When children experiment with sex, they turn toward their peers for information and comfort-not their parents. They do not seek security and knowledge. Intuitively, they know that sex is an adventure and their path to discovery is usually one of unexpected surprises and shocks.
It might be that nature intended sex to be that way-the great adolescent adventure.
It is a sure thing that among the strongest memories of adult men and women are those early days and years of discovery. Who forgets his or her first lover?
This book is an examination of youthful impatience with virginity. Children, filled with knowledge, don't have the patience or maturity to wait for the proper time or place or person to do things with. The difference between children and adults is that now is now, for a child, and later is forever in the distant future. Children don't believe that tomorrow will ever come in their lifetimes.
Some kids are as voraciously aggressive in their drive for sexual discovery as the adults who think they are taking advantage of them. The issue of who is doing what to whom is sometimes very murky.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Damn! Robin thought, her bare feet kicking at the sand as she strolled along the deserted beach.
It was eight o'clock in the morning, too early for anyone to be about. The sun was already up, the warmth of its rays already being reflected by the waves of sand stretching endlessly ahead. It would be a hot day, and soon the people in the cabins on the hill to her left would be streaming out, covering the sand the way ants blanket food at a picnic. Robin hated it when so many people crowded onto the beach. That was the best time to get off.
She hadn't wanted to come to the shore for a vacation, but her parents loved swimming. Why couldn't they have taken her to a hotel in the mountains where there were so many nice, clean swimming pools? Why had they insisted on returning to this summer cabin year after year? The ocean water was filthy, the beach was even less clean, covered with all the litter of tens of thousands of people who didn't have the decency to bring garbage bags. Because of them, the little Summer village had been forced to hire a beach cleanup crew. Every morning, at dawn, the forty men were all over the beach, picking up the refuse of pigs whose apparent enjoyment seemed to stem from throwing garbage all around.
The men were gone. The sand was a golden-white, and relatively clean, now. It would stay this way for three more hours. And then the crowds would be here.
Robin sighed again, shaking her pretty blond head. Her hair was long, very long, almost down to her waist. And it was a natural blond. She had big, green eyes, a short nose-tilted up a little-and rich pink lips she thought too thin to do any really good kissing. But then, kissing was something with which she wasn't overly-familiar. She was only fourteen years old. True, her body lied, making men think she was much older, what with her round tits, narrow waist and swollen hips. Both tits and hips were covered by a two-piece red-on-white polka dot bathing suit. She would have preferred wearing some kind of bikini, but her mother had been adamant, arguing that the two piece exposed more than enough of the girl.
Robin sighed, envying her mother her stunning beauty. Bernice Kamen was a thoroughly gorgeous woman. She was past forty, yet looked better than most teenagers. And she loved showing off her figure on the beach every year, wearing the most micro-mini-bikini available. True, there were some girls who wore topless bathing suits, but Bernice believed in leaving the most important part to the onlooker's imagination. Her full, firm, rounded breasts had their nipples and aureoles covered, just as her pubis had its trimmed hair completely covered, and the crevice between her buttocks remained hidden. But that was all. When Bernice Kamen walked out on the beach, all the rest of her showed, and everyone looked.
Robin's breasts were almost as large as her mother's. And Robin didn't need the special halter her mother used to make it appear her breasts stood up by themselves. Bernice, for all her beauty, was, after all, forty-two. There was a hint of sag to her boobs, though her mini-bikini halters had special wires in them to uplift them.
Her mother was asleep at the moment, so Robin just walked on the beach, alone. Peter, her older brother by two years, was also asleep. And their father was back home. It was Monday, and they wouldn't be seeing him until Friday afternoon. He had to work and pay for all this luxury her mother enjoyed every July and August.
Robin had come to hate the beach. She hated the feel of sand clinging to her, and she hated having to shower three times a day. Once in the morning, and, if she'd have had any kind of date, once in the evening, would have been plenty. But if she didn't take an early afternoon shower, the sand would try cutting into her pores.
She walked, kicking sand left and right, noting the morning breeze was very gentle. It didn't even disturb her hair.
Father ahead, sitting near the shore line, another girl was building a sand castle. Robin had never seen the girl before, and at first glance thought the girl younger than herself. But as Robin got closer, she saw the girl could have been one year on either side of herself.
"Hi," the girl called out, and Robin automatically guided her steps toward her.
The girl was almost tiny, but her youngish breasts pressed very plainly against the one piece blue and white suit she was wearing. She had black hair cut to a boyish bob, but her face was very definitely feminine. Her upper lip had a cupid's bow shape to it, and her lower lip was full, making Robin the littlest bit jealous. She had large brown eyes set above a thin, small, straight nose, making her face look much younger than she really was. In fact, looking at the girl's face alone, Robin would have guessed her to be ten or eleven. It was still a bit chunky, with betrayed her. The body was still a bit chunky, with small rolls of baby fat, but there was no mistaking the fact it was rounding out.
"Hi," the brunette girl smiled. "It's nice to see someone I can talk to. I was afraid when my folks brought me down here I would be pretty much alone for the Summer. I'm Nancy. Nancy Wint. What's your name?"
"Robin Kamen," the blond girl replied. "Golly, but I hate this place. My folks drag me down here every year, and it's all dullsville. Usually the kids I see are either too young or too old."
"Well I don't think you'll have that worry this year," Nancy told her. "I came down yesterday, and I saw a whole crowd of other kids our age. Must be at least four or five."
"I'll bet they're all girls."
"I saw at least two boys. My brother Mike is only a year older than I am, supposing you're really starved for a boy, that is."
"That bad, huh?"
"Mike's nice-looking enough. It's just that he's a creep."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I have a creepy brother of my own. He's two years older than I am. Which reminds me, just how old are you?"
"Just turned fourteen," Nancy replied. "And you?"
"I'll be fifteen by the end of the year."
"Want to help me build my castle."
"I'd rather go looking for boys."
"Okay," Nancy nodded, getting to her feet. "Know which beach cabin they have?" Robin asked.
"Somewhere in that direction," Nancy told the blond girl, pointing in the direction in which she had originally been walking. "But before we go looking for them, how'd you like to look in on some folks who're . . . well . . . you know . . . playing around with each other."
"Mom said it isn't right to go peeping."
"My folks don't dig it, either. But you can sure learn a lot."
"Like what?"
"Golly, unless you've been making it with some guy, at least you get to see just how it's done."
"We could always go to a farm and watch some pigs or cows."
"It's not the same," Nancy told her as they walked. "Believe me, this is a lot more fun. But look, if you don't wanna do it, say so."
"Heck, I suppose I'm game for anything, at least once."
"This is anything but boring," Nan assured her. "What made you go looking for something like this in the first place?" Robin asked, giggling a little at the thought of what they were about to do.
"When we got here, yesterday, I saw these eighteen and nineteen-year-old guys and girls. I noticed they moved into a cabin four away from ours, and I saw the girls seemed to be struggling and unwilling, I figured maybe I stumbled onto some kinda mass kidnapping. But before I went and called the fuzz, I hadda make sure. Their cabin has half of it built on wooden supports, so I was able to slide underneath and look up through the floorboards. There are a lotta knotholes in those boards."
"And . . ." Robin prompted.
"Well, the guys hadn't kidnapped the girls, but the girls hadn't exactly figured on what was going to happen. Each time the guys wanted something, the girls kept putting them off. Well, one guy finally went a little nuts and he grabbed a a girl and threw her on the floor, and gosh ... I got one heck of an eyeful. I saw the way he forced his thing right into the girl."
"Gee, didn't she scream?"
"The guy told her if she screamed he'd pull her tongue out. Anyway, he stuffed his thick thing right into her."
"Well gosh, why didn't you call the cops."
"Because after a few minutes she was loving every second of it."
"What makes you think they're still at it?"
"I'm not," Nan told her. "But I do know the second guy hadn't gotten up enough nerve to do it to his girl when I left."
"Well, you know, if they're still there, that second couple should be doing it by now," Robin pointed out.
"That's what we're going to find out," Nan explained. "Maybe it's all quiet and sleepsville. But I think they might still be doing something, and there's only one way to find out."
The two girls quietly approached the cabin to which Nan had been referring. They could hear voices coming from inside, but they were too far away to make out what was being said.
The cabin, as Nan had said, was on a small hill, with half of it sticking out over the hill. Two heavy, log-like piles were supporting the part of the house hanging over the hill. There was about five feet of space underneath, and it was all in shadow. So when Robin and Nan crawled under, no one would have been able to see them because the shadows hid them.
Robin noted Nan had been right about the knotholes in the floor boards. Some of the holes were very large. The two girls quietly crawled around until they noticed light coming through a group of the knotholes. Each girl selected a hole and peeped up.
There were two boys and two girls in the cabin. The two men were completely naked, and it took all of Robin's willpower not to giggle when she noticed the two dangling penises. It was difficult for her to see faces, but she knew from their pubic bushes one man was brown-haired, the other was redheaded. The redheaded man was short, though his penis seemed to dangle lengthily enough. The brown-haired man was chunky. Robin could see he had a belly.
The two girls were on separate sides of the cabin, and it was difficult to see them. Once walked over to the chunky man, and Robin could see she was also naked. Her pubic hair was blond, though Robin noted it was a much darker blond than her own mons hedge.
"C'mon, Stacey," the blonde was saying. "I was scared too, until Kenny finally did it. It's fun, it really is. It feels good."
"I'm too scared," the voice of the other girl said, and her voice quivered.
"Shit!" the voice of the redheaded male said. "I'm tired of waitin'. You knew what was comin' off when you came here. Hell! These places cost money. It's not like we could rent it for a day or a week. We hadda take it for the whole two months. You agreed to come with us."
"I just need time," the one called Stacey said.
She stepped into Robin's view, and Robin could see a slender female body, with small breasts and a thin waist. The girl was wearing a green bathing suit, so it was difficult to see much of her private areas. Yet, because of the angle, Robin could see the girl's face. It was a small, heart-shaped face. Stacey had a small nose, large brown eyes, and a tiny mouth.
"Go get her, Greg," the heavy voice of the one called Kenny said.
Robin stared raptly, unable to tear her eyes from the knothole. Something inside her cried out for the boy to continue.
Stacey's large brown eyes filled with tears as she watched Greg's penis suddenly start to swell and stiffen, pointing accusingly at her as if it were her fault it hadn't been satisfied. Greg had a muscular body for so short a man. He was only five feet six inches tall, though at the age of nineteen there was very possibility his body would grow a bit more. But the menacing blunt spear standing out from under his pubic hair was large enough. It looked too large to the terrified girl.
Greg was facing her with a crooked smile playing across his mouth, and the terrified Stacey knew her time had come. She watched his hand stroke the heavy phallic wand, making the large, red, bulbous head appear even larger.
"Stop worrying," he assured her. "You're gonna love every inch of it."
There was a raggedness to his voice, as if he were having a hard time catching his breath. Stacey could see the desire for her blazing in his eyes, and she was even more terrified.
"Take off the bathing suit," Greg told her. "I mean, take it off now. Take it off and toss it on the bed."
"I'm scared," Stacey muttered.
"Honey, the suit's coming off," Greg told her. "Either you take it off or I rip it off. In any case it's coming off."
"Jill," Stacey called to the blonde. "Don't let him hurt me."
"Stacey, honey," the girl Jill said, "Do as he says. It's fun, it really is. I promise you, you'll love it."
"I'm ... so scared," Stacey said, shivering.
Contorted expressions of terror ran across the girl's face. Robin could see the terror in Stacey. She knew the girl was going to surrender, and she had become heated up, anxious to see just what it was that took place between a couple when they copulated.
Stacey, terrified beyond words, could see the patient features in Greg's face had changed to lust-filled desires. She didn't know what had happened, but she did know she had to get out.
She ran to the door but found the bulky Kenny blocking the way. The rear door to the cabin was locked.
Oh God! She was trapped with two depraved men, one of whom was bent on deflowering her. Turning to face Greg, she saw the large grin on his face twisted into a lascivious grimace. She could see a hint of sadism in him, hidden behind the Greg she had always know before. Like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, Stacey watched the smoldering cruelty in his gleaming eyes brightening like a hot coal, turning from red to white. God! She wanted to speak, once again to plead with him not to hurt her, but no words came out. She remained frozen where she stood as Greg, his hand still massaging his penis, came closer. Against her will her eyes fell to the organ his fingers were caressing.
Dear God! It was immense. It looked even bigger than Kenny's, and she had thought Kenny's erection the longest, hardest thing she'd ever seen when he'd plunged it into Jill.
How in the name of God can I ever take anything as monstrously thick as that? she wondered. He'd slice her in half like a ripe melon. In spite of his height, he was really built, and he was fully cognizant of the hypnotic effect his penis had on her.
"P-P-Please don't hurt me," she finally managed to stutter.
Fully aware there was no escaping the feel of that ponderous penis entering her, all she could do was plead he not cause her unnecessary pain. He was moving ever closer.
"Bathing suit," Greg whispered. "Do you want help taking it off?"
Stacey was unable to move. All hope was gone.
There was no way in the world she could fight him, especially when the other people in the room were on his side.
His hand reached out and cupped her face. His fingers and thumb seemed to dig into her cheeks. And then he was pulling her toward him. Slowly he pulled her mouth to his, kissing her slowly, gently at first, then pressing his lips down harder, using them to pry her own lips apart so she could feel his tongue thrusting into her mouth.
From her position under the floorboards, Robin watched the thickness of Greg's penis slide upright and press itself against Stacey's soft stomach. From this angle she could see between Greg's thighs, noticing the dangling testicles, as well. Golly! What a sight! It made her feel wet between her own thighs.
"You behave," Greg whispered to Stacey.
Stacey was dimly aware of hands unsnapping her halter and removing it. Her small, firm white tits suddenly popped out, and she heard Greg sigh as Jill went to work, peeling the lower half of her bathing suit away. She felt the cloth fall into a puddle around her ankles and she automatically stepped out of them.
Completely naked, she was defenseless before him. Greg was staring down at the profusion of brown hair on her crotch, all but gasping for breath as he gazed. He fell to his knees, pressing his lips into her flat tummy, licking her soft, white flesh.
The sudden, moist contact sent a shivering chill shooting down the length of her spine. Afraid she would lose her balance, Stacey entangled her fingers in his long, red hair. This made Greg think she was ready to surrender to his needs, and his lips moved lower, into the mossy V of her groin. His hands came up between her thighs, his thumbs parting her tender, almost-liquid labia, and his tongue began leaping into the soft slit of her steaming pussy like that of a frog snapping flies out of the air.
Stacey jumped from the quivering shock of his tongue against her trembling clitoris. She lost her balance and would have fallen had Kenny not come forward and grabbed her. He eased her body to the wooden floor, and Stacey felt her thighs opening wider.
Robin all but gasped. She and Nan had a perfect view from beneath. They could see the girl's parted loins, with the man's tongue stabbing into her seeping pussy hole again and again. Greg's perspiring hands were pressed against the insides of Stacey's thighs, pushing them even farther apart, giving his mouth access to the steaming depths of her tight twat.
Jill had propped a pillow under Stacey's head, and the latter could see Greg, on all fours between her thighs, his eyes locked on her face, looking between the mounds of her firm breasts. He resembled a lion about to pounce on the feast waiting for it. The feast in this case was her widespread, pink cunt. Her groin was presented to his mouth as if it were some kind of sacrificial offering. She was glued to the floor, feeling total humiliation because of the two onlookers. Had she been alone with Greg, it might have been easier for Stacey. She felt nervous with people watching, even if one of them was a close friend. Her body trembled as she watched him lick his lips, preparing once again to dip into the honeyed recesses of her pussy.
His palms slid lower on her inner thighs, so his thumbs could once again touch the soft, leathery lips of her helpless cunt. With careful movements, his thumbs peeled her pussylips back as if they were the skin of an orange, exposing the wet, tasty, pink meat to his eyes. He stared hungrily, then a whimper came from him as he sank his mouth between her loins stabbing the full length of his eeling tongue into the warmly-pulsating center of her drooling snatch.
Stacey shuddered, a heart-rending moan escaping from her lips.
Robin could see the naked roundness of her buttocks vibrating against the floor as her groin moved in time to the way his tongue licked into her.
"Uhhhhhh . . . ahaaahhhhh!" Stacey groaned, again and again, ashamed at herself for revealing any kind of feeling.
She raised her head from the pillow, putting her weight on her elbows, and she watched in unbelieving fear at what was being done to her, noting the way his hair flailed wildly as he continued rocking his head in and out of her bubbling trough.
Robin and Nan stared up through the knotholes in the floorboards and felt envious. Each was wishing she could take the place of the girl above them.
But Stacey was too humiliated to appreciate what was being done to her. She groaned out of self-pity, lowering her body back to the floor, letting her head hit the pillow, flailing the air with her fists as Greg's tongue leaped in and out of the involuntarily enlarging center of her dripping pussy. Yet, even through the terror and fear running through her body, making her tense because of the unwanted happenings, tiny, curling wisps of sensation began traveling through her body. She quivered as his hands reached up over her belly and took firm grips on her hobbling breasts. His fingers began rolling her nipples between them in a hard, unyielding grip. And his lips and tongue continued working like a turned-on machine, slobbering into the tightness of her subjugated cunt. And all the while his wide-open eyes continued staring at her face, feeling an overpowering happiness knowing his mouth was the cause of her face contorting. His thumbs and fingers were pulling on longer and longer nipples as her breast-points filled with blood and hardened. He seemed to be waiting like some kind of commanding general, as if expecting to see her eventually yield to him.
Stacey lay back in frozen submission, feeling what she considered to be depraved outrages being rained on her body. She felt utterly helpless, unable to fight back as tears of humiliation continued running down her face. Random pictures of her parents ran through her mind, and she wondered how she would ever be able to face them again after allowing something like this to happen to her. Her head continued flailing from side to side as she heard the maddening sucking sounds Greg was making as he ate out her pussy. How could she ever face the world again? How terribly cruel this was, to be made to lie like this while Greg continued to kneel on all fours in front of her widespread cunt, cruelly flicking his tongue in and out of her vagina. The human mouth was considered the dirtiest part of the human body, and he was lapping into her with his filthy tongue, defiling her body, and all she could do was lie there and accept this humiliation without so much as a loud scream or even a protest.
Oh God! she thought. Why had she consented to come here with the others? She felt so lonely and helpless.
She stared up at the ceiling as his slick tongue continued its torturing stabs into her hot cunt. Her body was trembling violently, yet she didn't want to try closing her thighs, stopping the wonderful sensation.
Robin stared at the way Greg was lapping at the helpless girl's pussy. Her own fingers were inside her bathing suit, rubbing between the moistened labia, and she could feel a furnace of heat inside her trying to break out.
Boy, what a dumb girl that Stacey is. Here she was having her pussy gobbled by a guy who obviously liked doing it, and all she could do was sob and cry for him not to do it. Why was it the dumb girls, who didn't deserve something like this, were the ones to get it? Although Robin had never seen anything like this before, she was familiar with it. Her mother was one hot piece and loved having Robin's father do things like this. Robin's bedroom was right next to that of her parents', at home. More than once she would listen through the walls as her mother directed her father to suck her cunt. But now she was seeing how it was done, and she wished a tongue would sink into her pussy. Oh golly! That was a terrific thing.
Heck, if that guy Greg was any good, he should be having that chick begging for more in a little while. Robin couldn't see how any girl could resist having her cunt lapped for any length of time.
Stacey felt Greg's hands slide under the backs of her thighs and raise them, pressing them back until her knees were pressing against her breasts and her feet were pointed into the air. It opened her sweet pussy all the more to him, letting him have a better view of that into which his tongue was sinking. Then he let his hot, slick tongue trail down the leaking crack of her simmering cunt, out along her perineum, into her asscrack, and up against her anal star.
The unexpected wet, coldness of the tip of his tongue coming into contact with her sensitive, rubbery rectal pucker brought another moan of anguish from the young girl. She closed her eyes tightly, pulling her lips back and exposing her teeth as the maddening feeling went chillingly out of control through her writhing body.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnggggghhhh!" she grunted, rotating her buttocks as if trying to corkscrew them away from his plunging tongue. But the tongue continued flicking at her anal webbing without letup. And then he began using it as a wedge, attempting to ease the tightness of her sphincter and press the tongue into her asshole.
"Uuuuugggghhhhrrrrgggghhhh!" she gasped, as tiny goose pimples covered her entire body, running across her sucked-in belly and touching her solid, hobbling tits.
Stacey sobbed helplessly before his oral attack, feeling the enlargement of a new fear, for in spite of what she had thought was disgust and revulsion, her love-hungry body began reacting in spite of the orders from her brain. Her tight buttocks twitched uncontrollably because of the needlelike sensations caused by his wetly-knifing tongue sending blistering spasms of delightful, raw wonder coursing along her sensitized nerve-endings down there.
"Oh God! No, no, no, no, I can't let myself. . . uhhhhh ... I can'tttttt ..."
The wicked realization she was losing control of her body suddenly slammed into her with its full impact, bringing further protests of degradation. She was committing some obscene act with this man. But what was really bad was the understanding she was starting to enjoy the obscenity. She ground her teeth together tightly and fought with all her inner strength against the tiny, lambent flame threatening to burst into uncontrollably pillars of raging fire, devouring her as if she were some Joan of Arc. But as he continued lapping at her cunt, Stacey realized she was fighting a losing battle. The tongue alternated between her asshole and her pussy, driving her out-of-control with passion. After one final moment of a long, hard internal fight, her mental protective shell collapsed, and all the internal inhibitions, put there by her parents, built up over a period of years, were washed away in a tidal wave of shuddering desire.
Her passionately aroused body began shuddering, moving slowly, anxiously against the pressure of his tongue. Her fingers reached down and grabbed his long, red hair as low, soul-stirring moans came from her mouth. Forgotten was the idea she was being raped. Forgotten were shame, degradation and humiliation. All that was important were those thrilling stabs of wonderful delight shuddering through her vaginal and anal flesh like white-hot needles of passion.
Greg sensed her yielding and speeded up his tonguing, stabbing his thick, wet oral digit deep inside the pulsing glove of her tantalizing cunt again and again. Her soft, downy pussy hairs teased his nose and his cheeks as she pounded her round, full buttocks up from the floor in a fast, continuous rotation, slamming her pussylips into his face. She was now his, to do with as he pleased, and six people knew it. Stacey and Greg knew it, as did Kenny and Jill who were watching from the side, and so did Nan and Robin, the unknown onlookers peering up through knotholes in the floor. The contortions of Stacey's face were no longer expressions of pain, but those of pleasurable delight.
Their two bodies writhed madly on the floor, his bright red hair mingling with the dark hairs on her pubis. Her fingers clutched his head tightly as if her existence depended on it. Her rapturous face was twisted into a half-crazed expression of wondrous sensation approaching madness.
Stacey writhed and twisted under the delightful agony of Greg's moving tongue until she thought her beating heart would surge up through her chest. She had raised her head off the pillow again, watching the way his face pressed into her steaming center. She had her hands clasped behind his head, pulling his face ever deeper into what had become a hungry maw. It appeared as if this wonderful tongue-fucking might go on endlessly, when Greg suddenly tugged his head from between her thighs and moved forward, keeping her thighs apart with his knees.
Now that the sensations of delightful madness were no longer coursing through her, Stacey regained control of herself. She tightly shut her eyes as if to blank out the sorrow and humiliation of her ever having surrendered to such a horrible thing. She felt so totally helpless, lying naked and spread-out beneath Greg. She could feel the hot cruelty of his eyes, burning into her helpless body as he stared down at her. Then she heard him say, "The big moment's here, Stacey. Time for us to fuck."
Stacey lay perfectly still, her thighs wide open, her breath coming so quickly it matched the beating of her heart. She thought her lungs might explode. Her belly trembled and rippled, behaving as if he'd already buried himself inside her.
Greg bent over her prostrate body, fastening his lips on the nipple of her left breast. She groaned, not really in pain, but more from sorrow. She wanted to pull away from this oral attack of his, but her back was already against the floor. His hands, running over the softness of her hips and thighs tantalized her even more, but this time she was determined she would not enjoy what was to happen, even if she couldn't get away from it. She shuddered and groaned as his lips roamed wetly over the hills of her firm breasts, causing blissful thrills to ripple through her body, running straight down to her cunt. Without her wanting it to happen, she found her ass rotating and grinding against the floor.
"Good, good," Jill said from somewhere over on the side. "You're feeling it. I'm so happy for you, Stacey."
She shivered, feeling his lips and tongue tantalize the sensitive parts of her torso, even though his eyes were still wide open, watching her reactions.
"This may be your first fuck," Greg whispered, "but I'm gonna do my best to make it a really good one. Wait and see. You're gonna love it. Your whole body is gonna squirm under me, begging for more and more. There's gonna come a time when you'll beg for it."
Stacey lay rigid, shuddering at the sound of his lewd mouthing. Their very licentious sounds roused her more and more, but she continued to fight inside herself against this ultimate surrender. That would mean he was right and she was wrong.
"Open those thighs wider," he told her. "I'm gonna bury my meat inside your cunt right now."
Trembling, but partly in anticipation, Stacey stretched her legs wider apart. Greg was already above her, his elbows pressing into the floor on either side of her, his hands resting on her shoulders. His phallus moved against her sodden cunt of its own volition, trying to push its way into her tightness.
From beneath the floorboards, Robin peered up through the knothole and had a perfect view of his solid prick pressing against Stacey's tightly-closed outer labia. The sight was so overpoweringly erotic, she rubbed her fingers against her own clitoris all the harder, barely able to contain the gasps of pleasure inside her.
Stacey lay there on the floor, feeling Greg move a hand from her shoulder to better guide his cock into her tight pussy. She felt the thick, rubbery head press against her ragged labial edges. Little by little the full, fleshy lips yielded, slickly surrounding the large, rubbery head. Yet all she could do was lie there, realizing she was completely subject to his whims, which at the moment, meant pain for her.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnhhhh!" she gasped, as she felt the first harsh pressure once his cock-head was halfway between her pussy gates.
He pushed some more, shoving until the head was all the way in.
"Aaaaaannngggghhhh!" she uttered as his blood-swollen tip pushed through, cruelly widening the tight, elastic entry way.
Stacey felt as though her thighs would split apart with all the heavy pressure he was applying.
"Please," she hissed, "please, it hurts so much.
Oh God! Don't, don't . . ." her voice began to get louder, and just before she could unleash a really loud scream, Kenny came over and clamped a hand on her mouth. The scream tried desperately to leave her mouth but remained in her throat.
Stacey opened her eyes and stared up into the cruel, sadistic stares of the two men. They seemed to be enjoying making her suffer. The slow, continual penetration of her tight, unused vagina was sheer torture.
Then she saw the grin on Greg's face disappear, replaced by an expression of total lasciviousness. It was as if he could no longer be content to push in slowly, feeling the way the helpless girl lay spread-eagled beneath him.
Under the cabin, Nan had her cheek pressed close to Robin's as she watched the heavy flesh rod penetrate deeper and deeper into Stacey's hole. Like Robin, she was deeply affected. Her hands reached out and pressed against the blond girl's breasts as Robin continued fingering herself. The sight was so overpoweringly arousing to them they had to keep their hands moving. To see that thick pole of flesh sink deeper and deeper into the hair-lined, sodden labia of the subjugated girl's squirming cunt was an awesome sight. They could see the cords in Greg's thighs stand out as he prepared to tear through the girl's hymen.
Greg fell forward, throwing his weight on the girl's firm, young breasts, pressing them almost flat against her chest. At the same time, he rammed his hips forward, hard, and his phallic head went tearing through the resisting membrane, plunging ever deeper into the wetly-sucking pussy, moving with the power and speed of a 747, driving the wet flesh of her tight vaginal walls before it in accordion-like folds. There was no stopping his heavy javelin now. It continued tunneling into her until the semen-heavy balls thwacked noisily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly-closed ass.
"Oh God!" Stacey wept as Kenny's hands came away from her mouth. "Oh dear God!"
She moaned, feeling rippling pain continue to wave through her even though he'd stopped moving. This was the first time in her life a penis had filled her vagina, and had she any ideas how excruciating the torture would be, she would never have consented to come away with Jill and the two boys. She had always been a defiant girl, determined to prove her parents would never dominate her, but now she was being dominated by a stranger (at least a stranger when compared to her parents), and the experience was costing her a lot of pain. This defiance of her parents' wishes was costing her dearly.
The pole lodged inside her felt foreign and out-of-place. Her inner body felt its hot, continuous pulsations and the inner tissues against which it lay felt as if they'd been shredded. He had lanced into her showing no mercy, not caring what kind of injury he might have caused. And now, the burning, heavy length of cock was swallowed up as far into her belly as it could go, totally filling her interior. There wasn't a single, tiny particle of her inner flesh that wasn't touched by his throbbing phallus as it pressed ever deeper into her sopping, enclosing cunt. She felt the penis knife all the way into her, almost as if cutting a wound into her.
She looked up into his face as he lay above her, still, unmoving. And she was too frightened to move, herself. She was terrified of the monstrous pole stuffed all the way into her, frightened any move would only bring a new wave of pain. But even without his moving, she could feel the thickness throb inside her, as if trying to jerk its way even deeper into her.
"Aaaaahhhaaannnggghhh!" she gasped, out of breath, her face lined with pain.
"Man, you're really stretching that little twat of hers," Kenny observed. "Keep at it and she'll soon be wide enough hold you really comfortably."
"Yeeeaaaahhhh!" Greg grunted, flexing his penis again.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhnnnnngggg!!" Stacey groaned, her neck perspiring heavily now as she felt even more pressure.
"Feel it?" Greg asked, a smile of lascivious enjoyment on his face.
Stacey kept her mouth closed, afraid to reply. She knew he had a large ego, and wanted her to feel it. But if she admitted it, who could tell what kind of evil he might next perpetrate. Yet, to deny it might make him slam his body down on hers even harder, causing even more pain.
"Do . . . you . . . uhhhh . . . feel it?" Greg grunted, rubbing his pubic hair into hers.
"Aaaaahhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . lean. . .ohhhh . . .feel it," she cried, too afraid to remain silent any longer. The pain was so totally overpowering.
"Like it?" he wanted to know.
"What???"
"I wanna hear that you like it," he snarled, rotating his loins against hers, widening her tunnel all the more.
"Yes, yes," she snapped between gnashed teeth.
"Then beg to continue."
"Huh?" she asked, bewildered for a moment.
"I wanna hear you beg for my cock," Greg told her, arrogantly.
"Ohhhhh Godddd! I can't. I can't. I hate it!"
"Goddamn it! You either beg or I'll rip your cunt right out."
He plunged his throbbing penis even deeper, pressing against her cervix, rotating the head on the opening to her womb.
Stacey fought with all her strength to avoid this new degradation. She realized this would be the ultimate surrender. If she admitted liking it, there would be no escaping him, ever again. She would really be forced to spend the entire two months here with him, being his doxy, perhaps alternating and accepting Kenny, as well. And when the Summer vacation was over and they returned home, he would expect to continue seeing her and fucking her. All this would happen if she begged him to continue hurting her, now.
His heavy wand continued throbbing inside her, stretching her tortured walls as his fingers now sank deeply into her soft white shoulders. She could tell from the pressure of his fingers he was expecting total, abject submission.
"Beg!" he insisted, continuing to rotate his pelvis against hers.
"God! God! God! I can't stand it. All right, all right. I like it. I want you to do it."
"You want me to do what?" he asked, smiling into her face.
"You know what," she cried out.
"Do I? Say it so I can understand."
"Fuck me," she all but screeched. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her teeth remained gnashed together as she hissed out the words, tears gushing from her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. Her surrender was now total. She would never be the same female again. She had lost all her self-respect, no better than a common tramp.
Oh God! She felt so lost. He had taken every decent vestige of respect away from her. She had no hope of a decent life, now. In fact, her entire future was the thick, ponderous cock buried inside her steaming channel, throbbing its urgency to continue.
"Fuck me," she whispered, realizing a good fuck was all that was left.
She felt his mouth come down on hers, his tongue swathing through her throat as he began a slow, humping motion against her body. She could suddenly feel her tight, narrow corridor starting to widen as he stroked into her, and the pain began fading. She sighed with each forward stroke, letting him know she was his to do with as he wished. Her life no longer had any meaning. It was no longer hers.
Robin felt her bra halter being pushed up by Nan as the brunette, her eyes still glued to the action going on above them, began caressing Robin's pink, turgid nipples. Both girls knew it wouldn't be long before the weeping girl whose cunt at which they were staring, would soon become a lump of raw, shrieking flesh, begging for more. They could see how she was already reacting, slowly responding to his thrusts, and was probably sincere in her belief she was a fallen woman, she had all the normal, natural sensations a sensuous woman should have, and would soon change her negativistic mental attitude.
And it was true. Stacey's body was beginning to react just as the peeping Thomasinas believed. There was no reason on earth to fight the licentious bursts of heated desire bubbling through her blood vessels. She had lost the fight against self-control earlier, anyway. As it was she had totally surrendered to Greg. Common sense told her to stop mentally fighting the oncoming pleasure. He was fucking her. There was no way to avoid it. She had a choice of it being totally painful and unpleasant, or allowing herself to feel some enjoyment. No matter how she felt, he was going to go on fucking her until he shot a load into her. The only sensible thing to do was to enjoy it, if at all possible.
In a way, the surrender felt as lewdly arousing as his eating of her pussy, earlier. The continuing rhythm of his throbbing cock as it continued sliding in and out of her continued sending lascivious chills running up and down her spine. She was actually beginning to enjoy the skewering of his broad phallus into her body.
Her naked young self was beginning to wriggle and squirm under him, and she was panting continually into his kissing mouth. Now it was she who was shoving her tongue into his mouth with a hard, knifing thrust. Low moans of passionate servility came rippling from her throat. Her face was no longer twisted with pain, but complacent with pleasure as her mouth worked against his and her neck strained and her nostrils flared. Perspiration was breaking out all over her body. Her shoulder-length brown hair flailed from side to side.
She felt his hands slide down along the sides of her body beneath the warm, heaving moons of her luscious ass, grasping them firmly, one in each palm. The pressure drove her mad, and she began humping her body all the more quickly. Her round buttocks were tightening and loosening as she humped her body up to meet his. He seemed to know he had her completely under his control, and this knowledge made him move all the more frenziedly. Each time he plunged into her, his hands pulled her body up tightly against his. Her thighs seemed to open all the more as the sucking, wet hole of her dribbling cunt flowered to accept his solidly pistoning penis inside.
Stacey noted, with some astonishment, that her pain had receded, eventually disappearing, and all she felt was a wild, thrilling pleasure. It caused her legs to uncontrollably jerk around his driving hips as his impaling plunger of flesh rammed in and out beyond any kind of control.
Her eyes were closed again, but this time they were closed because of the enjoyment she was first beginning to receive. Her tongue licked through his mouth constantly, and small, catlike purrs of satiny pleasure moved through her throat. Muscles in her throat and neck stood out solidly, intensely, as she wantonly moved under him. The depth of his plunging into her had made her lose all control over herself. There was no longer any thought save the wonderful thrill of lying beneath him, feeling him continue to fuck into her, only now it was no longer against her will. Now she wanted him to feel as much pleasure from this as she was receiving.
She felt him panting, slaving above her, grunting, groaning, driving his hard cock into her in longer, smoother strokes as her interior channel adjusted to his prong. Even so, her vaginal walls clung tightly to his driving cock, feeling the way it retreated until only the glans remained inside her, then it reversed direction, plunging all the way into her, slamming against her womb. She felt the thrilling slap of his sperm-bloated testicles hitting her asscrack.
"Finger her ass," Kenny instructed.
"You said it," Greg whispered into her mouth.
"Finger my ass," she replied, clutching him tightly to her.
His hands had been clutching her velvety ass-cheeks, anyway. Now he moved his left hand closer to the split between them, probing with his forefinger, seeking the tiny, puckered anus lodged openly below. It felt warm and yielding, and he could feel it tightening and loosening with the movements of her ass.
He pressed his forefinger against her anal opening, and she jerked, involuntarily. Then she relaxed and he probed a bit deeper. Her sphincter resisted at first, then allowed him to probe into it, parting the rubbery ring. She jerked against him, kissing his mouth hard as his finger continued poking into her.
"Mm mm mm," she moaned as he rammed his finger deeper.
There was pain, just as there had been pain on his first entry into her vagina, but she knew the pain would soon disappear, and in its place would be another kind of pleasure, just as there had been enjoyment when his peter had scrubbed the pain from her cunt.
His finger thrust harder, sinking in deeper, and she sighed, letting him know she was enjoying it in spite of the hurt.
"Uuuunnnnhhhh," she groaned softly in his ear, biting his earlobe, thrilling to his continual attack as he pushed the finger in deeper.
She could feel him working the finger around and around, widening her asshole. And then he slipped his middle finger in along with his index finger, feeling the tight resistance give way.
Robin was going insane, watching the whole thing. Nan had her mouth on Robin's breast, sucking the blond girl's nipples, and she had replaced Robin's hand with one of her own, rubbing the blonde's clitoral bud. Robin pressed Nan's head to her body but kept her eyes glued to the knothole. She gaped in awe at the way Greg's fingers were moving in and out of Stacey's asshole. Then she almost jumped as Nan pulled her bathing suit panties down and inserted a finger into her pussy hole. She humped her body up and down, forcing Nan's finger deeper until it all but touched her hymen. And Nan continued sucking on her nipples, alternating between them, making sure neither got more attention than the other.
Stacey forced Greg's lips apart and tugged his tongue into her mouth, sucking strongly, as if trying to pull it out. She'd teach him. Maybe he had conquered her body. Perhaps he'd brought her into a new dimension of sensation. But now that she was here, she intended proving to him she could wrest control away from him in this dimension.
She screwed her buttocks hard against his fingers, letting him probe into her seething cunt with his plunging phallus. She loved being skewered between his cock and his fingers. She could even feel his fingers rubbing against his cock as they probed into separate orifices at the same time. They were separated by a very thin membrane of flesh. True, it was an extremely elastic membrane, able to bend with the pressures of both, fingers and cock, yet it felt so tender and fragile. Even so, she turned and twisted wildly against him, giving herself over with total abandon to the double-pumping into her ass and cunt.
She felt his other hand continue to rub her ass-cheek, squeezing it as he continued humping in and out of her. Then the fingers slid lower and tickled the flanged lips of her sucking cunt. His touching her cunt made her feel even more sensitive, and she pumped her body rhythmically against him. Now her cunt was a greedy maw, literally devouring his cock again and again, only to regurgitate it, each time. One day she would gobble it down and never let go of it.
He continued fondling and teasing her wetly contracting labia as he speeded up his thrusts into her. Her ripe, young body continued writhing beneath him. She was on the verge of her first orgasm, and she could feel her muscles starting to tighten. She knew he could feel her oncoming climax, as well.
Pulling his fingers from her anal channel, he used both hands to force her knees against her breasts, as he had done earlier, when lapping her. Once again the soft, fleecy mound of her pussy was upright, letting him pump even deeper, pile-driving his cock into her as his thighs smacked brutally against her loins.
"Unh, unh, uhn," she chanted under him, her body a temple of overpowering passion.
He strained, groaning as he speeded up his stroking into her. He ground in hard and deep, now letting the tip of his thick cock press into the cervical entrance to her womb. Her solid, upthrust breasts pressed against her knees, creating heavy pressure in her chest. Her tiny nipples scratched her kneecaps, making her churn her ass all the more wildly on the hard wooden floor. And then she was trembling so violently, Greg was terrified she would shake apart.
It was a shout of wonder and thrilling disbelief. Surprise built on surprise and thrill built on thrill.
He felt her tight pussy straining around his hard cock, and then it swiftly opened, and just as swiftly clamped down, flooding his stiff cock with gushes of burning liquid, burying and drowning his plunging weapon. He sank it into her all the more quickly and deeply, wanting her to really remember this, her first experience, little realizing there were two other girls who would also remember it. But he wanted her to enjoy it so much, she'd beg to stay the rest of the Summer and do nothing other than fuck with him.
Her body tightened and convulsed, kicking and thrashing, twisting violently all over the floor, still holding him inside her. Her tight pussylips sucked on his cock as if trying to drain the sperm directly out of it.
Her nails were digging into his back, sinking deeply, clutching him to her, making him hump his body maddeningly against hers. And then he gurgled, Aaaaaaarrrrrraaaaagggggghhhh!" And great, burning gouts of liquid lave burst into her tight cunt, flooding it, spewing against the walls, stickily clinging to the entrance to her womb. It shot far up into the deep recesses of her quivering belly, mingled with her heavy flow of lubrication in a puddle of excited thrills and pleasure Stacey had never dreamed could exist.
Her thighs went limp, falling down on either side of her as she gasped out, "More! More! Let me feel more!"
Her nakedly shivering torso was shuddering delightedly. But lying flat as she did, Stacey completely hid herself from the view of the teenage girl under the cabin.
Robin was enjoying what Nan was doing to her, but she knew this was the wrong place for it. She pulled Nana's mouth from her breast, removed the girl's fingers from inside her, adjusted the pieces of her bathing suit, and motioned for Nan to follow her away from there.
"What's the matter?" Nan whispered, once they were far enough away from the cabin, in the middle of the beach. They were still pretty much alone.
"I liked it too much," Robin told her.
"You could've let me finish," Nan pointed out.
"I could've. But I figured that was the wrong place. I mean, I could see you were getting as much of a kick from doing things to me as I was from having things done."
"Sure I was," Nan admitted.
"Well, it's a two way street," Robin told her. "I mean, I enjoyed having you do things to me, but I also wanted to do things to you."
"After I finished with you, you could've done something for me."
"But not there. Look, there's still some unrented cabins all the way down near where we are. They'll probably remain unrented most of the summer. In fact, one or two cabins, all the way down near the end have never been rented."
"Gee, we could really have ourselves a time, there. You in the mood to head that way now?"
"Heck, why d'you think I mentioned it. Sure I'm in the mood. But this has to be kept secret between the two of us."
"I know," Nan nodded. "But between you and me, I'd sure like to have a boy with us."
"You tell one boy, and he'll tell every guy in the area."
"Okay. Just you and me."
"Then let's go," Robin said, smiling.
CHAPTER TWO
Even though the door of the farthest cabin on the beach was locked, Robin knew one of the windows was open. She used to watch her brother Pete sneak in with some friends, both male and female. Pete had never been crazy enough to actually fuck a girl, but Robin had watched him fondle more than one he'd brought to this cabin. But Pete usually came to the cabin in the evening, when he thought no one else was looking. Though he always had a female with him, he sometimes shared the petting of her with some friend or other. Once, he'd brought two girls, all by himself, and he'd had a ball, fingering them and letting them jerk him off. Robin had watched through a back window. That had been last year, though. It was still too early for Pete to have found some girl to bring to the cabin.
Opening the window, Robin eased through and helped Nan in, as well. She shut the window, realizing how easy it would be for someone to peer in. There were no curtains or drapes. But there were curtain rods, and Robin found some old blankets in . a closet and hung two of them over the bedroom windows so no once could peer in. It made the room almost dark, with some little bit of light coming in from the other rooms.
Nana had taken a blanket and had spread it out on the large bed. She punched the mattress a couple of times and said, "I can understand why those other couples used the floor. These mattresses are lumpy."
"All the same," Robin told her, shyly slipping out of her two piece bathing suit, "I'd prefer a lumpy mattress to a hard floor."
She stretched out and let Nan look her over. In the dim room, Nan was able to see her very clearly.
There was no question in Nan's mind but that Robin had a classic figure. She felt a little jealous, herself, what with being slightly chubby. Everything about Robin was so symmetrical. Her white and pink flesh was stretched nicely around her frame without being stretched too thin. She had gorgeous, large, round eyes, with a questioning innocence in them, and even though she was lying down, it was obvious her breasts were fuller than the breasts of many women with fully-developed bodies. She had large, pink aureoles surrounding thick, button-like nipples, and the mere sight of them would set any man's mouth watering.
Robin was more than a little worked up from what Nan had done while they'd been peeping. Her body was already quivering, aching to feel fulfillment, yet it was obvious she'd never known a really big orgasm, in spite of having played with herself. As it was Robin could barely breathe, as she reached between her thighs to begin manipulating her clitoris. Wet, aromatic lubrication seeped out and coated her outer labia. Excitement burned through her body. Nan moved a bit closer.
Robin's fingers rubbed tirelessly into her crotch. She was gasping with the ardent need for some kind of satisfaction.
"Hey, let me," Nan whispered, lying on the bed beside her.
Robin turned her face to Nana's, seeing how pretty the other girl really was. Their faces were less than an inch away from one another. Nan leaned forward and kissed her lips, lightly. Then the kiss became stronger as Robin responded. At the same time Nan's fingers pressed against Robin's hot, leaking cunt. Robin, in strong need of some kind of satisfaction, parted her thighs all the wider, accepting Nan's questing fingers. And Nan moved her fingers through the swampy pool of Robin's pubic curls until she was rubbing the other girl's sensitive clitoris. Nan's small, round, solid tits rubbed against the nipples of Robin's firm, large breasts, and soon each was feeling the pressure of the other's nipples teasing her own flesh. But this was Robin's first experience with another girl, and she was tense. It was her first experience with another person of either sex, for that matter.
"Golly, take it easy," Nan told her. "Cool down, relax."
"Okay," she nodded, kissing the other girl's lips. "Okay."
Nan's working fingers continued playing with the solid pearl of Robin's clitoris as her tongue washed its way through Robin's mouth. And Robin was quick to react, her own tongue answering Nan's. Then Nan's lips kissed their way to Robin's neck, her tongue licking its way carefully down the sensitive flesh. Robin began squirming in undeniable enjoyment, never believing she could have so much sexual fun with another female.
Nan's lips were moving lower. Robin suddenly realized the other girl's mouth was on her flat belly. Her tongue was fluttering in and out of her mouth, moving up and down, kissing her under her breasts, occasionally even licking at a nipple, but always returning to her navel, licking her flat tummy and the flesh all around there. Robin writhed when Nan's tongue began licking at the soft blond hairs on her pelvis.
Golly, Robin thought, she's going to do to me what that redheaded guy first did to that girl Stacey. Wow!
Nan's tongue slithered all over Robin's pelvis, making the light-haired girl wriggle with maddening pleasure. At the same time she moved her fingers deeper into Robin's lathered pussy, letting the tips slide around and make Robin's cuntwalls all the more sensitive. Then the fingers slid out as Nan's tongue went past Robin's shuddering clitoris and sank itself right into the girl's wanton hole.
Robin felt the tongue carefully being inserted between her inner and outer labia, first on the left, then on the right, carefully licking up and down. And she almost went insane with delight. That Stacey had been one big dummy not to enjoy this right from the beginning. Robin gasped and sighed, feeling new thrills shoot through her like porcupine quills. Then the tongue drilled straight into her steaming hole, lapping in and out while moving up and down.
Then Nan tugged her tongue out of the dripping morass and let it flick across Robin's shuddering clitoris. At the same time she slid her palms under Robin's ass, caressing her luscious buttocks, kneading their firm roundness, holding her steady as her tantalizing tongue proceeded to return to the tasty sump of Robin's nest.
Though Robin didn't know it, this was Nan's first experience, as well. In fact, Nan knew even less about it than Robin, having first peeped at someone else the previous night, while Robin had seen her brother in action a year before. Nan had always had the urge to try something like this, but she was afraid to approach any of her friends at home. To do so and be rebuffed would also result in having it spread around school that Nancy Wint was a dyke, and that just wasn't so. Nan had a fantastic yearning to be with a male, but so far no males had ever approached, her. The next best thing was another female.
Looking into the sopping cunt she was eating, Nan could understand why a man would be fascinated with it. It was a nice, pouting purse, sliced down the middle, with a tasty syrup just oozing from it. She loved the pressure of those plump outer labia against her mouth, and kissed them continually.
Pressing Robin's thighs even farther apart, Nan shoved her face into the foaming slash, lancing her tongue as far into the hot cauldron as she could. God! What a tight pussy. No cock had ever opened this one up. She knew her own cunt was just as tight. Somehow she managed to snake her tongue into the hot, creamy center, working it around, making
Robin manufacture more of the tasty cream so she could lick it out.
Robin's ass was bouncing wildly on the mattress as she rammed her tight, wet cunt against Nan's starved lips. A passionate flame seared her inner channel, making her hotter and hotter, and she was gasping, feeling herself rise to the point of getting ready to explode. And all the while, Nan continued licking and eating with more vigor, plunging her lingual digit again and again into Robin's inflamed pussy, moving it around and around, using her lips to literally suck on each labium.
Robin's gasps were dryer and hotter, and she had to jam a forearm into her mouth to keep herself from shouting out just how wonderful it felt. God! What unbelievable thrills.
"Uhhhmmmfffff!" she murmured against her arm, keeping herself from shouting.
Nan let her tongue swath its way across Robin's shivering clitoris, causing Robin to press her arm all the more strongly against her mouth. Her head flailed madly from one side to the other, her long, blond hair whipping out.
And then Robin suddenly felt her gut overwhelmed with a passionate sensation she'd never before experienced. Her stomach muscles began to contract, and suddenly wild, muscular spasms took control of her as her belly involuntarily pumped in and out with a violent, shuddering rhythm.
"Aaaaahhhhhhmmmmmmmmmaaaarrrrpppp-hhhhhh!" Robin screamed against her forearm as her body bounded maddeningly, thudding against the mattress time and time again.
Nan, who had seen the girl Jill in the throes of her climax, and who had heard Stacey, knew neither of them had Robin's overwhelming capacity to come. She had no doubt it would attract many men to her. Though Nan was somewhat inexperienced in things like this, she had read many books on the subject. Men were vain animals. In the present, relatively enlightened society, men measure their virility by the abilities to make a woman orgasm. Knowing he could bring about an orgasm as powerful as the one Robin was experiencing, would make any man feel vain. Yes, Robin would be very good for men. It almost made Nan feel good, knowing she was the first one to cause such a reaction in Robin. Her tongue lapped all the more quickly, applying even greater pressure to the other girl's shuddering clitoris with her lips and teeth, imbibing more and more of the delicious river now splashing out of Robin's shuddering cunt.
Eventually, Robin's eruptions began slowly subsiding, she began breathing more evenly, and so she pulled her forearm away from her mouth. She was gasping for air.
"Golly!" was all she could say for a breathless moment. "Oh golly! I never thought anyone could feel something like that inside them. Oh wow! That was terrif."
"Well, from what I read, women can be as much fun to other women as men," Nan told her.
"So I see," Robin nodded. "Gee, that was something else."
"Do you feel we did anything wrong?" Nan asked.
"Heck, no!" Robin laughed.
"Good. I mean, I'd like to be on the receiving end, too, if you know what I mean."
She lay down beside Robin, pressing her small, firm breasts against the other girl's large, solid tits. Then she arched her back until her hips seemed to fit snugly against the plane of Robin's dripping cunt, their clitorises touching. Suddenly wild, maddening sensations made both teenagers shiver. Nan trembled as her fingertips played along Robin's spine, letting them trail down along the curving shape of her waist and hips.
Once again their lips came together, delicately, slow at first, then with greater and greater pressure as the hunger each felt for the other began to enlarge. A strong, primeval thrill began coursing through the pair of them, forcing them to press their bodies hotly against one another, thrilling to the way their mouths tasted each other's breath.
As Nan kissed Robin she felt relief course through her. She had been afraid Robin might be willing to receive without reciprocating, but now she saw the blond girl was anxious to do for her what the other girl had done for Robin. Burning heat cascaded through her body. Their burning cunts scrubbed one against the other. Their limbs entwined, and in the little cabin both girls found themselves perspiring. They tumbled together on the mattress, rolling around and around, and then Nan discovered she was on the bottom with Robin on top. And Robin was using her knees to force Nan's thighs apart, just as Greg had forced Stacey's legs open. Nan's hot cunt pressed more fervidly against Robin's, and both girls were gasping.
Robin's fingers were playing with Nan's small, round, solid breasts, squeezing them, compressing the nipples, using her palms against the soft white flesh of her under boobs, and all the while massaging Nan's extending clitoris with her own throbbing penis-like bit of flesh. Nan could feel Robin's watering split pressing itself strongly against her own feminine divide, their bubbling oils intermixing in their pubic bushes. Their trembling, aching clitorises continued pressuring against one another, and both girls felt themselves shuddering with maddened desire, insanely bucking to and fro.
The sensations were totally overpowering. Nan thrilled to it, shuddering with delight at the pressure of Robin's body against hers. Nipple to nipple and clitoris to clitoris, their breasts rocked against one another. Wild chills filled Nan as Robin's full hips ground strongly down, pressing her tingling clit against the sensitive button of the dark-haired girl. Their pubic hairs washed against each other, black hairs getting caught in Robin's bush while golden strands were pulled into Nan's public mound.
"God, am I glad you're here," Robin whispered to Nan between kisses. "I never thought I'd make it the first time out with another girl, but boy am I glad I'm doing it. Golly! Ill bet it's almost as much fun as having a man inside. I think it's the idea of having another body so close that's important. Gee, I mean, all that's really missing is actual penetration."
"As you saw, the first time that can be painful," Nan reminded her, humping her cunt up to meet the downward thrusts of Robin's hot little pussy.
Nan clutched Robin's round ass tightly with her own small hands, responding and reacting to every move of Robin's, rubbing her clit against that of the other girl, feeling the little thorn rub against her own, feeling the way Robin was slamming her sticky labia down to slaver against hers. Robin's body began moving faster and faster, and soon she found herself pumping like a steam drill, pounding her crotch into Nan's as certainly as any man might do. One thrill built on another, bringing each girl to a higher plateau. Nan bounced under Robin like a female rabbit in heat, crushing her extension of hardened clit more solidly against the bubble of Robin's feminine button. Their lubricious fluids were pouring out in heavy puddles, and Robin felt a second orgasm approaching. Her body suddenly went taut, and Nan saw her opening her mouth to shout out her enjoyment. Grabbing Robin by her blond hair, Nan tugged her head down and jammed her tongue into the girl's mouth, muffling Robin's scream.
"A AAaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhaaaaaggghhhh!" Robin bellowed into Nan's mouth, her slender, lithe torso shaking with the maddening violence of an earthquake, before ultimately going slack.
Robin no longer could move. She simply lay there, on top of Nan, sobbing, gasping, shuddering as one mad sensation chased another through her body. Her silent cry, running through her panting bosom, pressed her nipples more firmly against Nan's tits making Nan even more aroused, herself not having come, yet.
At that point, Nan thought Robin might call an end to it all. How many climaxes could a woman have and keep on going? True, Robin was just a girl, but why should that make her more capable of climaxing than an adult woman?
Nan was ready to get dressed once Robin rolled off her, but the blond girl held her in place, saying, "You have nice breasts, you know. They looked like chocolate-topped whipped cream."
And then Robin lowered her mouth to Nan's bosom and began licking the dark girl's nipples. She lapped for a while at the right nipple, and when it was hard and stiff, she began working on the left one, letting her tongue lick at each aureole as if she could wash the chocolate from Nan's white flesh. Nan, meanwhile, let her fingers smooth their way through Robin's long, blond hair. This seemed to arouse Robin all the more, and she began opening her mouth wider, sucking in all of Nan's right tit, letting her tongue play wildly over the nipple, causing the dark-haired girl to squirm. Her teeth bit into the skin without breaking it, then her tongue licked where her teeth had nibbled.
"You really liked eating me before, didn't you?" Robin asked.
"Uh huh," Nan nodded, only half-hearing the other girl speak.
"It must taste really good down there," Robin went on.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Nan agreed. "Golly, I liked it so much, I think I'd probably have a better climax if I could eat you while you're eating me. Okay?"
"Fine."
"Then bring that terrific cunt of yours around here so I can feel it against my mouth."
As Robin began moving around, her nipple brushed Nan's lips. Nan sucked on the pink nipple until it was long and turgid, staring down the length of Robin's inverted stomach, she saw the blond carpeting of curling hair through which her tongue had tantalizingly licked earlier. It was moving toward her mouth, once again letting her see the slender thighs. And then she felt Robin's burning, seeking mouth between her own chunky thighs, a searching tongue plunging into her own shuddering depths.
They clung tightly to one another now, Robin once again resting on Nan, her thighs wide open and surrounding the dark-haired girl's cheeks while she felt the other girl's chubby thighs cling to her jaws as she sank her mouth into the puddled pussy spread before her. Nan felt Robin's loins close tightly around her head, offering her the depths of her own, deep, salacious pussy. Once more she stared into the circle of blond hair, curling and surrounding the rippled edges of Robin's twitching cuntlips. The sight so inflamed her, she stabbed into the hollow with her tongue without hesitation.
Once more she tasted the rich tang of Nan, this time allowing herself the luxury of sensing everything about the other girl. She sniffed the wonderful aroma, while letting the taste roll around on her tongue. At the same time her eyes took in the wonderful, dried-pear look of the leaking inner hole, and her ears barely heard the slurping sounds of more oil being manufactured, within. Her fingers touched the rippling pinkness making her constantly hungry for more. Her tongue plunged strongly into the inflamed twat, lapping up and down, moving in and out, licking the walls of the girl's tender young cunt as Robin wriggled on top of her. Now she used her teeth, biting the slick flesh. And Robin writhed predictably, her body accustoming itself to this kind of oral treatment.
But Robin was busy, herself. In a mental fog from the delight she was feeling, she used her tongue to knife right into Nan's heated furnace. She, too, was new to this, and like Nan, the moment she got a taste of the other girl's pussy, was able to understand just why men were so turned on by it. Her lips opened wide as she actually slurped the tender, inner labia.
She felt the smaller girl's dark, frizzy black hairs rubbing her chin, and she realized she liked the feeling. The pouting pussylips of Nan's little twat opened wider, welcoming her tongue and her mouth into it as her thighs pressed against Robin's cheeks. Now she plunged her face even deeper, feeling the sticky labia of the other girl cover her eyes and nose, as her tongue continued making inroads into the girl's steaming depths. Then she pulled her face back just enough to taste the titillating nubbin of Nan's shimmering clitoris.
Nan had been burning up, waiting to enjoy her own first orgasm. It had been welling up inside her each time she'd eaten Robin, and now, with Robin eating back, the orgasm burst forth like violent flame. She rammed her sweet pussy against Robin's face with such pressure, she feared she might break the other girl's nose. And all the while her face remained sunken between Robin's dripping folds as she screamed her orgasm into Robin's womb, a muffled, "Aaaaaayyyyyyaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!"
She wildly rotated her round ass as Robin continued lapping sucking her squirting oil and making her tremble violently. She also made Robin realize just how much that orgasm was needed, and Robin appreciated what men felt, knowing they'd made a woman come.
As Nancy began to crest and slowly drift down from her all-consuming orgasm, Robin had one more, final climax. She too, had to scream her satisfaction into the other girl's body, opening her mouth wide and yelling a loud, "Aaaaaaggggghhh-haaarrrggghhhh!" The entire sound was completely muffled as it traveled through Nan's internal body. The shorter, chubbier girl vibrated with the thrilling resonance of Robin's scream, and she began blasting more lubricious fluid into the other girl's face. And because Robin's mouth was wide open at the time, she almost drowned when a geyser of Nan's pussy juice shot straight into her throat.
Gasping, she moved up on the bed until she was lying next to the young brunette. Nan waited until the coughing stopped, then pulled Robin close to her, holding her tight.
"Golly," Robin gasped, "that was really something, I mean really something."
"Like to do it again sometime?" Nan asked.
"A lot of times," Robin replied. "All we have to do is make sure we're not disturbed."
"Better get dressed," Nan advised, getting up and slipping into her one-piece bathing suit. "If our folks don't see us out on that beach after a while, they're going to start calling the police."
"Let's go build a sandcastle," Robin agreed.
CHAPTER THREE
The next, three days passed with Nan and Robin meeting every morning after breakfast, going to the empty cabin, and going through their ritual. Neither girl felt the least bit guilty about it, and they were only sorry they had to keep it hidden from the rest of the world.
Afterward, they would either swim, build sand castles, or go scavenging for possible valuables left by the beach goers. So far, they hadn't seen much of the other kids their own age, and when they saw the older teenagers, Greg, Kenny, Jill, and Stacey, it took all their willpower not to laugh.
It was late Wednesday afternoon that Nan came to Robin, who had been relaxing on a beach blanket for a while, and said, "Hey, I think we can make a little money."
"If you mean we can use our bodies, that's out," Robin told her.
"No, silly," the other girl replied. "Some people just moved into the cabin next to ours. The man is some kind of junk dealer, or something. He's looking for all kinds of stuff to sell. Old bottles, driftwood things like that."
"Who the heck would want to buy an old bottle?" Robin wanted to know.
"Beats me. Look, maybe he grinds the bottles up into sand, then melts the sand down into liquid silicon and makes new bottles."
"Where'd you learn about something like that?"
"I know a little about glassblowing," Nan told her. "Not much, just a little. I saw something about it once, on TV."
"Golly, you see all the interesting things."
"So, whattaya say? You wanna go looking for old junk?"
"Heck, I know where there's a real old pile of wine bottles and such," Robin said.
"Hey, let's get moving. Maybe we can make ourselves some money."
"Okay. It's at the other end of the beach, where hardly anyone goes except for cookouts and stuff like that. They put all their bottles in a sack and dump the sacks on the other side of the rocks, hoping the tide'll take 'em out to sea. But it never happens. The place is a regular bottle graveyard."
"Hey, don't tell anyone else about this," Nan whispered. "We'll start bringing back a couple of bottles at a time and see what we can get for them. Okay?"
"Fine," Robin agreed.
The two girls got up, Robin carrying her blanket, and they walked unhurriedly down the beach. Passing the last cabin, the one where they rendezvoused every morning, they continued until they came to a campfire site. There was a ring of stones with a pit dug between them where clams were steamed and lobsters were boiled.
Robin kept on walking with Nan alongside. They finally got to the rocks and began climbing over.
"See," Robin said, pointing to the base on the other side. "See all those bags. They're filled with bottles. Be careful. They just throw the bottles into the sacks, then they heave the sacks over here. There's a lot of broken glass there."
The two girls climbed down and walked over to where more than a dozen sacks lay. Nan reached for the first one.
"I'm surprised they put the bottles in sacks, first," Nan commented, opening the first one.
"The people who have beach cookouts are regulars around here," Robin noted. "They don't like the idea of spraying broken glass all over the place. You'll notice the cookout area is also clean. They do that, for the most part, by themselves. The pigs that use the beach farther down never bother coming here, thank God."
"Careful," Robin warned, as Nan prepared to reach into the bag. "You could cut your fingers like that. Here, dump the bottles out on my blanket."
She spread the blanket on the sand, and Nan carefully eased the bottles out of the bag. Many of them were already broken, and most of those not broken were thick beer and soda bottles. But there was one blue, hand-blown bottle still intact.
"Hey, this looks like a good one," Nan commented.
"Okay, put it aside. Now hold the mouth of the sack open while I dump the other bottles back inside."
They went through three sacks and found one more bottle, a green, twisted thing of very thick glass. They took it, and dumped the other bottles back in their respective sacks. Then they tugged the sacks they'd examined over to one side, away from the others.
"Next time we come back we'll know which sacks not to examine," Robin said, shaking her blanket free of any small glass shards over the water.
They carefully wrapped the two bottles in the blanket, not wanting anyone else to know where they'd been, and walked back toward the rows of cabins lining the hill above the beach. As they neared the first one, they heard giggling coming from inside.
Putting the blanket with the bottles down, Robin slowly approached the cabin and circled around to the front, with Nan following. The two girls peered into the window of the front room, but saw nothing. This was the window through which they had entered the cabin each time they went there.
Robin slowly opened the window. From constant use it made no noise, and the two girls quietly climbed inside. They moved over to the open doorway of the bedroom, and there, frolicking on the mattress the two of them had used earlier in the day, was Nan's brother, Michael Wint, with a girl neither of them had seen before. The girl had her bikini top off and was allowing Michael to fondle her small breasts, but every time he tried to reach into the lower part of the bikini, she giggled and pushed his hand away.
"Aw come on," Michael was saying. "This isn't fair. You're teasing the hell out of me."
"I'm not even thirteen," the girl pouted. "I can't let you put your hands down there. I don't mind a little petting now and again, but I don't dare do anything more."
"At least jerk me off," he begged, taking her hand and pressing it into the bulge of his bathing trunks.
"That's terrible," the girl giggled. "You're going too far. I'd better go before we do something I'll be real sorry for."
"Christ!" Michael snapped, as the girl put on her halter.
Robin stared, watching him yank down his own trunks. The girl with him gasped and tried to back away. Michael reached out, grabbed her hand, and made her touch his solid erection. "C'mon," he begged. "I'm so hot I'll shoot in no time. Just pull on it a couple of times."
"No," the girl squealed, pulling her hand back as if she'd touched a branding iron.
Robin continued to stare. For a short guy, Michael Wint had a nice-sized cock. It wasn't as large as Greg's, the redheaded boy she'd seen deflower Stacey, but it was certainly big enough. Besides, if a girl was going to lose her cherry, wasn't she better off losing it to something this small, the first time. It would hurt a lot less.
Nan pulled Robin back into the other room and whispered, "What are you thinking? That's my brother in there."
"I know," Robin nodded. "I couldn't miss the resemblance. Boy, I'd sure like for him to use that thing of his on me. But I'm afraid he might make me pregnant."
"No worries there," Nan whispered. "Mike and I were both made by artificial insemination. The sperm count of the men in our family has always been very low. So the doctors had to take sperm from pop and directly inject it into mom's tubes so she could conceive when her fertile time of the month came. I know. I read all the medical reports mom kept hidden in her drawer. They took Mike to the doctor, too. His sperm count was checked, and according to the report, it's even lower than pop's. The only way Mike'll ever become a father is the same way our father became one. He could screw into you every hour on the hour for the rest of your life and you'd never conceive."
As they whispered, the two girls backed into the cabin's tiny kitchenette, to make sure they wouldn't be overheard. They saw the young, giggling girl suddenly run from the bedroom to the living room where she opened the same window through which they had come. And then she was running off.
"Shit!" they heard Nan's brother curse.
Tiptoeing back from the kitchenette, they peered into the bedroom and saw Michael lying on his back on the bed, playing with his penis.
"He's mine," Robin whispered. "I want him."
"He's such a creep," Nan muttered.
"But he has something I need, creep or not."
Stripping off her bathing suit, she walked into the bedroom. Michael, lying on the bed, staring at the blanketed window, didn't see her until she said, "Hi there."
Jumping up, he turned, covering his nakedness with his hands, but when he saw her, the yell he had in his throat just froze. His mouth fell open like its hinges were broken, and his eyes seemed to all but pop out of his head.
He was staring at a totally naked, beautiful blond girl, the kind most men dream about. She stood with her long, beautiful legs artfully posed, one hand up and touching the back of her head. She was smiling at him, her lips parted, the whites of her teeth gleaming, the tip of her pink tongue barely showing. The wet, flowerlike, down-like labia of her pussy were presented to him like the doors of the Temple of Venus, waiting to be penetrated. The golden V of her pubic bush seemed to shine in the dark, glistening with drops of moisture from her anxious cunt. Her high, perfectly rounded boobs were startlingly white against the tan the rest of her body had begun to acquire. They stabbed out at him like two mountains laying on their sides, the ruby crests burning and shining, beckoning to him to feel them and suck them. Her lithe legs, with soft silken flesh were sodden inside, shining with the secretions coming from her vaginal orifice.
"Hi," she whispered again.
"Who're you?" Michael asked.
"I'm the good fairy," she replied. "And boy am I ever good. I grant wishes to nice young guys with hard cocks."
All Michael could do was stand there and gulp. What he was looking at couldn't be real. He stared and stared, taking in her breathtaking beauty, and his phallus began twitching madly without his having to tug on it.
"Come," she invited, lifting her hands, her eyes locked on his young, strong, virile body.
Maybe he was the schnook Nan claimed, but he had a nice build. So what if he was almost as short as his sister. That pecker of his was more than adequate to do a good job.
Her palms slid up and down along the satiny flesh of her sides. They moved up to her breasts, and she cupped them, holding them toward him, as if offering them to him. Her fingers kneaded the nipples a bit, making the ruby-pink points fill with blood and stretch toward him.
Nan, from the doorway, could see how Robin's performance was affecting her brother. Well maybe Mike was a creep in some ways, but at least he wasn't dumb enough to start jerking on his prong. From the look of things it wouldn't be long before Robin began getting her wish.
Now Robin's hands were stroking her smooth belly, moving down ever-so-slowly until her fingertips were barely touching the golden fluff on her mons. Her thumbs pressed gently into her belly, and the sight of her totally captivated Michael Wint. The complete sensuality of the girl had him trapped. His shuddering cock twitched so, it looked as if it might burst open.
Now Robin's fingers began moving through her blond pubis, edging toward the pink flesh at the apex of the inverted triangle between her thighs. Her left hand moved lower, her thumb pressing one cunt-lip, her forefinger pressing the other, and slowly she spread them apart, revealing the swelling coral bead of her fully-swollen clitoris. Even in the dimness of the room she knew he was able to see it. With the forefinger of her other hand, she touched the tiny shivering bud, lightly teasing and stroking it, making herself all the hotter. Her finger moved around and around, causing more spasms of pussy water to come oozing from between her thighs. And while she continued massaging her oversensitive clit, moving it back and forth with a maddening rhythm, opening the tenderness of her shuddering pussy wider to his eyes, she began talking to him.
"Come on, Mike," she murmured, in a soft, girlish voice. "I'm real. I'm here. You can do whatever you want to me. Anything at all. Use my tight pussy, or, if it pleases you, use my mouth. Heck, you can use my asshole if you think that'd make you happy. In fact, you can finger my ass and fuck my cunt at the same time. How would you like that? You can eat my pussy, or I can suck that nice cock of yours until you're out of juice. And then, if it makes you happy, I'll even lick your asshole. God! I want that mouth of yours on my cunt!"
Nan knew her brother wouldn't let Robin get away without doing something. And he was so entranced at the sight of her, a marching band could have come into the room and he wouldn't have noticed. She could see the way his dangling balls slapped from one thigh to the other like a bell clapper. No doubt about it. Her brother did have nice genitals for his short size.
Robin slowly pirouetted, letting him get a good look at all her body. It was when she was halfway around that she heard him say, "Gosh! That's gorgeous. Don't move. Just don't move."
Robin stood there, her back to him. He slowly walked over to her and kissed her neck. Shivering chills went running up and down her spine. His hands came around and gripped her full breasts, but he held them as if they were grips while he began pressing his solid cock against her ass.
My gosh! Nan thought, staring. My brother's an ass-freak.
"Did you mean it?" Michael whispered into her ear. "Can I do anything I like?"
"Yes," Robin nodded, suddenly a little frightened, not certain what he had in mind.
He kissed her nape again, squeezing her breasts, causing a wild thrill to surge through her body. Nan had handled her better, but Nan was a girl. Michael was a boy, and his rough, masculine hands imparted a thrill she would otherwise have not been able to appreciate.
Robin tried turning around, hoping to embrace him and crush his hard cock against her fleecy pubis, but his hands kept her facing away from him as his lips continued burning kisses all over her spine. He braced his thighs wide apart, around her hips, and continued rubbing his cock against the crack in her round, firm ass. All the while his lips were kissing her back.
Slowly he bent her forward over the bed, and robin, not quite understanding what he wanted to do, bent forward as he wanted her to do. Then she felt his mouth kissing lower, his tongue licking against the base of her spine while his hands gripped her hips and held them steady. His hand moved around and caressed the globes of her round ass-cheeks, then his thumbs slowly began tugging them apart. Before Robin could object, she felt his slick little tongue send chilling sensations through her body as he began licking into the tight trench. His tongue moved lower and lower, making loud slurping sounds. Robin found herself looking at Nan, who shrugged, but who was obviously becoming aroused at the sight of all this.
When his tongue touched the crinkle of her asshole, Robin almost jumped. It felt as if someone had touched her there with a frigid icicle. He licked lightly, sending agonizing thrills rocketing through her body. At the same time, he used his forearms to push her forward until her knees were resting on the mattress. She fell forward onto her elbows, feeling her bum rise high in the air. The cheeks were still spread wide apart, and his tongue was licking her anus more and more hungrily.
Now his thumbs tugged the moons of her buns wider apart, and his tongue began drilling into her ass as if trying to plunge through the tight ring of her sphincter. Robin wiggled her ass, feeling ice-cold darts shoot into her rectum. She had no worries about his encountering anything unpleasant back there. She was a fastidious girl when it came to hygiene. His tongue kept pushing deeper and deeper, driving into the tightness of her rectum, and suddenly she felt the sphincter yield. The tongue was inside. Not too far inside, because the oral digit didn't have the firmness to go too deep. But where it touched, it made Robin see stars of delight. It wiggled and moved around in her rectum, making her churn her buttocks.
Then he removed his tongue and began licking her spine again. But as he did so, he pressed a finger against her anus, and this time she was completely relaxed, so his finger almost slid in. Her sphincter ring seemed to actually suck it into her.
The finger moved in up to the first knuckle, and Robin felt a bit irritated rather than thrilled at this point, but he kept moving the finger around and around inside her, and she remembered Greg's fingers inside Stacey's asshole. Stacey hadn't objected. In fact, she'd even asked him to do it. Robin had barely heard her.
Her asshole was widening a bit, because another finger was being used, and the two were probing into her up to the second digit. Here was a boy who knew what he wanted.
"I wanna fuck your ass," Michael whispered.
"It's all yours," she replied, wishing he had chosen her cunt, first.
It was embarrassing to lose one's anal virginity before one's vaginal virginity, especially when the onlooker, a close friend, was the sister of the boy fucking her. What was wrong with her cunt that he should prefer her ass?
"Don't you like to use pussy?" she asked.
"Sure," he told her. "It's just that I don't have any rubber, and I don't wanna make you pregnant."
Had Robin not known what Nan had told her, she would have considered Michael's gesture an almost-gentlemanly, gallant thing. But if Nan knew Michael's sperm count was low, then Michael surely knew it. He simply wasn't accepting it. He considered himself as virile as any man alive, and in order to maintain that illusion, he'd convinced himself he would impregnate any cunt he fucked.
The thought of that small, albeit solid phallus penetrating her defenseless asshole suddenly didn't seem like such a great idea to Robin. But she had committed herself. Heck! She had dreamed about having that slender pecker pop her cherry. It would have been painless enough. Why had he insisted on sticking it in the one hole where it could really hurt? Nan was right. Her brother was a klutz.
Peering down between her thighs, Robin saw him bracing himself as he gripped her asscheeks and pulled them even wider apart. She watched his legs move as he aimed his tiny spear at the tight, crinkled brown bud, letting the head touch her soft flesh. With a guttural squeal he pressed his solid penis into the resisting orifice as Robin suddenly tightened her asscheeks. Her clenched sphincter fought his pressing prod until it suddenly surrendered, unable to keep his pushing penis from entering.
"Uhhhhh . . . owwwwwww . . . eeeeeaaaa-ahhhh . . ." Robin wept, feeling some very genuine pain as his penis slowly pushed into her.
Unable to see what he was doing with her head hanging between her thighs, she raised her head and tried turning it, as if seeing what he was doing was necessary to confirm what she felt. Yes. Yes, he was doing it, all right. He was slowly shoving his fuck-stick into her tight little ass.
"Oooooo God!" the expletive tore from Michael's mouth at the unbelievable, constricting crush of her narrow ass-tunnel. To him, it felt unbelievably fantastic. This was the first time he had ever buried his solid cock in any hole. And the feeling of her narrow channel clutching his blood-swollen head was even better than the piece of calf s liver he'd once violated. His hands took a firm grip on her full, curvaceous hips, and he shoved even harder, thrilling to the constriction.
"Keep your mouth shut and your ass open, good fairy," Michael ordered, pushing his hard cock in a bit deeper.
This was his first fuck of any kind, and he wanted to enjoy it. That dumb little twat he'd picked up on the beach had appeared to promise him everything. That was why he'd brought her here in the first place. God! She had cock-teased him into letting her see his penis, but then he'd tucked it away when all she'd let him do was play with her undersized paps. He'd been ready to give himself one helluva whack off when that dummy had gone, but now this one had appeared. He had no idea from where she'd come, but he damn well knew he was gonna make use of her since she'd so kindly offered her body to him.
He'd been hot on assholes as long as he could remember. When he was a kid, his mother used to keep him with her whenever she dressed, but because he was a boy, she turned her back to him, always letting him see her bare ass. And once, when she bent over to pick something up, he'd seen the pucker of her tight, budlike asshole, and he'd had a desire to fuck one, ever since.
When Nan, his sister had been born, and his mother used to nap, he would occasionally play with his baby sister's asshole. At least he did it until she wet all over him, one day. Then he never touched her bottom again. But deep down inside he harbored a yearning to fuck his sister's asshole, if only out of revenge for what she'd done as a baby. Hell! He would like to fuck that tight cunt of hers, as well. In fact, Nan's was the only cunt after which he'd ever really lusted, though he was certain his sister was completely unaware of it. In any case, he was finally fucking into his first asshole, and the idea had him overjoyed. And if this tight rectum was a sample of what lay in store for him, this was only the first of many assholes he intended fucking.
Robin continued grunting and moaning as she felt her entire rectal interior burning with agonizing pain. She thought that little penis she'd seen earlier was one helluva lot bigger than she'd suspected. She was afraid it would tear out her anal interior. Her ass felt like a split melon about to be totally chopped in half. Her soft, inner flesh would tear and rip, and blood would come pouring out.
Nan watched her brother's eyes, wondering if he was a little crazy. He stared at Robin's voluptuous ass as if hypnotized by the way his pecker was pressing into the tiny hole. The sound of his sperm-filled testicles slapping against Robin's cunt as he surged forward again and again filled the room. Each plunge of his throbbing prick seemed to stretch the tight channel through which it was plunging a bit wider. Nan heard him moan as he stared at the way his throbbing pole moved in and out of Robin's puckered orifice. He jerked a little to the side, and Robin grunted again, as a new feeling of mild hurt trammeled through her inner body. She noted how his eyes bulged each time he slowly pulled the rod back, watching the anal ring draw out slightly, as if puckering around the impaling rod in a wild kiss.
"God!" Nan heard her brother groan, stiffening as if his entire hard rod were made of the same glass as those broken bottles they'd seen. At any moment she expected to hear him scream as his cock, like some oversized thermometer, suddenly broke. The way his balls slapped into Robin created the impression his scrotum was weighted with marbles of lead rather than simple testicles.
Poor Robin, Nan thought, stuck on the end of Michael's pumping cock like some kind of bitch in heat. And he was pumping it into her like he intended pushing it clear up her spinal column into her neck.
"Oh woooooweeeeeeooooowwwwwww!" Robin bellowed when Michael thrust back into her again. Her face twisted with the same kind of screwed-up look Nan had seen on that girl Stacey when Greg had started fucking her. She wagged her head from side to side, her blond hair flying out in all directions as he continued his mad pumping into her tight rectum.
Nan watched her brother lean forward, his arms on the mattress now, on either side of Robin as he literally leaned into what he was doing. When he felt her trying to pull forward, he reached out with one hand and grabbed her dangling breast to keep her steady. His other hand seemed to reach around her thigh and press flatly against her cunt, locking her into place.
Now he began lurching viciously into the widening maw of her constricting asshole. Nan could hear the other girl's sphincter pop each time he shoved himself forward.
Robin began gasping. The pain was becoming too much. God! A thicker cock would have really ruined her. Yet, even with the driving cock slamming into her tenderness and causing her agony, she first began feeling the pleasurable sensations she had expected. They seemed slight at the moment, with the pain far outweighing them, but as he rammed forward harder, salacious desire began building inside her. One hand was continually rubbing her nipples, while the other hand was pressing into her cuntlips.
Even though he seemed unaware of the need to titillate her clitoris, his fingers were brushing against it, making her thrill all the more until the prurience coursing through her flesh began outweighing the pain. She was becoming a slave to him now, enjoying the movement of his throbbing cock inside her.
His pelvis was smacking against her round ass-cheeks, his pubic hair scrubbing the perspiration off as fast as it came from her pores. He was moving faster now, and suddenly it seemed as if he was actually able to sink himself deeper into her. His testicles, like small counterweights, slammed against her creaming cunt while his fingers massaged her outer labia. She was grunting more loudly now, but the agony was gone. The pain was slowly fading out, being replaced by ever-increasing stings of delight.
"Move that ass back, good fairy," he said to her. "Shove it right up against me."
His fingers were rubbing her pussylips more strongly now, making them more and more sensitive. His other hand continued playing with her nipples, making her shiver with delight.
Robin was no longer trying to see what he was doing. The sensations had become too much for her. When he commanded her to hump her ass back, she did it without thinking twice. As if she were some kind of slave to his whims she corkscrewed her ass around and around as heavy pleasure increased in the depths of her pumping ass. She hadn't realized so much pleasure could be derived from the rectal interior. She was learning something new, and starting to enjoy the learning immensely.
Her soft, inner flesh continued caressing Michael's throbbing organ as rapid spasms of delight and desire completely replaced any agonizing pain she'd felt, earlier.
Nan, watching the proceedings, was becoming hotter and hotter. She stared at the way Robin sensuously wiggled her round behind, pushing back solidly against her brother's forward thrusts. She was obviously no longer feeling any kind of pain, and she was so caught up in the rapture, she hadn't once opened her eyes to look at Nan.
She could see her brother's lust was mouthing higher and higher as his fingers squeezed her nipple harder and rubbed her pussylips with greater pleasure. Robin was getting as much as Michael from all of it. And then she saw her brother's fingers squeeze tightly as he gasped, "I. . . uhhhhh . . . feel . . . it . . . I can . . . yeeeeaaahhhh . . . feel it. . ."
Robin heard his voice murmur almost obscenely as he crushed her breast with his one hand and almost tore off her pussylips with the other. Her nipples felt as large and as swollen as the balls she felt slapping against her cunt each time he drove forward. Needles of delightful prurience continued raining through her body. It felt as if hot sparks were showering their way through him.
Nan watched her brother's fingers grip Robin's seething pussy all the more tightly with a squishy kind of sound as he rammed all the more solidly into her beautiful, round ass. And Robin seemed to enjoy every passing second all the more, making Nan wish she had a cock of her own.
Robin's rectal walls were crushing Michael's cock beyond his ability to withstand it. Like a million tiny fingers the creases in her rectal cavern surrounded his cock and pulled, jerking on it as no hand would ever be able to do. Her ass had a maddening suction, pulling him deeper and deeper into her.
Razor edges of increasing lust were swelling through Robin's body, making her interior feel as if it were as brittle as silicon. Yes, she kept rising to newer, higher peaks, melting like snow on a warm day, yet ready to turn to ice at the slightest temperature change. She felt like a sand castle she had built as the waves broke over it. Something was building inside her. It seemed like an orgasm, yet it was building in her rectum, not her vagina. Not even Nan's tongue had ever pushed her his high up the orgasmic peak.
She shuddered as Michael's finger unknowingly massaged her clitoris, rubbing it with five strokes for every plunge of his penile organ into her anus. She arched back and forth, back to the thrust of his hard cock, and forth to the movement of his rubbing fingers.
The plunging beat increased, and Nan could hear the two of them moaning and gasping, now. She watched her brother ramming his glorious cock all the harder into Robin's tight ass. Satisfaction was almost theirs, and the pinnacle for which the two of them were reaching was approaching them.
"Do it ... do it... do it .. ." Michael grunted, using his fingers against her cunt to urge her crushing ass to move even faster.
And then Robin's hands no longer seemed able to support the upper half of her body. She let her torso fall onto the bed, her arms out in front of her. She was gasping, unable to scream, as her asshole suddenly tightened even more, threatening to literally tear his organ from his body. Her wrists flailed, her mouth opened, and she gagged, a "GgggggaaaaaaanTrrrggggghhhhhhaaaaaggggghhhhhh!"
The sound of her maddened, lusting gasps, in addition to the maddening lurching of her prostrate body set off Michael's orgasm. Somewhere deep down inside him, the engines started, the gears slipped into place, and the roaring motor began. The thick, gooey, white fuel began moving under terrific pressure, being pumped out of his balls by an invisible hand, and began traveling down through the narrow tube leading into that thicker tube of his penis. And then it was blasting out of him, spurting into her taut rectum.
"Haaaayyyyyyaaaaanrrraaaaggghhhhhhh!" he bellowed, and Nan was terrified her brother's yell might be heard in some other cabin, or by people on the beach.
Michael didn't care who heard anything. He felt the uncontrollable, wonderful flood joyously gush from the hole in the tip of his prick in gooey, hot ropes deep into Robin's crushing rectal hole, making her wiggling body thrash all the more. She shuddered out of control, enjoying his orgasm as much as she enjoyed her own. The throbbing, shooting, crashing flood washed right over him, and he twitched his rigid cock even deeper into her body, feeling the way her tight, milking, draining pussy sucked more and more liquid out of him, forming lakes of the gooey fluid in the deepest parts of her anguished interior.
Robin's fingers were clutching the mattress as her ass humped up and down, trying to get more of the feel of his thrusting cock. The bursting of his sperm in her ass felt as if a million flaming suns had gone into nova inside her. All sounds seemed pushed out of her head, and her mind was swirling so she really saw nothing. She neither smelled nor tasted. She felt. She felt the pulsing beat of his sperm shooting into her colon. She felt the throbbing pound of his solid phallus as little by little it began softening. It was all so fantastic. She'd know it would be good, but had no idea it would be this good. And this was only in the ass. How much more wonderful would it be when he finally pumped into her tight pussy?
His solid little cock was one great tube, unleashing all the elements inside her, and she was one huge receptacle, more than willing to accept all he had to offer. She wanted her ass to open wider, so she could vacuum all of him in through her rear.
Nothing seemed to matter any more. The world around them dissolved into nothingness, and all the material things were of no value save for the connection of his body to hers. Even though connected through her ass, the connection was no less valid.
Nan stared in awe at the reactions of both her brother and her friend. She saw Michael pumping his quarts of sperm into the girl's tight ass, and she could even see some of it dripping out onto the mattress between Robin's thighs. And there was the colorless drippings coming from Robin's unpenetrated pussy. The froth was also pooling on the mattress.
Nan knew Robin could squirt a whole gallon of lubricant when she came. She, Nan, had swallowed enough of it to know. But at that moment Robin seemed to be squirting more of the oily secretion from her cunt than ever before.
Not that Nan was jealous. She was overjoyed her friend had enjoyed the experience so much, even if it had to be with a jerk like Michael. But now she did feel a little left out of things. Even if Michael weren't her brother, this was hardly the time for her to walk in and say, "I'm next."
Slowly, Michael's wang deflated until it was too shriveled to remain in Robin's constricting ass. Nan could see the disappointment on Robin's face as the phallus fell out.
To think that something starting out so painful could end up being so good. It was something she, herself, would have to experience. But she wanted her tight little cunt pumped first.
"Who are you?" Michael asked Robin.
"A friend," was all Robin would reply, now standing up, feeling the gooey mess run out of her ass down her thigh.
"I'll say," Michael nodded. "Do I get to see you again?"
"It's possible," Robin admitted. "I do have at least one other hole in need of servicing."
CHAPTER FOUR
Although Robin was tired, she knew Nan was waiting. She hurriedly slipped on her bikini, wiped her thigh on a corner of the mattress, and said to Michael, "You just lie down and rest for awhile. Think good thoughts, and maybe, someday, I'll return."
Michael, who was unbelievably pooped after his overpowering orgasm, nodded, murmuring, "Sure thing."
He was asleep before Robin had left the room.
Joining Nan in the living room, Robin watched her friend take the blanket with the bottles in them and leave through the window. She followed.
"Boy, you were terrific," Nan told her. "But didn't he hurt you?"
"At first," Robin admitted, rubbing her ass, now beginning to feel a bit sore once the pleasurable sensations faded. "But after a while it really felt terrific. You're gonna have to try it."
"I'd like to do it the standard way, first," Nan told her.
"I would've liked it, too," Robin admitted. "What the heck, we have the whole Summer ahead of us."
"It's almost noon," Nan said. "Let's see if we can catch those people in the cabin next to ours. Who knows what kind of money they'd be crazy enough to pay for these bottles."
So the two girls hurried down the beach until they reached the cabin. Nan was the one who went up and knocked on the front door. Robin was right behind her.
The door was opened by a man in his late thirties, with curly black hair, apple cheeks, and a pot belly.
"Mmmmmm . . . welllll . . . what have we here?" he asked, looking at the two girls with undisguised rakishness in his eyes.
"Hi, Mr. Irving," Nan said. "This is my friend, Robin. Robin, Mr. Irving is the man I was telling you about."
"Come on in," the apple-cheeked man said. As Robin went in, she noted his cabin was somewhat sloppy, much like the man, himself. He was wearing blue bermuda shorts and a white tee shirt, but the shirt was half hanging out of his shorts. There were half-smoked cigar butts lying in ash trays all around.
"You girls don't have to be so formal," Irving said to them. "Call me Murray, like everyone else."
"Where's Mrs. Irving?" Nan asked.
"Mrs. Irving? My mother's back home where she belongs."
"I mean your wife."
"Hey Nan-baby, let's all of us get something straight around here. There isn't any Mrs. Irving. I'm unmarried and I hope to stay that way."
"Well what about the woman who was here with you."
"Gladys? She's just a friend. Right now, she's out doing a little shopping. Now, what can I do for the two of you?"
"Well you said you were looking for bottles."
"I did, didn't I," he nodded. "Yeah, that's the truth. Gladys runs this little antique shop, and she likes to sell the bottles after she's re-shaped them into lamp bases and things like that. What've you got?"
Robin opened the blanket and took out the two bottles.
"Mmmmm . . . yeeeeeaaaahhhhh!" Irving nodded, examining the two bottles. "I figure they're worth about a half a buck."
"A half dollar?" Nan said, staring at him. "Couldn't you make that fifty cents each?"
"Hey look, these are curios, so to speak. They really don't go for that much, even after they've been fixed up. A quarter apiece is all I can give you for 'em."
He delved into his pocket, took out some loose dimes and nickels and gave them to the girls.
"Either of you kids want a beer?" he asked, going to the refrigerator in the kitchen.
"No thanks," Robin said, more than a little disappointed.
The time they'd spent rummaging around looking for the bottles was worth a heck of a lot more than any loose change. It just didn't pay.
At that moment the door opened and Gladys walked in. She was a chunky bleached blonde with a round face. Her grey eyes were small and beady, and her nose was short and curved. Her mouth was a tiny pucker looking as if someone had stuck it onto her face with paste. She had a firm enough body, somewhat on the chunky side, with small, high breasts. She was wearing yellow shorts and a green halter, so her figure was easy to discern.
"What are you girls doing here?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Relax," Irving told her, coming from the kitchenette. "Remember we told the kid there about looking for bottles? Well she dug us up a couple. I explained you really don't get too much for 'em. Next time they'd be better off bringing a couple of dozen of these kinds of bottles. All we can afford to pay is a quarter apiece."
"Right," Gladys nodded. "Not only that, but we'll pay another quarter for any large, smooth, round rocks you find."
"Rocks?" Robin asked.
"What kind of rocks?" Nan wanted to know.
"Big enough to fit in the palm of your hand," Gladys shrugged.
"What d'you do with rocks?" Robin wanted to know.
"That's my business," Gladys replied. "Look kid, you find 'em, and Murray and I'll give you a quarter apiece for 'em."
"How many do you want?" Nan inquired.
"As many as you can get," Irving answered.
Robin felt uncomfortable around Irving and Gladys. There was something about the pair that turned her off. She was glad when she and Nan finally left.
"Let's go get some lunch," Nan suggested.
"Between us, we just about have enough to buy one hot dog," Robin noted. "Boy, what a sport."
"I know," Nan nodded. "Look, d'you have any money in your cabin?"
"I suppose I could always get a couple of dollars from my mother. Why?"
"There's a bus that stops not far from here. It'll take us into the village. We can find a hamburger stand there. The food's better than anything we could cook up around here."
"I guess," Robin nodded.
"Put on some sandals, and either grab a robe or change to a sun suit of some kind. They don't let us walk around the village in our bathing suits."
"I know," Robin nodded. "I've been around for a long time, now."
"I keep forgetting," Nan laughed.
The two girls went to their respective cabins and changed into halters and shorts. Slipping on sandals, they met and took the bus to the village after each had gotten some money from her mother.
Going to the hamburger restaurant, each girl had two burgers, a side of fries, and a shake.
"Hey look," Robin said to Nan. "There's my brother, Pete."
Nan turned in the direction Robin was looking. She saw a tall, lean boy with dark reddish hair and freckles. He had a short, white terrycloth robe on over his swim trunks.
"I thought you said your brother was a drip," Nan said, staring.
"Well to me he is," Robin nodded.
"Just like my brother's a creep to me," Nan said.
"I found him just fine."
"I'd like to try your brother sometime."
"I'll tell you one thing. He's built a lot bigger than Mike. I mean, I catch a glimpse of him every now and again."
"Well now, I think it only fair I score with your brother."
"If it'll make you happy."
"It will. What's he doing here all alone."
"Let's find out."
The two girls left the restaurant and crossed the street to where Peter Kamen was staring into a store window.
"Hi," Robin said to her brother. "Whatcha doing here?"
"Just looking around," Peter replied. "Still haven't found a nice-enough girl?" Robin teased.
"I get all the girls I need back home," Peter laughed back.
"Here's one you don't have back home. Pete, this is my friend Nancy."
"Hi Nancy," Peter nodded.
Nancy blushed a little because she noted he was staring at her with more than a little interest.
"Hi," she nodded back.
"Where you girls headed now?" Peter asked.
"Back to the beach," Nan replied.
"Well I thought I'd stay around town for a little while," Robin said, giving her friend a clear field to her brother.
"Well heck, I'm going back to the beach. Wanna come with me?" Peter asked. "Sure," Nan nodded.
"Hey, Pete," a voice called from across the street.
All three looked up and saw another boy, one of the ones Nan had seen her first day there. Like Peter, he was alone and crossing to talk to them.
Robin took one look and felt her heart start to pound.
"Hi Chuck," Peter greeted, and he introduced Chuck Ringo to the two girls.
"So you're Peter's sister," Chuck said, smiling at Robin.
"That's me," Robin nodded.
"How about I stop by and pick you up this evening?"
"Hey, that'd be great," Robin nodded. "Yeah, all four of us could go to the clambake at the far end of the beach," Peter said. "Terrific," Nan agreed.
"I have to bring some groceries back to the folks," Chuck said, showing them the package he was holding.
"Well we'll go on back with you," Peter told him.
Robin felt like saying she would join them, but she had told her brother she was staying in the village a while longer, to let him get better acquainted with Nancy. It would look dumb if she changed her mind. Since the buses ran every half hour, she decided she would take the next one.
Peter, Chuck, and Nan grabbed one just before it left, and Robin walked around the village for a while. She noticed a curio shop and wondered if they made lamps and things from old bottles. Walking over to the window, she peered in, and what she saw astonished her. First, she saw something called a pet rock. It was a simple smooth stone with a hole drilled through it, and a chain running through the hole. The advertised price for it was five dollars.
Then she saw the fancy bottles, painted, adorned, and decorated, each going for twenty-five dollars or more.
A quarter, she fumed to herself. That cheap Murray Irving was offering her a quarter. Then he'd go and re-sell the bottles for twenty-five dollars, just daubing a little paint on them.
Fuming and broiling, she waited impatiently for the next bus. When it got to the beach, she hurried off. She was almost certain she knew where she'd find Nan. And she was right. The only thing was, Nan had slowed Peter down a little, and the two of them, along with Chuck, were just climbing into the unused cabin's window when she first spied them. They didn't see her, and she had a feeling they'd be better off not seeing her. But that didn't mean she couldn't watch.
God! Nan went in there with Pete and Chuck. She was going to take them both on at once. Talk about luck. Well, what the heck! She'd already had Nan's brother, and tonight, if she was lucky, she'd get Chuck Ringo to take away her unwanted cherry. A quick douche with a warm bottle of Coke would keep her from having any babies.
Hurrying over to the cabin, she raised the window and climbed in, noting the other three were in the bedroom. She lowered the window and sneaked over to the doorway. They had made certain the blankets were in place over the curtain rods in front of the two bedroom windows, and it was difficult to see inside. Robin knew she'd have to wait until her eyes accustomed themselves to the dimness. In the meantime, she could listen.
"You a virgin?" Peter was asking.
"Yes," Nan replied, "but I'm not a fanatic about it."
"Look," Peter said. "We just wanna make sure nothing happens afterward. I mean, like we don't wanna be the cause of you having a swollen belly in a few months."
"I'm on the Pill," Nan told them.
"But I thought you just said you're a virgin," Chuck broke in.
"Call it wishful thinking," Nan said. "I've been wanting a good cock stuffed inside me for a long time, almost two years. So I go to the pharmacy and tell them I'm buying the Pills for my mother. In the meantime, my mother uses a diaphragm. I've been taking the pill for about twenty months, now."
"Wow!" Peter breathed.
"Look," Nan told Peter. "Robin wants to get laid as much as I do."
"Hey now wait a minute," Peter objected. "Let's not talk about my sister like that."
"What makes Robin different from me?" Nan snapped. "She has the same wants, the same likes. She isn't some kind of ivory statue to be looked at and not fucked."
"I just don't want to talk about it," Peter objected.
"Well you have to talk about it," Nan told him. "Didn't you see the way Robin looked at Chuck, here? Just what do you think is going to happen tonight, after the clambake?"
"Hey now wait a minute," Peter snapped. "If you think I'm gonna let him bang my sister . . ."
"I don't think a thing," Nan snapped. "If you interfere, Robin'll scratch your eyes out. She's as entitled to cock as anyone. Besides, if sisters are so holy, I have a brother who could conceivably get angry should he learn what you have in mind."
"Look, what are you trying to say, already?"
"All I'm saying is, since Chuck is probably going to bury his prick in Robin, I want you to do the honors and deflower me."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, now wait a minute," Chuck objected. "If you guys want me outta here, say so now."
"No," Nan told him. "I just don't want you using my pussy. Once Pete here, takes my cherry, while he's still inside me, I want you to go up my ass."
"Crazy!" Chuck nodded.
"But you have to wait until he's popped my cherry. Until then, you sit quietly and watch."
"Deal," Chuck agreed.
The three of them stripped down all at once. Nan noticed the two penises were both erect, and were less than a quarter of an inch apart in size. Each was equally thick, so it really wouldn't have mattered which one was longer. Chuck's had the slight edge, but right now she was interested in what Peter had to offer.
Peter had a firm, slender body, belying the length and thickness of his stolid erection. It was longer and thicker than those belonging to the two she and Robin had spied on the day they'd first met. That quartet was really enjoying themselves now, and when she saw Stacey on the beach, Stacey had nothing but smiles on her face.
"You're a pretty girl," Peter said, looking at her rounded body. In spite of the baby fat, her body was solid, and her meaty thighs were like magnets, drawing him closer and closer.
She lay back on the bed, opening her thighs, saying, "Come on, Pete, feed it to me, all of it. Bury it inside me and make me feel good."
He was already on the bed, hovering between her luscious thighs. He reached out with both hands and grabbed her round, firm, breasts. In spite of the babyfat they felt good to his hands, and just as important, his hands felt good to her. He kneaded them, feeling the flesh spring back each time he squeezed. Then he slid his hands down over her belly, rubbing the tanning flesh, staring at the exposed plain of her wide-open pussy. Her pink vagina was first beginning to moisten, and Peter inhaled, thrilling to the sweet, aromatic feminine scent of her. He stared at it with wide-open eyes. With his palms he pressed her thighs wider apart, leaving the marvelously sensual pouch of her gashed cunt completely exposed to his wanton stare.
"God! What a cunt," he said, half-aloud, as if undecided whether to talk solely to himself or to the other two in the room. "I'm gonna gobble this sweet cunt until it's bone-dry. I'm gonna lick it, suck it, bite it, chew it, and ram my tongue as far into it as I can. And I won't stop until you've had at least one climax."
His words were arousing not only Nan, but to Robin who could now see clearly into the room. She had no idea her brother had such a strong sex drive. And now, seeing his phallus in full erection, she felt a pang of jealousy. That was the kind of organ she wanted deflowering her when the time came. Nan was right about Chuck doing the job. The sight of Chuck's erection was no less arousing to Robin. But this time she had to wait. It was only fair, since Nan had waited and watched the last time.
And Nan was burning up, impatient to get started.
"And," Peter continued, "you're gonna suck my cock for a while, too." There was an egotistical smile spread across his face, as if his word would be obeyed without question.
Nan was aroused by his suggestions, yet she was repelled by the idea he was taking control of her. Not that she wouldn't have been willing to do just about anything with him .But she didn't like the idea of his taking her for granted even before they'd started anything. Oh hell! This wasn't the time to think of unpleasant things. She was going to suck on that fat piece of pipe anyway. Just because he told her in advance that he expected it was no reason for her to start doing a slow burn. Damn it all, she'd been waiting a long time for all of this, and she intended enjoying every last little bit of it.
Her dream was coming true, yet there was nothing in the world that seemed so real. It was the most wonderful thing she could want.
"Yes," she agreed, her voice speaking as if in a dreamy, far-off state. "Eat me. Suck me, lap me. I really want it."
She was rolling around on the bed as the flames of her maddening desire increased with unabated passion. Let him demand what he wished, as long as he fulfilled his part.
Peter was overjoyed. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was still a virgin, and staring down at the inflamed young girl, he realized for the first time in his life he was going to sink his pylon into a hot, juicy quim. She was begging him for it, and he was gonna stuff her with every inch he had to offer. His throbbing penis felt as if it would split from the weighty quantity of thick, gooey cream bubbling in his testicles. Yet he knew if he rushed things he could ejaculate prematurely. This would make him look bad in front of Chuck, but worse, it would make him look bad to the girl. Hell! Nan was a friend of his sister's. He had no illusions about there being secrecy between the two girls. His performance would be reported to Robin, and if it was a bad one, Robin would tease him about it for a long time to come.
The timing was beautiful. He'd been in this same cabin the previous night with another girl, and she had pulled him off twice. He was back up to full strength now, but because of what the other girl had done, he would probably be able to control himself.
Leaning across Nan's enticing young body, he sucked the brown tip of her enlarged, spongy nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to rub against her chocolate aureole, causing a surging chill to vibrate through her body. He was arousing her as she had never been aroused before, simply because she knew it was a male mouth on her breast. She clung to each delightful thrill as his hot, sucking mouth covered all of her tit with thrilling kisses.
She felt him quickly kiss his way down her belly into the ebony triangle of her silken pubic hair. Her body felt as if it were dangling precariously on the edge of a new, wonderful experience, anticipating the first of many thrills that seems to make time stand still. She wanted a moment like this to last forever, looking forward to the surging wonder of his hot mouth gluing itself to her sticky cunt.
"Please," she gasped. "Please, do it now. Lick me down there."
She was begging, pleading, crying out to him, feeling overpowering desire tease her. And then a whole new set of maddening pulsations shot through her as she felt his cool, slick tongue slither liquidly between the heated labial gates of her vibrantly-aroused pussy, coming into direct, solid contact with her swollen nubbin of clitoral flesh.
Nan had been eaten by Robin before, and it was even possible Robin was more expert at it than Peter, yet the mere idea a male mouth was attached to her made the feeling something better than she had dreamed of. It was a static tingle of oral digit teasing choral bud, building a wild sea of overpowering enchantment, and the thrilling delight continued to make her wing her way higher when his front teeth lightly clamped down around her man-in-the-boat's delicate nerves.
Her hands instinctively reached out, her fingers tangling in his long hair. She twined the thick, long strands around her fingers, tugging his face all the more deeply into her burning, wide-open center. It was good. It was wonderful. She never realized a man's mouth could make such a difference. There just wasn't anything to compare with the way he was now eating her. His lips sucked the miniature penislike bubble tightly between them, his tongue madly lashing the bud, building newer, wilder, greater thrills in her body. His tongue literally stroked against her clitoris the way she wanted to caress his penis with her own hands. The pressure of his tongue made her writhe madly, pressing her ass deep into the mattress, almost as if directed to do so by the way his tongue caressed her clitoris. He let a hand roam across the bowl of her belly, running up to her fleshy breasts. His fingers compressed themselves around her nipples, one at a time, squeezing them, keeping the blood pumping in them, forcing them to remain swollen. His hot mouth and tongue continued their maddening attack, making loud, arousing slurping noises that seemed to echo throughout the entire little four room cabin.
Her head began whipping madly from side to side as his mouth seemed to gape all the more widely. His slavering tongue licked downward along the smooth, hotly-liquid hollow of sensitive vagina. His plunging tongue licked swiftly into the tight, never-before-breached entrance of her pussy. He teased it, running his tongue around the vulva rim, teasing her until she all but screamed for him to plunge into her.
Nan had never had her pussy licked like this before. It was as different from Robin's ministrations as a professional differs from an amateur. She felt him continuing to tease her, wickedly holding back for a few more seconds, making her bed all the harder as he enjoyed the savory flavor of her and inhaled the pungent aroma of her wonderful, aroused, youthful pussy.
She felt his fingers reach down and spread the sensitive, hair-lined labia between her shuddering thews, and the tight, watering center of her pulsating pussy seemed to splay itself widely to his eager face. He could no longer keep his tongue back.
His tongue slurped into her strongly and stiffly, as if it were a cock trying to fuck her. It ran right into the tight, compressing pink center of her quivering hole. The chilling sensation made Nan bounce all the more quickly, as a squeal came tumbling out of her. The ravaging tongue corkscrewed through her body, tantalizing the satiny interior of her wildly beating cunt. She felt his hands pushing her thighs wider before sliding under her, to grip the two cheeks of her bouncing buttocks as he continued spearing his lapping, licentious tongue deeper and deeper into the steaming liquidity of her pool of pussy.
Nan's muffled screams reverberated through the little cabin, making Robin feel more jealous than ever as she watched the tableau on the bed. She'd had no idea her brother was so good at things like this. Well, what the heck! He was part of her family, and if it came so naturally to her, it had to come naturally to him. Or so she rationalized.
Nan felt more wonderful than ever. Never had she felt herself given over so totally to wild abandonment. She had never realized such utter, wanton enjoyment existed in being tongue-fucked. Robin had always been delicate about the way her tongue had fitted into her slotted feminine groove. She rotated her chubby, bouncing, undulating asscheeks in time to the rhythm of his lashing tongue, feeling it whip through her delicate membranes repeatedly. The mad, sensual pleasures rippling through her torso had completely taken control of her mind, as well. Her brain was filled with the mad, exciting scenes she had witnessed, of Kenny fucking Jill; of Greg fucking Stacey; and of the way her own brother, Michael, had ass-fucked the very sister of the boy now eating her. Now, for the first time, she had truly become aware of just how wonderful a sexual involvement could be. Not that it hadn't been good with Robin. It was, and would probably continue to be good, whenever no male was available. But from this moment on she resolved to use a male whenever possible. The raw licentiousness of it made all the more sensational.
"Uhhhhh . . . ahhhhhh . . . wowwwwwww . . . don't. . . uhhhhh . . . stop . . . uhhhhh . . . God . . . move that . . . ooooohhhh . . . tongue. Love it . . . love it . . . love it. . ."
Her voice was chanting in a singsong way as the hot, seething tongue continued slicing into her tight, gaping feminine causeway. It moved with greater intensity, building the lascivious sensations to new heights inside her. It was total heaven and she wanted even more of what Peter had to give. His rampaging tongue was lapping into her at a maddening rate of speed, her writhing, wriggling ass-cheeks spasming beneath every thrilling lance into her lathered pussy. And then he slipped his tongue out of her sopping cunt and began licking into her asscheeks, lapping at the tiny puckered bud of her sphincter. For less than a second she felt as if something had been lost when his tongue had left her cunt, but just as abruptly, she felt it build a new thrill into her as it licked against her asshole with the speed and sting of a viper's tongue. She felt the hot, burning length cut into her crinkled brown sodomic entrance with wicked power.
"Ughhhh . . . uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh!" she grunted as the chilling thrill of contact with her orgiastically-aroused rectum sent wicked chills of thrilling wonder running up and down her spinal column. Mad, insane ideas mixed with seething, lurid feelings as they battered their way through her brain with the overpowering strength of a roaring volcano as his wet, wicked tongue pressed through her sphincter entering the constricted tunnel of her wildly-aroused anus. Her round, tanned body began to shiver with voluptuous quivering under the continuous, strong assault, and mad, thrilling spasms ran uncontrollably through her shivering loins and womanly belly. Seizures of maddening, sensual enjoyment took complete control of her mind.
Nan knew she was ready for anything he wanted her to do. There was no way she could have denied him anything at this point. He continued his mad licking, shoving his tongue ever-deeper into the tightness of her squeezing rectum. From the way his tongue moved, and the manner in which his fingers gripped her asscheeks, Nan realized Peter knew he had her under control. The pressure of his tongue was like a slick battering ram as it forced its way farther into her tight, anal tube. He licked so strongly, she thought he would soon be licking her colon.
Peter was enjoying himself, but his hard, throbbing prick had become more and more excited, and now he wanted to plunge the full length of it into her throat, enjoying the feel of her lips, her tongue, and even her teeth as he felt her throat rub against the seething glans. Damn! He didn't even want to stop with her throat. He wanted to push it into her throat, right down her gullet into her belly. Damn! he would make her come, but more important, he wanted to feel his hot jet streams of sperm blasting down her throat. God! Her mouth always looked so small. Fitting his thick cock in there would be difficult, and he would love every fraction of a second of it. And after he was content he had shoved his pike as far into her mouth as he could, he might then do her the signal honor of letting hers be the first cunt to take his cock.
Chuck, who was seated on a small wooden chair over in the corner, was still watching every move they made. The mere sight of it all got him more and more heated, and it was difficult to simply sit there. He had to keep his hands on either side of him, the fingers gripping the chair beneath him, or he would have been pumping away on his cock. And damn! He needed every bit of stiffness if he was going to pump into that girl's tiny asshole. Hell! Pete was doing a good job of getting it lubed for him. Even so, he knew it would be a tight fit.
Nan felt Peter drive his rigid tongue even more solidly into her rectal cavity. If he kept this up she would scream. And then he tugged the tongue out, slid around and over her, and there was his massive phallus, dangling over her face as his tongue returned to the steaming trough of her sodden cunt. The tip was teasing her clitoris, running around and around it without touching it this time.
"Take his cock," Chuck whispered to Nan. "Put it in your mouth. That's what he's waiting for. Take it, suck it, let it rub against your throat."
Peter, hearing Chuck say what he had wanted to say, didn't waste any more time. He let the tip of his tongue diddle her clitoris, teasing it until she gasped again, then sank the stiffened tongue into the searing depths of her hot pussy.
Nan's brain was spinning with constant, thrilling erotic images. His lashing tongue made her think of the way Greg had so ambitiously eaten Stacey's pussy. Yet she had never seen any of the other girls suck a cock before. She wanted to do it, but she wanted to do it right. Did one lick it as one would lap at an ice cream cone? Or did one suck it into one's mouth like a peppermint stick? Either way, she wanted that seething, bubbling white stuff either down her throat or in her cunt. But in any case she wanted the stuff filling her.
Grunting when his tongue slashed into her steaming pussy, Nan reached up and grabbed his thick, turgid penis in her hand. This was the first penis she had ever touched, and the heat, coming through the silken-covered stiffness, almost made her palm feel it was being scorched. She twisted her head toward it and let her tongue hang out, licking at the oil seeping anxiously from the tiny slit in the tip. The rubbery knob of thick, purpling flesh seemed to twitch in time to the way her tongue was now licking at the throbbing point. She could feel the way it swelled and receded, and knowing it was her tongue that was causing all this gave her a small sense of power. Yes, she could offer as much delight in her own way, with her mouth on his throbbing cock, as he could offer with his tongue swishing through her deep, dank pussy.
She allowed the twitches in her belly to increase as his hungry, seeking tongue slurped through her sodden pussy with greater pressure. She rolled her own tongue across the blood-bloated cock-point, washing it with warm saliva, lapping at it as if it were a lollipop. Her tongue applied itself to the head like a silken lash, whipping it and making it respond with a jerk each time. Then she pressed her tongue on top of the helmeted glans, running her tongue down the topside of the wantonly-solid flesh as if it were a thick stalk of licorice. Her mouth opened wide as she sucked the pulsing, plum-like head between her lips. This caused him to automatically react by pumping his hips up, jamming more of his steam pole into her open mouth. And Nan felt the thick pole ramming into the back of her throat, as if trying to push her voice box into her stomach. It was longer and thicker than she'd realized, for even as the knob pressed into her esophagus, she realized there was still more than an inch of it outside her mouth. The pressure of the glans made her gag for a moment, and she closed her lips a bit, as if trying to ease the pressure inside. This caused her teeth to lightly clamp down on the throbbing pole, and she let her thick, hot tongue roll around the meatiness of the plunger as best she could. Her mouth was, as Peter had surmised, small, and the thick cock was stretching it.
She needed to breathe, and so jerked her head back for a moment, her tiny, nibbling teeth scraping whitely along the solid phallus, making it shudder all the more. Taking a deep breath, she sucked it back into her mouth, a little at a time, feeling it slide along her tongue until it was once again pressing against her throat. Stretching her mouth a bit more, she sucked more inside, letting her tongue wash over it again. The clean, masculine odor, added to the slick taste of his lubrication, seemed to flow through her nostrils like some savory cooking roast. She became more and more excited, and cupping his balls gently in both her palms, she closed her eyes, relaxed her throat muscles, and jammed her mouth up into his groin all the harder, gobbling more of his thickness into her gullet. It pushed and pressed, opening the ring of her esophagus, pressing against her pharynx, and forcing its way farther in. The long, swollen head rubbed into her gullet, and the ring closed, squeezing the corona. But this time she didn't gag. This time there was only sheer pleasure from the pressure of his cock.
Her hot, wet, sucking mouth was unbelievable, a vortex of undeniable pleasure bubbling around his hardness. She could feel it swell as it filled her mouth and throat, her lips almost down to his hairy base, now. Her palms closed all the more tightly around his balls, squeezing and pumping then, pressing and compressing them, making them ache with delight and wonder. They churned in their scrotum sac, aching to release the thick liquid contained in them as thrill followed thrill through his entire body.
Nan felt his face push itself deeper into the hot, slithery depths of her steaming box as she writhed and wriggled. Her climax was approaching, and it was going to be one terrific one. She'd never had an orgasm with a hard, thick phallus in her mouth, before. The excitement of having one there aroused her all the more, and built her peak even higher. He was working his prong even deeper into her anxious throat, moving the tool in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth, almost as if he were ready to come, himself.
Little by little her throat was becoming accustomed to the thickness pushing into it, enjoying the way the massiveness rubbed back and forth, depressing her tongue, forcing her jaws wider. She would have loved to have him shoot into her mouth, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn't want the same frustrations as Robin. True, he could make her come with his tongue, just as Robin had enjoyed an anal orgasm, but it wouldn't be the same. If he came now, he might not be able to stiffen again. And she needed his cock nice and hard for her cunt, because she wanted to save Chuck's phallus for her rear.
Even as she thought these things her own orgasm was starting to build, and she knew she was there. Her palms continued massaging the gift of his bloated balls, and her mouth continued the wild sucking of his phallic extension, her lush lips almost awkwardly distorted by its thickness.
"Aaaaakkkkkkaaaaaannnnnggggghhhhhh!" she gutturally screamed, feeling the powering climax wallop into her, making her thrash madly with the thick meat buried all the way down her esophagus.
Her thighs closed tightly around Peter's face as her squishy cunt began blasting his face with gusher after gusher of hot oil. His mouth was open in an attempt to swallow as much of her lubricious fluids as possible, but the liquid splashed his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, and his chin.
Gasping, he finally tugged his head out, reaching for air. His lungs were burning, and the cool air rushing in made him fall limply forward. He never noticed Nan slipping his hard cock from her mouth.
"Fuck her," Chuck was telling him, seeing his pole was still rigid. "Come on, Pete. Slide that hot, hard dong of yours into her tight, little quim."
"Yes," Nan begged. "Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please!"
Gasping, feeling his strength slowly return, Peter raised himself up on the mattress, turned around, and planted himself between Nan's wide-open thighs. He could see the pleading in her eyes.
Imagine! A girl was begging him, Peter Kamen, to fuck her. He'd been a scumbag to refuse.
"Fast and hard," Nan begged.
"It'll hurt," Pete warned.
"No it won't," Nan assured him. "Any pain'll feel real good."
"Fast and hard it is," Pete nodded.
He threw himself flat on top of her, all but knocking the wind out of her as he positioned his throbbing cock against the flaps of her cuntal entrance. God! He was all inflamed. He just hoped he wouldn't have a premature ejaculation, coming before he could make her come a second time.
"Fuck!" she squealed, raising her hips, feeling the elastic knob press between her tightly-closed outer labia.
Raising her body, she reached under, grabbed his cock, and literally began pushing and prodding it into herself, forcing her pussylips to open. Slowly, little by little the penis began moving in, feeling the resisting stricture of her tight pussywalls.
Nan gasped. Yes, there was pain, but it was a wonderful pain. The pain came from the stretching of her ultra-tight vaginal interior, but at the same time there was a sensuous rubbing there, as wonderful as the pressure of his tongue. Only this time she didn't feel the pressure on one side of her interior at a time. This time the thick pole was rubbing all walls at once, and through the haze of hurt there was a building sensation of delight she had never believed possible.
"Faster!" she snapped. "Faster!"
Peter, unable to help himself, rammed hard, and despite heavy resistance, went plowing through her hymen as if it had been non-existent. The pressure made Nan jump and screech for a moment, but the moment he was through, his thick log plugging every last little bit of her interior tightness, Nan felt the pain instantly start to face.
"Yessss . . ."she hissed. "Like that. Fuck into me like that. Fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck . . ."
Peter drove his long, thick whang into the deepest part of her tight, clutching twat, himself feeling in a kind of wonderful heaven. He ran the thick pole back and forth speedily now, pounding against the girl's soft body with no mercy. But it was just the way Nan wanted it. The thrill of the thickness moving into her was delightfully overpowering, building pleasure after pleasure inside her. Tiny, minute orgasms exploded inside, none of them strong enough to make her scream, but all of them wonderful, building her higher and higher, making each succeeding orgasm all the more powerful.
"Hey, don't forget old Chuck," Chuck Ringo said, standing up, his rampant penis more swollen than ever.
"Wrap those thighs around me and hold me tightly," Peter ordered.
Nan did as he instructed, and Peter did a hundred and eighty degree rollover, with himself on the bottom and Nan now on top. And she began riding his throbbing cock wildly, feeling even more wonderful sensations building inside her.
Peter now gripped her tightly, his thick, long phallus completely buried in her squeezing depths. His knees, inside hers, kept her soft thighs widely parted, revealing the tiny brown pucker of her asshole completely exposed to Chuck. Nan felt wonderfully helpless and raised her head for a moment. She was the only one to see Robin peering in from the doorway, and she smiled at her friend.
Golly, Robin thought. Imagine having a penis in both holes at the same time. She recalled how wonderful it had been when Michael Wint's cock had been buried in her ass and his fingers had been jammed into her cunt. A solid cock in place of those fingers would really be something. She stared as Chuck crawled up between the two pairs of quivering, wide-open thighs. He brought his face down close to Nan's anal pucker, and stared at the way Peter's peter was buried so nice and snugly in Nan's tight little cunt. She was in a perfect position, with her smooth, chubby buttocks spread widely apart, completely displaying the brown crinkle of her anal entrance. He could see it opening and clenching just above the solid stump of hard cock buried in her tight cunt. He could see there was a trace of blood at the base of Peter's cock, caused by his rupturing of Nan's hymen, but otherwise her cunt had managed to contain his cock easily enough.
Well hell! Her asshole was something else.
This was going to be one heck of a tight fit. He figured he'd open her up a bit with his finger, first. Reaching forward, he probed with his forefinger, pushing against her anal constriction.
"Uuuuuunnnnnffff!" Nan grunted, as he pressed.
Nan felt the finger press hard and fast, and before her asshole had a chance to resist, the finger was inside her. It felt like a white-hot searing piece of raw iron at first, and she wiggled around on the impaling cock. Even then she was beginning to feel the thrill of uncontrollable lasciviousness. It wouldn't be long before he was driving his thick, hard penis into that same channel. The thought excited her all the more, and as his finger wiggled in, a masochistic excitement began taking hold of her. She felt his finger worming its way deeper and deeper, working in a corkscrewing motion, enlarging and lessening the pressure of the sphincter, making it wider with each movement.
She was trying to wiggle her buttocks around, as if helping him as he screwed his finger into her soft flesh to the limit. She could feel the finger pressing against the inner anal membrane which separated her rectal chamber from her vaginal orifice.
A second finger was slowly fitted in next to the first, and little by little she felt her asshole widening all the more. The sensation, added to the penis stuffed deep inside her cunt, was becoming overpowering to the point where she thought she might faint.
"Fuck my ass," she hissed, unable to take the tension of waiting any longer. "Fuck it, now!"
She felt his two fingers slide out, and then felt his loins press against her buttocks as he leaned forward across her smooth, tanned back. The rounded point of his excited, bloated prick began digging into the crevice of her asshole. Peter was holding her tightly so she couldn't disturb his aim by accidentally moving. And then she felt the knob begin to slowly eel its way into her, stretching the tiny pucker wider and wider until it fitted over his flesh cap like a thin-skinned condom.
"Oooooowwooowwww!" Nan grunted as Chuck, without thought of anything other than getting into her, pushed harder and harder, expanding her sphincter all the more, wondering how her impassioned asshole could take such punishment. But what the heck! She'd asked for it to be done this way. And so far, she wasn't complaining. He lurched forward again, driving his lance a bit deeper. She tried to squirm, but he couldn't tell whether she was squirming toward him or away, Peter was holding her so tightly.
Nan felt so wonderfully helpless. She also felt vulnerable, but in spite of the pain, the thrusting penis working its way into her tight asshole was building greater and greater pleasure in her tormented body. She felt Chuck push harder, her tight rectal ring finally surrendered, and instead of trying to push him out, now began sucking him in. The tiny, ovalled shape of her asshole seemed to be clutching the phallus more strongly than ever.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhh!" she grunted, feeling the full length slide deeper and deeper into her rectum, sensing the delightful stretching of her tight asshole. It seemed to strike into her like a blast of lightning. Her bottom automatically squirmed, almost as if she were trying to escape it. Yet there was no escape. This was her destiny, to be enjoyed by, and to enjoy, multitudes of men.
He was lunging deeper and deeper into her. Soon he would hit bottom as her sphincter muscle continued expanding. But even with the way it was stretched, it continued clutching tightly to his probing prick. And the pressure seemed to make him more anxious than ever to continue driving into her. She felt him slamming it forward, driving it all the way up inside, reaching into her large intestine with it.
"Yessss, yessss, yessss," Nan hissed, feeling the full length finally bury its complete self all the way inside her.
Now she was sandwiched between the two, and loving every throbbing second of it. She could feel her hot cunt twitch and pulsate, matching the rhythm of the throbs his cock created inside, and also matching the pulsations of the penis in her rectum. It was a glorious feeling.
Both channels seemed stretched to their limit at the same time, and Nan was reveling in the wonderful sensations. Yet there was no longer any pain. She knew it would quickly fade away, and was glad to have had this dual devirginization take place at once. What she couldn't know was it was a quadruple devirginization, since this was the first time either of the two boys had been inside a female.
Now there was a wonderful erotic blend of pleasure and desire as fantastic erotic sensations charged through her again and again. What had been minute orgasms before was now a series of enlarged thrills, and yet she kept her desire deep inside her, knowing an even greater thrill lay somewhere ahead. Vibrant passion filled her belly and her colon at the same time.
"Come on," Peter snapped at Chuck. "Get it moving. There's isn't very much I can do down here."
"Jesus!" Chuck answered, shaking. "She's so damn tight."
He was afraid to move, fearful he might come then and there. His rectum-clenched cock was throbbing madly, as if it expected to shoot off at any moment. The very tip seemed to be charged with tiny bolts of lightning, and he knew he couldn't remain there, kneeling like that. Like Peter, he didn't want to appear like an unknowing klutz. He slowly began withdrawing, and Nan sighed, feeling the way the throbbing mass of meat moved through her. At the same time Nan humped down then up, letting the sheath of her tight cunt slide over the thick cock buried in there.
Robin, from the doorway, exercised a lot of willpower to keep herself from walking in to take a closer look. As it was, because of the angle, she would have not been able to see a thing had it not all been reflected in the small mirror mounted on the dresser across the room. The salacious fucking made her gasp with desire and wanton lust. She envied Nan's wet loins at that moment, wishing so much to be in the brunette girl's place. It was amazing how her two holes seemed to stretch so perfectly around the pair of impaling penises. The elastic pink flesh of her cunt seemed to flower open as it rode up and down the throbbing cock of Peter's body. Her asshole was also stretching, and where there might have been some pained lines in her face before, none were there, now.
Nan was riding to heaven in a hurry. Her eyes clenched shut, then blinked wide open, and there was no mistaking the rapture in them. It was as if all of her had become an immense sperm receptacle, and now she wished she had a third penis somewhere in her mouth, buried in her throat. Her round, pudgy breasts were being crushed against Peter's chest, and he was tugging her head down so he could kiss her. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it exactly as if it were the penis she so dearly coveted. Her entire body seemed wide open, totally enjoying everything happening to her. She adored it, and realized she had been created for this.
The joint slamming of the relentless phalluses into her body was making her wild with enthrall-ment. Her tight pussy was already tightening up again, doing its best to clutch and hold onto the driving phallus, while her asshole automatically squeezed Chuck's phallus, making him shudder. She was being hurled from one body to the other as the penises seemed to take turns driving into her. Both men were straining for their satisfaction now, somehow certain she would manage to achieve hers, as well.
Nan rotated her body on the two spits, her moon-shaped asscheeks making crazy circles in the air.
The two males wanted to comply with her request, and slammed against her body all the harder. Their rhythm seemed simultaneous, one driving in as the other rode out, then the other pounding in as the one slid out. Peter's thighs changed their angle slightly, allowing him to drive more directly up into
Nan, and at the same time Chuck seemed to raise himself higher so he could nail his own hard cock straight down into her ass. Together, they plundered the sweet, tender, full-fleshed tunnels of her body, and Nan loved every second of it.
Chuck, being all the way on top, was beginning to tire, and he pressed more of his weight on Nan, driving her cunt even farther down on Peter's throbbing probe. The sensations were more delicious than even the boys had ever imagined they could be, and her body literally seemed to milk the two driving penises.
"Coming . . ." Peter began gasping. "I'm . .. uhhhh . . . coming . . "
Good, Nan thought, humping her crotch down all the faster on Peter's solid cock, because I'm coming too, and not in just one place, either.
The rectal orgasm seemed to hit at the same time her vaginal climax overwhelmed her, rocketing through her body at shuddering speed, all but tearing off the top of her head as she slammed her rounded cheeks back against Chuck's pelvis.
"Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaiiiiiyyyyyaaaahhhhh!" she screamed, as the vaginal climax hit her with all the power of a tidal wave, only to be met by the onrushing climax arising from her rectum. "Ggggggaaaaarmrggghhhhhaaaggghhhh!"
She slammed her groin down hard against the base of his phallus as she collapsed against Peter, feeling the hair on his balls tickle her vaginal lips as her arms clutched him tightly. She felt the white fluid come gushing up into her tight pussy, the heated liquid washing her vaginal walls and crawling up into her cervix as Peter yelled; "Oooowwwwaaaaahhhhaaaayyyyyaaagggghhhh!"
She felt him bucking under her, pumping his loins madly as blast after blast of gummy fluid filled and drenched her vaginal channel, a warm balm to soothe the searing ache she'd felt building up for so long.
"Yaaaaaaannnnngggghhhh!" Chuck bellowed, and unleashed a heavy volume of flaming fluid into her rear, letting it wash up into her large intestine.
Just as Nan had collapsed on Peter, so now did Chuck fall forward on Nan's back, throwing all his weight on her. The three just lay there, the two boys with their penises still buried in the tight holes of the girl, squirting out the last vestiges of fluid as the two members shrank smaller and smaller.
Robin stood in the doorway, feeling very much the intruder. Yet Nan had watched when Michael had pumped into her ass. So she remained.
When Nan felt first one, then the other penis slip out of her, she managed to squeeze from between the two men, all but flipping Chuck over. As it was, Chuck was now on his back, lying beside Peter.
Nan, feeling weak and sated, smelled the heavy scent of sperm in the air, and it kept her somewhat aroused. Pulling herself to her feet, she fell forward, pressing her palms into the mattress, hovering over the two male groins. She was tempted to lick them both clean, and would have had she not noticed her virginal blood mingling with the sperm on Peter's penis. Instead, she gave each penis a final squeeze, then managed to slip into her bathing suit. She staggered over to the doorway where Robin helped her across the room and out the window.
The two of them spent the rest of the day swimming, washing any masculine odors off their bodies. Then they returned to their respective cabins and showered. The upcoming evening was going to be a long one.
CHAPTER SIX
Because they were going to the clambake, neither girl had supper with her mother. The two brothers, Peter and Michael, were both going to the clambake. It was strictly a teenage thing.
The barbecue pit was at the far end of the beach, and by the time Nan and Robin got. there, dressed in shorts and a halter, the wingding was going full blast. The two girls noticed the bottles of Chianti all around and realized these bottles would be just the kind of thing Murray Irving was looking for. The trouble was, he was too much of a skinflint.
"I wish there was some way to make him give us full value for these bottles," Nan was saying to
Robin.
"Let's talk to the boys later, and see what they come up with," Robin suggested.
The clambake remained quiet for a good three hours, with girls resting their heads against the shoulders of the boys they were with, when not serving up the clams or the wine. There were garbage bags scattered all over, so no one would throw anything on the beach, itself.
It was close to eleven o'clock in the evening when the first couple staggered over the large rocks, and minutes later, all the others were following, wanting to be out of sight of the cabins far in the distance. On the other side of the high rocks, no one would observe them, unless you counted other couples who came there to do the same thing.
Robin was with Chuck, and because this was going to be her first time, she felt a little conspicuous. There were other naked couples writhing all around them, including Nan and her brother, who had come to accept the fact that his sister was human and did things other girls did.
Chuck found them a secluded area, not really out of sight of the others, but where the hill above and rocks on the side formed a sort of culvert, a dry culvert, where the shadows would hide them. Robin knew Chuck was as anxious as she, and now she was glad he'd rousted Nan, earlier. He wouldn't come too quickly once he penetrated her. They had a blanket, because Robin didn't want him pumping sand into her delicate pussy as he was fucking her. The moon cast long, eerie shadows on the beach, and Robin felt shivery.
Chuck, who had been drinking a bit more than he should have, pulled her to him and hissed her savagely. He was in heat all over again. And Robin responded. Her arms opened wide and she wrapped him tightly in them, feeling his lips press solidly against hers. His mouth slipped from hers and began kissing her throat as his hands reached down and cupped her buttocks through her shorts. Then his fingers found the hooks of her halter and opened them. He pulled the halter off and threw it on the blanket Robin had spread out for them, then stood, pressing her breasts against his body.
"Golly!" he murmured, kissing her and fondling her full breasts. "You have one helluva pair there."
Robin shuddered and sighed quietly as his hand found her anxious nipple. The thrill of his palm pressing her breast made her feel weak, and she swayed slightly, eyes shut to enjoy the massage that hardened the pink point to a blood-red as it stood up.
"Ohhhhh . . . Chuck," she gasped.
Her breast was chiseled marble in the moonlight, white and gleaming, but warm to the touch, and alive to his caressing palm. With a sigh, Chuck dipped his head until he had the rich nipple and aureole between his lips. Robin grabbed the back of his head, tugging his mouth even closer to her body.
"Wait!" Robin whispered, and Chuck pulled his head away.
He watched as she slid out of her shorts and panty. Her body glistened in the moonlight, two full breasts standing out whiter than the surrounding sand, peaked with luscious cherries just made for sucking. They stood out, burning peaks of wanton desire.
Chuck felt his throat go dry, his cock pounding wildly in his pants. He stared at her rising, falling bosom, her full breasts standing up like ripe fruit on the vine. He tore off his shirt, wanting to feel the cool touch of those nipples against his own flesh. Then his hands shot out and grabbed those luscious, round hips, pulling her toward him. She could feel the straining of his rigid penis against his pants as her body pressed against his, and remembered how long and thick the phallus had appeared. It was a wicked, almost murderous instrument, waiting to penetrate her very depths. She shuddered in his arms as they clung together, each feeling the need for the other.
Slowly Chuck bent her back until she slid down on the blanket. He hesitated only long enough to remove the rest of his clothing, then slid down beside her, letting his mouth clamp on her right tit, which he began sucking vigorously before moving over to her left boob. Then his mouth slowly moved down to her navel, and a moment later his tongue was pressing into her virgin pussy, licking softly, lapping out the heavy flow of thick lubricant. Hell! She was ready. She was really ready. If she did anything else, he would just be prolonging their mutual pleasure for no reason at all.
Lifting his head, he kissed her anxious lips, and Robin felt him reaching down with his hand, adjusting his penis. He pushed against her virginal gateway, and her outer labia parted eagerly enough. He kept on pushing, and Robin felt the solid shaft move between her inner labia. She was tight, very tight, resisting him, yet trying to suck him deeper. There was a little irritation, but so far no real pain. And then she felt the tip of his hard cock touch her tender hymen. The pain hit so hard and fast, her mind almost blanked out.
"My God!!!" she almost screamed. "That hurts."
"You have a tough one," Chuck said. "Wanna forget it?"
"No," Robin told him, shaking her head. "Go ahead, do it. If I don't do it tonight I may never do it."
He pulled back a little, took a deep breath, then said, "Here it comes," and powered forward.
Robin felt him slam into her hymeneal barrier at mach one. Yet all he succeeded in doing was increasing her pain as his phallic point literally bounced off the immovable object. Her heels kicked his ass, urging him to plunge forward again before she turned chicken, and so he rammed into her again. Once more blackness almost closed over her eyes as Robin felt unfathomable pain.
"Damn you!" she cursed at him through gritted teeth. "Do it already. If I were a man I'd know how."
"If you were a man we wouldn't be here like this," Chuck reminded her. "Now shut up and fuck back. When I ram in, you lever those hips up. Got me?"
"Okay, okay, just do it."
He pulled his hips almost all the way back, cocked them, then slammed forward. Robin, knowing how much pain there would be, refused to respond the first time, and so no further progress was made. But Chuck hauled his thighs back another time, then went charging into her, and this time she levered her hips up to meet his downward thrust. And she did black out as his hard phallus tore through her rigid membrane, shattering it.
Less than a minute later, she awoke to find Chuck buried all the way inside her.
"It's downhill all the way from here on," he whispered.
"I hope so," she murmured, feeling soreness she hadn't expected.
Yet, from having seen the reactions of Stacey and Nan when each of them had lost their virginity, Robin knew the feeling was going to be terrific. She began pumping her loins up to meet his pounding attacks, feeling less and less pain with each lunge into her body. This was going to be a good one. She could tell.
Michael Wint had come to the clambake by himself, and now he felt more than a little lonely. He had hoped to pick up a single girl, but when he found there weren't any, he proceeded to get loaded on Chianti.
Feeling bloated, he looked around and found a place a distance off where he could get rid of his excess water. After zipping up his shorts, he began staggering back to the festivities when he saw the couple almost by themselves in the dark culvert created by the hill and the rocks. Who . . . ?
Staggering closer, he was surprised to see Robin's long, blond hair, radiating in the moonlight. She was now the one on top, posting and riding Chuck's long, thick cock as if it were the greatest pleasure-giver of all time. Michael could see he was humping his groin tightly against Robin's, and it made heat burn through him. She was lightly swaying from side to side as she bounced on the phallic probe.
As Michael stared, Chuck slowly pulled Robin against him, crushing her breasts against his chest. And there, in the moonlight, Michael saw the anus he had penetrated that very morning. And the mere sight of the crinkled brown orifice got him all hot and bothered again. God! Wouldn't it be fun to fuck into that ass right now?
Being more than half drunk, the more Michael thought about it, the better he liked the idea. And so he began stripping off his shorts as he moved closer to the couple. She was keening like an insane tigress, her lovely rump swaying high up in the air as Michael approached and kneeled in back of her.
Robin's rounded asscheeks looked like two moons reflecting back the light of the one in the sky as her buttocks moved up and down, up and down, humping against Chuck's groin. She had no idea Michael Wint was behind her with his little thorn preparing to penetrate her anus again. In the moonlight it looked like a tiny silver peg at it moved nearer and nearer her buttocks. He could still see the wrinkled pucker winking at him, beckoning him forward, inviting him to make use of it. Even her smooth, rounded asscheeks, each with a large dimple, seemed to be beckoning to him.
Robin could feel Chuck's thick, large monstrous cock violently slamming into her, and all her concentration remained locked between her thighs. Sheer, fiery thrills ran rampant in her devirginized cunt. All the pain was gone, and all the pleasure was building. This would be a night she would never forget.
Stacey wandered around looking for Greg. Jill and Kenny were humping right next to the fire, and she was still a little too shy to do things next to the bright firelight. Greg had wanted to fuck her then and there, but she had insisted they find a slightly more private, intimate spot. Greg, more than a little high, told her she could find any kind of spot she wanted. He just wanted to get laid, And so he got up and walked off. Now Stacey was looking for him.
Wandering off to the right, past a dozen different couples, she saw the sacks of bottles lying near the water, and she also saw the couple there, as well. At first she thought Greg might be the male, but as she got closer, she saw it was one of the other, younger boys. She remembered he was Peter someone-or-other.
He was screwing into the little brunette she'd seen hanging around with Peter's sister. Stacey wasn't too good at names, and at this moment, more than a little high from the wine, names were the farthest thing from her mind. Hell! That man was really pumping into that little girl.
Damn Greg. If he was going to wander off like that, she could find some fun of her own. And what could be more fun than to ball with this young couple?
Tugging off her shorts, she threw them aside and staggered over to where Peter was pumping into Nan. Nan's eyes were tightly closed, as were Peter's. They were enjoying one another using senses other than sight.
Straddling Nan's head with her feet, she grabbed Peter by the hair and tugged his head up until his face was level with her pussy. Peter, feeling fingers yank his hair up, opened his eyes, and lo and behold, what was he staring into, but a gorgeous pink cunt. It was so close to his face he had no idea to whom it belonged. And in his stupor, he didn't really care. All he knew was, he was fucking into one cunt and staring into another, and the sight was lovely.
"Eat it!" he heard a female voice say, and the female's hips suddenly levered forward, thighs spread wider apart, giving his mouth access to the beautiful pouting lips.
"Oh boy!" Peter mumbled, but Stacey seemed to have caught him at just the right time. She could tell from the way he was moving, his orgasm was not that far away, and he was hot.
Stacey gripped his ears and tugged his face into the fuming depths of her fiery cunt. Peter sighed and stabbed his long tongue straight out into the slimy gash between her pouting lips, feeling the way her vulva began milking his tongue in the hope of deriving some kind of pleasure from it. Stacey felt the wonderful, shivering iciness jet through her body as she humped her fulcrum forward to maintain the wonderful contact. This was definitely the way to live.
Robin felt someone's hands gripping her hips. For a moment she thought they might be Chuck's hands, but realized she was feeling Chuck caress her full, pendulous breasts, palming a nipple in each hand. And since her tongue was fucking into his mouth, gripped by his teeth, she had no way of knowing whose hands were on her rump. This was crazy. It was like some kind of mad dream.
Hands were now stroking her asscheeks, tantalizing them, running smoothly along their satiny exterior. Suddenly she stiffened as something seemed to probe into her anus. She tried pulling her mouth from Chuck's, but his teeth still had a firm grip on her tongue. Damn! Who was probing into her rear, anyway? The more slender object pulled out to be replaced by something thicker, pushing in fast and hard, riding all the way into her tortured ass. Damn! Damn! Damn! It felt just as it had when Michael had rummaged into her rectum, earlier. Only now it felt even tighter because of the thick whang pressing into her squeezing pussy.
Michael leaned across her back, pressing his manly penis deeper and deeper, thrilling to the fact that Chuck's cock stuffed in her front entryway made her rectum that much tighter. He tugged her round asscheeks wider apart, feeling the way her buttocks were still trying to keep time with the way Chuck's probing cock was fucking into her.
Michael flexed his hips, pushing his rod in a bit deeper. The clenching walls of her rectum seemed to have tightened since his earlier foray with her. It was almost as if she were applying pressure to her sphincter to keep him from penetrating any farther.
Taking a deep breath, Michael cocked his hips then rammed forward as hard as he could, drilling his hard, thick erection (at least he thought it was thick) deeper into her tight, squeezing liquid filled passage. He was almost all the way in, now. His hands gripped her hips all the harder, steadying her ass as best he could in order to maintain his hard cock inside her. He could feel the heavy pressure of Chuck's phallic probe as it continued pounding in and out.
"Aaaaaahhhhhnnnnngggghhh!" she bellowed as he forced the last little bit of his cock into her hot asshole.
Robin felt the mingling thrills along with the pain, and knew from experience the pain was temporary while the ecstasy would remain almost permanently. Her mouth pressed into Chuck's throat, and her teeth almost bit into a vein.
"Ouch!" Chuck yelled, opening his eyes. "What the blazes is . . ." and he saw Michael Wint for the first time. With his head full of Chianti, and his cock filling Robin's tight twat, his mind had been befogged, keeping him unaware of Michael.
"Just getting my share . . . ass," Michael gasped.
"What the hell . . ." Chuck shrugged. "There's enough for everyone. Come on in, the broad's terrific."
Had Robin not also imbibed somewhat heavily in the wine, she might have been insulted. They were talking about her as if she were a commodity, a piece of meat to be used and discarded. But it didn't penetrate her fuck-hungry brain. God! She remembered seeing Nan being fucked this way earlier in the afternoon, and she had been very envious of the dark-haired girl. Now it was her turn.
With another strong thrust, Michael pumped his cock a bit deeper into the shuddering tightness of Robin's sweet asshole. His light scrub of pubic hair was rubbing against her white buttocks, all but scraping the skin off. Robin felt his balls banging against the bottom of her tight twat, and she was certain the two pairs of testicles were slapping against one another. She heard Michael sigh in drunken satisfaction, his fingers tightly gripping her soft rump. She, herself, was gasping with the combination of pain and pleasure tearing through her two channels at once. She felt him urging himself even deeper into her ass, and the last millimeter of his expanded penis was wedged into the tightness of her resisting channel.
"Uuuuuugggghhhhmmmmmpppphhhhhh . . . yesssssss . . . more . . . more . . . deeper . . ." she heard herself grunting, realizing she wanted more and more and more.
As if hurrying to obey her wishes, the two men plunged their phalluses into her at the same time, and rather than feeling the see-sawing effect Nan had known, of one phallus entering while the other withdrew, Robin felt them move in and out together. They plundered and ploughed into her, rubbing the tight walls of anus and vagina, moving in together, moving out together, and the pressure was delightful. How wonderful! To be fucked by two males at once. And though Chuck's thicker cock really put pressure on her vagina, Michael's phallus seemed to be just the right thickness for her ass. The two men were pumping wildly, and though she tried moving between them, they were the ones doing all the work.
Nan's eyes were tightly shut, thrilling to the wonderful, incredible sensation of Peter pumping into her. God! This was heaven. She was only sorry she had waited this long to lose her virginity. Whoever said the first fuck was the best didn't know what he or she was talking about. Each succeeding fuck seemed better than the previous one. True, this was only her second lay, but it felt one helluva lot better than the first one, and that one had been unbelievable.
Golly, she loved the weight of Peter's slender body pressing on top of hers, though his chest was no longer against her firm, upthrust breasts. Perhaps he wanted to keep too much weight from crushing her.
How nice to find someone who not only fucked to her satisfaction, but was considerate about the way he did it. Even so, she could feel the heat of him emanating against her, and she could very sensitively feel the way his thick phallus was pushing its way through her clutching cunt. He was moving steadily back and forth, building up wild, ecstatic sensations, plunging it deep into her willing body. This was the kind of feeling she wanted to go on without end. Hell! If nothing else, she had her friend's brother for the rest of the Summer. No matter how many other girls might be willing to fuck for him (Nan felt there really weren't that many, if any), there were none willing to go about it with the verve she felt. She was giving him the screwing of his life, and she intended making certain he knew it.
Dimly, abruptly, Nan suddenly realized the two of them weren't alone. Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw the pillars of Stacey's thighs above her, though from that angle she had no idea at whose cunt she was staring. And she could see Peter's mouth glued to the dripping pussy, licking and sucking away in rhythm to the way he was pumping into her. Faintly, she could hear the other girl's voice saying, "Yes, yes, eat me!"
She had heard that voice before. What's more, she had seen the insides of those thighs before. Aside from Robin's pussy, which had a mat of light blond hair, Nan had only seen two other vaginas. One belonged to Jill, the blond girl who hung around with Kenny. But the thatch above her was dark, with no glittering gold in the moonlight. So it had to be Stacey. Stacey without Greg.
Damn her! Nan thought, wrapping her thighs all the more tightly around Peter's body. What the hell was that dumb bitch doing, horning in on her man? She could see the anxious way Peter's tongue lapped into the other girl's hot, twitching pussy, and it made her all the angrier. In her anger, she thrust her tight twat all the harder up around the probing penis inserted into it, and it was a sudden realization that watching the way Peter was eating the girl was only making her all the more ardent. Even so, she clung tightly to him. No one was going to take his darling penis away from her.
Greg wanted Stacey, but he couldn't find her. He was staggering around the beach, almost totally fractured out of his skull. His rock-solid phallus was twitching madly, and the heat inside it had become so overpowering, he had pulled off his bathing suit and thrown it away. God! All this wild fucking was going wherever he looked, and he couldn't find Stacey. Damn! Damn! Where was the bitch? She had been so fucking afraid that first time, and now she couldn't get enough cock.
Bleary-eyed, he headed toward the hill, and as he got closer, he caught a glimpse of Robin being sandwiched between Michael Wint and Chuck Ringo. Hot damn! They were fucking into her like crazy madmen, and she seemed to be loving every little bit of it. She was gasping, her mouth wide open, her pink tongue hanging out a little. He stared at that open mouth and his penis began twitching violently. God! It needed a hole. Damn! Why not? They weren't using her mouth. Why let it go to waste?
Robin looked up from her mind-reeling thrills, loving the pressure of the two phalluses jointly plunging through her lovely body. There, standing near her face, was a third cock.
A third cock. A third, wonderful cock. Its reddish glans was waving from side to side near her cheek, and it was so bloated it looked like it might explode at any second.
Poor cock! she thought. It needs something to make it feel good. And her mouth turned toward it, wide open, saliva running down her chin. She was being pumped so wonderfully she could barely keep her head still. Her long blond hair flew wildly in all directions.
"Come on, honey," Greg mumbled. "Suck it for me or I'll have to jerk off."
Robin stared at the full, swollen pulsating prick. It wasn't as large as Chuck's, but it was certainly longer and thicker that Michael's. She could smell the animal need coming from his groin as the colorless oil dripped down the head. She found herself hypnotized by it, staring at the way it waved back and forth in front of her eyes. It fascinated her, attracting her, hypnotizing her.
Another little thought tickled the back of her mind. At the moment, she was filled with two penises, which meant she was equaling Nan's record. But to take a third meant she would surpass her friend's record. Not that she was out to set or break records. But what the hell! One was here. One might as well get as much as one could.
Her eyes shut as her body thrilled to another joint lunge from the dual phalluses probing inside her. Delight went shuddering through her, and she thought the two penises might eventually tear through the wall of membrane separating them and start rubbing together like two sticks trying to start a fire.
Her mouth turned and opened, and slowly she felt the pulsating organ slide in. Her ripe lips encircled the staff, sucking it deeper into the hot cavern of her liquid mouth. She felt him plunge as far in as he could go, then start his mad pumping action, out and in, out and in.
She gagged a little, choking on the thickness and length of Greg's phallus, but she was determined to have it. She remembered seeing the way Nan had sucked off her brother, and she knew she was every bit as good as her friend, even though this was the first time she'd ever taken a solid prick into her mouth.
Now she could feel the hard cock in her mouth driving in to match the tempo of the two filling her other orifices. They were gasping, and all three of them were urging her to try moving faster. Chuck called her by name, and soon the other two were also using her name, saying, "Come on, Robin, thatta girl, Robin, fuck, Robin, eat me Robin, move that ass, Robin."
Even so, the sounds of their voices seemed distant, and she continued pumping her hips madly, enjoying the thrill of one phallus stuffed in her quim, a second filling her bum, and the third pumping regularly into her mouth. Any sighs she might have gasped out were being crammed back into her throat by Greg's pounding cock as he ploughed his twitching penis repeatedly into the wetness of her wonderful mouth. He could hear her gurgling and bubbling, and he slammed his meat into her with a wild fury, intent on blasting his massive wad out of his aching balls, down her sweet throat. God! In the moonlight that throat looked more wonderful than ever. It was the perfect receptacle for his seed. Christ! He ached to feel it pump down her gullet into her belly where it would form into heavy puddles. Jesus! If he didn't come soon, fire would blast right out of his ears.
Robin was aware of the perspiration on all three men, as well as herself, in spite of the cool ocean air washing over them that night. Her tight, wet cunt could feel the swelling expansion of Chuck's cock, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before he began pumping seed into her. She knew the sight of each of the other two men would arouse each man to his utmost, and this only enhanced her own desires. She wished there was some kind of mirror so she could see herself.
In her mind she formed three pictures. First, she saw the pink, ragged edges of her pussylips each time Chuck pulled back, then she envisioned how her cuntlips moved back in, looking as if they were covering teeth when he pumped into her.
Second, she saw her tiny, puckered anus working back and forth as Michael continued his wild fucking into it, the tender sphincter also being tugged out and pushed in with his pumping motions. How beautiful it must look to see so thick a thing as Michael's penis stretching the tightness of her asshole.
Third, there was the continual running into and out of her mouth of the third phallus, rubbing her lips and teeth, and depressing her tongue. She thrilled to the feel of the head pushing into the back of her throat, trying to penetrate her esophagus. She felt the three throw themselves into what they were doing with even more vigor. God! This was the best night of her life.
Nan raised her hips somewhat higher, almost doubling her body back with her need to raise her ass as high as it could go to meet Peter's hard, driving attacks into her tender body. They were slamming together beautifully, cock to cunt, pelvis to pubis, flesh to flesh, and hair to hair. It no longer bothered her that Peter's mouth was still licking madly away at Stacey's shuddering nookie. Stacey still had her own man, and she would eventually return to him, which mean Peter was still all hers.
She was shuddering and sighing and her head whipped from side to side, slamming down against the blanket separating her from the sand beneath, and she felt the increasing pressure of delightful bliss take hold of her and raise her tight twat up along the hot, hard length pounding into her. Scintillating thrills were making her tingle in her shuddering snatch, as if a million little fingers were reaching into her, ready to tighten their hold and pull her inside out. God! This was even better than before, and she hoped she wouldn't faint from it all. She was so near to coming, so near.
Stacey stood with her feet wide apart, her head thrown way back, allowing the scorching tongue to lick into her like a maddening flame. She was desperate for orgasm. Her hands no longer clutched Peter's hair, noting how he was more than willing to continue licking into her once she'd released him. But now she caressed her own firm breasts, rubbing the nipples with her palms, then pinching them unmercifully between thumbs and forefingers. This made her tight pussy shudder and pinch inward, trying to yank the lapping tongue ever deeper into its creaming depths. God! He somehow or other managed to really keep it stiff. And her hips ground and humped outward against his anxious face, working to maintain the wonderfully lewd contact of his tongue moving between her steaming depths and her quivering clitoris.
Staring down, she loved to watch the way Peter was straining, the cords on his neck bulging as his muscles seemed to gleam in the bright moonlight. Wonderful thrills continued knifing into her cunt, but she looked down past his head and stared at the gasping face of young Nan. She knew the girl must be at least two years younger than her own sixteen, if not more, and it amazed her the girl was so anxious to take part in all this at such an early age. But then, look at all she'd missed out on by hanging back for so long.
Nan was muttering incoherent erotic urgings, her head still whipping madly from side to side as Peter's long, thick cock continued riding through the tightness of her hot, shuddering, clutching snatch. His throbbing testicles were ready to burst, and the ache had crawled up through his pelvis into his gut. He dug his knees all the harder into the blanket, flexing his ass-muscles, ramming his throbbing meat its full length into Nan's aching quim, thrilling to the wonderful envelopment of her sweet tightness. He could feel the almost-desperate pressure of her vulva muscles, straining to drain him.
At the same time he was tasting the hot, dripping juices pouring from Stacey's heated crevice, and the tang of it was bringing him ever closer to his own fulfillment. Christ! Bloated as he was from the clams, pussy was the perfect dessert. No calories, no carbohydrates, not in the least filling.
Nan's thighs tightened their hold on his body even more. Her heels were beating a wild tattoo on his buttocks, as if she expected him to ram his cock into her with such vitality, it would run straight up into her throat.
Peter's hands were now clutching Stacey's sweet, round asscheeks, and he could feel them tighten as her thighs clamped around his head. They pressed against his ears, yet he could hear her starting to scream a loud, "Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!"
Her tight pussy was clenching and pumping madly against his face, and her hands had returned to his head, pushing it deeper into the sucking swamp of her pussy, making his tongue lap all the faster. Her entire body shuddered and spasmed madly, and she pressed her thighs all the more tightly around his ears. Had Nan's head not been in the way, she would have brought her feet together.
Mad, wild, overpowering thrills ran rampant through her as Stacey felt herself come, then come again. She pushed on Peter's head, trying to stuff it all into her tight pussy, dying to feel his tongue reach up into her belly. Her inner muscles seemed to tug on his tongue as if intent on pulling it out of his mouth.
Peter lapped in with maddening fury. He thrilled to the honeyed taste of her pussy-water splashing into his mouth and against his face. Funny though, much as he was enjoying it, he found himself wishing he was drinking from Nan's tight pussy. Now wasn't that dumb? This was the first time he'd ever had two women at once, and he was dumbly sentimental enough to want to attach himself to the first girl he'd ever known. He remembered tasting Nan's pussy earlier in the day, and it had been pure ambrosia. Not that he wanted to take anything away from Stacey. But there was something missing in the taste of her juices when compared to Nan's.
Stacey was unable to stand by herself, any longer. Her legs refused to support her. She could feel his tight hands still squeezing her asscheeks, holding her into place, but little by little she was sinking lower, her knees actually coming to rest on his shoulders. The fabulous spasming contractions in her tight cunt continued as she fell away from him, dropping to the sand beside the two of them. Even without Peter's tongue to continue washing into her, she felt wild throbs emanating from her inflamed hole, and she jammed fingers in there to try and stop herself as she rolled around on the sand.
But before her own spasm could die down, she heard little Nan screaming, "Peter, Peter, I can feel it, ohhhhh yessssss . . . Peter. . . I'm . . . uhhhhh . . . commmmiiiiiiinnnnngggggguuuuuhhhhh!"
Nan felt hot, burning spasms start tearing her youthful body apart as Peter's hard cock continued its endless pumping into her. Her aching twat held him tightly, the thrust of his pounding cock all the more difficult. Deep, long shards of thrilling pleasure tore her inner flesh apart, ripping into her consciousness with sharp, slashing razors of unutterably wonderful sensations.
Her scream echoed in Peter's ears, letting him know he'd brought her over the hill of orgasmic delight. His hands now slid under her buttocks, raising her sweet, tight cunt into his thrusting pelvis, battering his phallus into her body, thrilling to the delight of her surrounding cunt-flesh as it rode over his thrusting cock again and again. His penis reached into her body, the tip slamming into her cervix, almost as if he expected to widen the cervical mouth and push on up into her womb.
Gallons of burning liquid seemed to come spewing out of him, jetting into her clutching, grasping, crushing cunt. He poured more and more into the dark, secret, subterranean cave of her body, filling it with his liquid emissions. Her burning tunnel filled with his spewing sperm as the beach rang with his orgasmic cry. Not that his cry sounded different from all the others on the beach, but to Nan it was wonderful. He was shouting because he was coming inside her, towering over the other mindless, piercing screams coming from various places all over this hidden side of the beach.
Michael Wint could hear all these other screams as his hot cock continued plunging mercilessly into Robin's tight asshole. His hands gripped her swollen buttocks, feeling their round smoothness seem to swell under his touch, as his hot, ramming phallus distended to greater breadth in the tight confines of her constricting anus.
Greg was gasping for breath, feeling the way Robin's lips pulled on his throbbing meat, and Robin, herself, could feel the way his swollen dork pressed into her mouth, making her cheeks puff out as saliva came dribbling out. The thickness filled her throat, preventing her from swallowing, and her sputum was dribbling down her chin. She was truly working, sucking the massive organ stuffing her mouth, trying to bring it to its ultimate release. She felt him trying to stab deeper each time he plunged forward, and she felt a thrill in gagging on the length of his prong. True, she would have preferred
Chuck's, but Chuck's cock was busy filling her cunt, and it couldn't be in more than one place at a time. Her hot tongue sizzled along the cock's underside, and the mucous membranes lining her throat surrounded the phallus with crushing softness. She was almost getting as much from sucking on the cock as he was getting from the way she was doing it. She felt the swollen organ twitching in her mouth, tasting the way it was swelling, and she knew his climax was there. She could feel the pulsations as the sperm already worked its way into the thin tube in the underside of his penis as it rumbled toward its destination.
Robin strained to reach for the wonderful bliss of eternity, somewhere just out of reach. If she kept trying hard enough she would get it. Her entire inner self was floating, climbing, bucking, humping, nodding, and slurping on the pleasure-filling wands. Three mighty ramrods kept pounding into her with delightful, wonderful bliss. Perhaps the three males thought they were using her to sate themselves, but Robin knew better. She was the one using the men, bringing rapture to herself. She was glutting and gorging herself with their maleness, and had there been another penis available, she would have welcomed it into her navel. Blindly, lovely, Robin thrilled and shuddered to each movement of all three penises.
She felt Chuck lurching beneath her, slamming her body up as Michael drove his cock all-but-straight down. Thrill built on evanescent thrill as her love juices came creaming out of her, dripping all over Chuck's thighs, belly, and pelvis. The rubbing sensation of his masterful prong made her want to shout, even with Greg's cock filling her mouth. God! So this was fucking. This was what it was all about. The thrills rose higher and higher in her quivering body, and even with the thick penis of the redhaired Greg creammed into her throat she managed a muffled, "Gggggaaaaaggggggghhhhhhaaaa-rrrrggggghhhhhaaaakkkk!"
Her screaming sent vibrations through Greg's shuddering phallus, and, already on the verge of shooting, it now released its gummy, gushing contents into Robin's throat, his fiery balls spewing out their contents through his cock as scalding lightning shot down her throat. His cock was jammed so far into her gullet, swallowing was all but impossible. Cream came dribbling from the corners of her mouth, leaking down the sides to her chin, then falling down in long, thin weblike strands. And all the while she stared at his pumping pelvis, fascinated by the way it continued running in and out, pushing the thick phallus in and out of her sucking mouth. Each time he pulled back, it allowed her to swallow the gooey fluid, and she decided she liked the taste of it. She wanted more and began sucking more frenziedly. She drank as if it were the rarest of wines, the tastiest of cognacs, the sweetest of honeys. She wanted every little drop of this wonderful, tasty fluid, and she was determined to drink it all.
All too soon she felt his shivering whang turn flaccid, eventually running dry of the tasty liquid she had been sucking into her throat. She would have continued sucking on his penis had he not simply fallen back onto the beach, too weak to remain standing.
Chuck reached up and grabbed Robin by her long blond hair, tugging her face down to his. He didn't give a damn that she'd just finished sucking off Greg. He wanted to taste those sweet lips of hers again, and when the arrow of her tongue touched his, it set something off in his already-fevered brain.
He suddenly tightened, his heels digging into the blanket, his ass suspended in the air, his tongue knifed as far into Robin's mouth as it would go. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived for him, and he felt the thundering burst of overpowering orgasm come exploding from his balls through his cock, into the delicious girl's body. Sperm roared through his conduit like passengers on an express train moving through a long, dark tunnel. There were enough "passengers" shooting from his hard cock, to populate the entire village of women where they were vacationing. Later, Robin would remember to shake up a Coke bottle and let the contents come shooting into her tight cunt, drowning all the "passengers." But at that moment, all she could do was let his sticky orgasm mingle with that of her own, adding to the paroxysmal delight shuddering through her trembling body. Streams of blistering semen went charging up into her body with greater fervor than the Rough Riders had charged up San Juan Hill. Chuck's spearing prong continued lancing into the hot, tight depths of her creaming cunt, feeling the gripping tightness of her innards squeeze and compress him.
Robin could feel Michael speeding up his thrusts in her ass, and she hoped he would come off before Cock's shriveled and fell out of her. And as if her wish was heard, Michael's gummy cream came bulleting out into her rectum, matching the heat of the flaming liquid Chuck had fired into her tight pussy. Her entire universe seemed to be riding on the point of a needle, and that needle was the one thrust in her rectum as she suddenly realized she, too, was capable of anal orgasm. The thrill charged through her and this time she squealed and screamed aloud, "Eeeeeeeaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!" and was matched by Michael Wint's, "Yaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh-hhhh!"
Streams of white semen filled her belly, her tight pussy, and her tighter ass, and, when the men had finally finished, Robin lay down on the blanket to nap.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was one o'clock in the morning when Nan and Peter found Chuck, Robin and Michael curled up together on Robin's blanket. The former two were already dressed, and Peter, looking at his sister's nakedness, felt a twinge of embarrassment, not knowing she had spied on him when he'd taken Nan's virginity. Part of his embarrassment stemmed from the fact that he could look at his sister as if she were any other female. She had a luscious body, and he coveted it. He wondered if he would be able to keep away from her once they returned home, after the vacation was over.
"C'mon," Nan said, kicking her brother's foot.
"It's time we got out of here before the police decide to see what's going on over here."
Michael Wint opened his eyes, and seeing his sister staring down at his body, decided he didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. Hell! Seeing her there with Peter, whom he didn't know at the moment, he correctly surmised she had been doing with Peter what he and the other two had been doing with Robin. Unlike Peter, it never occurred to him to try and keep his hands off his sister once they returned home. She had a cunt like all the other females in the world, only hers was so available. So he intended availing himself of it.
Along with Chuck and Robin, he dressed. Both Greg and Stacey had found one another and were long gone.
"Where were you and Pete?" Robin asked, pulling on her halter after slipping into her shorts.
"Near the bottles," Nan replied.
"Hey," Robin said, "speaking of bottles, I looked into a curio shop this afternoon. They're getting twenty-five dollars apiece for those bottles. Not only that, they're selling smooth rocks, just rocks, calling them pet rocks, and getting five dollars each for them. Can you imagine that?"
"Five bucks for a rock?" Peter broke in. "Hey yeah, I remember passing that shop. Those rocks sell like crazy. People are buyin' 'em like mad."
"And that cheapo whose cabin is next to ours is offering us a big fat quarter for each rock and each bottle we bring him. Heck! The Chianti bottles alone would be worth a small fortune to him," Nan was saying. "We could make ourselves a small fortune too, if he paid us at least five dollars a bottle and a dollar for each rock."
"Why should he pay five dollars for each bottle?" Mike asked. "He can go to any wine store and buy a bottle of Chianti, with the wine still in the bottle, for less."
"Not these kind of bottles," Chuck said, taking one from a nearby garbage bag. "These are big bottles. Filled with wine they go for eight ninety five. That creep should be more than willing to pay five dollars apiece for them. Heck! There's a new bag loaded with 'em down there. Must be close to forty bottles in them. And they're thick. They won't break easily, so most of the bottles are still whole."
"Say there are thirty unbroken bottles there. At five dollars apiece we could get a hundred and fifty dollars for them. And then," Robin went on, "I know of a gravel pit not far from where we could easily find hundreds of smooth stones the right size. Why heck, we could each of us earn at least two or three hundred dollars this summer."
"There's one minor problem," Nan pointed out.
"What?" the others asked.
"Who can we .find willing to pay us this kind of money?"
"Why shouldn't we squeeze it out of that Mr. Irving?" Robin asked.
"Could that be Murray Irving?" Chuck asked.
"Yes," Robin nodded. "Do you know him?"
"He lives in my neighborhood," Chuck said. "The laziest bastard on two feet. "D'you know he lives off that woman, Gladys? And she's jealous as all hell. Mind, she isn't above fooling around, herself. I've seen her inviting a couple of guys from my school to her house when Irving's off at the racetrack, throwing her money away."
"So?" Nan asked.
"So that guy Irving is the biggest lecher in the neighborhood. When he knows Gladys is working in her curio shop he goes off and spends her dough on some of the broads who frequent my old man's tavern. I work behind the counter, even if I am under age. Hell! He's my father. Why shouldn't I help him? Anyway, I've seen Irving come in there with more than one chick, usually just over the jailbait age, and from there he goes to the motel next door."
"What're you trying to say?" Michael asked.
"If this guy Irving is as hot as I think," Chuck told them, "he'll make a play for some of the girls around here, once he thinks Gladys is out of the way for a while."
"Hold it!" Pete snapped. "If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, forget it. No sister of mine is gonna go whoring after a letch for a few hundred bucks."
"Peter!" Robin snapped back. "Who I fuck for is my own business, not yours. If you ever try telling mom I'll scratch your eyes out."
"Robin, if you wanna screw because you like a guy, go be my guest. But I don't dig your selling your ass."
"He's right," Michael agreed. "Let's stop kidding ourselves. I don't like the idea of Nan, here, giving her pussy to you guys. But she's doing it because she wants to, and not because she's tryin' to get something outta you or make you pay for it."
"So what do we do?" Chuck asked.
"Mom!" Peter suddenly said.
"What???" the other four echoed.
"Look, this is between us, and no one else. Right?"
"Right!" the others agreed.
"My mom is the greatest looking piece on this whole beach," Peter told them. "When she comes here every Summer, while my pop is working back home, she occasionally picks up a guy in the evening. I mean, my mom is hot, really hot. She can't do without cock too long."
"Peter!" Robin barked. "That's a rotten thing to say about our mother."
"It's the truth," Peter told her. "I've seen her doing it more than once. How many times have I done things to keep you out of the cabin when you tried getting in?"
"But you said you wanted to buy me some ice cream or . . ."
"Yeah, because I knew mom was in there with some guy. Oh she doesn't know I know. But mom is always looking for a free cock."
"Golly!" Robin murmured.
"If we can find a way to introduce mom to this guy Irving, while keeping Gladys away, nature'll take its course."
"But how can we keep this Gladys dame away?" Michael asked.
"That's where the three of us come in," Peter said. "If that dame is as hot for boys as Chuck, here, says, she'd just love to romp with the three of us."
"Where?" Chuck asked.
"That empty cabin," Peter replied.
"That means Robin and I will have to find a way to introduce Mr. Irving to your mother," Nan said.
"That shouldn't be too hard," Peter pointed out. "I mean, if mom happens to have one of these bottles in her cabin, and you girls go tell this Irving about it, he'll want a look at it. When he and mom see one another, bingo!"
"Then what?" Robin asked.
"Then you girls use the small Polaroid camera we have. Afterward, we go to Irving, threaten to show the pictures to the Gladys dame, and he comes across with a fair price for all those bottles and rocks we can find."
"Right now I think we should all go get some sleep," Nan said.
"Great idea," Chuck agreed. "We can meet at the empty cabin tomorrow morning and work out everything."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bernice Kamen had been born in the wrong era. Now in her early forties. She was seeing the kind of morality she had hoped would exist when in her teens. Her husband was of the old school, and had he discovered she occasionally had a cock other than his own, he might well have shot her. But then, her husband, for all his good looks and expertise, wasn't around during the Summer, and Bernice needed a good cock as often as possible. Even during the other ten months of the year, more often than not he came home tired, and when she wanted a little action, he would put her off more times than she would care to remember.
Most of the men she went with were not handsome young lotharios, but men her age or older, simply because she'd found they made the best lovers. At their age, they were more than eager to please, making up in expertness what they lacked in virility.
Here it was, Friday morning, which meant her husband would be coming up later that evening. But it didn't mean she would be laid, because the long drive would tire her husband, and his cock wouldn't be ready until the following morning.
Standing in front of the dresser mirror, she looked herself over, admiring the body beneath the two band aids that passed for decency. Her flesh was tight and elastic, and even though her breasts sagged a little, they held up better than the breasts of many women half her age.
Her children were off by themselves, swimming or exploring the beach. The things they brought back. Like that wine bottle. It was an oversized Chianti bottle, and it did have a certain fascination about it. She'd almost bought one that looked like it at the curio store to decorate her den, at home. Now she had one for nothing, but somehow it didn't have the same feel to it, totally undecorated, and still smelling of the wine.
A knock at the cabin door brought her out of her reverie. She thought about putting on a robe, but rejected the idea. She would be displaying herself on the beach soon enough. So far, she hadn't found any men the right age with whom she might dally. Most of them were not only married, but had their wives with them. Too bad!
Opening the door, she suddenly found herself confronted with exactly the kind of man she wanted. He was slightly older than she, handsome enough, with a large paunch. He was wearing a white terrycloth robe, and he smiled, displaying his white teeth.
"Mrs. Kamen?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Mrs. Kamen, my name is Murray Irving. A friend of your daughter stopped by my cabin earlier this morning and told me your daughter had brought home a bottle."
"Mr. Irving, this is not a bar or a saloon. Besides, the bottle is empty."
"I know, I know," he nodded. "But I buy them. I help run a curio store, and I'm always on the lookout for things like these."
"Would you like to see it?" Bernice asked, her heart starting to pound.
There was something extremely sexy about the man in spite of his paunch. Lord! She would love a roll in the hay with him.
She invited him into the cabin and showed him the bottle. And while he was looking at it, she poured some Courvoiseur into two glasses, chilling the glasses by sitting them in some ice cubes she took from the small refrigerator. But she refused to dilute the liquor by putting ice cubes in the glass.
The moment Murray Irving cast eyes on the marvelous body of Bernice Kamen, he knew he wanted it. But he wasn't sure how to get it. Yet now she was playing up to him, and who was he to turn her down? Gladys would never think to look for him in this cabin. Besides, Gladys wasn't around. She had gone shopping earlier that morning, though he had no idea why she needed to do any shopping. Gladys was not a typical tourist who bought everything in sight.
The heck with Gladys right now. For the moment, his interest was taken up by this luscious strawberry blonde.
One drink led to another, and then to a third. Before he realized it, she was smiling at him, moving closer to him on the sofa, and suddenly she was in his arms, staring into his face with half-closed eyes. Bernice felt him lean down and kiss her, and she responded by returning the kiss, surprising him. She was half drunk. She knew it. He knew it. And she knew he knew it. She wanted him to take advantage of her. It wouldn't seem ladylike for her to have to make the moves.
She felt him sucking hungrily on her tongue as she thrilled to his pulling her body against his. The kiss was held for a long time, and Bernice could feel her blood pounding in her temples. She realized he was trying to make her loosen up without being too forward. She smiled to herself. If he knew what was going on in her mind, he would already be out of his clothes.
His hands were around her, and she could feel his fingers undoing the catch on her bikini top. She could see he was waiting for some kind of protests, yet she could also see he was determined to go on.
What neither of them saw was Robin, who had sneaked into her room through a window, now pointing a camera at them. They were bathed in sunlight on the sofa, and after Robin took the first photo, she saw how well it came out.
Bernice knew he wanted to undress her, to remove her bikini bottom, as well. She giggled when she felt his hands reach down and pull at the single bow holding the bottom in place.
He held her away from him, and she knew he was taking the opportunity to look at her body again. And she could see the light in his eyes as he looked. She could see the anxiety in his face as he stared at her rich, ripe, pink nipples. He leaned forward and sucked the left one into his mouth. His tongue whipped across the flattened bud, making blood surge into it, causing it to lengthen and turn red.
"Ummmmm," she sighed, letting the urgency in her voice hurry him on.
She liked the way his mouth worked. He wasn't one of those biters who thought a woman loved having teeth sink into her nipples. She liked the way his tongue lazily drifted over the hardened flesh. As he continued caressing her and kissing her, warm, sensual waves of pleasure flooded through her. At one point she thought she was falling, and suddenly realized he had picked her up in his arms and was carrying her into the master bedroom. He didn't bother kicking the door shut, which made Robin glad.
Bernice didn't know whether to put on some mild show of resistance, if only to look good, or not. But the demanding urges in her body so fired her, she didn't have the strength to fight him. His flaming, lust-arousing lips and tongue remained sutured to her thrilled nipple. She could feel his lips pulling and sucking on the nipple, making it harder as he gently set her down on the double bed.
"Nice," she whispered, letting her fingers trail seductively over his smooth-shaven cheek.
The liquor had really inflamed her, and she was certain he was no less aroused because of it. Usually she made some show of mild resistance, but the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream made such ideas seem very distant. She simply lay back on the bed, prepared to luxuriate in everything he did.
Irving could hardly believe how fortunate he was. This was one helluva piece, and here she was responding to him as if he were Don Juan, himself. He couldn't quite figure it out, but he'd be damned if he'd turn away from something like this. Hell! She was even sexier than her daughter. His mouth remained locked on the silken mound of her taut breast.
Sucking at the aroused breast-point, he stroked her other nipple with the palm of his hand. Bernice could feel the nipple become firm and rubbery, like the one in his mouth. She sighed as his hand came away from her breast and slid down the flat of her belly into the softness of her red pubic hair. She was a real redhead, and proud of it.
She felt a finger slide slowly into the intimate narrowness of the crevice between her plump pussy-lips, and then said finger, like an advance scout, worked its way into the tender, juicy interior, feeling the softness of her inner liquid flesh until he made contact with the swelling bead of her clitoris.
"Ummmmm," she softly sighed, sucking her breath in as she felt flaming sensations from the heat of her belly chase through the rest of her body. There was no confusion in the pleasure she felt, and she totally relaxed. She allowed him to continue to provoke her erotic senses, and enjoyed every little bit of it.
Each time his finger stirred itself around inside her, it was as if electricity was being made. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her sensually-delighted flesh, and she spread her long, pillars of white legs wider apart, giving him better access to her interior. She thrilled to his manual digit, concentrating solely on what it was doing to her. His thumb was now rubbing her shuddering clitoris as his finger pressed all the more deeply into her. Hot moisture covered his finger and came seeping out onto her thighs and pelvis as he continued stroking the finger in and out. Her shiny red pubic hair seemed to glisten like golden flame with the drops of her moisture beaded on the soft strands. God! She was wet. She was really wet.
Irving thought of a million things he would like to do, but he knew there wasn't time. This first time would have to be something relatively straight. Just gazing at the enticing shape of her delectable body made his cock press all the harder against the swim trunks he was wearing under his robe. God! It was pressing into the material with such hardness, aching to be free, he was afraid he might tear a hole in the trunks. Yet, in spite of the mounting pressure building in his balls, he knew he couldn't hurry things too quickly. He had to wait for just the right moment. He wanted the women all but screaming for it. God! If things worked out with her this time, the next time he'd given her the honor of sucking his balls. Christ! Wouldn't it be terrific to feel her soft, warm lips closing around his throbbing cock.
The thought made him move a little faster, and Bernice could feel his ardent thumb, palpating her clitoris, making it swell and enlarge, causing it to grow and part the soft lips of her sticky pussy. She was humping her hips upward, as if urging his inserted middle finger to move even faster.
"Uhhhh . . . uhh . . . uhhh . . .uhh . . ." she gasped, rotating her soft, curving loins against the pressure of his finger.
His thumb rubbed all the harder, then she felt a second finger, his index finger, join the other one in the heated depths of her creaming cunt. He drove the two digits deeper and deeper, pushing until his palm was pressed flat against the quivering pout of her hairy pelvis while his thumb continued rubbing her clitoris. Bernice began grinding her body even more quickly in wild, sensual rhythm of self-indulgent gratification. She felt him continuing to suck on her nipple as his hand moved all the more quickly in her sopping cunt. She felt he was a man who at least knew how to do things. The pressure of his fingers seemed to be guiding her eroticism. She hoped he wouldn't wait too much longer. She could hardly wait to have him screw into her. The gnawing prurience in her was inflaming her all the more.
Unlike most women, Bernice never looked at a man's penis. She didn't care how long or how short a phallus was, nor how thick or thin. Unless the man was some kind of freak, he would be built adequately, and he'd be able to do the job. Her inner cunt was extremely elastic, and even now, as his two fingers worked their way through, they were doing so with difficulty. But now she was hoping he would pull his thing out and shove it into her. God! She could take just so much pressure.
New men, not matter how good or bad, were always a treat to Bernice. She was tasting forbidden fruit, committing adultery, and somehow or other enjoying the fact all the more because it was wrong.
When his mouth finally released her breast, she was certain he was ready to fuck into her. She prepared herself mentally for the onslaught. Her body seem to be suggestively responding to whatever his mouth and fingers did, and she was enjoying him as she hadn't enjoyed a man for a long time.
She felt his tongue slide along her belly, and it made her quiver with untold delights. He licked into her navel, and she shuddered. Her flesh felt like velvet against the wetness of his tongue, and she writhed, insane for him to continue.
Sighing, she felt his tongue lick farther into her navel before coming out and gently lapping at the soft curve of her belly. He parted her legs, revealing the beautiful, hair-fringed slit into which his fingers were moving. Her buttocks were wildly bouncing on the bed, and when he slowly pulled his fingers from inside her seething cunt, she was certain the moment to be fucked was at hand. When his palms spread her silken thighs, she was more than willing to part them, but was not quite prepared to feel his heated mouth come slavering down on her shuddering pussy. Tremendous orgiastic thrills ran rampant through her as the unexpected sensation drove her even wilder.
God, she thought. What a master. What a mouthing master.
She trembled with a thousand delights as he licked all around the outer lips, then wild, wicked chills filled her as he suddenly pumped the tongue straight into her delicious honey-pot. It moved in and out, then slurped at her shivering clit, making her almost snap her thighs shut. It took every ounce of willpower to keep them wide apart. His hot breath burned into her as his tongue caressed the wet, carmine flesh of her blood-filled mucous membranes. Her position was one which gave his hungry mouth total access to her dripping snatch, and he worked his tongue in and out, driving her mad. Liquid secretions came pulsing out of her, splashing against his face. She had experienced a minor orgasm, only whetting her appetite for more.
"Fuck me!" Bernice finally gasped out, unable to take the pressure any longer. "Fuck me hard!"
Jumping to his feet, Irving tore off his robe and his trunks. He kicked off his sandals, then suddenly reached down and gripped her waist, flipping her over on her belly. He brought her up into a kneeling position, letting her head fall on the pillow in front of her.
Dog-style? Well why not? Bernice thought. She hadn't had it that way in quite a while. The fiery sensation quivering in her belly insisted she take it any way she could get it. Her sensuously aroused body was making her beg.
"Mmmmm-okay," Irving murmured, "like the little puppies do it. Right?"
She felt him forcing her thighs wider and wider apart, giving him complete access to her shivering pussy. It had been a while since he'd looked at any woman this way, and he'd forgotten just how arousing the sight of an asshole could be when viewed in conjunction with a cunt. Those gorgeous, rounded tan buns looked more licentiously delicious than ever. God! There was nothing like having a woman bent helplessly before him. It made him feel like some sort of king.
He ran his hand smoothly down her back and across her buttocks. Then his fingers wandered around front and gripped her dangling breast, squeezing the nipple as one might squeeze a royal purple grape. He tweaked it hard, and it made his twitching cock tremble. Then his hand returned to her buttocks.
Bernice felt the chilling thrill of his thumbs in the tight, sloping crevice between her buttocks, parting the full white mounds. She knew he was staring at her puckered orifice, a crinkled brown bud, puckered and inviting. She could feel his excitement as he rammed his hips forward and pressed his bulbous cock-head between the whiteness of her soft, inner thighs.
"You put it in," she heard him whisper. "Grab my cock and put it in your cunt."
His hot, passionate words increased her need for his phallus, arousing her even more.
Bernice wanted to shout her pleasure to the world, but didn't dare. She didn't shout when her husband made love to her, so she didn't dare when she was with a stranger. God! He was treating her like some kind of bawd and she loved it. His words made her flesh crawl with lascivious deliciousness, continually renewing the passion she felt running its exciting way through her body.
Reaching under her body, between her thighs, she groped for a moment, then found the round, hard bole of his phallus pressing between her soft thighs. Her fingers tightened around it. This was the first time she had touched this particular cock, and it aroused her even more. Size and shape were vague things to her, but heat and pulsations were things to which she was extremely oversensitive. The throbbing in the phallus was like the heat of his heart, and she thought the pulsations were sending the hot blood coursing through his body. She could feel the wet, sticky tip, moistened from his outpouring lubricant.
This was something she was going to enjoy. How deliciously lewd to be bent over his way, feeling his throbbing, trembling rod causing her inner pussy to shiver with anticipation. And when she pressed the hot knob against her anxious vaginal labia, she gasped. The pressure of his fingers squeezing her round asscheeks reminded her he was as anxious as she.
"Thatta girl," he encouraged. "Keep pulling it forward until it goes in."
He was aroused by her body, all right. Not that Bernice had ever had any doubts, but it was reassuring to hear a man gasp with his want for her. From the way his cock seemed to be throbbing it appeared he was having a hard time keeping himself from ejaculating prematurely. That was one thing Bernice didn't want. The probing touch of her fingers on his shivering cock seemed almost too much for the man. He arched his hips forward in an attempt to speed up his entry into her.
"Hurry!" he gasped, crushing her soft, pliant asscheeks between his fingers, digging until the creamy tanned flesh had deep white imprints.
Bernice wanted to cy and shriek with joy at the same time, and only her willpower held her back. God! God! God! She wanted that hard cock probing into her vitals, shoved in to its full length.
Rotating her ass a little, she shifted her position a bit. But her fingers now placed the hard, elastic purple tip against the soft, hair-encircled lips of her sopping vaginal orifice, and she worked it like a pry-bar to part the soft gates of her passionately-aroused pussy. When she had the thick point pressing against the tight vertical mouth, she inhaled sharply, then began pulling him forward, feeling him slowly start to spear into her sodden snatch.
"Ooooooh," she sighed as the blood-filled lance sank into her ready pussy like a molten ramrod. She held it tightly, wanting it to move slowly so she could savor every last little bit of it, and for a moment he seemed to relax when only halfway in. She could feel the solid knob of his seething cock putting pressure on the vaginal walls of her crushing quim. Neither of them had expected him to slide in so brutally, and her vaginal tightening had been an automatic response. The sensations she caused to shoot through his hard cock by tightening only made him more anxious to push into her. He wanted the full length of his phallic probe enveloped by the luscious surroundings of her sweet pussy.
Bernice felt his hands grip her hips tightly, and then her hand came away as he rode his hard cock further into her steaming pussy. Her liquidly-gripping vagina resisted the move of his throbbing penis, but it forced its way forward, spreading the silken walls of her tight tunnel like a drill-bit moving through soft loam.
"Oooooh . . . uhhhhhuuuu . . . ahhhhhhh!" she gasped, as if she'd practiced sighing and moaning like this all her life. And all the while she felt him driving wonderfully deeper into her widened cavern.
Irving had no idea what had taken hold of him. He was not usually this out-of-control with a woman, but the pressure in his throbbing testicles had become unbearable. There was nothing for him to do other than bury the full length of his hot and heavy meat all the way into her tight twat, as far as it could go. At one point he tried controlling himself, even attempting to change the angle of his thrust a little, but there was no way he could stop himself. He was frightened he would end up shooting it all into her before he hit bottom.
Bernice could feel the way his aching cock throbbed and pulsed inside her as her pussywalls clenched themselves around it. She felt his balls come slamming up against her clitoris as he drove the rest of the way into her tight, compressing pussy. Her cunt had such a tight hold on him, she feared he might actually tear her membranes until his hairy pelvis came into sudden contact with the smooth, soft, rounded tan flesh of her delicious buttocks.
The force of his thrust actually lifted her knees off the bed for an instant, and she gasped out her thrilling enjoyment of it all. The gasp overpowered the slushy sound of his slamming into her cushioning asscheeks as her face was driven into the pillow. She could feel the smooth, elastic head of his solid cock touching her womb, and with it all the way in, he remained still for a moment, as if accomplishing his first objective entitled him to a rest.
A few eternally-long seconds passed, then Bernice felt him flex his stiff prong, pull back a few inches, then once again lurch all the way into her.
"Ooooommmmmmphhhhhhh!" she grunted, feeling the brillo-like scrubbiness of his pelvis digging into the spread cheeks of her ass. His sperm-filled nuts swung up between her thighs like counterweights, slamming against her clitoris, making her leap with delight.
Now she felt him starting to stroke regularly into her, moving through the tight grip of her vaginal waterway, the long solid thrusts ramming all the more meaningfully into her. She felt the elastic hardness of his prick-point press more insistently against her cervix, and little by little the entrance to her womb began widening, as if preparing to accept the hardness of his cock, inside. It would have, too, but she had remembered to put on her diaphragm, and the rubbery barrier blocked his penis from making further inroads.
Irving stared down at the woman's delightful, bent-over body. He loved watching the way her sensuous white buttocks moved in rhythm to his driving pole. God! This was the most delightfully sensuous woman he had ever encountered. It made the roiling sperm, bubbling in his balls, boil all the faster.
Bernice loved the penetration. It had been so long since she'd been fucked this way, she had forgotten just how much fun it could be. Her husband wasn't much for pussy-eating, either, which was another reason why she had gone philandering. How wonderful to be used in this manner. She hoped he could somehow or other control his balls long enough for her to come. His phallus was rubbing hard against her upper vaginal wall, and if it rubbed there long enough and hard enough, she would come. And if her climax would equal his pre-climactic treatment of her, it would be one helluva climax.
She knew she was right about choosing middle-aged men. Maybe he only had enough for one blow-off, but if he contained himself long enough for her to come, it would be a granddaddy of all climaxes. Older men made the best lovers, especially for women like herself. Most women her age preferred young, teenage boys, or lovers in their twenties. These were males without too much experience, and because of it, their ability to do things to a women was limited. But here was a man who had enjoyed his share of women, and had made them enjoy him, as well. One good climax from him was worth a dozen puny efforts from some teenage smart-ass.
She felt him diligently driving into her tightly-gripping cunt, his overpowering desires completely taking control of his willpower. It was plain he didn't intend settling for a partially-satisfying hump. It was an all-or-nothing effort on his part. He wanted to make her squeal and screech and beg for him to shoot his creamy load into her until her own orgasm all but blew her up. She felt his fingers dig into the soft resilience of her fleshy hips as he pounded his throbbing penis far up into her sweet, absorbing snatch. Her vulva was like a tube of tight elastic around his thrusting penis as he shoved it deep inside her belly. He could feel her inner flesh rolling in with each forward thrust. His semen-filled testicles continued wildly swinging against her clitoris, agitating it, being wet down by the delicious pink folds of her moist, vaginal flesh.
Each time his hard phallus retreated, sliding out of her deep well of passionate arousal, he pulled back until only his throbbing penis head remained locked between her inner lips. He would hold it there for the minutest fraction of a second, letting her feel the coronal edge against her seething flesh, and then he would drive between the slick, oil-coated walls of her burning, tingling pussy again. He whacked his thighs into the luscious roundness of her wonderful ass with maddening lust, and Bernice felt her pendulous tits quiver as if filled with gelatin.
And all the while Robin was snapping picture after picture. She had used two rolls of film and was already working on her third. The already-developed pictures, coated with fixing substance by Nan, who was sitting next to her, were spread out on the bedroom floor. There were eighteen pictures, anyone of which would have been enough.
"Yes, yes, yes," Bernice gasped.
Diaphragm or no, Bernice thought the massive penis would soon drive right into her throat he was pounding it into her with such verve. Her swollen breasts kept moving back and forth from the impact, her nipples rubbing against the covers beneath, heightening her wild sensations. Her small, throbbing clit was a button of pure fire, surrounded by the wetness of her tight cuntlips. Each time his balls hammered against it, it seemed to come out rather than be nailed in, and the mad thrills burned through her nerve-endings lining the walls of her sweet, tight cunt. Thrills coursed through her, making her vibrantly alive as the mighty, swollen phallus continued driving maddeningly in and out of her. It was an overpowering, wonderful monster needing the heat and wetness of her sucking pussy to soothe it. It would settle for nothing less. God! How wonderfully exhilarating.
With her head pressed into the pillow, she looked back between her dangling breasts to see how deliriously he was driving his hard flesh staff into the tightness of her creaming cunt. She loved to watch it when it withdrew, its shank coated with the slippery, oily secretions coming from inside her. And when it plunged back in, it was the well-oiled piston it resembled, totally filling her tight, aroused cunt.
The steel-wool quality of his pubic hair was rubbing into the crevice of her buttocks, right up against her tight asshole, ramming in lusty sensations of heavy desire that traveled all the way through the rest of her aroused body. Her tight, crushing cunt felt as if the driving pole inside was actually pulling it apart with its long, hard thrusts.
Feeling her pussy squeeze his lancing prong all the more tightly, Irving knew he was getting to the woman. He had to concentrate hard to prevent himself from shooting too quickly. She was one helluva female, and deserved her orgasm as surely as he was going to have his. Yet he wanted to hear her beg for it.
One of the reasons why Irving had never married was, he considered women inferior. They were good enough for him to live on, though he considered himself in no way a parasite for doing so. Yet not one of them was good enough to be called Mrs. Murray Irving. He had been living with Gladys for nine years now, and to all intents and purposes she was his common-law wife. He had nothing of real value, so if he died before Gladys, she really wouldn't get very much. If she died before him, he was entitled to everything she owned. And he figured she had an estate worth about seventy five thousand dollars.
His eyes returned to stare at the revolving asscheeks of the woman bent before him, watching the way they moved in wanton response to the way he was plunging into her. When he pulled his cock back and didn't plunge it forward immediately, he watched her screw her ass back so her tight cunt could swallow his cock all over again.
Bernice felt as if her ass had life of its own. She could feel her buttock muscles flexing each time he pulled back, preparing for his inward onslaught, sucking his swollen dork into her. She thrilled to feel his hands rub the tanned moons of her buttocks, never realizing how sensitive her flesh back there really was.
She felt him spreading her asscheeks apart, and then a new chill shot through her as he slowly screwed a forefinger into the tightness of her buttocks. Little by little she felt the finger working into her hairless hole, going deeper and deeper. New waves of prurience swept through her. Yes, she had found herself an expert lover, all right.
She grunted against his finger as he shoved it further and further into her, and she screwed her asscheeks back lewdly against said finger, thrilling to the continued pounding of his thick, hard cock in her tight vagina. She wanted to absorb more and more of his thick prick into her, and that damn diaphragm, that necessary barrier, kept her from feeling it. And now the finger in her ass, pressing against his cock, with only a thin wall of membranous flesh between them, made her almost ready to erupt then and there.
Bernice's husband had never played with her anus. And very few of her other lovers had shown any desire to touch it. Those who had, did it lackadaisically. But this man showed a genuine joy in doing it, and as he rammed the finger up there, she began feeling sensations she'd never before known. She was accelerating toward the unknown, but it would shortly become known, and what she would know would be sheer ecstasy. She found herself babbling wildly, "Fuck me, fuck, fuck me, do it, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass . . . yes, fuck . . . fuck ... fuck . . ."
It was more than Irving could take. He had never seen a woman behave so licentiously, and it thrilled him more than any time he'd had, before. The lewd words coming from Bernice's mouth were stimulating whips to him. He had never felt such raw sensuality in all his life. He wanted to hold his climax back a little longer, but he knew it was all beyond his control. The only way to not come, would be to withdraw. Not only would that kill the feeling for him, but he had no doubt it would deaden everything in her, so he had to leave it in there and keep pumping. His ballooning balls, swelling all the more with the maddening urge to release their contents, began tightening and pulling up into his body, no longer slapping against her clit. Bubbling seed began its mad, headlong dash through his phallus as the head of his swollen cock began pulsating as never before. He was driving into her as far as he could go, and then his flaming come exploded like a cannon shell from the swollen purple tip. Irving found himself totally lost in the wild, maddening sensations of his thrilling orgasm as he fired his gun repeatedly into the nave of her succulent pussy.
"Son of a bitch!" Bernice exclaimed, feeling his heated flood fill her channel just before she was ready to come.
She felt Irving leaning forward, pressing his mouth into her back as he pulled his finger from her rectum to hold her body against his.
"Uuuuuuummmmmmppppphhhhh!" he gasped against her flesh, huffing and puffing for air a moment later.
Bernice desperately thrust her hips back against his shooting cock. If she didn't come in less than five seconds, his cock would shrivel and she would never come. She rammed her ass back harder and harder, and then she felt heated attainment blast through her own body.
She jammed the pillow into her mouth just before screaming "Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhffff!"
And then she collapsed on the bed with Irving right on top of her.
"Let's go," Robin whispered to Nan.
CHAPTER NINE
The two girls hurried over to the cabin where they knew Chuck, Peter, and Michael were keeping Gladys, the blonde, busy. They quietly climbed in the living room window, and tiptoed to the doorway.
Gladys was re-enacting the scene Robin had done on the beach the previous night. She had her cunt settled on Peter's cock, and Peter lay beneath her. Michael, as usual, was doing the ass-fucking, and Chuck had his dingus stuffed all the way down her throat, and he was enjoying every little bit of it. He humped madly, slamming his pelvis into her nose as Michael pumped her ass, driving her cunt onto Peter's prick. They looked like they'd been at it for quite some time. All four bodies had broken out heavily in perspiration. The sweat washed all over them, and except for Gladys they were all gasping. And the only reason Gladys wasn't gasping was, she had her mouth stuffed full of hot cock.
She was already in the throes of her orgasm, tightening her lips around Chuck's meat, squealing as best she could considering how stuffed her mouth was, bucking madly, churning and spiraling her body up and down.
"Here it comes," Chuck shouted, and his body stiffened.
The girls watched the blond woman suck strongly, but Chuck was firing such heavy quantities of gism the fluid came sweeping out the sides of her mouth, running down her jowls onto her chin and neck.
And then Michael was tightening, slamming his body forward hard and fast, pumping madly into her tight asshole. He seemed to be moving more quickly than the other two boys. Perhaps Irving used her asshole a lot more than even Gladys might care to admit. Even so, Michael seemed to be enjoying it. He humped forward hard, gripping her asscheeks tightly, and he remained strained against her buttocks, shooting his entire load into her squeezing ass.
Even as he continued shooting, gasping rather than shouting, Peter took a tight hold on her hips and yanked her down, screaming a loud, "Yeeeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrrggggnhnhh!" and began violently humping into her, shooting his own wad of gooey semen.
The blond woman collapsed on top of him after that, just as Irving had sprawled all over Bernice after finishing his load. Gladys' tight asshole seemed to get tighter, and now that Michael was finished and wanted to pull out, he couldn't. He was tugged down with her. Both of them were crushing against Peter.
"You young guys are really something," Gladys mumbled. "It's been a little while since I've enjoyed a humping this good. Christ! Three at once."
Michael finally pulled out of her as Chuck began dressing. She got to her feet and started dressing, herself, saying, "We'll have to get together again. Only the next time we'll spend more time together, and the three of you can rotate using all three of my holes."
"Great idea," Peter gasped, himself sitting up on the bed.
He staggered off the bed, got his own clothing, and dressed, but it was plain he was the weakest of the three boys at that moment. "Gotta go," Gladys told them. Nan and Robin stepped into the kitchenette. They were sorry the room had been so dark. Otherwise they would have snapped a couple of photos of the boys in action, as well.
Gladys had to be helped out the window. She wasn't accustomed to climbing in and out that way. But once she was gone, the girls appeared and showed the boys the pictures they'd gotten of Robin's and Peter's mother with Murray Irving.
"We tear these up as soon as we convince Irving to pay us properly for those bottles," Peter said.
"We do better than that," Robin answered. "We give each picture to Irving, one at a time, and watch him burn them each time we bring him a load of bottles."
"That makes sense," Chuck agreed.
That afternoon, the five of them, with a large sack filled with bottles, and another sack filled with rocks, knocked on Murray Irving's cabin door. He was surprised to see them, but when he saw the sacks they were carrying, he invited them in.
"Gladys isn't in at the moment," he announced, shutting the door.
Less than ten minutes later, the door opened again. The smell of burning paper came from inside as the five kids came out with smiles on their faces and two hundred dollars in cash. This was divided up among the five of them as they decided to go into town and see what they could find that might be of interest to them.
"Hey," Chuck asked, as they stood at the bus-stop, waiting, "how many more of those pictures d'you have?"
"Nineteen," Robin answered, smiling. "And the others are all safely hidden away where only I can get to them."
"We keep bringing stuff to him like this nineteen more times, and we're all gonna be rich."
"What's so bad about being rich?" Peter asked.
"Not a thing," Michael replied, watching Peter take a firm hold on Nan's ass while Chuck caressed Robin's.
What the heck, he thought. Next year I'll be big enough to get my own ass. And I'll have all Winter long to practice on Nan's.
