured, tingling cock.
Her tongue came running out to slip softly and sexily over it, and in that instant both of them were lost. He sighed and trembled, feeling that dainty tongue running over his most intimate flesh. The loving lingual caresses made his cock swollen and extended and livid and fiery, almost immediately.
Her nostrils flared and quivered. She had got all the moisture off the tip of his cock, but she couldn't stop now. Her tongue swooped happily down the bulging vein that ran all the way up the underside. He groaned aloud, and she felt very happy and elated at that sure evidence of her female power over him, Oh how I love young sweet thick juicy boy's cocks!
She had to have it. It was too good, too good. She licked it and licked it. Her fingers slid down to fondle and play with his furry balls. They felt very tight. Full of sperm.
Her fingers were very warm on his nuts, pressing and cupping them lovingly. Her crooning little groan found an answer as a moan slipped up from his throat. His legs quivered. He pushed his darling pecker eagerly toward her face. She licked it just as eagerly.
He gasped and groaned, straining forward to his seated cock-licker. Now his whole sexily swollen length was glistening with her saliva. His eyes were wide in surprise and excitedly fast-rising lust.
"Ummmm-m-mmm!" she sighed, starting to tilt her head to lick all around and around the big swollen head that was now far too fat and filled with blood to stay inside its loose-skinned sheath of foreskin. Her tongue ran over that rumpled, soft skin. She loved it, loved it!
She loved it-and so did he. Bolder now that she had begun it, he reached out for her head.
Reaching past her intent face, he slipped his hands into her soft tendrilly hair. He clasped his hands firmly alongside her head. A moan started out of her mouth-and then he arched his long thickly swollen chunk of male meat into her face and began thrusting in and out of the warm moist opening of her mouth.
She quivered and pushed briefly at his legs. Then she opened her mouth wider and began fondling his scrotum again, rolling the nuts around inside like oversized marbles put there for her amusement. Now she was just as willing as he was to have the big shaft of his penis fucking her face, steadily expanding inside her head, slipping around in the slippery softness between her wriggling, wet tongue and the rather rough roof of her mouth, sliding and filling her gulping hot slippery mouth, eagerly and warmly fucking her willing face.
His tight, swinging balls swung back and forth from his body to hers, beating a steady rhythm of passion against the point of her chin.
He hunched and grunted, being licked and sucked and himself straining wildly to plunge himself ever deeper into the hot hole of her gaping mouth.
Learning instinctively and almost overwhelmed with passionate eagerness, she did something his sister had never been able to do. She accepted and tried to devour the full length of him, right up to the hilt, until her flaring nostrils were pressed into the fleece of his crotch and she had the head of his cock in her throat.
It was a strange sight that Terry saw, when she awoke and had to go to the bathroom. She stopped outside, rather than going in. She stared.
There sat the young woman she called "Aunt" Kitty. Fully clothed, she sat on the closed toilet. Her legs were open. Between them stood her considerably younger charge. By contrast to her completely covered body, he was totally naked.
And his cock was in her mouth. His hands were on her head, the fingers slipping about up under her hair, pressing her skull. His tight young buttocks worked strongly, repeatedly pushing his prong past her lips and teeth into the warm hollow of her mouth, the open channel between her cheeks.
Terry quivered excitedly. Then she thrust a hand down into the panties of her baby doll pajamas, found her swollen little vulva, and slithered her finger in between the close-pressed lips.
It was already wet! She was excited, watching her brother get himself sucked off by their guardian!
She tickled her fingertip around inside the wet, now gaping lips. She had to bite back the little sighing moans of pleasure as she felt the licking little flames start running all through her.
She saw her brother's eyes widening in lust. He was pumping his body against the wet mouth and worshipful tongue wrapped around his long thick red prick. The liquid, soft heat inside her head bathed the cocky staff she pumped steadily with throat and lips.
Terry's pelvic muscles jerked in uncontrollable spasms as she probed her slithery clitoris with her own pussy-slick fingers.
Now Kitty had wrapped her arms around the boy's waist to fill her ravenous mouth even fuller of his full thick length. Gripping her head between his hands, he pushed deeply with equal enthusiasm and failing control. His bulging cockhead was lodged way in the back of her mouth, in the entrance to her throat, and he could feel her busy wiggling tongue slithering over the very base of the deeply-planted shaft.
Kitty could not stop. She felt the lurching of his body against her face. The pressure of his hands on either side of her head was a beloved security, a feeling of being wanted. She loved the intensely male aroma of his crotch, her nose planted in the twining hairs. She knew that the steaming lava of his passion was boiling, down in the sweet hard balls she toyed with, that if she didn't stop it would come rushing up and blast out of his gorgeous cock and into her gulping throat.
That thought didn't stop her.
She wanted it.
She had no idea that Terry was busily, shakily strumming her clit just a few feet away, watching them with sparkling eyes. Kitty sucked hard, tugging strongly at the rock-hard and nearly overpowering shaft her mouth held willing prisoner.
She sucked, and sucked, and then he groaned aloud and jerked and suddenly his big tool was even bigger inside the hollow of her head and now it was shooting off to engulf her mouth in a sudden flood of warm thick fluid. She had to gulp and swallow, either that or have cum get into her nose.
Thickly, the hot milk spurted and throbbed up her tongue and poured simmering down her hard-working throat into her belly.
Semen drooled out of her mouth and over her strained and swollen lips as his spent prick began sliding slowly, tiredly out of her well-fucked face. Her eyes opened for the first time in a long while.
What have I done, she thought miserably. My uncle's son!
She trembled all over. His limp prick, deflated by her mouth and emptied down her throat, left her face and flopped back against his emptied balls. It was bound to her by a barely-visible thread of stretched semen that shimmered in the light like one strand of a dewy spider web.
Then Terry, cumming, staggered. Her knee struck the door painfully. It swung open. Kitty looked up with wide eyes and Tommy twisted his head to stare at his shivering, jerking sister.
The two of them watched her finish tickling her clit until her tight little pussy-slit began oozing clear fluid down her inner thighs as she came and came.
CHAPTER THREE
At almost the same time, Clint Moore's sexy stepmother was wildly fucking herself on his big pounding cock. She was only six years older than he was, and she was not yet thirty, but she loved the thought of being balled by a younger man-and her own husband's son, at that! It served the bastard right, running around on her!
Her hands had slipped down to his waist, and she gripped him there, just above his hips, hanging on while she fucked herself up and down on his fat hard meat.
He was thrusting hard, gripping her shoulders and shoving at the base of the bed with his toes, ramming her deep and trying to drown her in a rising flood of lust. She loved it. She moaned and jerked happily beneath him. Her body loved it. She swallowed "Up his shaft in her hot clasping cunt, and he felt the warm, wet inner muscles of her clever pussy, clenching and drawing strongly at him.
It was a great hot bulge in her belly, way up inside her and rooting to get even farther up her belly.
Her hands leaped up to pinch his tight little nipples. Their bodies slammed and slapped loudly together like a pair of flesh-coated, overcharged magnets. The heavy swollen pole of his penis matted her curly pubic hair with its frenetic lunges in and out of her warm silken body.
His bedroom was dark. Unable to refuse, he had undressed quickly after he had entered and she had spoken lazily and sexily from his bed, having sneaked into his room and into his bed while he wrestled with his desires and confused feelings downstairs. Then he had slipped in beside her and she had grabbed him instantly. She was bare-ass naked and he could feel the soft-skinned firm-fleshed balls of her tits against his chest. The nipples zipped around in his light chest-hair and grew steadily. She hunched her fuzzy and definitely bulging crotch strongly against his thigh and her hand was between them, fondling him, pulling and tugging at his cock and balls, hunching him, pulling his prong to her and rubbing its slick sensitive head over the hair-framed slit of her thirsty pussy.
She herself had united them, tucking him in, poking his lust-hard and burning shaft into the slitted entry to her churning vaginal deeps. The already wet inner muscles tightened like silken bands about his entrenched poker. Her nipples were hard and fat, high-standing pink buds that punched into his chest to telegraph her sensual excitement and extreme arousal.
"Get on me," she grunted, clutching him strongly, "and mash my ass into the bed! Hump me good, baby, O fuck me fuck me, you darling big stud!"
He flopped atop her, trying to hurt her, and she chuckled aloud and squirmed her ass in an effort to bounce him up and down on her sprawled and cock-filled body. His flesh was a hard, urgent weight on her-and she loved it that way. She liked to feel her man. She liked to feel herself taken, used, beautifully and deeply and violently fucked, as violently as she could egg him on to laying it to her.
She knew how to clamp down inside, despite her age and the fact she'd birthed a baby thirteen years ago, and she could make the soft wet folds inside her fuck-hole, the inner walls of her pussy cling to his hard and anxiously-ramming prick.
Poling it strongly in and out of her hot hole, he leaned down to suck on her shimmying titties, making her shiver and emit soft moans of erotic impatience.
"Talk to me," she gasped. "Talk to me, baby! Tell it to me while you sock it to me!"
He knew why she made that demand. It was not just that she loved what small minds called "dirty" talk. There was more: His voice sounded almost exactly like his father's, and she could lie here in the dark and pretend that her man was not out balling someone else.
Clint didn't mind. The darkness helped him, too. He wondered what the woman beneath him, his father's soft blonde wife, would think if she knew he was balling her-and thinking of someone else! In the dark, Clint could believe that he was at last enjoying the feel of Kitty's body under his and her tight slitted pussy hugging his eager ramrod.
"Fuck you," he said, pounding hard. "Fuck you, fuck your big wet pussy, nail your fat ass to the bed, fuck you hard and deep and fast, cunt, you sexy damned cunt!"
She groaned. His. words sent hot bursts of excitement charging through her like electric shocks. Little animal grunts formed in her throat and rose to trickle out of her open mouth. She delighted in his words, the smell of his sweat, the slap of his hard strong young body on hers, the cruel impalement of her open cleft.
Imbedded tightly in the soft sexy haven, he rummaged her with the hot, flesh-spreading mass of his meat' and arched his body over hers on his hands while he put it to her hard and deep.
"Fuck you, fuck your slimy pussy you squirmy whore," he snarled, pounding up and down and trying to smash her jiggly sweaty tits.
She loved it. She crooned out her delight at his insultingly sexy words, sending masochistic thrills surging through and through her. Her hands clutched and dug at him, urging him on, goading him to greater efforts in reaming out her needy passage.
He tried to nail her to the bed, hammering the big hunk of his meat into the slice between her twitching thighs and drubbing away at her squirmy vaginal insides.
At the last minute, grinning, he jerked it out of her and clamped his ass-cheeks hard together.
Then he shot off all over her tits and belly while his balls slapped against the narrow pink slit between her sweat-slick thighs.
Helplessly, Kitty watched the two kids, brother and sister, Terry and Tommy, fourteen and fifteen.
They had her now. She had sucked Tommy off and Terry had seen them, busily rubbing her own hardly-hairy little slit until she had got her rocks off at almost the same instant her brother had creamed off down the throat of their guardian and constant mother-substitute.
She was nervous and fearful. They could get her into so much trouble she didn't even want to think about it!
So she had agreed to watch them show her what they had learned together. Now she sat in the flowered chair in the room she shared with Terry, titsy young Terry, and she watched them with wide unbelieving eyes.
She just didn't know it was possible. Or had not known, rather. Now she could be sure. Now she had seen it happen, was seeing it happen!
She had seen him, watched him move to stick his horny and super-potent young prick up his sister's ass. She had watched with bulging eyes and gaping mouth while the blood-suffused head vanished as he shoved it in and into the burning little vault of the kneeling girl's anus.
The coiled little hole in the center of her buttock's valley opened more and more as he thrust. His hard thick lividly-red tool speared into her and was gone, almost in an instant, and in that instant Kitty knew that Tommy had fucked his sister's ass many times previously.
She didn't know whether to be horrified or delighted, for there was an exciting truth in Terry's words as she twisted her neck to look around at her seated cousin, the cousin she called "aunt."
"This way we can both just fuck and fuck, see," Terry said delightedly, "and never get into any trouble-and I've still got my cherry!"
They giggled together, two happy kids making delighted sexual love together and hurting absolutely nobody.
Kitty was so charged up with the words and the thought and what she saw that she was sure her cunt was runny and her panties were getting sodden where they stretched tight around the soft hair-lined bulge of her vulva.
She wasn't able to keep herself from wondering.
What would it feel like to have that beautiful big prick puncturing her cringing, virginal ass-hole?
Would it hurt? Would the cock of an older lover, like Clint of course, hurt worse?
Could she really take a cock up into her body, the way Terry was, and still be perfectly safe and secure?
Now it was a grinning Tommy who turned his head to look at her.
"You look hot, Aunt Kitty," he smiled at her. "Why don't you get out of some of your clothes?"
"Come on, Kitty," Terry said, sighing and pushing backward. "Join us. It feels so good, getting out of all your clothes!"
Kitty's hands wavered, fingertips fluttering at her blouse. "I ... but...."
"Ah, come on," Tommy said. "We love you. We know your titties aren't as big as Terry's. So what? I'll bet you've got a lot more fur than she has!"
He pushed and pulled, wiggling his hips, trying to make his big hot prick bang around inside the hot ass-hole he was fucking. She grunted and shivered, feeling him way up in her, punching his relentless way up the yielding, satiny tunnel of her back.
Staring, acting like she was hypnotized, Kitty slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't wear a bra. She didn't have to. She wasn't equipped with big pushy floppy fat-sided jugs the way Terry was. She heard the smacks of Tommy's groin against his sister's thighs, cracking back from the walls like pistol-shots.
Ecstatic sounds gurgled from the kneeling girl's mouth. Her tits swung loosely around beneath her bowed body. The nipples were fat and dark, all swollen and seeming to yearn downward for the pressure of the sheet. Kitty bet they felt heavy, terribly heavy, those big floppy white knockers that swung around beneath the ass-fucked girl.
Tommy held her with the firm, outthrust halves of her ass cradled between his palms, clamped in his fingers, while he screwed into a sexy tight hot channel that encased him like heated rubber. A heated rubber tube clamped all around his hard, driving penis.
Hardly realizing what she was doing, Kitty had leaned forward in the chair so as to peel off her blouse. She was naked from the waist up, her brownish nipples standing out from the rounded bulges of her chest. Shivering, she slipped her hands down to open her skirt. Her eyes never left the activity on the bed.
Terry was moving, jerking herself around against her brother's groin with involuntary twitches of her hips and impaled ass. Her buttocks jumped and juddered as he rammed himself into the wet tight slot between their curving white shapes.
Kitty could only imagine the full, glorious feeling of that darling big thick love muscle way up inside her quivering, terribly hot body.
All of a sudden she knew she wanted it. She wanted cock. She wanted it in her. Yes! She needed it!
Her skirt plunged down her long slim legs, not hanging at all on the angular slimness of her long hips. Now encased only in her tight pink nylon panties, stretched in danger of bursting over her skin, her buttocks bunched and huddled together as she thought about the hot stuffed feeling of that great fleshy shaft of his, caught in the overwhelming snug grasp of her virgin ass-hole.
She had been moving toward the bed, hardly even aware of it.
"Umm, beautiful," Terry said, looking around at her.
"Wow," Tommy breathed, pausing in his hunching into the tightness of his sister's anus. He stared at the pink-pantied purse between the tops of Kitty's sleek thighs. "There's such a bulge there you look like you've got a cock-and I can see your pretty hair right through your panties!"
Kitty colored a little. Now she could see the thick, stalk-like base of his cock, all dark red and swollen, emerging from the diminutive hole it had so tremendously widened. It looked ... beautiful! She smiled. How warm it must feel to Terry, with his thighs and crotch all firmly pressed against the sensitive cheeks of her buttocks!
"What. . . what does that feel like, Terry?" Kitty asked.
Tommy didn't wait for his sister to answer. "Wonderful!" he burst out, hunching hard.
"Wonderful," the girl echoed, nodding vigorously. "Are you planning on keeping your panties on all night?"
Shaking her head, Kitty skinned out of them. She revealed to both the excited younger people the thick, profuse dark foliage that totally concealed the plump fleshy bulge of her pussy. It was out of sight beneath a veritable forest of Venus curls that excited Tommy and made his sister sigh with envy.
"Wow," Terry said, "I'll bet your lovers've had to peel all that fur aside with both hands to get their peckers up you, Kitty!"
"I-I've never-no one's ever touched me there," Kitty said with a little flush.
Tommy slipped a hand off his sister's naked ass and reached out to grasp the thick hair of Kitty's cunt. She gasped and emitted a little squeal as he tugged at it.
"Umm," the precocious boy hummed, "I'd like to watch my didler diddling in and out of this!" "Tommy!" Kitty gasped.
"Tommy!" his sister snapped. "You're supposed to be fucking me!"
He laughed and snapped his crotch so hard against her ass that she slipped and fell forward.
"Ye-e-e-eeek-guunnnh!" First she cried out as she fell and her overblown tits squashed onto the bed, then she grunted loudly when he came down atop her and it felt like his big hard prong was going all the way up into her intestine.
She flailed around, jerking and squirming, but he slipped both hands beneath her to grasp her reddened, swollen cunt lips and pounded his big dork in and out of her ass-hole with tremendous surges. The slap of flesh was very loud in the room and now Kitty could not take her eyes off the up and down bobbing ass before her-Tommy's, not Terry's. Terry was crushed and nearly invisible under him.
Kitty watched the twinned, exciting boyish cheeks tighten up and she saw the long shudder run all the way up his back. She heard his groan. His arms quivered and jerked as he ground his fingers up into his sister's clitoris while he fucked his passion pole stoutly in and out of her ass-hole. Then his ass-cheeks clamped so tightly together that the pretty pink crease down their center almost vanished.
Kitty's finger went automatically down between her thighs and she began pushing her clitty around. More and more of the little cock-imitating button came shoving forth, out between the top of her cunt lips.
Terry squealed and went limp, with sweat gushing from her armpits and thicker fluid gushing down out of her still-virgin cunt. Then the end came for her brother, too, suddenly and ecstatically. His deeply-planted cock began ramming hot cum up her ass-hole.
"Ah-ummm-ahhhh," she gasped, jerking and groaning beneath him. She felt it coming in, a hot glutinous burst of liquid that rushed like a waterfall and left him weak, sagging onto her in total exhaustion.
Kitty sank weakly to her knees beside the bed with her eyes on his handsome young ass. Sweat glistened on its hairless mounds. Her hand pumped steadily away at her throbbing clitoral bud, sending hot wet gushes juicing about inside her. Her belly rippled and her nipples thrummed against the bed and her ass-cheeks tightened up to shove her against the bed.
She had never felt so left out and hung-up in all her life.
CHAPTER FOUR
After that night, which served as a sort of introduction, Kitty didn't think so much about the bulge in her younger cousin's pants.
Now, even while she was at work, she couldn't keep the new visions out of her head.
She wasn't seeing or thinking about the bulge anymore. Now she thought about the cause of that bulge, the root of it, and she had mental visions of it. In living color.
What she saw now, of course, was that warmth-seeking missile of Tommy's. The full, thrusting-throbbing, turgidly swollen shaft of reddish-purplish flesh that stood up so proudly and arrogantly above his furry, dangling ball-bag.
She could see, in her mind's eye, the spreading shape of the head, sort of like a pale plum or a helmet, although it was slightly pointed and she could well remember the gently slitted little cum-hole right in the very tip, wreathed all around with the light rumply skin that normally covered it-like a fleshy dagger in a form fitting sheath.
Then the sweet little sack beneath-well, she remembered, it wasn't all that little!-with its light covering of curling hairs like silken threads. Inside were the power of his young manhood, his masculinity, the egg-shaped containers of his sperm, his nuts, his rocks, his testicles, his balls.
She couldn't get her mind off it, any of it. It was all just too beautiful and delightfully male and sort of mysterious; challenging and maybe just a little bit intimidating: scary?
Her mind was so much on genitals and Tommy's genitals in particular-the first she'd ever seen-that she nearly lost her head when she and Clint Moore at last got the chance to get together again. They went to a drive-in movie Saturday night. The official name for the place was Twi-Lite Drive-Inn; most people called it the Passion Pit and the smarter ones all knew better than to park on the back row. That's where the manager always did his checking, with his flashlight. No one was sure why. Damned guy probably hadn't got enough when he was younger and had less belly and more hair and now he didn't want anybody else knocking off a piece.
So the smart makers-out or make-outers always parked on up in the big lot, and to hell with the people in the next car and what they saw!
Clint had his own car, a Mustang, but tonight he'd played it smart and borrowed his father's car. Dad was happy to get the chance to cat around a little in the white Mustang with the blue racing stripe. And Clint wanted the old man's car-because it had bench seats.
Bucket seats were great stuff, cool and all that-but they sure played shit with front-seat make-out sessions!
Not that Clint thought he'd make out with Kitty, there at the drive-in. He was sure she wasn't that sort of girl. On the other hand, he was interested in her, and he sure and shit wanted to make certain she wasn't a total put-off, a complete iceberg.
So he swapped cars with his father, and he and Kitty went to the drive-in in the car with one long front seat, and sometime or another he slid his arm behind her and let it lie on her back and shoulders with his hand on her right shoulder. As time went on, they got closer and closer, and he had more and more arm and wrist and hand left over.
Their first kiss wasn't passionate, a pretty tentative sort of kiss.
Clint Moore's mind would have been absolutely blown had he known that the last place the sweet soft lips under his had been pressed was ... on the end of a cock!
The pace and warmth of their kissing did step up, though, as they paid less and less attention to what was happening on screen.
He felt a delighted little shiver run up his spine when she opened her mouth to admit his invading tongue. Sliding it into her mouth, he stroked her tongue with his. At the same time he pulled her more and more to him, on the car seat.
Now the touch of his body, the pressure of his hand pulling her against his firm male chest, the caressing pressure of his mouth on hers touched off electric-like shocks of sensuous joy in the girl. They seemed to sizzle in her belly. She pressed close, sucking his tongue into the heat of her mouth and sending shivers of passion through his body.
She was extremely aware of the growing bulge inside his pants. Her hand wanted to go to it. Kitty kept it in control, though. She couldn't let him know she was like that.
Had she done so, had she been honest with herself and with him as people so seldom are, they'd both have been much happier and avoided the grief they were headed for. But how could she know?
She tensed when his hand slipped off her shoulder and onto the upper part of her chest. She wore a yellow-and-blue striped blouse, knitted, with a round neck. It wasn't very low, that rounded top, but ... it was an invitation. His hand couldn't resist the invitation. Kissing her and turning more and more to her on the car seat, he let his hand move down and down. And down.
She tensed again. His fingertips were on the upper part of her breast. She put him off. Once. They kissed some more. His hand returned. She squirmed a little, but she didn't stop him, this time.
Then he was stroking his fingers freely over the gentle swells of her tits, under her blouse, making the naked female flesh squirm and quiver in her sighing delight. He slid his fingers farther down....
Christ! I didn't realize ... well how about that! Kitty doesn't wear a bra! His mouth, against hers, smiled. Well, she didn't really need a brassiere. She wasn't as titsy as that cousin of hers, Terry-or as either his stepmother Lana or her young daughter Dawn. Lana's tits were floppy and Dawn's, while he hadn't messed with them, seemed hard as rocks. That's the way they looked, and there was plenty of them, too.
Now his hand found Kitty's nipple and she jerked and gasped into his mouth, sending in a gush of air with her tongue. He sucked it sensuously. At the same time he moved his fingers from one nipple to the other, nipping the spongy protuberances between thumbs and fingers until they erected sexily into erotic rigidity.
She groaned and clutched him, at his waist although her hand wanted to go lower. She kissed him with passion, and she was panting. She wished ... she wished he would....
But he didn't. He was convinced she was a nice girl, and what that meant he wasn't sure, but he wouldn't try to go all the way with her. (Maybe later, his sneaky brain told him slyly.) Had she done what she really wanted to do and started playing with his cock, they'd have made it and been happy. Had he done what he wanted to do and pulled one titty out to suckle at the nipple he had hardened, and run his hand up under her skirt to find the bulge of her pussy, she'd have yielded and they'd have made it and been happy.
She was waiting for him to take charge. He did, but in the wrong way.
He took her home.
Then, terribly hung-up, Clint drove to his home. His father's car felt big and terribly empty as he pulled up. He saw that his car still wasn't there, meaning that Dad was still out. Catting. And Lana had left, too, just a few moments before Clint went to pick up Kitty. He didn't know where she'd gone to, and he didn't give a damn-Except now, he was terribly hung-up, had a hard-on up to his eyeteeth, and wished to hell Lana had stayed home.
He walked in at half-past midnight and there was his stepsister, his thirteen-year-old stepsister, small and blonde and blue-eyed and cute, slim in the hips and round in the butt and lumpy in the chest. She was sitting there on the couch, with the TV on across the room. But she wasn't watching the late movie. She hadn't heard Clint come in.
Above the waist she was clothed, if it could be called that, in a yellow baby-doll pajama top. It was open all the way down the front and she was naked inside. The only thing she wore on her budding young tits was her own left hand. She was pinching her cheekily-pointing nipple. Its tip speared out between her fingers, and it looked pebble-hard and very dark, all full of the blood she was squeezing into it.
Beside her on the couch lay a little crumpled lump of yellow nylon; the bikini bottom of her pajamas. Discarded. But her crotch wasn't bare.
It was covered with her own right hand. She was sitting there sighing, squirming, and playing with herself, at both top and bottom.
He and she stared at each other. There was no way she could cover up what she'd been doing-if she had wanted to.
Slowly, she grinned at him. Her eyes dropped. She saw the nice strained lump in the crotch of his pants, and that quickly the clever girl knew what had happened. He and Kitty had had a heavy necking session, but they hadn't screwed. And here he was, back home, still wearing his urgent hard-on.
I want that, Dawn thought.
Sure she did. They both knew that. She'd been after Clint for a long time. Now she had her chance to really learn something, to really find out what it was all about!
She smiled, then got up off the couch. With her hand still at her crotch, she went to him. The little breeze of her own movement fluttered her open pajama top and showed him her hard-looking, red-tipped titties.
Then they thumped into his chest. Her hand left her crotch, and he felt her hard young breasts punching into his gut, just below his chest, and her crotch rubbing against his pants. Against his big horny hard-on. He groaned.
"Hi, Clint-y," she purred, running both arms around him and running against him like a cat. "Caught me, didn't you?" She felt him trembling and she grinned a secret grin, against his shirt. She trembled too. "It's so hard for me, living in the same house with you and being so sexy. But I can't seem to do a very good job on myself. Please help me." She rubbed, rubbed, rubbed. The big lump in his crotch throbbed so hard she could feel it. "Ummm, Cli-int ... you feel so ... ni-i-i-iccce!"
Clint had been putting her off for many months. He'd been strong, strong enough to resist his stepsister-although not his stepmother! She was just a kid, he had told himself. Fucking with a thirteen-year-old could get him sent up, no matter how willing she was. Besides...
Besides...
But tonight he couldn't have resisted her if she'd been two years younger and ugly to boot. Tonight he was horny as a stud horse with a twenty foot wall between him and the mares, and just as hungup. His body just took over for him.
He scooped her up in his arms so fast and so violently that she made a little squealing sound. Swinging around, he locked the front door; both his father and his stepmother had keys. Then he moved across the room to the TV. Before he could bend over, though, the happy girl in his arms pushed in the pull-type button with her toe. The TV picture closed up like an eyeball or an ass-hole, getting tinier and tinier until there was only the little fading white dot.
By that time Clint was halfway to his bedroom, with Dawn snuggled delightedly in his arms. She was wearing a big smile and very little else.
Dawn hadn't done much, but she knew a lot. She helped him get undressed. She watched, with wide eyes, the jerking swinging emergence of his big horny pecker, when they got rid of his pants. It was beautiful. It looked like a god, and she knew that it had been that for a lot of people, back in history. She knew what phallic worship was, and what she was looking at was one fine big fat long hard phallus!
He might have had second thoughts about then of making it with his under-age stepsister, but they didn't last long.
Dawn went down to her knees before her god. Very quickly, she got very much into phallic worship.
Sticking out her wet pink tongue, she tried to poke it into the hole in the very end of his cock. She couldn't; that was the foreskin, and the plum-like head inside was already pushing out. And certainly the little slit in its tip was too tiny to accommodate even her little tongue.
She put up both hands to it, noting that her fingers barely made it around the big cocky shaft, and she slid her hands up and down. A smile lit her face when the foreskin peeled back, almost reluctantly at first, then very quickly. Now instead of a long tube, his handsome prong was a thick shaft with a dark pink helmet on its head.
She licked the helmet. It was very soft and very warm and she could smell an aroma that was new to her. It was man, male genitals, and she liked it. She licked some more and pressed her mouth against it in a lingering kiss. Her tongue washed it and a hot flicker of passion shot through him-and through her.
She loved what she was doing. She loved being on her knees before his tall naked masculine body, loved being on her knees before the tall naked column of his sex. Her hands still circled the big staff. She moved them up and down, slowly. Her lips and tongue dwelt sweetly over the hard, glistening end of his prick.
Again and again, very warmly, she kissed the soft head of it.
She loved it. It was exciting, and so interesting. The head of his cock was sort of like a tit; that is, it was all swollen and hard, and yet very soft too, malleable like putty that hadn't quite set. And warm, and shiny, and excitingly pink.
He stood there with the kneeling girl lavishing her affections on his whang, licking and kissing the big swollen cock, and he quivered. His pounding heart pumped hot blood through him, into his cock, gorging the intensely male meat and filling it with longing.
She was giving his swollen turgid bone a damned good working over with her mouth and her tongue and both hands. He liked the sight of it, looking down at the blonde head rooting around in his crotch. He liked the sound of it, squishing slurpy noises that made him tremble in surging lust. She gave the blood-filled head of his cock kiss after rapturous soul-kiss.
Suddenly he wanted to do the same thing. To her.
Bending, he reached down and slipped both hands into her moist armpits. She let go his prick reluctantly as he pulled her up. Then he took her to the bed-and with one hard swift jerk she flung back the cover and the over sheet. Her rather jerky movement threw him off balance. Both of them toppled onto the bed.
She had a lot to learn, but she was more than willing to be arranged. He arranged them. He was a lot taller, so he stretched them both on their sides and arched his butt in and his back out. That way his crotch presented itself to her eager face-and his own face was a few inches from her sweet young vulva.
It was not hairless, but it was very lightly fleeced, a fine silky tuft of almost-invisible blonde hairs that clearly revealed the plush, pushy lump of her Mound of Venus, a bulging purse of pink chubbiness, finely split by a thin reddish line that looked like it had been lovingly etched into her by a brilliant sculptor with a brand-new razor blade.
Impulsively, he grabbed her hip and kissed her pussy-bulge, hard. She jerked as if she'd been belted on the backside and let out a squeal of surprise and extreme pleasure.
Her hand was around his cock again and she tightened up spasmodically, squeezing the throbbing spear of sex-flesh so hard he groaned in pain. Instantly she loosened up her grasp and planted a new kiss on the helmet-shaped head.
He began licking up and down the tight seam of her pussy, licking and licking until she was wet and glistening and all the delicate little silk-thread hairs were plastered to her and her closed cunt was even more visible. Moaning and jerking, her body racked by shudders of delight and sexual excitement, she licked his cock.
He wormed his tongue into the crack of her sweet young cunt. She went wild, grabbing his cock in one hand and his hip in the other and jamming her lips over the fat head of his throbbing prong.
Slowly, carefully, savoring every moment of it, he opened her up. Shimmering little strands of mucousy fluid stretched across the widening slit as he peeled apart her pretty pink sex lips, opening her cunt to his delighted gaze. The soft, sensual lips parted to show him their raw-looking inner surfaces. The deeply-pink inner flesh he now saw was moist, all oozy, and just beyond them he smiled at sight of her ragged inner lips. They were much darker, and darkening even more as his actions charged her sexual battery.
Between the fat little inner folds was the very beginning of an oval opening, a tight, dark little hole-and no barrier.
He opened her wider, frowning a little and peering harder. Where was her hymen?
Sliding her mouth back off his cock, the girl giggled.
"I'll bet you're looking for my cherry!"
"And not finding it," he said, rubbing his thumb along the slick inside of her delicate pussy lips.
She giggled again. "What makes you think I'm a virgin?"
"Aren't you?" He squinted up her cunt. It was beautiful, all pink and red and juicy and soft-looking, like damp satin stuffed with foam rubber.
"Uh-huh," she chuckled, and paused to run her tongue along the underside of his pounding pecker. "But my cherry got popped in gym-class last year. I know, because it hurt like fire and there was some blood and I came straight home and told Mother. She was really mad, and she took me to the doctor. He said it didn't matter. Lots of girls lose theirs by accident, in gym or riding horses or whatever." She licked his prick again and wiggled her tongue right at the tip, as if trying to pierce the swollen canopy of the head, and he shuddered in pleasure.
"So see," she said lightly, "I'm fuckable! I'll bet if you'd known that you'd already had it up me, huh?"
"You're impossible. Shut up."
"Shut up and eat cock?"
"Shut up and eat cock," he replied, smiling.
She paused with her lips just touching the tip of his penis. He could feel them moving softly against it as she said, "Okay. Shut up and eat pussy."
Both of them shut up and ate cock and pussy.
With his mouth wide open and his tongue way out, he ran his tongue in and out of the soft indentation of that sexy gorge between her cunt lips. The soft, muscular lips of that firmly resilient cleft tried to close up on his tongue. But her cunt was just as wet as it was, and it continued to slicker in and out of her clasping hole.
The interior of her sweet hole grew wetter and wetter, and it wasn't all from his saliva.
Somewhere back inside her sexual cave she was exuding juice, pre-cum just like the clear fluid that kept appearing at the tip of his wildly-bobbing prick-and which she kept licking and sucking off. She touched it with her finger once, found it all soft and slippery, and smiled as she rubbed it sexily over her nipple. Then she rammed that naked tit into his hairy thigh.
"I wish I had as much hair as you have," she sighed, licking the bush all around his balls. "You ought to grow a mustache!"
"Um-ummff," he said.
"Ahh-hahhh ... ummmnnghhh!" she gasped.
His loving tongue was beginning to churn up the hot fluids inside her cunt. Her eyelids shuttered and she jerked all over, her head batting against his thighs.
His desire was to taste the rich honey of her slitted crevice, and he ran his tongue straight in as deeply as he could get it. His chin pressed into the bottom of the juicy cleft and soon glistened with moisture and his saliva.
Sliding her lips down over the fat nut of his beautiful prick, she shudddered, feeling the tongue that flicked around inside the open mouth of her excited pussy. She began plunging her head, driving the red knob of his cock in and out of her mouth and back in again, all the way to her gulping throat. It strained her lips and hurt her jaws a little, but not enough to put her off. Not enough to make her stop. She'd been wanting all this for a long time.
She was just the way she had thought, too. She loved cock. She loved the feel and the taste and the aroma of it.
She loved the feel of his head between her thighs, too, and his chin against the very bottom of her pussy lips and his mouth covering her pussy bulge and his tongue slurping in and out of her pussy lips and eating out the wet inner flesh and the juices that kept boiling up in the hot slippery hole.
Her own chin nudged his heavy-laden balls. Her lips pursed, rolling outward with the emerging shaft of the cock she sucked, all red and feverish, swollen and long, a fantastic mouthful of sex-flesh. Then her lips flowed in again when she shoved it forward so that his meat speared back into her head.
"Will it go off into me?" she asked, suddenly. "I mean, into my mouth?"
"You keep on doing what you're doing and it will!"
"But I want it up my pussy!" "Then you'd better take it easy," he said. "How's this grab you?" He pulled her open and ran his tongue down over her tiny little clit, not even visible in the sheath of soft skin. But he could feel it, inside.
"Yee-e-e-e-eoooooooogah! Ah, un, un, aa-yaowwww! IT GRABS ME!"
"You're going to have to have a lot of clit-action," he told her, looking into her crack again. "There's not much of it here."
"Oh gosh. What's that mean?"
"It means you're going to have to have some good men, sweetheart, Guy's who'll finger your clit, and lick and suck like this, because your clit's not going to get much action otherwise. It means you may not ever get an orgasm from having a man inside you. This twit of a clit of yours is going to have to have separate but equal time!"
"Is that bad?"
"It is if you don't have some pretty intelligent and unselfish lovers, honey. Too many guys have the idea that 'lovemaking' means they squeeze a little titty and then roll on and plug in and hump till they cum. Then they roll off again. And wonder why their wives are so bitchy."
"Boy, you know a lot! How about if you just, ah, wait for me until I get a little older?" She squeezed his ass-cheek and licked his cock, delightedly watching it jump. "I'd make you the best wife in the world, bet on it! All I'd want to do is suck this gorgeous pussy-pleaser of yours!"
He chuckled, then started licking her clit in earnest.
She squealed. She jerked. She shuddered as if she were bare-assed in Alaska-and yet she went hotter and hotter. She became helpless, writhing and jerking, not even able to suck his cock because her mouth was hanging open and panting like she'd just beat the record for the thousand-yard dash.
He held onto her with one hand between her thighs and the other gripping one firm round ass-cheek, and he clit-licked her, on and on, with his tongue half-rolled and stiffened and darting, jabbing, sliding over the small erect mound of feeling near the top of her flowing clutching cunt lips.
She emitted throaty little cries of delight, almost sobs, and panted hard. Her own vaginal cum bubbled and boiled in her and she squirmed in a frenzy.
"Ya-a-a-a ... GAAAAAHHHHH-ngngngngng!"
She was coming in a hot burst of totally overwhelming ecstasy that sizzled into her churning quaking belly and rocked her body in involuntary jerking reflex. Uncontrollable inner spasms turned her virginal cunt into a series of pumping contractions, a well, of boiling water.
"Ah-unnnghhhh . . .ummm ... ah, ah, oh, oooh, o-o-ohh ... good GOD, you ... that's ... I've never ... oh you're wonderful!"
There are lots of ways to be a hero, Clint thought, but licking a clit until she cums is sure the best of all!
She lay there panting and gasping, her eyes fixed lovingly and gratefully on him. Suddenly he remembered how sexually hung-up he'd been when he came home. He'd got so wrapped up in pussy-eating he'd forgot all about his own desperate need to get his rocks off!
Now it all came back, hard and painful. His cock and balls felt as if they'd blow up and spew blood and cum all over the place if he didn't get into her warm and wet little nest, and fast.
Swiftly, he started moving around to get his hard-pounding and painfully-swollen prickshaft up her virginal cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Clint was enjoying life, true; he'd just had a lovely suck-session and was about to get into Dawn's virginal gash. But because of the twisted lies and hang-ups of the society he lived in, he was about to fuck his stepsister when what he really wanted was to house his cock in the soft hole between the long slim legs of Kitty McGuire.
Because of those same lies and hang-ups, and the fact that it is so hard for people to communicate, straightforwardly and honestly and frankly, Kitty entered her house in about the same torment as Clint. She was hot. Her nipples were swollen. Her belly and thighs were quivery and her cunt was wet and itchy.
She wanted. She needed.
Weakly entering her bedroom, she found Tommy and Terry in there already. Both of them naked, and both lay on their sides on the rumpled bed. They were circled up into the 69 posture, each with a bobbing head buried between the other's thighs.
Terry sucked cock like a calf at the teat.
Tommy ate pussy with fervent love for the hot wet hole between his sister's sweaty legs.
Feeling a hot, needfully painful stab of sexuality in her guts, Kitty started hurling off her clothes. Naked, with her hands plucking at her own nipples, she hurried to the bed. She reached down to stroke Tommy's handsome young ass. The cheeks were pressed tightly together as he hunched his passion-hardened root into his sister's eager mouth.
He looked up.
He could see the sex-look in his older cousin's eyes, and naturally he also saw her pinching her own nipples as if she were mad at the lust-kindled twigs of pink flesh. He smiled.
She could see the wet smears on his mouth and face, even on the end of his nose. His sister's pre-cum fluids, glistening in the dim light from the study-lamp on Terry's desk.
"We've got company," he announced, slapping one of his sister's naked buttocks, without force.
She lifted her head from his beautifully swollen honk. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of her naked and obviously needful guardian.
"Hi, Kitty," she said, for she had dropped the "Aunt" after the other night's sexual session. "Is it bedtime already?"
"I might ask you that. You're the one's in bed."
Terry smiled lazily. Her hand tweaked Tommy's prick, making it wiggle a little, slapping her chin. "Uh-huh. Well. . . listen, we're..."
"I want that," Kitty said. She couldn't take her eyes off the rigid poker of lust in Terry's grip.
Terry waved it. "This lovely thing? Haha-I've got it!"
Kitty bit her lip. This was crazy. Why couldn't they have been asleep already, so she could have waked Tommy slowly and sweetly, playing with his cock and balls and kissing them? How awful, to have to compete with his fourteen-year-old sister for his available cock!
Damn you Clint, she thought, why the hell didn't you just go on with it? What do I have to do to let you know I'm willing. . . more than willing ... I need sex!
But Tommy, whether he knew what machismo was or not, saw the chance to take charge of the situation. After all, he was the male-and he was the cat with the old zinger both these hungry females wanted!
He slapped one of the soft and unprotected demi-globes of Terry's butt again, with a little more force, this time. She yelped and gave him a dirty look.
"Now wait a minute," the boy said. "We can't be this way. All of us could get the others in trouble. But nobody wants to, I'm sure. That would break up the whole playhouse! We've got to get along."
"I had this first," Terry said, hanging onto his cock possessively.
"But I need it!" Kitty exclaimed pitifully. "I've got to-I hurt!"
"Maybe if Terry sucked your cunt while you-"
"NO!" Terry snapped. "I'm not interested in sucking anybody's cunt!"
"Neither am I," Kitty said, before Tommy could suggest that.
Tommy sighed. "Well come on then, Kitty, we'll all just have to-"
"She can have it," Terry said, and Kitty's eyes flashed and she started eagerly forward. Terry raised a hand, setting it against Kitty's chest between her small tits. "But on one condition!"
Kitty frowned. Tommy looked dubious.
"I'm a virgin and mother knows it and checks," Kitty said, gazing thoughtfully up at Kitty. Kitty felt her knees weaken. If the girl suggested that-that she spread her legs for Tommy's cock-would she? Did she really want to? Should she give her first fruits to her 15-year-old nephew?
Damn you Clint, she thought, you should have RAPED me!
"But you know what Tommy and I do about that, Kitty." She smiled. "You've seen it. I want to see it too!"
"What the shit do you mean, coo-coo?" Tommy asked.
"I want to see you fucking Kitty in the ass, just like you do me!"
"B-but I only want to kiss it. . . and suck it a little," Kitty stammered. The idea fascinated her, true. It had the other night. She could take his prick up her back and still be virgin, if that's what Clint wanted. But-she was pretty fearful about it. Wouldn't it hurt? And ... with Terry watching...
"You just kneel down behind me, Kitty, and lick my balls and my ass while Terry sucks my cock. After all, you interrupted-you get the back door!"
"But-"
"Right!" Terry laughed. "The butt!"
Right there and then Kitty thought seriously about telling their parents what these two sex-happy kids were doing.
But not for long. Tommy returned his attentions to Terry's slitted vulva. She slipped her mouth back down over his long thick tool. Ignoring her, they went back to what they were doing. And...
Tommy's ass was so pretty, so round and hairless and smooth and firm-looking, and the crease was tight and she could just make out the tiny puckered little hole there. It would have been irresistible, she thought, if she were a man with a cock. . .
And underneath she could clearly see his dangling furry balls, so sweet and male and vulnerable, so appetizing-looking that her mouth watered and her knees went weak.
So she put her knees on the bed before she fell down.
She began to lick his ass-cheeks and his fuzzy nuts, from behind,-making him grunt and jerk forward, plunging his cock even deeper into the mouth of Terry.
-who sucked it sweetly and, with one hand under him and between his thighs, ceased paying any attention to who or what she was stroking as sexuality overtook her and threatened to overwhelm her,-because Tommy's nose was rubbing her clit and his mouth was wide open over her slitted pussy and his tongue was sliding around inside her,-and the three of them wallowed on the bed, alone in the house, all of them naked and trembling and sighing and squirming, licking and sucking with noisy delight and avidity,-and neither of them noticed that Kitty was playing with her cunt, slipping her fingers around in its juice, then slipping them up between her ass-cheeks ... she had never thought she'd be doing anything like this, she thought, twitching her own longest finger up her ass-hole while she began trying to stick her tongue into Tommy's.
But she wanted her back passage, such a tight-lipped little virginal hole, to be as ready as possible for when he was ready to stick his pretty prong up it and she would feel hot meat in her body for the very first time.
With one finger up her pulsing, so-tight anus, she suddenly lifted her other arm to clamp across the top of both his hard-packed ass-cheeks. She clasped his butt down to her, crushing her forehead between the fleshy prominences of his buttocks and stabbing with her tongue into the warm, moist little hole of his anus. It opened more and more, greased with her spit and constantly pushing, lapping tongue. She began slipping her middle finger in and out of her own ass-hole in salacious fucking motions. She trembled more and more.
Her cunt was now writhing wet, flooding wet. Her splayed thighs quivered tensely. She liked licking and tongue-fucking his ass-hole. She liked finger-fucking her own hot rectal channel. She was writhing and squirming in a delirium of delight.
So was the other girl. She too had a finger up her anal hollow, but it was not her own. Tommy finger-screwed her ass while he tongue-fucked her boiling seething pussy. She too squirmed and writhed in a delirious delight. Her thighs, too, jerked and quivered tensely. And her own hot little snatch was flooding wet, wet with both his saliva and the warm sticky inner juices he lapped up out of the bowl of her crotch.
She moaned around her face full of cock. He working slurping mouth was trying to swallow him whole. She pulled and sucked hard, trying to chea Kitty, the greedy bitch; trying to drag his cum ou of the hard thick rod of his prick, to drag it u from his nuts and take his liquid pulsing cum into the hot confines of her sucking mouth.
But now he was juicing his finger in and out o her butt faster and faster. They all knew how super-sensitive her rectum was. She could cum from having it fucked. She was. She was cumming ... cummmmminnnng...
His sturdy, livid prick flopped out of her mouth and batted her nose as she let out a scream, falling backward in orgasm-and her backward flopping just forced his long finger to delve that much more deeply into the writhing tube that led up into he boiling bowels. She lay there squirming on that prodding finger, shuddering in the agony-ecstasy o hot wet orgasm.
It rolled over Terry in gut-wrenching waves, juicing orgasm that set the hot fluids to drooling out of her gaping pussy hole. She was almost fainting in the exquisite joy of pain and ecstatic climax.
Helplessly, hurting herself but unable to stop she began jacking her body up and down, fuckin her ass on his grinding finger.
Now Kitty had twisted around to see the source of the wild sighing squeals and gasps, and she watched with amazement as the younger girl delightedly ass-screwed herself on her brother's deeply-entrenched finger. She shuddered out a prolonged, convulsive cum and then rolled over again, facing away, jerking her hips so that his finger popped out of her tight anal slot.
Gasping, Tommy looked at Kitty.
She knelt there and stared back at him with wide eyes.
They kissed and he pinched her nipple. She squeezed his hugely swollen and needfully-throbbing cockpole, shivering at his size and the thought of that big rammer coming ramming up her never-entered ass.
Never-entered?
Well. . . she had just juiced it up and widened it with her own fingers...
Without a word, Tommy and Kitty arranged her naked body into position. She was on her hands and knees on the bed, almost in the middle, with her butt stuck up in the air, impressive white ass-orbs like white bubbles. Her palms were firmly planted on the bed and her legs were well apart.
The bed jounced and squeaked a little as he got into position behind her. His turgified, inflamed prick, standing bone hard and rigid before his belly, throbbed away before her upturned ass-cheeks, seeming to survey the uncharted territory it would soon explore, the deep cleft of her forbidden valley and the tiny coiled entry to the tunnel that pierced its center and ran all the way up into her bowels.
Curious and feeling a little sorry for her, he bent forward and kissed first one buttock and then the other. He ran his lips up and down the crack and felt her cheeks quiver against his. Then he plunged his tongue in and she went wild as his sweet warm juicy tongue licked her crack and her ass-hole and struggled to work its way inside. She had to think hard in order to relax. Then his tongue was in her, up her ass, moistening her, softly stroking soft inner flesh, relaxing her, preparing her...
Straightening, he held her very tightly in place with one hand and guided his anxious prick forward with the other. It slipped into the warm crevice deviding the shuddering ass-cheeks. They clamped on it, making him groan. Slim hips wagged before his eyes. Rounded buns encased his greedy pink cockpole. The tight crevice of a hot little anus beckoned invitingly. The crown of his cock slid against it.
He pushed.
She moaned and shuddered as she felt the very beginning of the pressure that would mount and mount until he succeeded in burying the fat red knob of his cock in her anus.
It began to work its way in.
Grinning, recovered from her heavy, enervating orgasm, Terry got grinning to her knees. She was beside her kneeling brother, and just a little behind him. With a wicked little secret smile, she stuck her longest finger in her mouth and wiped the spit down his crack. He trembled and tightened up automatically.
Still grinning, Terry again stuck her finger up her mouth, made sure it was well coated with her saliva, and then swung her hand down and up and ran her finger straight up her brother's ass-hole.
"Annnnngh!" he groaned, and jerked violently forward.
His cock ran up Kitty's ass.
"Ya-howwwwwmm!" she cried out, trying to jerk forward to escape the sudden violent impalement. His cock felt burning hot and as big as a wrist at the very least. But he was still hanging onto her with both hands, and she could not move forward at all.
His cock was tightly sheathed between the shining, swollen globes of her bottom. He was enveloped deep within her, caught and held by a hot tube of soft tight flesh that held him in its soothing embrace. It was wonderful, hot and tight, tighter than the well-widened ass-hole of the younger, smaller-butted girl who was right now finger-fucking his tender anus!
He grasped her beautiful buns firmly, his fingers digging into the soft-skinned, firm-fleshed rounds, forcing them apart and pushing hard with his hips, then slapping them back together to encase the throbbing pounding pole of his cock even as he forced it farther into the hotly gripping confines of her ass-hole.
The tight-clenched chink between the trembling halves of her rump clamped around him like an angry mouth that clasped closely around the invading shaft of steely cock-meat. Cries erupted from her throat. Each of his forward jerks impaled her burning clasping smarting rectal passage to his balls-and made them, like his cock, feel like they were clutched in some sort of vise. The hot juices bubbled and boiled inside those tightening globes.
Helplessly, she began working her hips and outpoked buttocks in little circular movements, skewering herself on the intensely hot male rod that was buried up her virginal ass-hole. His crotch slapped her quivering white butt noisily and even his tight-clenched balls pounded her.
Every inch of his wildly-pulsating prick was wetly enclosed within her hot anal interior, and he began running it in and out of her as though her ass was a well-worn track, a well-used cunt to be fucked with abandon. He felt the incredibly tight hot pressure on every surface of his cock, both on the hard fast in-strokes and on the slower withdrawals.
Working a hand down her inner hip, he began wiggling his fingers up and down her empty cunt slit, as if he were scratching it-but without using his nails.
She began wailing and hunching and grinding, feeling his cock huge and lovely and hot and so masculine up in her back-passage and his marvelous beloved fingers flailing away at her clit. It shoved itself out of its sheath to get even more of that strumming attention, and as if some miracle had been performed, she screamed again and came and came and came.
"Ah-urrrrrghhhhh!" he groaned. He shivered all over and his eyes bulged wide.
In her extreme orgasmic constriction, she was clamping down, hard-and he couldn't move his cock! It was grabbed as tightly as if it had been wound around with rubber bands. Shuddering all over, he could only kneel there behind the climaxing girl and feel her hot inner rectum squeeze and squeeze his flaming cock...
. . . as if she were sucking it off, up her ass...
. . . trying to pull the big swollen painfully-gripped head right off the end of his thick youthful prod...
. . . she was bringing him off with her ass!
Groaning in the sweet agony of release, he cried out aloud when his sister suddenly yanked her finger out of his anus. That was absolutely the last straw.
He went off like a recoilless cannon, blowing his balls wildly up his cousin's wide-stretched anal passage.
He shot so hard, and she was so tight, that she felt every spurt, each hard-ejaculated jet banging into her ass-hole like hot little pebbles rolled in oil.
He fired round after round into her and then fell forward onto her back. He tried to catch himself, grabbing one of Terry's big jutting naked tits, but that only pulled her off-balance too. Already exhausted from her flaming orgasm, Kitty could not withstand the added weight on her back. She slumped forward.
All three of them sprawled and wallowed on the bed in a tangle of flailing limbs and bodies wet with sweat and cum.
CHAPTER SIX
Not dreaming that his girl was hotly sucking and fucking with a 15-year-old boy and his 14-year-old sister, Clint Moore finished rolling the rubber over his cock and swung to the waiting and reluctantly virginal Dawn.
"Why'd you put that thing on?"
"How'd you like a nice bouncing baby boy?" he said, moving in between her thighs. She lay on her back with them wide-parted, offering him a beautifully obscene view of her thirsty pussy.
"Ugh-u-u-uggghhh!" she groaned, shuddering and hugging herself. "No, thanks! And thank you for putting that on now, now ... oh at last, darling Clint, sweet handsome Clint with the big beautiful pecker-at last I get you where I want yo uup inside my poor hungry pussy!"
He smiled down at her, kneeling over her, his outer legs against the inner surfaces of hers and his cock bobbing tall and thick and rocky-hard before him. He waited, teasing her.
"Come on ... please ... come in me ... fuck me!" She jiggled her firm-fleshed, widespread thighs up and down so that her pouting split seemed to wink at him.
Leaning forward, he shot his lips at that virgin furrow of her blonde-haired cunt. The delicate lips were crushed inward by the bursting knob of his rushing prick. It shot into her, impaling all the way into her voluptuous inner pussy chamber with one long powerful stroke.
"Wa-a-a-a-a-aowwww!" she yelled. Her whole body convulsed and every pore seemed to squirt out sweat. "It hurts-oh damn, oh shit, it hurts..." She broke off, very displeased with herself for that kind of chicken-shit talk. "HOT damn," she crowed, reaching up to grip his hard male body to hers, "at last I'm getting FUCKED!"
At last, he thought, at last! Christ-she sounds like an old maid-and she's all of a ripe old thirteen!
She felt like a ripe old thirteen, too. Tight as a sealed box inside, hot as a closed oven. He let her pull him down, but he propped himself on his elbows, set on either side of her sprawled nakedness, so that she was not crushed by his full weight.
Then he merely lay there, smiling down at her face, with his cock propping open her pink, raw-looking cunt lips and planted well into the slushy warmth inside. She stared up at him, bright-eyed.
"It ... the sting's going away."
"You'll feel it again when I pull out."
She gripped him tightly. "Pull out! I'll be damned if you do!"
He laughed. "I have to. To shove it back in again." Staring into her eyes and watching the effect of his words, he said deliberately, slowly, pronouncing each syllable carefully: "When I shove my big hard cock back up into your tight wet pussy again."
She shuddered, reveling in the "dirty-talk" pleasure of his words.
"It's big and hard all right! Am I ... am I really tight?"
"God, yes," he said, fervently. She smiled happily. "Good! And am I really wet?"
"Getting wetter by the second."
She laughed aloud, rolling her head on the sheet and stroking his upper arms with hot palms and quivery fingers. She thrilled to the intimate probing of his big joint up inside her belly, to his sexy words and their mutual knowledge that her body really wanted him inside it, really welcomed his hard hot presence, and was juicing eagerly to make it easier for both of them. She hugged him to her and, using his neck for leverage, made him groan by pulling herself upward. She jerked her shoulders back and forth, making her firm little nipples rake back and forth across his chest. He trembled and returned her lecherous grin.
He pushed back, slowly, watching the little wincing expression of strain cross her face. She sighed when he stopped, the swollen knob of his cock clenched just inside the hot, giving ridge of her cunt. Then he pushed again. Her sexlips parted and sagged and once again he slicked his big meat all the way into her.
He moved over her, in her in a virile but slow, careful rhythm, mindful that she was a beginner and tender and tight inside. Slowly and with great consideration for her, he fucked her, running his thick cunt-pleaser in and out so smoothly that she was soon cooing and humming and hunching up to meet him with tentative little grinding actions.
Her tightness flowered open more and more and her body warmed his with the moist, heated secretions of her hungering cuntal depths. Both of them could feel the inner squirming of her pussy muscles, trying to open up before the harsh but so-welcome intrusion into their firm grasp.
Smiling and sighing, she began to move. She jerked her rounded little ass back and forth over the sheet with a growing helpless abandon to lust and love of his filling and fulfilling prick.
She was supercharged with sensitivity, jerking and panting, thrusting and shoving her pelvis up to him in the sheer delight of fucking. With hot need building up inside her body, she rammed the pliant masses of her tits up against his chest and slammed her pelvis convulsively against his.
"You're a natural," he said softly, smiling down at her. "You take to this like you've been doing it all your life."
"Oh I wish I had! This is MARVELOUS! Oh listen I love that thing in me and you on me ... can you feel it too, every inch of the way? Does that thing you put on your whanger interfere or anything?"
"Not much. Not with you as tight as you are, sweetheart." He slipped his hands up between them to get them on the soft bulges of her tits-soft skinned bulges; otherwise, they were hard as softballs and surely slightly larger.
He rubbed them sexily up and down and over her chest, making them wobble and quiver. Little sighs pulsed from her lips. Her eyes brightened and she writhed her hips beneath his like an impaled eel. Now he thrust apart the full, hot breast-balls, tugging at them as if angrily, then shoving them together in the center of her chest to make their rubbery flesh squelch upward.
Sighing and smiling happily, she concentrated on her lower body. She squirmed her ass around in a tight little orbit that wiggled the hot hole around the heavy, fulfilling force of his prick. He released her tits then, watching them dance around and wobble, quivering, back into their proper wide-set positions.
Her nipples blossomed hard and deep, hot pink under his tweezering thumbs and fingers. He had to pull his cock nearly out of her clutching slash, to get his face down to her tits. He jammed them hard together with his hands and his tongue licked between the hard half-globes of white flesh, poking into the deep valley between her love gourds while they were pressed so tightly against each other.
She liked that, but she liked that hard thick cock in her, too. Her sweaty hands slipped over his waist and hips, tugging, trying to drag him forcefully back into her depths.
He released her tits and they leaped back into their normal shapes and positions. Suspending himself above her on his palms, he eased forward. This time his simmering cock went back in easily, rushing deep into the hot reaches of her grasping sheath.
She trembled and sighed and cried out, gripping him more tightly in sheer delight at her re-impalement.
Now he left off his careful easing in and out of her and began fucking her in earnest. The hot, almost painful pressure in his balls were building up. She heaved up to meet each of his new hard thrusts as he fucked her with an erotic fury, a wild lustful pummeling that forced her cunt to contain every hot hard inch of that big male probe drubbing her soft inner membranes.
The tightness of her inner cunt grabbed him and hung onto his cock as though loath to part with its deep-driving prize. His harsh pubic hairs scratched at her lightly-furred pussy, then became intimately entwined with her delicate golden-white hairs.
Grunting, she thrashed her body about as much as she was able to, beneath his drubbing weight. Their goal had become the same: to fill her with every last millimeter of his overgrown whang. Her body was racked by a series of ecstatic shivers. Little moans and whining sighs bubbled up from her throat. She watched the rise and fall of his grinning face above hers with sparkling eyes.
"I ... I'm going ... to ... come ... now," he gasped, straining hard.
She humped wildly, excitedly up and down and dragged at his hips.
"Oh do, do! Yes, yes, come, do-" Then she frowned. "But. . . won't that end all this?"
He chuckled, his voice very strained. He had had to give up; the pressure in his swollen scrotum was too great. She was not the kind of girl who came while being fucked. There were many like that, and all a man had to do was learn so, and use other means to bring them off. As he had her, before he'd pushed his cock into this darling little cunt that actually seemed to snap at him.
"Maybe not," he said.
Then he jerked, shivered, and went stiff.
Thick spurts of creamy warmness came bursting from the end of his tortured cock and in brief seconds he had filled up his rubber. Then he relaxed atop her, holding her warmly in his arms while he waited for his breathing to return to normal.
"God," she sighed, "oh God, oh wow, have I been fucked! Ummm!" She kissed his ear and tried to break his body with her gripping arms.
After a time, he slid sidewise off her and lay there on his back, studying the ceiling-although he hardly saw it.
She bounced up into a sitting position and leaned over him with her fat tits lengthening, trailing over his chest. She gave him a quick pecking kiss on the end of his nose and straightened again, although she was careful to maintain the caressing pressure of her nipples against his strong chest.
"Clint?" she said, almost singing. "What did you mean-maybe not?" Her hand slid down and fondled his limp cock, still encased in the semen filled bag. "Can you-can you do it again?"
Reaching down, he patted her hand, then carefully pulled off the warm rubber.
"I expect so," he said quietly, smiling at her. He put the cum-bag on the little table beside the bed.
"But you'll have to help."
Her eyes sparkled again. "Oh yes! I sure will! What shall I do?"
"Get my cock back up again."
She grinned. Her hand squeezed the warm, limp morsel of penis and testicles. "OK! Right! I sure will, honey!"
Tits bouncing like they were on rubber strings, she wiggled her naked body around and started in. Her fingers stroked his balls and her hand kneaded the whole bag lovingly. She squeezed his prick again and again, slapping its rounded head against his thighs again and again until he moaned.
He reached out and grabbed her nearer titty. He squeezed the plump white jug until her eyes rolled up and she gasped. Resilient breast-flesh plumped up between his strongly gripping fingers.
"Uh," she gasped, "ag-agg ... ahhh ... um, oh, ah-aaoww..."
His hand moved on relentlessly, pushing and rubbing, crushing the big creamy knocker and then bouncing it up and down on his open palm with a constant slap-slap-slap noise.
"Ow," she groaned. "Darn, that hurts. . . and..."
"Well take it easy on my dick then!" "But ... it. . . it's sort of nice ... sexy," she finished.
He rolled his eyes. "I'll remember. Meanwhile though, that chunk of meat you're squeezing and banging around down there is extremely sensitive and what you've been doing isn't too damned nice at all!"
"Oh I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-I wouldn't hurt the sweet darling for anything!"
Bending over his crotch, she wiggled her tongue over the tip of his cock in small exploratory movements. She lifted it to her face with a-careful!-hand under his loose balls. She licked on, widening the oval hole of her lips more and more.
Then she slid them over the head and farther down and began to suck.
"Umm-mm!" she hummed, sounding like a kid with her very first taste of ice cream or chocolate candy.
He groaned aloud, propping himself up to look down at her and getting instead a marvelous view of her upturned ass. Now she was shoving her mouth down the thick pole of his prick, right to the hairy root. With another groan, he fell back. The blood was tingling, racing in his veins, finding the channels to pump the hot swelling juice of life into his spent cock.
She began bobbing her head up and down over his crotch, tickling his thighs a little with her flowing pale hair.
He could see her cheeks caving in delightfully as her mouth coasted up and down his cockstaff, sucking it wildly, loving it with her mouth. Her fingers meanwhile stroked and fondled his furry balls.
She nearly blew up when he reached out one hand and shoved a finger easily in under her buttocks, between her firm thighs, and straight into her cunt.
"Ga-a-a-aa-aahh!" she gasped, nearly gagging around an ever-growing mouthful of hardening sex meat.
His knuckles rammed against her soft pink cunt lips as he began to agitate his arm against her. She groaned and stiffened and he felt a sudden painful ring of toothy sharpness all around the stem of his expanding cock. But he continued jerking his hand. His middle finger pistoned on and on into her clutching little cavern of lust in long, hard finger strokes that slammed its full length into her.
Curving his fingertip, he wiggled it about inside her.
Meanwhile she worked lovingly over his prong until it stood tall, pulsing and hot with new blood. She had to let most of it out of her mouth. She rolled her eyes at him, but he continued fucking his finger in and out of the hot little hole he had so recently devirginized.
Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth, got up onto his knees, and moved swiftly behind her.
"What-" she started to say, but already his hands were grabbing her ass and swinging it a bit, toward him. .
Gazing down between her parted ass-cheeks, he shoved the crown of his driving, ravishing new erection into the searing cavity of her pussy.
"AAGGGH!" she squealed out, going stiff all over.
It had gone all the way into her, in one swift unexpected stroke from behind. He was firmly pressed against the backs of her thighs and her shuddering buttocks.
Clenching her hips firmly in both hands, he held her steady to form a stationary target into which he plunged his rubber-hard length of strong male flesh. Again and again he lunged against her ass, cramming his cock deep into her stretching hole.
She toppled forward, onto her hands and knees with her dangling teardrops of jugs jumping and swinging around underneath her like white gelatin. She felt it, felt every inch of it, and she heard it, making soft wet squelching sounds and little slaps as his recharged balls spanked her ass-cheeks' lower curves and the wide-split lips of her cock-filled pussy.
She began cramming herself back. The fleshy ball-bag slapping her splayed cunt lips grew tighter and tighter, sweatier and sweatier as he lurched and jerked against her and ground into her. The soaked skin of her parted pussy lips held and throbbed around his meat like a taut elastic mouth.
Then he reached around her, keeping his cock well up her, and started playing with her pussy. She groaned and shuddered. She circled her hips and bobbed, her ass rising and falling in a rocking-chair motion that imparted deliriously sexy sensations to the cock he held shoved all the way up her from behind.
His fingers plucked and slithered about just inside the top of her labia, where they come together. He found the sheathed lump of her clit and began rubbing it, gently, back and forth and around and around. Her cunt contracted automatically, caressing and squeezing the full length of his imbedded meat.
She screamed. His finger moved on. She shuddered violently and began jerking. His finger moved on. She cried out again. Her hips jerked and bobbed. His finger moved on ... and she went stiff as a poker, her beginning cry trailing off into a long moan as he forced her up to the absolute pinnacle of sensation and her body erupted in a shuddering orgasm that made her pussy squeeze him again and again, like a milking machine attached to the swollen and supersensitive head of his prick.
Pulling out of her was a bitch, definitely not something he wanted to do. But he did. She was limp, weak and sagging in post-climax. He swung her around and let her flop onto the bed on her back. Her eyes watched him dully as he came knee-walking swiftly up her body, straddling her with his slimy-looking cock bobbing and bouncing wildly in front of him.
"I just showed you a second way to fuck," he told her, gasping. "Now here's a third!"
Grasping her large firm tits, he slapped them together in the center of her chest and slid his violently-livid cock up between their broad white bases. The warm deep valley enclosed him like a big soft cunt that he could tighten or loosen at will.
Matching his thrusts with the movements of his hands, he started pistoning in and out of the canyon his hands forced her distorted tits to form around his inflamed cock.
"You-you-this is WILD! You're ... you're actually fucking my tits!"
"Yeah," he groaned, grinning as he pushed strongly in and out of that soft warm tunnel of silky flesh.
Then he shot cum off all over her face and mouth and chin and neck and grinned down at her as she licked it off, smacking her lips and starting to smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shuddering, sobbing, rolling her eyes, Lana Moore cried out as another blow of her husband's belt flamed down onto her back.
"Yiiiaaaggghhh-aaa!"
"You bitch! You shake-tailed damned cunt!" Pete Moore snarled, and he lashed her again. The terrible stinging blow across her shapely ass was a blazing shock, and she screamed again.
"DAAMN you!" she screamed. "You're the one's been fucking around-so I made it with your son! I HAD to! You take all your business out to your lousy little outside cunts!"
"Fuck my son, will you!" And he lashed her again, the big leather belt searing down with a sharp slap.
Her body heaved with her sobbing. Her nostrils quivered and she writhed helplessly on the bedroom floor at his feet. Her face was as red as her ass, and it glowed from the repeated slamming slaps of his belt.
"Why don't you take it up with HIM, you chickenshit!" she screamed. "You're AFRAID to confront him, aren't you-Clint would knock your ass off-yaa-aa-a-a-aAAGH!" He added another livid mark to the quivering, reddened cheeks of her mortified ass.
"Don't give you enough, huh?! " he stormed, ignoring her words-which were true. He was forty, and going soft and heavy in the gut, and his 22-year-old son might well indeed knock his block off and a block or two away down the street.
What she said bothered him, though. He felt pretty guilty and knew he was partially at fault. She was a hot woman, he had always known that. She had been his salvation, back when he was married to his first wife, Clint's mother, who was a chilly bitch who had begun to act as if sex were sinful as soon as she birthed the boy.
Of course that had never helped Pete Moore's mental attitude toward his son...
He had never beaten Lana before, and now he was taking out his own guilt-feelings on her, just as much as punishing her for screwing around behind his back-and not only screwing around, but with his son!
Sure, she was right. . . that chick at the Dairy-Freeze he'd been dicking, and the hot little secretary to old man Boswell, and then there was that hot-pantsed little cunt whose husband traveled as a salesman and was damned sure balling around on the road...
Meanwhile, though, what he was doing was affecting Pete sexually. The way Lana's eyes pleaded mutely ... the way she groveled at his feet on the floor, seemingly in a daze of conquered, cowed submission to his wrath and his whip ... the way she quivered in pain and anguished fear ... her naked body sprawling, trying to crawl, her beautiful whip-striped ass bobbing around and shuddering so sexily...
His cock was a mighty, straining bat trying to throb its way out of his pants. He reached down and ran the zipper down, then got the big pussy-plugger out. He grinned at it. It was hugely swollen, powerfully erect, throbbing with its blood-swollen veins standing out violently.
Dropping the belt, he reached down and grabbed her. She moaned when he jerked her up onto her hands and knees, hoisting her with his powerful arms so that her curvy ass hung in the air directly before his pounding prickhead.
She moaned and shivered at the feel of his hot, fleshy meat against her upturned buttocks. Peering down the valley of her ass, he could see the soft, fleshy, very hairy lips of her cunt.
With one strong lurching jerk he drove his dick up into her pussy from behind. "Glah-uh! Ahh-gaahhh!"
The walls of her slippery slit rubbed his tool in a loving clasp that accepted it all the way. His eyebrows rose. Hell, she'd been ready-she was wet as a lake inside! The whipping had made her sexy too!
But shit, he wasn't too interested in giving the bitch pleasure this time-he wanted to fuck her blind, with a long hard steady ramming and jamming that would shake her plump, protruding ass-cheeks and tear her cunt open.
No chance of that with her as excited and full of pussy-juice as she was, though. He frowned.
Then he grinned. Letting her sink forward, he watched his cock come out like a big slick piston, actually dripping with her lustful fluids. And she groaned, groaned and wiggled, trying to back herself up, trying to catch it, not wanting to lose that big cock of his.
Narrowing his eyes in calculation, he pulled back a little more. With his grasping hand he aimed his prick, carefully.
"Nahhh," she groaned, and this time she actually lunged backward in a desperate effort to nab that hot hard chunk of meat that he had first let her pussy taste, then robbed her of it.
He had aimed well. His hard cock stood there in perfect position as she rammed back. It hurled aside the backward-rushing cheeks of her ass. The very tip of it smacked into the crack, then plunged hard against the delicate, coiled little rosette of her ass-hole.
Even smeared as it was with her slippery cunt-juice, his cock hurt as it rammed up inside the hot tight tunnel of her ass. He groaned aloud. Her ass-hole felt like it was peeling the skin right off his tool!
"Yow-ee-e-e-eEEE-ah-ah-ah-garrghh!" she shrieked. Pain jabbed through her as that throbbing hot length of fiery penis jammed up her ass-hole like a white-hot poker.
She tried to lurch forward to get off the impaling poker-
-but now he grabbed her firmly, holding her buttocks so high that she had to balance on her toes, her legs outstretched past him. She was too high off the floor to kneel, and now her palms and toes were her only support-along with her angry husband's grasping hands.
He pounded his cock into her ass-hole. His cock skewered her ass-hole like a big heated drill surging toward her bowels.
She squealed and shivered and tried to get away, lurching from side to side and attempting to thrust herself forward with her toes, like a track-runner at the starting line. But she was going no place. He held her tightly, and he fucked her ass with vibrant force and strength.
He could feel the writhing of her tight-stretched inner walls, the contracting pulsations of her anus and the long rectal tube beyond, gripping his madly excited prod like a virgin's pussy.
Her tits swung around in the air beneath her, plunging and jumping wildly until he could hear the loud slapping sounds as the big flesh-balls bounced off each other.
"You-you BAAAAStard!"
"You better shut up and start relaxin', sweetheart, because I'm going to shove this thing all the way up your ass-hole until it comes out of your fucking whore's MOUTH!"
"AHhh, oh, oh, oh ... oh Pe-ete ... uh-uh-uh..."
Her moans and pleading little cries only egged him on to a greater penile exploration of her humid rectum.
His strokes became even harder and more insistent, into the groaning woman's wet, throbbing anal slot.
She couldn't help it, try as she would to relax: The soft interior membranes of her ass-hole gripped him with loving tightness and squeezed his surging probe up her back.
But the pain was ebbing ... flowing away like the tide of agony it had flooded her anus with ... there were stirrings in her belly and down in her oozing, terribly empty cunt-hole...
The pressure and hot constriction set his prick to throbbing inside the tightly-fitting sheath. Now he was fucking easily, strongly into her ass with his hardened length of bountiful cock buried deep, deep up her rectum ... and...
And it got to her. She moaned and shivered. Her teeth bit down into her lower lip. Suddenly her nipples itched, and she could look back and down to see that they were erect and twitching.
Powerful sensations of arousal spurted through her. She began moving on his deeply-entrenched meat.
"Uh ... umm ... oh, oh ... ummm ... oh baby ... oh Pe-Pete ... oh darling, ah, ah ... ummbaby ... oh ... oh do it-DO IT! GODDAM, DO IT, DO IT, FUCK MY ASS DARLINNGG!"
His eyebrows shot up and his eyes bulged in astonishment. Goddamn-she loved it! She was hunching him like crazy! To release the strain on his arms, he lowered her until her knees touched the floor. Quickly she drew up her legs-and rammed herself back up the long hot thick pole reaming out her rectal channel.
He was almost still, relaxing and glorying in the astounding truth: She loved it! He crouched, his knees shaking, and stared down at her bobbing butt. Wildly, lovingly, almost deliriously, she fucked herself back and forth on his straining bursting cock.
It went off. Creamy warmness started throbbing up her ass.
"Ga-a-a-aahh! I can FEEL it, I can feeeeel it coming in me, up ... ah . . .my ... ummm ... a-a-a-aasss..."
Groaning in his orgasm, pumping out hot streams of cum into her back, he leaned weakly on her and reached down under her to ram two fingers up her pussy. It wasn't just wet, it was flowing, practically spurting, and he shoved in another finger and sluiced them noisily in and out of her cunt while his cock emptied itself in her ass.
That was all she needed to bring her off hotly. Her entire body seemed to jar loose and intense contractions squeezed and milked away at her fingers. More and more juice bubbled up from the soft, slippery inner membranes of her vagina until it was oozing down his wrist. Huge jolting waves washed through her and she surged jerkily, slipping slowly to lie full length on the floor, face down.
His emptied cock, a soft, tired worm now with its job done and his balls blown, slipped flaccidly from her cum-oozing ass-hole and hung loosely before him, smearing stickiness on his balls.
"Oh . . .oohhh, ba-bay!" she sighed, lying there as if she were dead. He sank to his knees behind her, still astride her outstretched legs.
His hand swung up, then rushed down to slap one rounded ass-cheek with a loud Splat!
"Ya-howww!" She lurched and her buttocks grabbed each other so tightly they looked like one big bulge. Her hand came back to rub.
"Umm ... oh dar-darlinnnggg ... I. . . I love you-u-u-u..."
"Well turn over and get around here and clean off my cock with your mouth," he snapped sternly, elated and delighted.
She wiggled. Her voice came out in a whine: "But-darling ... after ... after it's been ... you know...? "
He slapped her ass again, hard. "DO it!"
She scrambled up and around, shot him a tender loving glance, and bent her head over his crotch.
Swiftly, sighing and stroking his thighs, she used mouth and tongue to clean every last glistening spot of cum off the cock he had just emptied up her ass.
Then she curled warmly against him, holding him.
"Go get me a beer," Pete said, patting her butt.
She dribbled kisses up his belly and onto his hairy chest, then rose naked above him. For a moment she looked lovingly down at him, then she hurried out to the kitchen to try to pick out the coldest beer.
He sat there with a pretty silly sort of happy grin on his face, idly playing with himself.
But he was thinking about what she'd said much earlier, before he'd shown her what a man was like and taught her to love it. He frowned, thinking about it. A way to get back at his lousy mother-fucking son...
Kitty had been aware of her new sexuality all day long. She felt like she was glowing, and she smiled at everybody. She was also very aware that her ass had been royally fucked last night. It was a little sore, and she was runny today. But-even the small twinges of pain she experienced now and again, when she moved a certain way ... even those reminded her of how wonderful it had been.
She walked around the furniture store in a glow of aroused sensuality and womanhood.
Definitely, Clint Moore noticed. He felt pretty damned good himself, a little guilty maybe, but what the fuck, he had taught Dawn a lot and she'd be a lot better female for it, a lot better person. The thing to do now was just not succumb to her hot little bod and her wants for his body any more. He made a mental note; he wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but he had to get Lana to talk about sex with the girl. She didn't need any lessons in how-to-do-it-although Lana could sure give such lessons to anybody! No, what Dawn needed now was to be reminded of the dangers of pregnancy and that venereal disease was almost an epidemic in the United States.
He wondered what had set Kitty off. She not only smiled all day and acted so sweet and calm, she looked even prettier than usual. It was almost as if ... no, he decided, no she wasn't fucking around! He'd know. Besides, with her stuck there acting as chief cook and bottle washer, not to mention baby-sitter and everything else for her aunt and uncle, when in hell would she ever get the chance to ball?
He didn't know that his father had found out who'd been keeping Lana happy while the old man had been out screwing around.
He didn't know that his father also knew how hung-up Clint was on Kitty McGuire.
He did know that an apartment or room or something would cost a good deal more than the fifty bucks a month he'd been laying on the old man. But he'd get one anyhow. It was time he got out of that nuthouse. Yes, he'd definitely start looking for a place of his own.
Glancing over at the happy, cloud-walking Kitty, he grinned. Maybe he could get her to come visit him in his new place...
Everyone was happy, and making plans. So was Pete Moore, but no one but he himself knew about his plan.
The phone rang shortly after Kitty got home from work. "Hey, doll." She frowned. "Clint?" "Who else?"
"Hi," she said, smiling, although the little frown still plucked at her brows. It sounded like Clint-it had to be-but ... well, maybe he was just feeling good. And they had a bad connection. The telephone service was getting nearly as bad as that of the postal "service," anyhow.
"I need you," he said.
"Wha-Clint? Is-is something the matter?"
"No, but I need you. Got a furniture deal going, a whole motel. Maybe you can help me swing the deal."
"Me?"
"Sure. Smile 'em into it! Anyhow-Nightwind Motel, out on the East side of town. Eight o'clock."
"Clint, for pete's sake-I couldn't possibly ... um. Hm. How-how about nine o'clock, Clint? In the motel office?" It had to be his voice, but-it still sounded ... different. She shrugged it off. So he was excited, and they had a bad connection too. That was all!
"No-the manager and I'll be in number Fourteen. Thanks, baby. See you at nine. Number Fourteen. Bye now." And the phone went click in her ear.
She was wearing a frown again when she put the phone down, but getting supper on the table was the pressing problem now, and she put everything else out of her mind. Uncle Paul and Aunt Margie were going to be home tonight, for a change. She told them she had to go back to the store to meet Clint. She didn't know why she lied, but it was half true, anyhow!
She was in the shower after supper, perhaps fondling herself-that is, soaping herself-a little more than necessary, when the thought hit her.
Motel! Clint! His voice sounding sort of funny...
Motel! She shivered and leaned against the shower wall, the hard stream of lukewarm rinse water making her nipples pucker. There isn't any furniture deal, she thought. He-he just wants to get me to a motel with him! I-I'm going to be seduced!
She started singing after that, and she perfumed herself carefully and put on her sexiest dress, the slinky sort of slippery nylon knit with the low front.
Lana, glowing with a newfound happiness, answered the phone on the second ring. "Hi. Lana."
"Pete?" she said happily.
He chuckled. "No! Lord, don't you know our voices apart by now? This is Clint!" He laughed again. "I was calling Dad-but he's not there, huh?"
"Oh," she said quietly. She was disappointed. Now she recognized her stepson's voice of course. Her stepson. That was all. No more-no more hanky panky with Clint-or with anyone else. She was Pete Moore's woman. He'd sure proved that, to both of them! She could hardly wait for him to get home. She had a beer in the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, waiting for him.
"Oh, sorry Clint. You do sound alike, you two, but ... I'm sorry. I should know your voices, of all people! I was just thinking about something else..." Grinning a secret grin, she poked her floppy breasts, naked inside her dress. like the ice-cold beer: another little surprise for Pete, when he came home! "No, you're right. He's not here. Want me to tell him something?"
"No, that's all right. I just won't be home for a while. I'm ... looking for a place to live, Lana. A place of my own."
"Oh Clint, you needn't-" She broke off. "That's ... that's a good idea, Clint. I'll tell him. Uh ... Clint?"
"Yeah?"
"He-he found out, Clint. About you and me. And ... and there won't be any more of it. He's my husband, and I've just discovered again what I knew a long time ago. I love him." She sighed. "I'm ... crazy about him, in fact."
"Good," he said, obviously relieved. "That's great, Lana. Just keep the home fires burning for him, right? Anyhow ... that's ... that's part of why I want to move out into my own apartment. What we did-what we've been doing is sure and hell not right."
"I know. I agree."
"Well, uh ... good bye then ... Mother." She laughed, nodding exuberantly. "Right! Good bye-son!"
She hung up, still laughing, and went humming back to preparing dinner for ... her man. She wondered.
Would she have to be bitchy, or do something ... wicked again, to get him to treat her that way again? She rubbed her backside. There was still a little pain, to the touch. But ... it wasn't as if it really hurt her. No marks or anything, and she'd sure rather get it across the ass, where she was well-padded and any marks wouldn't show, than in the face!
Besides ... it was sexy as hell. And so was ... so was getting his big hard cock up her, up both her holes, afterward!
But a few minutes later he made her unhappy again. Pete called and told her he had to work late. Should be home about ten or ten-thirty, he said.
Lana sighed and went to take the beer out of the freezer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her uncle Paul had let Kitty use his car. She sat in the seat and drove carefully, not wanting to rumple her dress. Her heart was ticking away more rapidly than usual. She wasn't sure where the Nightwind Motel was, exactly, but she knew she'd seen it. When she was certain she was in the general area, she stopped to ask.
She was less than a half-mile away. She drove on out there, passed the lighted office, and eased along, squinting at the numbers until she spotted number Fourteen. The Nightwind was a collection of individual cabins, not just one building, and it was pretty old. Fourteen was the last one, amid some lively trees, and apparently there wasn't anyone staying in either Twelve or Thirteen.
She shivered excitedly. There was a light on in number Fourteen, though, and there was the car she recognized. Not Clint's, but his father's. He'd borrowed it just the other night, to take her to the drive-in movie. She hoped there wasn't anything wrong with his Mustang.
She eased in beside it, her heart thumping away. She wondered if there really was another man in there with him, talking about buying some furniture from Carpet Villa. Opening the door, she smiled. I'II be darned, she thought. I don't want there to be anyone else! I want him to be tricking me-after all this time, I am definitely ready to give Clint my cherry!
Pale yellow light seeped through the cabin's drawn shades. She started to turn the knob and walk in. Then, just in case there was another man inside and this was really business, she decided to knock.
"Come in," a voice said from inside. If it wasn't Clint's, it sure sounded like him!
Then she smiled broadly. The lights went off inside. Clint was pulling a trick. He was just trying to get her to a motel!
Well, she mused, I'm willing-but maybe I shouldn't act too willing! Anyhow-here I come lover, ready or not!
She turned the knob, opened the door, and walked into the dark room.
Instantly two hands grabbed her throat, from behind, and clamped.
Terror slashed through her and her eyes started wide. She could see nothing in the darkness-but worse than that, much worse, she was being ... she couldn't ... she kicked and flailed ... he hung on, the big hands tight around her neck ... her head pounded and her tongue came out ... he was ... I'm ... where were those dancing little lights coming from? ... head roaring, pounding...
She sagged, unconscious, and her last thought was that this wasn't Clint at all, those weren't his hands, and this man had a belly, she could feel it against her back. Then she was out.
As soon as the little cunt lapsed into unconsciousness, Pete Moore slid his hands off her neck and let her down onto the floor. He squatted beside her in the darkness and ran a hand into the front of her dress. It passed over a mounded little breast, unbrassiered, the little temptress!-and a soft nipple, and then he felt her heartbeat. It was fine. She was fine. Good. He'd done just what he wanted to do: scared the shit out of her and choked her into unconsciousness!
Rising again, he shoved her out of the way with his foot and shoved the door shut. Then he flicked on the light.
He looked down at the helpless, unconscious girl. She was long and slim, not voluptuously constructed like his wife and her budding daughter. Small tits. Very pretty face, lovely red hair. The firm little knockers were rising and falling steadily, now. She'd already regained her breath and was breathing naturally. Good.
Your girl, huh, Clint, he thought. Well, here's for you, buddy boy! I'm sure gonna enjoy punchin' into this slim lively's hot little box!
Then he used the rubber ball and the handkerchief he'd brought along for the purpose: He gagged her. Next he used the hairband, an elastic circle he'd taken out of Dawn's dresser drawer, to blindfold the unconscious little slut. Now she was sightless and voiceless.
Rolling her over onto her stomach, he used the cord he'd brought to secure her wrists firmly behind her back. One long end of the rope was left over. He passed that around her waist and tied it to her bound-together wrists.
Then he ran his hand over her sexily-clad ass. Umm! His cock got even harder in his pants, pressing for exit-and entry into something else. Now by damn, this was a chick without a lot of tits-but she sure had a fine ass, round and firm and upstanding, juicy like a little boy's!
like my fuckin' son's, he thought, except not hairy!
He slapped it a couple of times, watching it joggle, relaxed and soft with her unconscious. Nice. Yeah, he'd give it to her from behind. Those cheeks would make mighty nice pillows for his thighs!
He slapped them again a few times, enjoying it, reminded of his pounding of his wife's ass. He grinned. No more playing around, Lana, he thought, making a mental promise he hoped to hell he could keep. This is my last fling, baby-and this is business, not a fling anyhow. But from here on out I keep my studding at home!
He got up, went to the door, and checked. Nobody. Darkness. Turning back to the girl, he picked her lifeless body up in his arms, enjoying the feel of her tightly-skinned, firm thighs in his hand. Then he swung again and went outside, walking carefully around the little cabin and up the small hill out back. Behind the cabin and along the hill were a few trees-but after that, the woods began.
Planting his feet carefully, he descended the other side of the hill. In the hollow at the bottom he found a place where moonlight poured through the surrounding trees. There, easing down to his knees, he lowered the girl to the ground. He gave one of her tight hard tits a squeeze, then clamped it hard as an afterthought, making her groan even in her state of unconsciousness.
Then he jumped up and hurried back up the hill and down the other side, turning on the light in the motel room, he flipped on the TV, made certain all the shades were drawn, and pocketed the key. He closed the door firmly and tried it. Locked.
He couldn't think of any reason that anyone would come around, but if they did it sure would look as if whoever was in number Fourteen-the name he'd used was Henry P. Wallace-was right inside, watching TV.
Then Pete hurried back up the hill and down the other side. Squatting beside the bound girl, who lay on her back, still unconscious, he took out his pocket knife and bent over the steady rise and fall of her breasts beneath the sexy material of her dress. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight.
Kitty McGuire was having a weird dream. It was very vivid, too realistic.
A psychiatrist would have told her that, even though deep in an unconscious sleep, she was uncomfortable. There were a couple of pine cones and a twig under her. Her hands were bound together behind her back, and she was lying on them. It was chilly, out under the trees. But her subconscious mind, whose job it was to keep her asleep, was providing a distraction: a dream, the same way it did when she lay asleep in her bed and something was threatening to wake her up: a desire to piss; noises outside the house; an arm gone to sleep; the pressure of Terry's body, since they slept together; the alarm clock; whatever.
So she lay on her back on a couple of pine cones and a twig, on cool grass, with her arms bound together and gouging into her back, and she dreamed...
The African natives had her, and they were really delighted with her pale, freckled skin and her red hair, particularly when they ripped off her clothes and discovered how pale it was all around her pussy. They laughed and grinned and played with her vulva.
She couldn't make a sound or move without hurting herself. Her wrists were bound together behind her back. They had gagged her by tying a stick crosswise in her mouth, holding her mouth partially open. They made her go with them, deeper into the jungle. They kept pricking her in the back, both in the buttocks and right above them, where her hands were helplessly bound with their spears.
Helplessly, she trotted along after the leader. Her bare feet sank into the dust and her large breasts bounced rhythmically as she followed along, prodded from behind. It didn't strike her as odd that she had big bouncy jugs. She had wished they were bigger, for years, and especially since Terry's had ballooned so much.
Perspiration glistened on her naked ass and she tried to make it bounce less sexily as she walked. There was nothing she could do about her dancing bouncing jiggling swinging tits, and suddenly she was wishing she had less obtrusive, bothersome knockers.
Her face was flushed with humiliation as she listened to the jeering of the natives. They all wore strange furry loin-cloths, made from panthers. They belonged to the panther tribe. They were all black. They were black panthers, and they had her, all white and red-headed and young and lovely.
They were there. She heard footsteps and suddenly a tall and powerfully built black man was towering over her, looking down at her helplessly spread-eagled body. She wasn't sure how she'd got here, in this position.
Staring up at him in terror, she saw that he was holding a little handful of sharp objects ... they were, she saw with a shudder, nasty-looking thorns between four and six inches long...
With a grin at her expression, he knelt down beside her. His cock was both erect and enormous. Contrasting sharply with her smooth, white flesh, his black hand closed around one of her big tits. like a large spider, his fingers squeezed into the sexy mound to hold it steady. He studied it, smiling with gleaming white teeth. More startling contrast, against his jet black face.
Her eyes widened and her breathing quickened as she saw him lower one of the thorns to place its needly point just at her stiffly erected nipple. A small cry escaped her when the point touched her rosy crested breast and began, slowly, to pierce the spongy nipple-skin.
"No ... no-o-o ... hunnh!"
She squirmed helplessly against her bonds. He did not stop, but continued exerting pressure with his big strong hand, slowly pushing the thorn in deeper and deeper and deeper until she shrieked in agony at the feel of her flesh widening about the thorn. Sharp, searing pain stabbed through her entire tit.
Sweat streamed from her supine body as she felt the thorn stabbing deeper into the delicate tissues of her breast. The sharp point spread flaring agony as it thrust into her. And still he pushed.
When he stopped, she could see that only about an inch of the thorn protruded from her tormented nipple-and she could feel the rest of it, inside the smarting mass of tender flesh, far into her breast.
He transferred another of the thorns from his left hand to his right.
She suffered the torment of having another thorn thrust into the pink nipple of her other titty, and she shrieked piercingly, her sounds of agony mingling with the feel of it.
Once the nipple was nicely skewered, he rammed a couple more into the full fleshy bags, then stood up. He walked away. She was forced to lie there bound, her breasts mounds of twinging agony.
The hot sun beat down on her nakedness. She writhed under the constant sting of insidious tortures. She was tortured throughout the long African day, although the natives were careful not to disfigure her overmuch. They wanted their snowy-skinned victim to last a long time!
Sweating and twisting her anguished body, she could think only of the exquisite, continuing pain and the constant erotic thrills that both angered and confused her, surging through her belly in response to each new torture.
The sun was low in the sky and her arms were numb, bound behind her back, when they finally stopped working on her. She was moaning and panting from her ordeal. They pulled her roughly to her feet and the thorns hurt as her overblown jugs bounced, making her wish she had smaller tits...
Her entire body ached, but her tits hurt more as they bounced with her movements. The thorns were still imbedded in the soft white mounds thrusting from her chest and the big blunt thorn-ends still protruded from her flaming nipples. Her arms bound behind her, she was led to a tall thick stake, shuddering with pain each time her breasts jiggled.
Each jiggling bounce and sway of the excitingly firm balls of her tits sent electrifying shocks of pain through the soft globes.
Bound to the stake, she watched two of the natives approaching her. One of them carried a large earthen bowl. The other carried ... a corncob. (Were there corncobs in Africa? Of course. She was looking at it, a long, thick, rough-surfaced cylinder.) Trembling in fear, she wondered what they were going to do to her now. They came closer, then stopped in front of her. She twisted against the bonds holding her to the stake. Its rough wooden surface gouged into her back and her wrists hurt.
The woman with the corncob reached into the bowl and brought out the cob, dripping with something shiny. Suddenly their helpless captive saw that it was grease, thick and slick, and she understood with chilling certainty what they meant to do with that corncob!
She struggled against her bonds, begging them not to put it into her.
But both her pleas and her struggles were useless. Her full jugs heaved with heavy breathing as she watched the rough surface of the greasy cob. It was moving slowly, teasingly, toward her exposed and utterly defenseless cunt. Bound to the thick stake with her legs spread forcibly apart, she had no way of preventing them from carrying out their ugly intent.
The cob looked like it was a foot long.
She sobbed in fearful anticipation of its brutal entrance into her virginal body.
The small end of it touched her vulva in a cold, rough kiss. She held her breath. The big, bare-cocked black pushed. The soft fleshy lips spread before the steady pressure. This, the girl knew, was the easiest part of the monstrous thing they intended to do to her! It had not even begun to penetrate...
Then she grunted. "Unngh-ungh!" She felt the hot stab of pain and wished desperately that she could pull her legs together to stop this barbaric violation of her virginity. The pressure increased. The pain mounted as delicate membranes began to surround the corncob, reluctantly. She shrieked. Sweat glistened on her naked body.
As her screams pierced the air, the others started gathering around, grinning, to watch what was being done to their toy.
She pleaded with the big man to stop shoving the cob into her agonized pussy. Another stepped close, a ridiculously tall man with an equally ridiculous cock, a monster organ big around as her wrist and too long for any human, surely.
He shoved the big swollen knob of his prick into her mouth just as she opened wide to emit another agonized scream. She gulped and gasped. The huge cock effectively gagged her. It felt like a big rubber ball in her mouth, and she was forced to maintain the wide open position of her jaws. She dared not bite.
The others continued to force the cob deeper up the poor ravaged channel into her cunt. There was a flaring pain as it rammed into her hymen, a moment of prolonged agony, and then a loud popping sound. Blood spurted out of her widespread pussy lips. The corncob slipped in more easily, its way eased by both her blood and her silly cunt's juicing itself, as if in welcome of the terrible invasion.
She emitted sobbing grunts around her fleshy gag, feeling her dainty, soft cleft expanding more and more to receive the unnatural substitute for a cock. Pain was a hot river in her belly. Blood from her destroyed hymen was a red river on her thighs.
And finally she was stretched around the full diameter of it.
Excruciating bolts of pain lanced into her abdomen as she felt the thing slithering forcefully into her vagina. Sweat streamed from her shuddering young body. Her reactions were reduced to grunts as the corncob was crammed steadily, ever deeper into her belly's pained walls, even slick as they were.
Then the great rough cob had filled her entire cush. Only a small portion of the cob extended from the painfully spread, sweetly pink lips.
They're going to fuck me to death, she thought. And not even with cocks-with a corncob!
That's when Clint Moore came swinging down from the tall trees all around her. He wore a loincloth-but it didn't come near to covering his loins. He had more cock than the man gagging her. It was a monster, a beautiful hot-pink shaft of flesh that rammed way out from the curly bush of his crotch and waved in the air. Its great head was a huge red-purple helmet, both the color and the size of a ripe plum ready to burst.
Her captors were obviously terrified at his appearance on the scene. The man holding her gagged with his prong in her mouth tried to jerk free, but her teeth were lodged in the skin behind the flare of his cockhead, and with a shriek he tore it off! The big gagging head remained in her mouth, like a great rubber ball, and his blood-spewing shaft swung in the air, gouting out blood and cum until he dropped weakly and kicked like a shot dog.
Meanwhile Clint, her heroic rescuer, was downing captor after captor in a novel way: He held the huge shaft of his prick in one hand while squeezing his balls with the other. With each squeeze, a spurting jet of yellow-white semen shot forth to smack loudly against one of the black men-and where the cum struck, it smoked and burned its screaming recipient.
Clint swung his hips and his cock, directing it like a fire hose. Her captors went down one after another.
But now the man who had been forcing the corncob up her twat spun, leering, and started bringing up his knee. She knew he was going to ram it into the cob and shove it up her belly, tearing her apart inside so that she would die of internal hemorrhaging.
Desperately, she clamped down hard with all the muscles of her cob-filled pussy, squeezing and pushing hard as though trying to piss to beat a deadline. His knee was flashing up, almost to the portion of cob protruding from her ravaged gash. . . she was pushing hard, grunting with effort. . . Plop!
The corncob shot out of her cunt with terrible force, fired by her excellent young pussy muscles like a shell from a cannon. It drove straight into the man's belly, drilling in with great force, and she saw it fly bloodily out of his back.
Her tormentor fell dead. He was the last of them. Smiling, his beautiful big cockshaft dribbling cum, Clint came striding over to her. She grunted in pain when he seized the thorn-tips from each of her nipples and jerked them out. Blood spurted, staining his chin and dribbling down, and he bent swiftly to catch it in his mouth. Then, stroking her body, he began suckling away at her blood-oozing nipples.
She sighed. Her mouth hurt, and her shoulders felt strained, and her wrists hurt because they were bound behind her. Also, she was lying on her own bound hands, which dug into her back. So did other things; a twig and a couple of pine cones. She was chilly and she couldn't see or speak. She blinked. Her eyelashes touched something. There was cloth over her eyes, rendering her sightless, and something like a big rubber ball-or the head of a cock!-was tied into her mouth.
Then she realized that she had been dreaming, and that she was now awake. She was outside someplace, bound and gagged and blindfolded and lying on her back. Whoever had her, someone with a voice like Clint's, had used a knife to slice her dress all the way down the front, and now he was kneeling between her thighs, half lying on her, fondling her while he sucked and licked at her nipples.
She was still a captive. She was still helpless and she could not cry out in outrage or for help. She was still, she realized with a lurch in her belly that brought bile into her throat, going to be raped-and not, this time, this real time, with a corncob. With a stranger's cock.
And she knew with terrible certainty that this time Clint Moore was not going to come to her rescue!
CHAPTER NINE
The girl woke up while Pete Moore was sucking her titties, and he smiled and tugged harder at her tender virginal nipples with his mouth.
She squirmed beneath him, but she sure and shit wasn't going anywhere. Sliding a hand down her waist and over the slight flare of her hip, he brought it in and began playing with the soft, curling, red pussy hair bushing like a mossy little hill between her gleaming white thighs.
She groaned through her gag and tried to clamp her legs together. She couldn't. His kneeling body was in the way, and she hurt her calf, banging it against his shoe heel. He continued to play with the bulge of her bushy pelvis.
"Mm-mfff!" she groaned. "MMMGFF!
G-a-a-m-mm! MMFF!"
Chuckling, he titillated her twiggy nipples with his busy wet tongue and let her feel his teeth, meanwhile letting his hand play over firm, ripe flesh. His fingers enveloped themselves in the softness of all that sweet pubic hair while his mouth pulled steadily at her titflesh.
With his teeth closed around one" softly colored berry, he pulled it upward, stretching the tender, spongy flesh and making her shiver in pain and fear. She realized that he had been nibbling her nips for quite some time. Her dream had mirrored the pain by letting her think she was being stabbed with thorns!
Sliding his hand over her tender cunt lips, he pressed a firm finger onto her clitoris. As the fingertip began to circle, the pink cleft in the furry purse of her vulva welled up as if crying ... in delight. He let his fingers slip in and out of her, teasing her, making her grunt and lurch in pain when he tapped a fingernail against the barrier of her hymen.
He got her legs up, slapped the very firm underside of one slim thigh when she tried to lower it, and pushed a finger up into her ass-hole. He began to agitate it gently.
"Hunnnhh! Gaa-nngh, ngh guungh!"
"Yeah," he grunted, big fingers digging, jamming up her tight anus, thrusting at her unprotected labia, edging forward between them and into her fearful cunt.
He grinned at the sight of her face: her eyes doubtless wide and horrified behind the blindfold, her nostrils flaring, her gaping, gasping mouth crammed full of a rubber ball, the helpless, lustful flashes of sensuality playing over her contorted face.
"Gonna ... fuck ... you-u-u-u," he whispered, and watched in delight as she went into a new jerking squirming maelstrom of totally fruitless activity.
She could only lie there in helpless, motionless servility while his mouth and hands fondled her exposed body with obscene intimacy.
She groaned loudly, even around the gag, when he used both hands-one fast between her tight-skinned thighs-to turn her over onto her stomach. His eyes flared as he gazed down at the rounded upward bulge of her ass, and he fondled it. So round, so young and tight-muscled and firm. The hands bound there, low on her back, tried to grab at his; he slapped her ass, hard, and watched the cheeks jump and tighten still more.
His cock was aching and his balls were red-hot and terribly tight. The prospect of taking her cherry from behind, while she was utterly helpless this way, excited and incited him more than his rough treatment of Lana-and that was the biggest thrill he'd had in years. His big prick was hard and erect and throbbing, a rigid rod of lust whose underside was webbed with pulsing purplish veins. Blood pumped wildly into it. . . swelling it up more and more until the knobby head burst out of its foreskin sheath and glistened in the moonlight.
He wanted in her. He had to get in her! He'd had enough of this playing around-he wanted to fuck!
Rising behind her prone body, he bent to hoist her up. She squirmed, but otherwise hung limply as he eased her forward. Across the old fallen log . She grunted when he lowered her on it. It gouged up into her stomach. She lay across the log, her head and knees and feet down and her ass poking excitingly up into the air.
Beneath her projected butt, he could see the little pale red beard of soft hair, curling at the very base of her body. He knelt behind her and clamped a hand to each of the succulently-fleshed and nicely rounded rump-cheeks. Slowly, carefully, he moved his pelvis forward. His eyes were bright and excited as he watched his big turgidly-swollen prick approach the lower curves of her beautifully upturned butt.
She quivered at the sudden hot pressure of his prick-knob against the lower curves of her ass. She tried to say "No," but with her mouth forced open by the rubber ball, she could not pronounce an "n."
"G-g-go-o-oo!"
"Go," he grinned, "yeahhh!"
The blood-engorged head of his cock now pressed against the Jittle purse of her pussy and he pushed, peeling back the fleshy folds of her cunt lips. The crown of his penis pushed slowly between them.
Her toes dug at the ground, hurtfully. Her belly grated on the log as she tried to push herself forward. But her hands were bound on her back, and he held her easily, his hands on her flaring buttocks. He grasped them tightly, his cock just inside the sweet warm shelter of her labia.
He pushed. Slowly, gradually the ragged pink mouth of her virginal pussy widened around the head of his prick. The shaft followed. Then she was trembling and moaning, feeling herself spread, feeling her unopened cunt surrounding his engorged cock.
Pushing a little farther, he felt the very tip of his cock encounter the natural obstacle guarding her uncharted passage. She moaned and shivered violently. He pulled his hips back, hunched forward, pulled and hunched, sliding slightly in and out against her hymen in a couple of practice pushes.
Then he stabbed forward with all the strength of his lower body.
"Guunnnhhh-uhhh!"
His cock rammed into her open-mouthed cunt and wedged itself deeply up inside the tight, hot confines of her vagina. Smiling happily and groaning a little at the extreme heat and tightness of her, he delved into her virgin flesh. It had been very easy.
Fuck my wife will you, Pete thought. Well, you'll play hell being first into this sweet little hole, Clint!
Yet even then he felt guilty, because he knew damned well that his son hadn't seduced his stepmother. Lana had made that first move, Pete was certain.
But to hell with that. He was busy. He had a hot tight virgin pussy to fuck!
He slicked it all the way out and rammed it in again, making her choke out a gagging sound and lunge again-scraping her skin over the dead log she lay across.
He continued jerking in and out of her from behind, his pelvis spanking the buttocks swelling ripely out, his cock afire in the tight embrace of her cunt. He felt a sucking sensation on his swollen and lustful prong, all around its thick length. Recklessly and brutally he poked her, opening her virginal flesh, scoring her hot innards as he strove to fill her to overflowing with unbending, burning meat.
She writhed beneath him, feeling herself stretched hugely around the thick shaft he buried far up in her cush, fucking her from behind as if she were a dog, a bitch to be grabbed and socked full of semen.
He shoved farther, harder, slamming it into her in bestial lust.
He screwed her pussy until he knew he had it wide open and he could feel the slippery juice oozing down all around his entrenched cock. When he pulled it out, long and hard and red, it was absolutely coated with her slippery vaginal fluids.
That way it was easy to shove it in between the firm, resilient globes of her ass, which he held at bay with both hands. He prodded and skewered deep up that pert little hole until it flowered helplessly in welcome. Ignoring her ugly, semi-gagged cries, he shoved hard to sheath another inch of male meat in her.
He reached a couple of fingers down to sink them up into her juicy, empty cunt-hole. She jerked wildly. With two fingers up her virginal snatch--her formerly virginal snatch-and his cock way up inside her ass-hole-which he thought was virginal-he fucked her in both holes at once.
She writhed in terror and pain and ... rising sensual pleasure.
Her anxious, helplessly squirming movements only added to his pleasure. He continued prodding hard into the warm tight chamber of her ass, curving his cunt-enveloped fingers up to caress the underside of his prick, right through the thin wall of wet skin separating her two well-fucked apertures.
Jerking his prick out of her ass, he used his hand to guide it back into her cunt. He fucked her cunt a while.
Then he pulled all the way out and crammed his big swollen peter back into her ass-hole. He ground in and out of that a while, smacking her ass-cheeks with his crotch and slurping his two fingers up and down the wet open passage of her nicely-open cunt.
Dragging his burning cock once again out of her anus, he again sank it up her crotch.
Helplessly, she began moving. Her entire body was pulsing with sexual excitement. She was no ordinary, whining virgin grabbed and flung down and raped. She was a girl who had sucked cock and loved it, who had taken young pretty prick up her ass and loved it, who had dreamed of cock for years. She was in no danger of losing her mind and winding up behind walls, in psychiatric treatment, because of a vicious outdoors rape. Kitty was a sensuous young woman with sex on her mind, and her body responded hotly to its violation, even though it was against her will.
The sliding, slithering tool and squirmy fingers inflamed her passion and made her sigh and writhe in raw ecstasy.
She began working her firm ass-cheeks against her rapist. Her body slipped forward a little on the log. She groaned. It hurt ... it was more pressure than she'd have wanted ... but. . . she was definitely rubbing her clitoris against the log that provided a rough cushion for her bowed body!
He fucked and fucked her, screwed her ass and pulled out and screwed her cunt and pulled out and poled in and out of her sweltering ass-hole again, tickled her lips and her inner pussy channel with his fingers, poked them into her anus, changed again with fingers in one hole and cock in another, switched again, fucking her hard and deep and well and thoroughly.
It made her dizzy with ecstasy. She couldn't help it. Lust smoldered and rose up into flames inside her ... prick came out of her gaping ass-hole and she felt it sliding under and in, a torrid truncheon of sex that now plugged and ramrodded the hole between the robustly-parted cheeks of her bottom. Hot juices flowed out from the weakened, flaccid depths of her cunt to smear his cock and his fingers.
With a cry, he barely got his painfully-swollen and hard-throbbing cockstaff out of her cunt and back into her ass-hole in time.
He came and came. Jet after cataclysmic jet of warm, creamy cum shot up into her bowels. The semen burst from his prick almost painfully, as if he hadn't had a cum for weeks. She squirmed and sobbed, feeling the glutinous fluids bathing her anal interior, feeling her guts knot up tighter and tighter ... until a fabulous orgasm exploded hotly through the deepest recesses of her mightily-fucked body.
When his limp, spent prick at last oozed emptily from her, he could hardly move. He slumped onto her ass and was still a long time.
Then, at last regaining his strength, he rose and picked her up, her own fluids trickled out of her red-mouthed cunt. His cum oozed steadily out of her anal mouth, which was just as red, all around the rim.
He couldn't do it. He had to make the bound, blindfolded and gagged girl walk up the hill and down the other side. He guided her and helped support her with one hand. In the other he carried her ruined dress. Bra and panties he left in the woods. To hell with them!
It was nearly eleven o'clock when he opened the door of the motel room and took her inside. He had it all planned. He took her in and made her sit on the toilet in the little bathroom. Then he tied her ankles together, and only then did he cut the ropes on her wrists.
Then Pete swung around and hurried through the motel room, out to his car, and took off.
The first thing Kitty did was drag off her blindfold. Then she got rid of the gag. Then, trying to get up, she fell flat on her face. She heard the car drive away as she untied her ankles.
Someone raped me, she thought. Someone. . . who sounded like Clint, and who drove his father's car. . .
For the first time the unbelievable truth hit her. It had to be. She had been raped by Clint's own father!
At last she got up, weeping. Her nipples were sore and she could tell they were a little bruised. She was sore in the cunt, too. There were red abraded marks on her belly, where she had lain so long across that nasty log. And ... her underwear was gone, and her dress ruined. He had ... he had cut her best, sexiest dress, all the way down the front!
Kitty burst into tears. He didn't have to do that!
She sank down onto the toilet again, and cried.
After perhaps twenty minutes, she at last decided that the only thing to do was use the ropes he'd bound her with. She did, pulling her dress close together and tying it there, using the ropes like a belt. Then she collected the ball, the headband, everything else. Her purse she found on the floor, just inside the door where he had grabbed her.
She drove home slowly and with great care. She felt weak ... and besides, it wouldn't do to get picked up for some silly little violation-not looking like this!
She had read somewhere that only ten percent of rape victims ever reported their rape.
She would be a part of that other ninety percent. She couldn't, wouldn't tell anyone. She was all right. And she wasn't even in any danger; at least the monster had spat his juice up her back!
The thought made her wiggle a little, on the car seat, and after she pulled her uncle's car up at the house, she sat there and used her finger-carefully, for she was tender down thereto give herself another cum. Then she went inside and undressed in the dark.
"Umm ... Kitty?" Terry sighed sleepily as her cousin slid into the bed.
"Sh. Go back to sleep, baby," Kitty murmured, and she lay there thinking. At last she went to sleep, and when she awoke in the morning she bore a few marks but wasn't even sore, unless her nipples counted. They sent sharp little flashes of pain into her when they were touched.
CHAPTER TEN
A week had passed since her rape and Kitty was fine. She was so fine she had even had another of those delightful sexual sessions with her teenaged cousins, the night Uncle Paul and Aunt Margie went over to the Jackson's.
She and Clint had gone out, to a little discotheque with wild lights and wilder music. They had had a few drinks and danced and talked-as much as possible, with all the noise-and left at ten. They had parked, and strangely enough, they had sat there and talked, nothing else, for over two hours.
Then, after about a half-hour of some pretty serious necking, she had started to take his hand away from her pussy-but it was too late. Already hot liquid lust was rushing all through her. She used a wad of Puff tissues from the box he carried in the car to jack him off while he rubbed her to orgasm.
,It didn't occur to her until the next day that he'd had a finger all the way up inside her cunt, and knew she wasn't virgin. That bothered her; she was nervous and embarrassed all next day, afraid he'd never look at her again.
What she didn't know was that he was delighted. Clint assumed that she had had some experience and wasn't the naive little girl he had thought. That was fine with him. He'd had plenty of experience, and he preferred women, not girls. It also excited him, naturally enough. She was more available than he'd thought-and since she had apparently had sexual experience, he must not be the only man in her life. That, the prospect that there might well be some competition, made her considerably more attractive.
What he might have done had he known the manner of her losing her cherry ... that was too ugly to think about.
He did know one thing. Something had happened to his father. Suddenly he didn't "have to" go out at night any more. Suddenly he and Lana were like ... like honeymooners. Clint moved out, and he was sure no one was sorry but Dawn.
Now, in his small apartment, he found himself thinking about Kitty a lot more than he'd have preferred. It bugged him. Falling in love was something he hadn't intended to do.
Neither he nor Dawn knew about his father and stepmother. Carefully, because of the thirteen-year-old Dawn, they were rediscovering sex and each other. Pete was bitterly ashamed about his rape of Kitty; if he could go back in time, he wouldn't do it again. But he knew that it was something he'd have to live with. He'd never be able to tell anyone, even Lana. He didn't dare. Meanwhile, he and she played tie-up games now, and spanking games, and "rape," and both of them loved it and knew she loved getting his cock up her rectum.
The one thing he did do, secretly and sneakily and embarrassedly, was order a very sexy dress from Lana's Frederick's of Hollywood catalog. It cost too much, but it made him feel better. He filled out the order with Kitty's name and address and went to the Post Office to buy a money order. Then he mailed it off. At least, he thought, he could replace the dress he had ruined!
What he didn't know was that he had done a lot toward getting the girl and his son together. Too, both his beating-"raping" experience with his wife and guilt about what he'd done with Kitty made a different man of him. No more running around. He had all the woman he could take care of, right at home. He'd just forgotten. He wasn't-likely to again.
So-he and Lana were happier, much happier. And his one act of pure vengeful evil was having an effect on Clint that would bring a new happiness to him and Kitty!
Kitty got home before Paul and Margie Crawford the day the box came. It had her name on it and it was prepaid. She took it upstairs to open it in private. The scooped-neck, long-sleeved crepe dress was enough to take her breath away. It was beautiful, a glossy black that she knew would be the sexiest thing she'd ever had on. It showed her legs to perfection and clung nicely to her buttocks, making them even prettier and sexier than nakedness.
She hung it in the closet and took the box and papers out to the trashcan out back. She knew very well where the dress had come from.
So Clint's daddy decided to rape me, for some reason. . . trouble between them. But he's not a bad man ... so he felt guilty, and sent me the dress. OK, I'll sure keep it. I deserve it! Besides, I need it, since he utterly ruined the other one!
She reaffirmed her decision: She'd never tell anyone. She didn't know how they'd act if she and Pete Moore ever came face to face, but. . . she'd keep the secret of the rape. There was no use siccing the police on Clint's father ... and if she told Clint-she shivered. She just didn't know. He might kill his own father.
No, she was better off, everybody was better off, just to pretend that it had never happened.
She had to get over this thing about young cock, too. Especially now that she'd been rummaged, fore and aft, by the fat hot prong of a grown man.
What I need, she thought, is to get myself laid. Not by a fourteen-year-old boy; lord, we could both get in all kinds of trouble! If only that slow-acting Clint would...
But she sucked Tommy off that week, all the same. She just had to. What she wanted was that lovely thick cum-filled tallywhacker up her cunt ... but she couldn't let Tommy know that she wasn't a virgin anymore. He might let her aunt and uncle know, even unintentionally. And Kitty didn't know how they'd accept word that she'd been ... well, fucking around. It would have to be that way, since she wasn't going to talk about the rape, ever.
Two days after she and Clint had hand-climaxed each other in the car, he asked her to lunch. She sighed in relief and accepted immediately. It was strange, and a lot of fun, having a date in the middle of the day. They did more talking than eating. On the way back to Carpet Villa, he asked her out to dinner that night. He had told her about his new apartment.
"Ican't," she said, thinking about what she'd been told at breakfast-Paul and Margie were going out tonight, and Kitty was "on duty." She chewed her lip. They were walking along the sidewalk, holding hands. "Listen, why not make it Saturday-oh, is that pushy?"
He chuckled. "No, I just-"
"Maybe I could come over to your apartment and cook supper for you," she suggested. Her heartbeat stepped up.
"Oh, hey, that sounds great!" he said, squeezing her hand. "What can you cook?"
"Nearly everything," she admitted. "I mean-I've had plenty of experience, you know!"
"Yeah," he said grimly. "The Crawfords' live-in slave!"
"Now don't start that."
He squeezed her hand again. They were back at the store, now. "Sorry," Clint said. "Well, we'll call it an apartment-warming, and celebrate with steak. I'll lay in a little wine, too."
"Good!" she cried happily, and she could hardly wait until Saturday.
But on Friday she had to tell him: casually, Paul and Margie had told her they were going out tomorrow night. She and Clint would have to put off their housewarming party for his new apartment. She apologized, and he accepted it stony-faced. She was astonished when he showed up at the Crawford house that night.
Margie and Paul had met him, and liked him well enough. They asked him to sit down and offered him a beer.
"Thanks, I can do without it-did you two know that Kitty and I had a date tomorrow night? "
Margie and Paul looked at Kitty, then at each other. Margie frowned.
"Why ... no. She didn't tell us. Kitty?"
Kitty stared at the rug.
Now Clint was frowning. "Oh boy. Look, I came over here to give you two hell. Now..." He sighed and shook his head. "Kitty's been doing a lot of your cooking, hasn't she?"
"Margie nodded. "Yes, she-"
"And a lot of the babysitting too, right? like, most nights?"
"Clint. . . "Kitty began.
"Yeah," Paul said truculently. "We took her in when her parents were killed in an accident. She's like a daughter to us, and yes, we've certainly raised her to know that everybody works and carries his load."
Clint leaned back in his chair. "I think I'm on the wrong foot. Kitty: Have you ever complained? I mean-you didn't even tell them you and I had a date tomorrow night?" He glanced sharply at Paul and closed his mouth by saying, "She's not a child anymore, you know."
Kitty sat there staring at the floor. Slowly, she shook her head.
"I don't know why," Clint said, "but she's obviously scared of you two."
"Oh now, hell!" Paul said. "We've never-Kitty..."
"How about that beer, Clint?" Margie offered, getting up. "I'm beginning to see ... you came over to chew us out about being white slavers or something, didn't you?"
He nodded grimly. Margie laughed. Paul, amazed, glanced at Kitty. She was staring at the rug, bright red.
Suddenly Clint was laughing too.
Kitty's head jerked up. "Stop laughing at me!"
Clint jumped up and went to her. "Honey-we're not laughing at you. We're laughing at me. I'm a damned idiot. You're not too much brighter, and these two ... hell, they're so used to your being a mouse they never even think about what, you might want to do at night!"
They had that beer, and a couple more, and they talked. Even Kitty joined in, finally. A few honest words got said. Lake, a girl who had lost her parents in the snap of a finger and had been taken in ... she was overly grateful, pretty insecure, and not pushy enough. The boat of her life had nearly been sunk by her parents' death. Now she was afraid to rock it here. She couldn't bear the thought of another blowup, another painful separation from security.
That was it. And Paul and Margie were not slave-drivers. They just took her for granted. And before the night was out they were all apologizing to each other, and both Margie and Kitty were crying, and Clint and Paul were looking at each other with respect, two men.
"Your plans are made, and Kitty and I can break ours, for tomorrow night," Clint said, rising. "But-what about Sunday night? Want to have those steaks at my place Sunday night?"
"At your place-beware the wicked bachelor!" Margie laughed. It was very obvious by now that she like Clint.
Kitty nodded. "Y-yes, I'd love to."
"Well. . . maybe a little compromise," Margie suggested. "Why don't you come over here and keep her company tomorrow night, Clint?"
Clint looked questioningly at Kitty. She nodded. "Oh yes!"
Everybody was happy when Clint left. Also, three people both liked and respected him for his strength.
He came over the following night, and he and Kitty watched TV on the living room couch, and one thing led to another, and a surprised and very happy Clint Moore got his cock sweetly sucked. A moment after he came, he glanced up-and there were both Tommy and Terry, watching. Tommy had a hard-on and was playing with it. Grinning at the man with his cock in her cousin's mouth, Terry hoisted her shortie pajama top to show him her lightly-furred, bulging little pussy. Clint nearly fell off the couch.
'. 'I'll bet I can suck that pretty thing up again,"
Terry sang out.
Still swallowing semen, Kitty jumped a foot, then stared at the two kids. Slowly, she and Clint looked at each other.
Then Clint stood up. "I think I better get outta here," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow night, honey."
Kitty nodded, kissed him at the door, and then turned around to the kids, looking daggers at them.
"Boy he's handsome-he's cute!" Terry cried, playing with herself.
"I ought to take you both out and-J' Kitty broke off. She was staring at the hard young cock Tommy was waving at her.
Grinning, he walked over to her.
The martinis Clint made were cold and good, and both of them had a little buzz on when he and Kitty sat down to eat the steaks she had cooked in his new apartment. The good food took most of the buzz away, and Kitty was glad. She wanted a clear head.
The meal was good, and Clint couldn't compliment her enough. She insisted on washing up, and he got involved with her as she stood before the sink. His hands reached around to play with her tits. His hard-bulging crotch rubbed her ass until she trembled.
When she at last finished, she was hot and trembling. She turned and immediately took the full rigid pressure of his tongue spearing into her mouth. She took it moaning and sighing and her nipples nudged his chest while she kissed him hungrily. Around and around in her mouth his tongue darted and probed.
Sinking slowly to her knees right there in his tiny kitchenette, she eagerly took out his cock. She couldn't resist, couldn't control herself. Also they had not made mention of the kids last night, and she was not anxious to get into a discussion about that!
His cock jumped out at her, all swollen up and red, feverish looking in its high-standing lust for her. She fondled it, loving its softness and the veins that ran sexily around the big shaft, just under the skin. Pumping with slow movements of her hand, she slid the rumply foreskin back to bare the big juicy-looking knob.
Her mouth and tongue wandered all over the thick swollen cum-gun and down onto the furry, hot reservoir of his ball bag.
Then she opened wide and engulfed the silky crown and the hard shaft it tipped. He groaned in pleasure as her lips spread around it. The big knob pulsed against the roof of her mouth and caressed her tongue. Wiggling it, she caressed right back. Then she applied a hard, balls-tightening suction.
"You sweet darling," he said, "you've got to be the world's greatest."
She slid her mouth back and up off his throbbing prong.
"The world's best what?"
"The world's best cocksucker."
That was sexy, his calling her that, and it made her shiver. She smiled, squeezed his cock firmly, down near the hairy base, and licked its tip noisily, wanting him both to see and hear her licking his prick head like an ice-cream cone.
"You're liable to get into some trouble though, if you're not careful," he said.
"Hmmm?" She looked questioningly up at him with her lips all pushed out around the bulging knob tipping his prick.
He smiled down at her, knowingly.
"You're an expert. You really know how to do it. You suck a cock like you've had plenty of practice. Then there was that business of those two showing up last night, watching us. . . you have been practicing, haven't you? You've been sucking Tommy's cock."
She shuddered and looked stricken. "No-o," she started to say, but both of them knew she was lying.
He laughed aloud. "You sexy little bitch! God, I'm glad I've got you and no one else has!" "Oh? Have you got me?"
"Yep. You're damned well my girl, and for a long long time."
She sighed and tucked his congested, powerful meat into the hot confines of her sucking mouth again.
He chuckled once more. "So you've been doing Tommy. And he's so young-well, I admit I, ah, gave my stepsister certain instructions in fucking and sucking ... "
She backed off his cock again and stared up at him with her eyes and mouth both wide open. "You what?"
He nodded. "So we've both gotten some experience with ... under-age partners," he said. "Do Margie and Paul know?"
"Lord NO-O-OH!"
He laughed, reaching down to pull her to her feet. "Come on baby, let's get out of this kitchen and into the bedroom. Both of us want to fuck and we both knew we would before you came over tonight."
"Hey, wait a minute ... who're you taking for granted?"
Turning her to face him, he shoved his hands up under her blouse and tweaked her nipples firmly between his thumbs and forefingers. She shivered and rolled her eyes helplessly.
"Uh-ummm . . .o-o-ohh ... dar ... darling..."
He smiled and said, "I'm taking you for granted, you sexy wench! You're all glands!"
She did not resist or make any more token protests as he took her firmly into the bedroom. He opened her blouse, pulled it off, and bent to kiss first one spearing pink nipple, then the other.
With one hand she held his head to her breast; with the other she attacked his belt-buckle.
Finally they had to part while she got out of her skirt and he stripped off pants, then shirt, baring that big rock-hard lust-pole she had sucked so sweetly. He gazed at her beautiful out-thrusting mount, all tangled with a cluster of red curls that very nearly concealed the exquisitely tight little slit of her cunt.
Then he went to her again, pulling her long, slim body hard against his and grinding her nipples against his hard male chest while he kissed her, hard and deep. The spearing shaft of his cock throbbed hard against her belly, leaving sticky traces all around her navel.
Whirling, he dropped her onto his bed and they both chuckled delightedly as she bounced. Her legs flew apart to show him her slitted vulva and he went straight to it as if it had a magnet inside.
She lay on her back, staring in quivery anticipation while he moved up between her legs and cradled his face in her anxious thighs.
"Ah ... aahhh-umm!" she groaned, feeling his breath, then his mouth covering her crotch, gliding down over her pussy lips, his tongue running out to wiggle and glide over her pubic hair until it lay down and glistened sleekly.
She was soon whimpering and moaning and her tits jumped and the nipples speared the air with her excited breathing and jerking about. The soft flesh he was eating became wetter and wetter as warm juices welled up inside her squirming pussy and drooled out of the parting crack to wet the plump pink lips and the curly red tendrils of her pubic fur.
Her inner juice was aflow and he sucked deeply to taste it. Her body shook and jerked and she poured out incoherent sighs and moans while he lapped up and sucked out the oozing sauce of her slitted young pussy-mouth. His nose rubbed gently at her clitoris and she sighed and felt as if she were about to float up off the bed.
He slid his mouth upward. His tongue, tracing up the now-open slash of her vulva, found her clitoral nubbin. He sucked it swiftly into his mouth. Her thighs tensed and quivered and her belly went all tight.
"Ah-aharrrrrrrrghhhhhh!" she growled.
Tingles of extreme pleasure gushed through her. After giving her nubby clit a thorough tongue lashing, he sucked at her pink pussy lips again, finding more slick juice. Then he returned his firmly-held tongue to her clit again.
When he knew she was nearly wild and just seconds away from coming, he moved swiftly forward and, with astonishing ease, buried his cock in the hot juicy hole he had been sucking. Soft, slippery wet inner membranes were hurled open. Her once-probed channel convulsed around the thickness of his hard male staff.
"Auuunnnnnngh!" she grunted out. Her eyes bulged and her body went taut as he grabbed her naked hips with cruel strength and dragged her against him. The long pole of flesh imbedded itself in her farther and farther.
"Take it," he groaned, pushing hard and jerking her against him. "Take it you sexy woman-Hake it all, all up in that hot hole of yours!"
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, o-o-o-oohhhh, yessss, GIVE it to me!"
He gave it to her, hard. Her tightness excited him, spurred him, made him want to force her snug pussy to flower open even more to make way for his swollen sex-tube until the swollen head of that entrenched prick was bulling its way into her cervix, skewering into her very womb, so that he could plant his spermy seed way up inside her.
Her movements became as uncontrolled as his, her body flailing and humping crazily beneath his hot, overpowering assault and she screamed as she felt it wedging itself deep inside her and growing still bigger and harder, throbbing away inside her juicing gloriously excited cunt-He had nearly brought her off with his mouth, and now, lying there with a pussy full of cock, she let out scream after scream as she began contracting inside, her hot slitted hole opening and closing around him in the spasms of orgasm.
It felt like a volcano was erupting in the very depths of her hot, pulsating cunt.
Now he was pumping into a lake of her flowing cum, and he pulled her legs up and up. She moaned and shuddered. She could feel his cock, harder and harder in her, pressing as he tilted her up. Then her feet were slipping over his shoulders and he was cramming himself down into her upturned cunt harder than ever.
Jerking, hunching, pounding hard and deep, he slapped her naked and creamy body with his, again and again. She cried out in pain and joy. His deep-rooting meat felt as if it were trying to force itself up through her quaking belly with the heat and the power of his drives, ramming her deep with sweltering cock.
Suddenly he paused. Leaving his heavy root anchored motionlessly deep inside her, he bent forward to bathe her swollen nipples with a hot torrent of kisses. Her legs slid over his shoulders, farther and farther, increasing the pressure of his throbbing meat inside her. Her body jerked and she moaned.
Raising his mouth from her saliva-glistening tits, he started moving again, driving down into her with pile driver force. That hurt, and she grunted out her pain.
"Guh-unnnngh ... hurts..."
He knew damned well it did. He could tell she hadn't had enough cock up her cunt to loosen the inner folds of delicate skin. She had very-likely never been balled this deeply.
Lowering her legs from his shoulders, he listened to her sigh. She smiled and now her body thrashed, pushing and bucking at him.
Suddenly he pulled it all the way out, turned her swiftly over, and plunged his achingly turgid tool back into her pussy, from behind. Now her round, firm, rather small buttocks provided a fine cushion for his lunging grinding stomach and pelvis as he continued ramming in and out of her.
Suddenly she felt his cock growing in her. She had felt that before, both in her ass-hole and in her mouth. She knew what it meant. He was getting ready to cum in a spasmodic release of lust. Her straining, contracting inner muscles expanded still more to accommodate the mighty log sunk deep in the moist sheath of her hot pussy.
Then it jerked and started filling her with its spewing seed.
Shaken by shivering groans and helpless jerks, he spouted his hot surging milk into her thirsty split. She took it with rapturous sighs of delight, feeling a warm pool of his cum grow inside her.
He lay there on her back for a long while, keeping it in her, soaking his tool in his own semen and warming her with the weight and security of his body.
At last he rolled from her and turned her to face him. They kissed, this time without the urgency of lust.
"I'll bet there's some left," she said suddenly, and she bounced swiftly down the bed to his loins.
His cock was still thick and long, although no longer steely hard. She could see the wet gleam of his cum all over it. She began licking and sucking it off, then slipped her mouth over the bulging bulb and most of the way down the flagging shaft.
He groaned aloud as her sucking made wild sexy noises that quaked his body with ecstatic shivers. Then he groaned again: She used one hand to grip his balls, squeezing, trying to force more seed out of them, to force more hot cum up from his scrotum into his big rubbery prick.
Propping himself up on his forearms, he raised up to look down the length of his body at her. He watched the eager red head bob up and down over his crotch. A broad grin tugged his mouth wide.
What a groove, to watch her, to feel her kneeling there with her hair tickling his thighs and her mouth forming a hot slick vise crammed full of long thick cock!
He hated to stop her, but ... a man must be thoughtful of the woman he fills with his seed.
"You-uh ... you'd better ... oh, God DAMN!" He reached down to twine his fingers in her hair and pull her suction-pump mouth off his heaving tool. "You'd better get into the bathroom, baby ... I don't want any little Clints growing up inside you!"
With a little cry, she jumped off the bed and ran to his tiny bathroom. He lay there watching, enjoying the sight of her flashing long legs and the well-oiled piston look of her buttocks, gliding swiftly up and down as she ran.
He looked down at his cock. It was longish, thickish, and limp. It still shone with moisture, but now it was saliva, not the cum she had sucked off it and swallowed happily down.
What I should do, he thought, is get a vacuum cleaner and use it to suck my cum out of her cunt. Then I could feed it to the sexy darling!
He heard water running in the bathroom. Suddenly he sat up and wrapped his hand around his sagging peter. You, he thought, have got more strength in you yet! Up up and away!
When she returned with her pussy all washed out, she was astounded to find that the limp hose she'd left had become a huge shaft of fiery meat. She stopped dead still, staring, clapping her hands together excitedly.
"Ooooooh! Don't you ever stop?"
He shook his head. "Nope." Swinging his legs over, he stood up and walked to her with his cock jumping thickly around in front of him like a sapling in a hurricane. His hands clamped her hips, lifted her squealing off the floor, and plumped her firm butt down on the small desk in his bedroom.
"Uh," she grunted, as her butt slapped down on the desk, then, "NNN-UNNHHH!" she groaned more loudly, for once again her pussy lips were being forced apart by a hard, thick, swollen intrusion into their snug and reluctant grasp.
They didn't stay reluctant long. They opened right up, and so did the hot tunnel of flesh they framed. She shuddered violently as her inner walls were swept aside by the big prick skewering up into the wet smooth burrow of her cunt.
Then, standing before the naked girl seated on the desk, he fucked her again.
By the time she got home that night, Kitty damned well knew what fucking was, and she damned well knew what a man was, too.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kitty McGuire's precocious cousins didn't get any sexual action from her in the next couple of weeks. She wasn't there most of the time, for one thing, and when she did come in she was sexually zonked out from sessions with Clint. Tommy and Terry did a little hinting around with Mae, their new baby sitter, but they didn't get anywhere. They had to make do with each other.
Margie knew very well what was going down with Kitty, and she wasn't the sort to give the girl a chewing out. Margie and Paul led a full sex life, and they had before they were married, too. Besides, she liked Clint, a strong, honestly male man. She didn't care for the he-man caveman types, who had something to prove, but she and most women like her certainly proved a guy with backbone who wasn't afraid to talk up and take command of situations.
One situation Margie took command of, though: She got Kitty to go see her doctor, for an examination and a prescription for the pill. It looked very much like Clint and Kitty would wind up married, but Margie couldn't see much reason for Kitty to turn up for the ceremony in a maternity wedding gown!
Then the Blairs asked Paul and Margie out to their cabin on the lake for the weekend, and, after checking to be certain that Mae could be in the house when Kitty wasn't, the Crawfords happily accepted. But at the last minute, Mae came down with, of all things, measles. Now that everybody knew she was not a slave, Kitty could be nice. She volunteered. She would pass up going out with Clint for the weekend, and sort of ride herd on the two teeners. They were past the age of needing a baby sitter, but Margie wasn't about to trust them with things like fixing their own meals for an entire weekend.
Seeing a great chance to really surprise Kitty, Clint pretended that he had to be out of town all weekend anyhow, so it didn't matter.
By eight-thirty Saturday night, Kitty had succumbed to the old call and to the blandishments of the two teenage cousins. All three of them got naked and began another of their ... games.
Clint's surprise was that he would slip over to the Crawford's Saturday night and ball his giri Kitty half the night! He left his apartment at eight-thirty. He was surprised, to find all the lights off except the one in the back bedroom, where the drapes were drawn. The front door was locked, but he shook his head with a grim look when he tried the back door: It was unlatched.
Kitty's got no business taking care of anybody, he thought. She needs somebody to take care of her. Hell, someone could have slipped in here and ripped off the whole damned house!
He got his second surprise when he eased open the door to the bedroom she and Terry still shared. He blinked, then stood there staring, wondering whether he should blow up and beat the shit out of all three of them. Meanwhile though, his pants started getting terribly tight in the crotch.
All three of them had their backs turned to him. All three of them were on the bed. All three of them were kneeling, and they looked like a human-and very naked train.
Kitty was on her hands and knees, groaning and swaying, while Tommy knelt behind her with his solid prick up her ass. What Clint didn't know, of course, was that both Kitty and Terry had taken turns sucking the boy's dilated cock for twenty minutes or so before he plugged it in between Kitty's round little ass-cheeks and started humping.
Behind Tommy knelt Terry. Her large tits swung and bobbed about beneath her. She was holding his buttocks apart and slurping away at his ass-hole while he fucked his older cousin.
The wicked idea jumped into Clint's mind, deciding him: He wouldn't raise hell. He would join them. Backing out of the doorway, he stripped quickly, then went into the bathroom. Grinning, he smeared the smooth satiny tip of his hard-on with petroleum jelly, some off-brand. Then he hurried nakedly back to the bedroom.
Tommy still hadn't gone off, but he was groaning and punching hard. And Terry was still right where she'd been, with the twin white hemispheres of her bare butt turned up at Clint and her nose and tongue stuck into Tommy's crack. Grinning, Clint slipped up behind her. She was kneeling right on the edge of the bed. That was handy!
Clint's prickhead glistened with slippery petroleum jelly, but he knew the moment he shoved his cock into her ass-hole that it was mighty easy. He shook his head, grabbing her buttocks as the shocked and terrified girl started to move. He held her steady with her nose in the crack between her brother's cheeks. Then he leaned far over her back, to whisper into her ear. Her blonde hair tickled his nose.
"You little bitch! Be still now-we'll take the others by surprise. Meanwhile-you've had male meat up your bowels before!"
The kneeling girl's heart leaped. Clint! Kitty's man-a real man-was right up her ass! And he felt wonderful there!
Thrilled, she licked the ass-hole before her and squirmed her hips so as to rock her buttocks-and press Clint's entrenched prong lovingly.
He began fucking in and out of her rectum while she licked her brother's anus and he fucked in and out of Kitty's slick rectum...
Clint's pelvis ground and spanked the pulpy white cheeks of the young girl's buttocks with ruthless smacks and sounds that sent a thrill of exultation rushing through her veins.
He worked hard, having discovered that her ass-hole was far from virginal and could take all he had to give it-which was plenty of thick hard red meat. That chunk of meat slid smoothly up and down the whole length of her ass-hole in long, smooth, strong strokes.
The plump girl's fleshy buttocks bounced and heaved, shaking their sensuous masses to scrub his crotch and thighs.
Her fat white breasts shuddered and jumped beneath her with every firm impact of his driving body against the tensing rounds of her jutting rump.
Hot lust curled up inside her and she plunged her bottom recklessly as he worked in and out of the grasping, eager sheath with vigorous, skewering thrusts of his hips.
Under the tighter, lipless hole he fucked, her cunt was turning into a seething pudding. Hot juices ran down her thighs and dripped onto the bed.
"Ah-ah-uh," Tommy gasped. "E-easy, Terry! You're getting your whole face up me!"
Terry giggled and tried to push back out of his crack. That only skewered her the deeper on Clint's thick meat, her buttocks flattening out against him. She didn't mind. She shoved back harder. He groaned when the lower curves of her buttocks mashed his balls.
Heat roared through her and she trembled.
Terry knew something her exuberant fucker didn't know. She could cum, just from having a cock up her butt. And-she was. Heat built and built in her and sweat started rushing down from her armpits and off her face. She rammed herself back hard enough to endanger her own intestines.
Suddenly her guts erupted in exquisite spasms of ecstasy that sent waves of beautiful cum-feeing churning in her belly. Gasping and groaning, she toppled sidewise and an angry Clint watched his huge red-fleshed erection shoot up in the air as it popped out of her.
Now he was staring at Tommy's bobbing ass, and for a moment Clint was tempted. But he saw the cheeks clenching together, and knew the boy was coming also, bursting fiery gouts of ball-juice up the ass of...
My girl! Clint thought, tightening his lips. Then, suddenly, he grinned. He watched Tommy pump, heard Kitty's cry as semen boiled up her bowels, and watched Tommy go all limp and weak.
Then Clint mounted the bed, and pulled the surprised boy away. His depleted cock plopped squishily out of Kitty's ass and a stream of cum oozed out after it.
Then Kitty cried out, for here came more hard thick male heat boring up her anal channel, hard and hot and long and a damned sight thicker than Tommy's youthful prod, feeling like a tree-limb at the very least.
"Yee-owwwwp!" she yelled, twisting her neck around to look behind her. "Tommy! How could you ever-CLINT!"
"Sur-PRISE!" he grunted, ramming his prick all the way up her cum-slick ass-hole.
Behind him, he heard Terry laughing. Then Tommy's voice joined her brother's. And then Clint, too, started laughing. He didn't let that interfere, though, with his hard hunching into the kneeling Kitty's lusciously appetizing rectal envelope.
Now Terry popped up onto hands and knees again and started trailing wet kisses all over Clint's hard buttocks and into the snug crease between them. After a moment, Tommy came alive, too. With his legs dangling off the end of the bed, he stretched out on his back with his mouth under the unopened and nearly hairless pussy mound. Reaching up with both hands to pull it down to his face, he started licking.
Tommy licked up and down the soft moist gorge of his sister's fiercely pink cunt lips and poked a finger into her winking little anus. She, meanwhile, was trying to get her face in between Clint's buttocks, to lick his ass-hole and see if she could stick her tongue up it. It jerked and bobbed, smacking her face again and again, as he fucked hard in and out of Kitty's ass-hole.
Then he reached under to play with her empty pussy, tickling her clit-and Kitty came in seconds.
With a loud cry, she fell forward. Her ass-hole slid off the impaling fuck-pole spearing out from Clint's hairy loins and her head rapped the headboard smartly. She didn't care. She hardly noticed. She writhed in the throes of her orgasm.
"Damn!" Clint snarled, as once again his high hard-on bobbed before him, unplugged against his will.
"I'll take care of that pretty thing!" Terry screamed out, and came knee-walking around him, her firm young titties swinging wildly beneath her. She had tasted cock before after it had been up Kitty's back passage, and she didn't mind a bit. But she had never tasted this beautiful big plum-headed ramrod, and that bothered her. Grabbing Clint's hips, she plunged her head down to the hairy hollow between them.
Her wide-stretched mouth went after his hard hot meat with a lascivious appetite that made him groan.
Boy, he thought, what a life that damned kid's been living! He's had a two-girl harem of cocksuckers and ass-fuckers for lord knows how long!
Bending over him with her head against his belly, Terry sucked away. He hunched to meet her bobbing head, fucking her face and grinning as he listened to the wet slapping noises of his semen-swollen nuts batting away at the kneeling girl's chin.
The sounds made her shiver and sigh, and she worked harder.
Her hard-nippled tits quivered before her with her sucking intakes of breath and her steady pulling at his long stiff cockstaff. She was working hard to suck that extended penis empty and dry. It was just beautiful. Her mouth had never tried to swallow such a big one before.
Shivering before her ardent oral assault, Clint glanced around at Tommy. The poor kid, he thought.
Tommy was sitting there watching Clint get himself eaten, and he was idly playing with his own tool. Already it was up again, all vibrant and turgified and inflamed appearing. And with no place to go.
Narrowing his eyes, Clint looked back at Kitty. She still lay loosely on her stomach, sighing in the sweet aftermath of climax.
"Tommy!" Clint whispered, turning and holding one hand up to his mouth. "Get ready to shove that handsome bone of yours up Kitty's cush!"
"But. . . I've never..." Tommy broke off, grinning. He nodded enthusiastically. "OK!" He started moving toward Kitty.
"Kitty!" Clint snapped loudly. "Turn over on your back-quick!"
Kitty groaned, then flopped quickly over. Whatever this man said do, that was her rule. Her eyes bulged, first at seeing Clint with his cock stuck into Terry's head, then at the sight of a hard-cocked Tommy moving rapidly between her legs on his knees.
"Wait a minute!"
"Be still, Kitty!" Clint rapped out again. "Tommy wants a good hot fuck!"
"But he he's never been in-gaaaaaa-a-a-ahhhh!"
"He is now," Clint laughed, watching the boy topple forward onto the sprawled redhead.
Instantly the boy was fucking, with all his might, into the convulsive and sucking hole of Kitty's belly. It gripped and clutched him with ardent pink lips. Their color went deeper and deeper as his hot pecker rammed in and out between them. Her eyes stared past him at a grinning Clint. Half-crushed beneath her young cousin, she opened her mouth to gasp out quivering little sighs of passion.
Tommy pounded up and down and his toes pushed hard at the sheet. The smell and the sounds of sex rose in the room. He fucked Clint's girl's cunt while Clint fucked Tommy's sister's mouth. Male butts jerked hard in and out, and female voices gulped and sighed and squealed.
Once we're married, Clint thought, we'll have to have Kitty's cousins come over for nice long visits!
I sure hope they let us visit them after they're married, Tommy thought, humping and pounding hard. Clint's a great guy-and fucking pussy is every bit as good as balling ass!
This, Terry thought, is the biggest tastiest cocky I ever even dreamed of! Kitty better take good care of this handsome stud of hers after they're married-or I'll be more than glad to! Um-mmm! Hmm ... I wonder. . . maybe we can go visit them, once they're married...!
I hate to see my darling getting head from someone else, Kitty was thinking. I'd better be damned sure to take damned good care of him when we're married-in the sack! But-it is exciting, watching them and knowing he's watching me being balled this way! Hmm. . . maybe ... maybe we could have little visits from my darling cousins after we're married .i. .
And then no one was thinking anything, as a pair of long hard fuckpoles started sperming off, hurling cum wildly into moist warm caverns they'd never been in before-but would be into again!
