One of the predominant, timeless fantasies of most men is the "harem" situation, and it can be a doubly powerful fantasy if it involves the added filip of dangerous liaison with underaged girls. This is the fictionalized treatment of just that type of situation, in which one of our protagonists, Jack, becomes involved with his new wife's two darling daughters by a previous marriage. They are young, those girls, just budding, and the lure of their incipiently sexual innocence, coupled with the imminent danger of playing intrafamily games, prove too much for our poor newly wed. It may seem farfetched to assume an average-and Jack is indeed average-American male is capable of keeping up with the demands of a for-years unsatisfied, sexually active and mature woman plus her two newly awakening precocious daughters, but taking into the account the only natural aphrodisiac: the promise of sex and variety and forbiddenness, it all becomes more plausible and believable that suburban Jack can, indeed, handle the heavy, delightful workload of satisfying three eager females....
This is not to say that this novel speaks for or advocates sexual license with regard to incest and pedophillia; it merely attempts to offer insight into this powerfully interesting (to many) gray area of human sexual activity. The characters, though fictional, could, in fact, live right next door!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"I know that you weren't too crazy about getting married, Jack, but it's better for the girls. Don't worry. I'm not going to change from a filthy-minded nymph into a dull middle-class housewife just because I have this ring on my finger," Geraldine said.
She intended to keep her word right down the line. The wily woman knew he had been taken once with that routine and he wasn't about to let his second wife get away with the same sort of shit.
She had insisted on marriage for the sake of appearance to her two young daughters, at least when they were close enough to pick up the kind of stuff she felt a young girl should not know. But that was as far as the respectability went.
They were celebrating their honeymoon in a hotel which was famous for its sensual appointments, and Geraldine wouldn't have been surprised if they were the only legitimately married couple in the whole frigging place. She wanted her marriage to keep going at the same high peak of uninhibited sexuality as their affair had been, and she figured screwing until they dropped was the best way to begin.
Every item in the room was designed for fucking, from the thick white area rug to the round bed surrounded on all sides and above with mirrors.
The soft glow of colored lights made even the atmosphere in the room seem lurid.
"Do you know how much I want you?"
Geraldine said as she moved closer to her husband.
Her coral-rouged nipples, which were bared through the center holes of her black lace bra, were grazing against his naked, hairy chest.
Her panties were of the same sheer black fabric and the slit that ran from above her cunt all the way back to the crack in her ass showed a good thatch of dusty blond fur. That was the sum total of her attire, except for the black slippers with such high heels she nearly teetered as she walked.
Even the scent of her was so highly erotic that Jack's cock was crimson with blood, stiff and aching to be free of its cloth confines. Finding no more room to grow in the crotch of his pants, it swelled down his thigh and Geraldine's eyes bugged out when she stared down at the ready condition of his lovestick.
Geraldine was big on the milder forms of women's lib, but it didn't have any place in the sack as far as she was concerned. She was an honest to God cock lover and didn't give a shit who knew it.
"Now that is one beautiful sight," she commented. "Nothing like a stiff dick to keep a girl happy."
She reached down and brushed her palm across his throbbing hard-on, feeling the intense heat of it searing through her skin.
"Now that is one beautiful hard-on," she commented and pressed down harder with her hand.
"That's all I hadda hear, baby," he said. "Now I'm gonna screw you up, down and sideways and keep on going until I hear you holler uncle."
"In that case, I'll never use that word again," she laughed and took a quick tug at his balls.
Geraldine walked quickly to the big round bed and turned back the red satin top sheet to the very end because covers were one thing they didn't have any use for. Then she climbed on and pulled her knees up and apart, revealing the red of her cunt -lined with all that blonde fur sticking plumply upwards from the slit in her panties.
Teasingly, she began to tickle her clit knowing how much it made Jack's mouth water to be nibbling down there. Jack's face was wearing his "cooler than thou" attitude, and he leaned back leisurely at the head of the bed, just close enough to take a quick pink at her protruding nipple and make it grow as her pleasure did.
Jack leaned down for a searing soul-kiss and she took him quickly by the waist, spreading her legs even wider and pulling him down on top on her hungry body. Geraldine tore at his clothes before he had a chance for buttons and zippers. They were tossed in a crumpled heap on the floor, and Jack dropped his groin hard against hers.
He would not allow her to get out of the whorish outfit she was wearing. They both knew this was what he wanted her to be in the dark, private world of their sensual pleasure. He was still grinding his hips down to fucking position on her body and already his cock was oozing large droplets of man-juice all over Geraldine's belly.
"Oh, fuck me will you!!! she shouted, beating her fists all over his back.
Geraldine threw her legs straight up in the air, kicking the slippers off in the process and watched the reflection of her legs, soles sliding up and down along the inside of her thighs until they met the cheeks of Jack's ass.
He put both hands to her tits as he pushed his cockhead into place and suddenly pinched both of them as hard as he could, causing Geraldine to shriek. But it was a shriek of happiness and not one of pain.
While her mouth was open and she was clawing his back with her sharp fingernails, Jack pushed hard against his cock and it slipped slowly and tantalizingly home. Halfway in he pinched the nipples again, this time so he would be able to feel the hardening like tough leather and the way the coral halo around them darkened as they contracted.
"I love that. Hurt me more," she moaned.
Her zest for pain was something Jack could never quite get over. In bed she was constantly full of surprises, making each fuck with her as exciting as the first. Would that change now they were married?
No longer able to contain herself, Geraldine reached down between their two bodies and closed her hand around the root of his cock so she could push the remainder of it into her greedy twat. She wanted every bit of it filling her to capacity.
As soon as she felt the security of his balls slapping against her ass she began to wriggle and writhe, screwing her hips around in every possible direction so she could feel his hot meat hitting against the sensitive ridges that lines the walls of her cunt.
Jack dropped his head between her heaving tits so his mouth could wander at will from one of her living, sharp points to the other, biting them until the top row of his teeth nearly met the lower one.
With Geraldine fighting him every inch of the way he pulled back on his cock until only the tip remained. Suspended for just a few seconds, he was able to torture her a little before he slammed back down and into her with all his might.
"That's the way I like it. Good and hard!" she exclaimed as she humped her hips savagely upward.
Again he lifted himself and smashed down into her, looking sideways into the mirror as he went down so he could see how cruelly stretched her hole became as his throbbing battering ram filled her to the hilt. He tried to pull himself back and hold it again, but Geraldine would not allow it.
"Ohhh, Jack I need it! I need it!" she screamed as she pounded the small of his back with her heels.
He couldn't ram her again fast enough as far as she was concerned so she pushed him into herself with her heels digging into his ass.
"Uhhhh," she groaned as her cunt slipped tightly around his thudding cock. "Uhhhh, Uhhhmmmmmmore!!"
Her moans and groans of rapidly rising pleasure were the greatest possible inspiration to him and he found strength he never knew he had. Strength to slam the hot-blooded woman until her thigh muscles ached and he was able to knock the wind right out of her lungs every time he crashed down into her.
She raised her crossed legs higher over his back until her hips were lifted clean off the bed, and now she could swear his cock was banging the back of her cervix, the next thrust probably hitting the back of her spine.
Once again Geraldine was making him feel like the superstud of all time and he was making her feel like a sex goddess of ancient Greece whose very existence was to revel in the pleasures of the flesh.
"My ass, my ass!" she suddenly screamed and Jack knew just what to do.
Lifting her bodily until he could slide her legs around the back of his neck, he reached under and found the groove between the cheek of her ass with his thumb and forefinger.
Sweat mingled with the first of her cum was dripping steadily down and on to the sheet below. A little of it flowed onto his thumb, but he rubbed it off again, knowing her tiny rectum would feel all that much more when he jammed his thumb straight into it.
"More hurt! More!" she screamed until he jammed his thumb in up to the second knuckle.
Nothing that violent could last very long. With Geraldine's body, except for her head, completely raised off the mattress, Jack slammed into her for one last time.
"Uhh, Uhh, I'MMMM CUMMING!" she screamed and instantly Jack let himself go shooting jetstreams of hot cum into her cunt where it met and mingled with her own.
For long minutes Geraldine and her new husband struggled for breath until Geraldine lashed a wet tongue into his ear and suddenly laughed.
"To think we have a lifetime of this to look forward to," she commented.
"Yes, and I wonder if I'll be watching those two little girls follow in your footsteps."
The words were out so fast he didn't even have time to think about what he was saying. And what could Geraldine think of it anyway. Certainly not anything dirty. Why, they weren't much more than babies!
CHAPTER TWO
Jack fully expected to be the model father when they returned home to the girls. But even before the newly married couple was unpacked, his conscience began to dwindle and his interest in the twins began to soar.
It wasn't very hard to assume the role of a proper parent when he only saw them for a few moments occasionally. But now that he was seeing them running around the house in barely nothing, his minded drifted back to his fantasy of earlier years. Just what would it be like to stick his big fat dick into the sweet, tight cunt of a little girl who was too young to even grow tits or a bush.
So there he stood, watering the lawn with a friggin' hard-on and no place to put it. He was sure the neighbor women were staring at the heavy bulge in his tennis shorts. But what the hell! Let 'em get a good look at the merchandise. They might decide to meet him around back and sample his wares.
Man, oh, man! Did he ever need a hole to crawl into right at that moment! Geraldine was a sensational lay, but never home when he needed her. The only cunt around jut then was juvenile. However, the sexually budding twelve-year old twins were really something to see. All his adult life he had dreamt about taking a fresh, young thing and turning her into a woman with his stiff dick and his widespread sexual skills. But his conscience never allowed him to take it any further.
The twins, though, were so fuckin' innocent, so naive, everything he did for them seemed like fatherly affection and nothing more. Leaning over Patty's body to help her with her homework and rubbing his arm across her almost blossoming chest gave him one hell of a hard-on, but she never even noticed it.
For Pam, who was just a tiny bit ahead of her sister in the tit department, it was a sloppy backhand that needed work. Of course, that took a tight embrace and his dick rubbing back and forth across her tiny round ass as he twisted and turned her body with his arms.
That sweet, dumb thing never knew the difference. She must have felt something hard back there, but never thought of a man's prick. Ah, sweet innocence! Was he ever that naive himself?
They were so tantalizing to him now he could barely keep from grabbing one or the other and dragging her up to the attic. And now they didn't even have tits or body hair. What was going to happen as he watched them blossom into sexy young women and starting making it with boys. Who ever heard of a stepfather being jealous of schoolboys?
Well, maybe whoever made the rules about grown men and young girls never had to watch the hot little display and be "touching close" to it as he did every day of the week. The way they ran around half naked in front of him, as if stepfathers were not men, they were just begging to be fucked whether they realized it or not and Jack was beginning to lose his conscience as well as his self-control.
Just look at Patty go, practicing her swing in the neighbor's yard. Every time her arm went up, her short little tennis skirt went up with it. That round little ass of hers, peeking out from her prissy white panties was just too appetizing to be true, and his hands itched to make a grab for it. Don't look, he told himself, but his eyes strayed back just the same.
So she didn't have the big, juicy jugs her mother sported just yet. Jack was sure she could more than make up for that with her endless wild energy. A guy could have quite a ride on a girl who never stayed still for a second. And that little hole of hers! It would probably fit around his cock like a vise.
Patty was damn pretty too, and so was her sister. Even in their child-like state, a guy didn't need much imagination to see they would develop into sultry beauties, the pair of them. Long necks, long legs and the musical stride of robust health. If they could just hang on to those qualities for a few more years he would have to keep the studs away with a baseball bat ... and speaking of bats, his was so hard it was creeping out of his shorts and would soon be seen in all its naked, raging glory by every neighbor on the block.
Jack could feel his cockhead laying against his hairy thigh now and he turned to the side of the house to make a quick adjustment. Just the touch of his hand to his prick and he almost felt like going ahead and jerking off. All that sweet cunt just a few feet away and he didn't dare dip into either of them.
No point in standing with his face to the wall until his prick went down. It looked like the only thing to make that happen was to empty his balls into a cunt ... anybody's cunt. Ah, those tender young girls ... they were really getting to him. Never in his life had he ever been lucky enough to be the first man into a virgin hole. Didn't a guy deserve to break just one cherry before he died?
A young cunt, probably still hairless. What could be tastier for a man who loved to jam his head between a pair of shapely thighs and munch on pussy pie? To run his tongue around a smooth mound, and then dig into it without swallowing kinky hairs. Now that had to be a stud's form of heaven.
by simply looking at the girls playing in the next yard, he could strip them down in his mind and view them in all their innocent nudity. If they knew what wild thoughts were running through his mind as he watched them bounce around and jiggle those cute little asses, would they move as unrestrained as they were right then? And what would his old lady say if she knew the dreams he had for her sweet little baby girls?
The old bitch would probably have a stroke. Not that it would be altogether bad if she did. It would certainly leave him a clear field with both girls and there was plenty of room for three in that king-sized bed upstairs.
He didn't dare go to first base with them and there he was planning a terrific trio. Oh, wow! Patty was coming over to him now. No way could he continue beating his meat and facing the wall.
"What the shit," he muttered as he pushed his cock up against his belly so his hard-on wouldn't be so noticable. She probably wouldn't even know what one was if it was staring her in the face.
"What did you think of my style, Daddy?" she asked as if she actually was his flesh and blood.
"Not bad at all, especially when you go after those low balls. Get a good view of your cute little ass that way."
"Oh, Daddy! That's not nice," she answered, keeping her innocent smile just the same. "Mommy wouldn't like it if she knew you talked that way to
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he quietly answered, feeling guilty for his raunchy thoughts. "We'll just make it our little secret, okay? Come here and give me a hug."
He winked at the girl then, and she fell happily into his somewhat less than fatherly embrace. He just couldn't help himself. He had both palms on the cheeks of her cute little ass, rubbing them slightly up and down, and the girl failed to notice. But the feel of her soft, young flesh did a hell of a lot for her stepfather.
His cock was on the rise again and there was no way he could hide that fact from the girl now. She felt it hitting against her rib cage, the heat of it almost burning through her white cotton outfit, and she jumped back in confused alarm.
"What's the matter, pet?" he asked when he already knew the answer.
"Oh, nothing. I just felt something kind of funny."
"Really? Where did you feel it?"
"Against your belly, Dad. Something long and hard. It felt a little hot, too. What was it?"
He knew he should be dodging her question, but how?
"It's the thing that makes me a man. Pretty soon it looks like you'll be sprouting the things that will make you a woman. Stand back there and let me see how they're growing, girl," he replied, but was immediately sorry he said it.
"Please, Daddy. I don't think we should be out here and talking like that. I wanna go back and practice some more."
"And since when did you change coaches? I thought I was the one helping you train for the September matches."
"You are, Daddy. I just feel better working out with a girl. Boys always make me nervous when I play."
"So that's what I am, huh? Just one of the boys. Well, at least your ole stepdad can get you a new outfit for the opening game. Something with a padded top so you'll really have the crowd watching you."
"Daddy! Do you think I care if my ah-ahh chest isn't big like the older girls? Who cares about junk like that."
"Men care, baby, and don't you ever forget it. If you want to really enjoy life, you have to turn on the guys. You know the old saying, 'It's what's up front that counts.' "
There! It was out now, and to him it was something of a relief.
Patty hung her head down on her chest and turned away from her stepfather in embarrassment. Her older girl friends had told her the same thing, and Patty was afraid she would never sprout enough up front to make a boy even look at her. Her own twin sister, Pam, was even doing better than she was in her development.
About the only thing Patty could top her in was tennis. Pam was really the one who needed coaching. At least Patty was beginning to fill her outfit with the stuff boys loved to stare at.
"I've got some, Daddy. Can't you see them?" she said as she pushed her little chest out as far as she could. "I've got more than Pam."
"But not even enough for a man to lay his hands on."
"What did you say?" she asked in confusion.
"Like this, little dummy," he answered holding out both his palms and pushing them in the direction of her tiny buds until he stopped just a fraction short of actually grabbing them.
Patty didn't even know enough to flinch. Why should she? The man was to her another father, and daddies never did anything bad to their little girls. She trusted him with everything she had.
"I told you I'm growing already. You see that now?" she asked.
"Well, it's kind of hard to see with you wearing that silly training bra and top. How can I give you an honest opinion when those two little bumps could be just bumps in your clothing?"
"They are not," she pouted. "They're mine."
"You'd have to prove that to me. I still say it's just the clothes you're wearing."
Patty couldn't turn down a dare of any kind, much less one in which her budding femininity was being challenged. She loved her twin sister but always felt she had to be in competition with her to win their parents' affection. Pam was always making all the teams and winning all kinds of prizes. This was going to be one time when Patty could beat her at something.
"You just come inside and I'll prove to you that I'm starting to get real, ah, real titties."
"All right. I'll go in with you. But you better not be wasting my time. I really don't believe you."
Now that was one dare Jack couldn't possibly lose, and he followed her gladly into the house. Maybe just seeing the sweet young thing almost naked would be enough to calm him for a little longer. But with Geraldine and Pam away for the afternoon, he knew his restraint was really wearing very thin.
The girl was so innocent of any sinister thoughts on his mind it was almost laughable. She was so intent on proving that the bumps were the work of Mother Nature she didn't even blush with modesty as they entered the house through the playroom's glass door and she started opening her front buttons.
Taking the top of her garment down to her waist and then unhooking the white cotton training bra, Patty stuck her little chest out proudly and said, "There!" to her horny stepfather.
"Mmmnn, turns out you were right. I apologize, and just to prove to you that I really am sorry for that mistake, I'm going to trade you show for show."
With that he unzipped the fly of his shorts, letting them fall to his sneaker tops. Then he did the same with his jockey shorts, a bit more work since his hard-on was in the way. His hot dick stood straight out in front of him.
"I saw your treasure. So here's mine."
Patty's face went beet-red as she looked down at the big, hard rammer. She knew she should have looked away with shame, as her mother had taught her never to look at a boy's crotch, much less get close enough to touch. But she had neglected to tell her what awful thing was in there, thereby making the girls only too curious to find out on their own.
Neither one of them dared to break that rule with the boys at school, although there was plenty of opportunity. But Jack was their stepfather. Did that make it different?
The answer to that question didn't even matter right then because Patty could not have torn her eyes away from the dark red thing pointing straight at her if she wanted to.
"Is that what you make babies with?" she asked.
"Sure is, and it's also what a man makes love with. When he sticks it into a girl they call it screwing. Did you ever hear those words before?"
"Oh, no, Daddy! Well, yes I did. Some of the older boys at school talk like that. But I never knew what dirty words meant."
"Sexy words aren't dirty and neither is a man's cock. This thing here is called a cock. I suppose it's your mother that's been making you think what a man and woman do is dirty. Well have to change that right away. I don't want either of you girls growing up with mixed-up notions like that. You could wind up old maids, spending all your time being afraid of everything, especially men. It's my duty as a stepfather to see you grow up right, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy."
"Good then we'll start right now. You see, a cock is not dirty at all. It's a beautiful thing and it makes women very happy when they have one to play with. Would you like to play with mine?"
Now Patty tried to turn her head away. She was beginning to think the eye in the middle of Jack's cock was looking back at her, as if had a mind of its own, and when it drooled she was certain of it. Her face was crimson enough to match the color of the shaft and she was ashamed of herself for staring so.
Her thinking patterns were a mass of confusion. She had very strong feelings about seeing her stepfather's body in its current state. But she P didn't understand them, except for the fact they certainly weren't mild. It was wrong to see a man naked. Her mother told her so many times. The girls believed a man had some kind of one-eyed monster tucked away in his pants. It was sleeping there, ready to attack innocent young girls at any moment.
Instead, reality was a much more attractive thing, and she was fascinated with a grown man's cock. Patty couldn't get enough of looking at the big, throbbing thing and she had a million questions to ask about it.
"Are they all so big?" she asked. The girl couldn't understand how boys and men kept such huge rods hidden in their pants and only showed a small bulge. It seemed to her they must have an awful lot of trouble getting dressed with a bat like that to reckon with.
"Does it look frightening to you?" he asked, trying his best to hold back a big smile.
"No. Just kind of funny. Could I ask you something? Promise you wouldn't laugh."
"I promise," he said.
"Well, doesn't it get in your way when you're dressing? I mean you could walk into a wall or something and smash it all up the way it's standing out in front of you."
"Don't you worry about that," he laughed. "A man takes very good care of his pride and joy. A cock is really a very wonderful thing. You see, it starts out very small and then it starts to grow when a man sees something he likes very much."
"Like now. Hey! Look at it! I think it's still growing some more. Does it stay like that for very long? Is it hot? It looks very red. Does it turn any other colors? What's the hole for? And...."
"Hey, slow down. One question at a time. Besides, the best way you and I can get acquainted is by learning all those answers first hand. Come down here on the floor. Get as close as you want. It won't bite you and you can pet it all you like. It loves to be petted, especially by pretty little girls. Mmmnnn, just like that."
Patty was fascinated with the way her stepfather's cock was growing and throbbing in her hand. She got as close as she could to it with her body, crouching all the way down until her bare little tits were rubbing against the inside of the man's hair thighs.
She thought her body had become motionless, but it continued edging closer as if unconsciously she wanted more of her body touching his. Now her tits were rubbing against his hairy balls, and the older man groaned, closing his eyes for a moment and counting to ten.
If he shot now, he would probably scare the hell out of her. She would never start all over again on another day if her face happened to get covered with his cream.
"Does this hurt you? Can I play with it some more?" she asked.
"Play with it all you like, but be very gentle with it, dear. A cock is a very special toy."
"It sure is, and a very pretty one too. Why did Mommy tell us it was an ugly monster, Daddy?"
"So you wouldn't go out and get yourselves into a lot of trouble with boys. You see, dear, young men usually don't have enough experience and they can sometimes be very rough on a pretty young thing."
"But not you, Daddy. You're a big strong man. I can trust you, now can't I?"
"You certainly can, dear. Matter of fact, the more I think about it, the better it sounds. Maybe both of you girls should get some firsthand instruction from me. Then you'll know just what you're up against when you're old enough to start dating boys. You know, be prepared."
"Oh, Daddy. You're really smart and you take such good care of us. I'll do everything you tell me to. I want you to be proud of me."
Jack could not have put it better himself. The girl was playing right into his hands and only a real jerk-off would have walked away from the sweet young pussy that was practically being handed to him on a silver platter.
If he did have any scruples left before the two of them came into the house, her admiring eagerness had already wiped away the last of them. His hard-on was a raging one, and the girl was really begging for it. In a way, he was doing her a favor, teaching her the ropes so she would be able to handle herself better when she was older.
. ... Anyway, that was as good an excuse as any for fucking!!!
CHAPTER THREE
"Go ahead. Get used to it. That way you won't be scared when you're with a boy. Scared girls are real push-overs. Take it from me. The more you know, the better off you'll be."
"What are these things, Daddy? Can I play with them too?"
"Those are my balls, sweetheart. And it's just fine if you play with them. Watch how it makes my cock jump."
Patty kneaded the two hairy nuts one against the other, having a great childish time for herself. Then her giggle turned into warhoops of glee. Jack's hot cock was jumping up and down hitting her constantly in the nose. And she loved it!
"Hey, Daddy! Hey, that tickles. This is even more fun than when you chase us with the garden hose. It even spurts like the hose. Warm and sticky. Does it taste good, Daddy? Can I taste some?"
This was the time Jack, if he had any conscience left at all, should have called the whole thing off and sent the girl along her own way. But his hot prick had no conscience and it also controlled his will. He could not let her go until his balls were empty, preferably inside of her somewhere.
He had time running against him as well. Patty's twin and his wife could be returning any moment. Why spoil a good thing by getting caught at the small stuff before he so much as laid a finger on the girl?
It certainly was good. No doubt about that, even though it was strange he was getting such a great charge from the simplest form of sexual foreplay.
Patty could hardly be called sexy by any stretch of the imagination, and yet looking at her nearly naked, childlike form was one hell of a turn-on. She was so innocent, so eager to learn and so very eager to please. It more than made up for what she lacked in bumps and curves.
The girl meanwhile, had never been happier with a new toy than she was with Jack's bat and balls. This one quivered and throbbed like nothing she had ever seen or felt before. Patty would have liked nothing better than to spend the rest of the day learning all the great tricks daddy's special toy could do.
"Look how I can make it jump, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "It's jumping just for me."
She happened to be pressing on the sensitive undervein with her dainty fingertips as she reached for his balls, and couldn't imagine what made it do those terrific things or why it was getting so hot to her exploring touch.
"Uh-h, it's drooling," she told him and ran her finger across the wet, glistening tip in order to keep it from spilling on the rug. Smiling at her stepfather as she did, Patty plopped the cream-covered finger into her mouth and eagerly sucked it.
"Mmmnn, tastes funny," she remarked but didn't make a funny face at Jack indicating it wasn't as bad as she was trying to make it seem.
She was a little confused about what she was supposed to like or dislike, since what the girl learned all her young life was everything having to do with sex and a man's body was very, very bad. Men were animals, their mother had told the twins so many times. The girls pictured fucking as a medieval form of torture and themselves as the victims.
Now she was beginning to think her mother had told them a pack of lies for the same reasons she told them sugar would make them sick. Just a trick to keep them away from the goodies. Well, this was one treat Mommy would not be able to take away from her because she wouldn't ever know about it.
Patty loved the hot, silky feel of his shaft with the throbbing veins and she ran only her fingertips lightly along the surface as she would a fine, antique china piece in her mother's cabinet. Jack's cock was delicate too, but in a masculine sort of way.
She had been expecting it to feel coarse or leathery, anything but smooth and throbbing with a radiant core of heat beneath the dark rosy shaft. Big as it was when she first lay her hands on it, Jack's cock continued to grow under her juvenile ministrations.
The taste of his first dribbles of cum had been more novel than revolting and she bent her pretty little head down to get some more. Her dainty pink tongue darted out of her rosebud mouth and she flicked it at the long dribble of clear liquid that was oozing out from the beloved cock she held so tightly in her hands.
This second taste went down much easier than the first, and she smacked her lips with relish.
"Mmm, yummy to the tummy," she happily remarked and Jack had to laugh in spite of his highly aroused condition.
Patty began to rub the throbbing cock with both her hands now, taking time out every so often to bend her head down and lick away the long drools of cockspit she was pulling out of him with her long, upward strokes. As far as she was concerned, there was all the time in the world to continue their erotic play.
She just couldn't get enough of experimenting. Between her thighs there was a pleasant warmth creeping up and outward as the play continued.
The curious, warm itch needed tending but she didn't want to let go of the bright pink lollipop she had to play with. Instead she had to be content with rubbing her thighs briskly together against her smooth mound, causing a peculiar dampness in that region.
This new twist to their play couldn't have come at a better time as far as Jack was concerned. Patty had to take her hands off Jack's cock becuase her little cunt needed a scratching so badly she didn't even take time to be modest about it.
Her hands left his prick just a heartbeat away from his orgasm and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. After a few seconds his eyes were clear enough to see the girl massaging her pussy frantically with both hands, and the way her jaw hung slack as everything she owned was heated to the boiling point. Patty had never played with herself before and didn't understand what was happening to her own body.
The girl toppled backwards on the floor, her legs flying way up in the air as she dug her fingers into the elastic band of her white cotton panties and rubbed her mound like her little life depended on it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and droplets of moisture stood out all over her face.
In the last moments of her debut climax, Patty seemed to forget Jack was even there as she mumbled to herself and rubbed her free hand across both of her tiny chest buds. It was an instinctive gesture and the little nipples came to sharp red points as she groaned and rubbed herself all the harder.
She had no idea at all of what was happening to her, only that it was pleasureable and no one was yelling at her to stop. The friction brought her inner heat as high as it could go and then Patty began to sob as her body twitched and jumped in the convulsive movements of her very first orgasm.
The darling child was completely out of control, frightened, confused and loving every second of the new sensations. Somehow one of her fingers dug in a little deeper than the rest and pressed against her not quite formed clit. There was enough of it to feel the impact, and Patty screeched as a new wave of hot spasms spread throughout her body.
That moment was also the point of no return for her lusty stepfather. He had taken up where she left off on his meat, beating it in time to the girl's rapid tempo between her own legs. His eyes never left her for a moment, so hypnotized was he by the girl's wild display.
There could only be one first time, one initial orgasm in a woman's life, and that moment of confused discovery had to rivet passion in her mind. No matter how many more she would enjoy in her life, none would ever quite compare. Jack watched the little girl blossoming into a young woman right before his very eyes, and his cock, teased and tortured to the utmost, shot a shower of hot cum straight up into the air.
Spurt after spurt of it exploded upwards only to come down again, showering young Patty's wildly flying legs as she kicked and screamed herself from one spasm to another. Her stepfather's cum was splattering everywhere, on her tennis skirt, her chest and then in her face and hair.
She waved her arms and sputtered as she wound down from her own orgasm and realized she was in danger of drowning in Jack's overflow.
"Stop it, Daddy. Stop that thing," she yelled at him. But Jack didn't answer. He didn't even hear her.
It was the dumbest, most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced, driving him out of his frigging skull and nothing to show for it but a child's tender touch and some giggles. Drained now, the man slumped in his seat with his mind pleasantly blank.
His prick was going slack, but very slowly. Patty took a little time in trying to compose herself now that she guessed she must have put on a frightening display for her stepfather. She thought about running out of the room while her eyes were still closed.
But once they were opened, and she spotted Jack's equipment once again, her youthful enthusiasm came bubbling up once more and she was all for starting their game from the top again. She jumped up and ran to him, all set to grab his hard dick and pound it some more.
Her enthusiasm was quickly dampened when she looked down to her stepfather's lap. The cock, once mighty and stiff had shrunken to its resting size and looked to the girl like a sick, white worm. At first she wasn't even sure if it was the same toy that had impressed her so just moments before. But the big nuts were in the same place, and even the kinky hairs looked familiar to her now.
So it had to be the very same cock, even if it did look like a balloon with all the air let out of it.
"Aw, Daddy," she complained. "I wanted to play some more and look what you went and did. You put my toy to sleep."
She looked like she was going to cry any second, and it was a very charming sight with the older man's cum stuck to her chest and nose in pearly white droplets.
"Come here, sweetheart. Up on my lap. This may be a little late in the game, but it definitely is time I explained some of the sad facts of life. Here. Take my handkerchief and clean yourself up. Might be a good idea if we both button up too. The rest of our little gang should be walking in the door any minute now."
While he spit on the square of white cloth and Patty attempted to get her face clean with it, he began to explain about how a man's prick needed a little rest no matter how badly the man who owned it wished it would stand up straight again.
Then he went on to explain she should say nothing of their little game to anyone, especially her mother because they would never understand, and what was the fun in a secret if everybody knew all about it. She reluctantly agreed, but only after he promised they could play their game again in the very near future.
Patty left the playroom, skipping up the stairs to the pink and white gingham bedroom she shared with her sister just as their mother's station wagon was turning into the driveway. The promise of secrecy she made less than a minute before went right out of her head as she heard her sister's cheerful chatter coming through the front door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pam took only the briefest glance at her sister's face and she knew something really spectacular must have happened while she was shopping in town with their mother. Pam, the more aggressive of the two, usually had the spotlight all to herself when it came to exciting news.
It didn't take much persuasion for Patty to tell her the entire story and once she did, Pam demanded to be included in any future festivities. Patty saw but one problem, and they were quick to handle it.
Having Pam simply walk over to their stepfather and demand equal rights with his dick just wouldn't do. He was bound to be angry that Patty had given away their deep, dark secret. Both girls guessed there were a lot of secret games they could play, and find out the meaning of all the dirty words the boys tossed so freely around the school yard.
Patty smugly promised she would try them all out and then report back to her sister in graphic detail how "fucking" worked and what it was that got sucked on. But Pam refused to get her kicks all by second hand and they worked out a scheme, at Pam's insistence, whereby she would come across Patty and their stepfather by accident, then demand her equal rights on pain of spilling the beans to their mother.
Now all they needed to handle was the time when they could get the man alone in the house with the two of them.
Pam was surprised by how much her sister changed after one brief encounter with a man's dick. She seemed to have lost a great deal of her shyness and held her head up proudly when she walked, her chest thrust forward as if she really had a pair of knockers to be proud of.
The fact they were as close as any relative could be did not stand in the way of perpetual rivalry. Much as Pam did not want to cause trouble for her sister or Jack, she couldn't remain in the background knowing there were great times to be had.
As the days passed and their mother was with them constantly, a jealous rift began to build between the two girls with Patty elaborating on the great stuff she had done with Jack, and Pam swearing she could do even more with the man if she just had half a chance.
One night before their mother was due to leave for a weekend trip, the cold war between the two girls had developed into a running brawl. Pam won it just before their mother came in to break up their hair-pulling match by threatening to tell their mother what a bad girl little Patty was unless she was given first pickings with Jack.
Patty agreed, but with her fingers crossed behind her back. She had no intention of letting her anywhere near Jack's crotch. It did make the house peaceful enough for their mother to leave without anxiety and they started their brawl all over again as soon as the front door closed behind her.
Jack was declared fair game, and they both left the house, supposedly on various errands. But Patty only went as far as the corner, then doubled back and entered the house through the back yard. She felt a little guilty for lying to her sister and sneaking around behind her back, but she learned enough in that one session with Jack to feel she wanted to try everything, and as quickly as possible.
Sex was the greatest adventure she had ever embarked on in her young life, and although she was still afraid of that big cock entering her little body in the manner that had been described in their sex education classes her curiosity got the best of her and she was all for giving it a try.
Patty hoped her stepfather was in the same kind of good mood that caused their first round of sexy games. If not, she knew just how to get him that way. This time she would undress before he even asked her. Then she would serve him a beer and rub his neck, just the way Mommy did. Jack would look at her with a funny gleam in his eye, and they would go to bed very early.
She understood all of it now and was sure she could carry it off. Maybe they would even get to the game called "fucking" this time around. There was so much talk about it by kids and adults, she was dying to find out for herself how much of the tall stories was truth. Anyway, if it got really scary, she could always tell him to stop.
It could be bad. It could hurt a lot, and maybe she would cry. But she still would have one over on Pam and to the envious girl this winning was worth all the trouble. She had already stashed some of her mother's sexy underwear in the garage and dashed in to get ready.
Most of the stuff didn't fit exactly right, but she hoped her enthusiasm would make up for her not filling out the stuff in the right places. Red was supposed to be a sexy color and so was black, so she picked a red satin half slip and red satin high heeled bedroom slippers. In addition, Patty had sneaked a pair of black lace stockings and a demi-bra to match, which hung open and gaping in front of her.
The black lace garter belt with little pink rosettes would take care of the long stockings once she adjusted the hooks and folded down the tops of the stockings. She didn't even understand why her mother kept them around when pantyhose were the going thing, until she had them on and checked her appearance in a sheet of aluminum propper up against the garage wall.
She looked really dynamite, older, more seductive in these things and with the high-heeled pumps, Patty believed she looked like a positive knock-out. But what was she going to do with the dumb bra? He would only laugh at her if he could see her in it then.
Searching around the garage, she finally came across an old lounge cushion which was filled with artificial fluff. Now a whole cushion full of that stuff would surely do the trick and Patty hacked away at it with a screwdriver until she could pull out enough through the torn fabric to fill the bra cups to capacity.
When she looked at her reflection this time, it was with satisfaction. Pam couldn't look that terrific. She didn't even know where to begin.
Heading back toward the playroom now, Patty experienced a bit of stage fright. Dressing up in her mother's clothes was fun, but not really unusual, and even convincing herself Jack would like the way she looked wasn't all that difficult. She had even smeared some red lipstick over her mouth and tried her mother's false eyelashes, but only one stayed on causing her to make up the deficit on the other eye with heavy purple shadow.
The effect had all been easy enough to carry out, and she was sure getting Jack to play with her would be fairly simple as well. After all, they did have some great fun the first time.
But would she be able to go on playing when it came to something that was really painful? Patty didn't like getting hurt. She didn't like it at all and tears would mess up her grown-up looking face.
Well, she would have to risk it or Pam would move right in there and take over the whole show. In juvenile terms this meant she had won yet another competition with her twin sister and this was one Patty would never be able to live down.
With this sobering thought in mind, Patty crept low through the bushes that ran as a side border between the garage and house so the neighbors wouldn't spot her in her ludicrous attire. It was hard to keep from giggling, which was more nervous tension than good humor.
There was still a good hour left before her twin sister was expected home and Patty intended to make good use of it. Right about that moment their stepfather would probably be stretched out on the playroom sofa, beer in hand, watching the baseball game of the afternoon.
She would come upon him by surprise, and then rush into his open arms, just the way they did it in the movies. But if the setting was just as she imagined it, how come it was so quiet in there?
Patty stood at the sliding glass door for just a moment, cocking her ear at the side edge of it, still out of sight to anyone who might be in there. She heard no roaring crowd, in fact, no TV sounds at all.
But the room was not completely silent. There were definite slurping and grunting sounds, and the shuffling, squeaky noise of bodies on naughahyde. Someone was in the room with Daddy!
The girl crept a little closer and pressed her nose against the glass to see who it was and what they were doing. Immediately she wished with all her heart she had not taken that second look.
For there was Jack with his face buried in Pam's white little cunt, lapping away at her like a cat with a saucer of milk. Tears started running down Patty's cheeks and she tried to bat the dripping mascara out of her eyes by brushing them with her fingers, but it didn't help. Her twelve year old heart was broken, as if their mother didn't exist, as if her own sister had stolen Patty's boyfriend away from her.
Jack was slurping his way along her pink little crevice from one end to the other, and Pam was wriggling like a fish out of water. She clearly loved every second of it alternately moaning and giggling as she clutched Jack's hands over her flat little chest.
Now Patty's fears were pushed to the background by her jealousy. How could Pam have lied to her and gone running back to the house and Jack as soon as her sister's back was turned?
From where Patty was standing she had a clear line of vision to everything they were doing. Pam's bare legs were spread out wide and she tucked up the satin skirt of her mother's best negligee to her waist. Jack was on his belly holding her legs apart as his head continually dove down to get more of his tongue into her sweet tasting slit.
Patty should have been feeling abject despair or raging anger, but neither of these emotions was strong enough to keep her from the excitement of watching the great new game they were playing. Since they were identical twins, it was very easy for Patty to see herself there, lying on her back and Jack munching away on her own pussy instead.
That same itching wetness she had felt the first time she was with Jack happened to her again. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing a pair of her mother's panties or she would have ruined them for sure, with the way her cunt was dripping now.
Jack groaned then and turned his body on the side so he could open his fly and ease his throbbing hard-on out of his pants before it broke in half. Patty watched with baited breath as the object she adored came into view.
All too soon it disappeared again, pressing down against the lounge as Jack dipped his head low and nibbled the hairless lips of Pam's sweet-tasting pussy. Patty forced herself to look at Pam's face, dreading what she knew she would find there.
Sure enough the girl's expression was one of the most intense pleasure, and with good reason. While her stepfather was busily sucking away at her juvenile juices, running the tip of his tongue around her minutely proportioned clit, and in general wreaking havoc with her erotic senses, Pam was struggling for air.
He had turned her on so much her rosebud shaped mouth had gone dry as cotton and the heavy heartbeat of her passion kept her constantly winded. Pam didn't fully understand what was happening inside her own body, but it really didn't matter just as long as it continued to make her feel so deliriously good.
This was her first sexual experience of any kind. All she had to do was mention what she knew about Jack and Patty. Two minutes later she was locked away in the den with him, and he was eating her out like all hell.
Pam had nothing at all to say in the matter, and she was grateful for that arrangement. The part of her that was all juvenile curiosity wanted to try it all with Jack, and it afforded her vengance over Patty as well. But she differed with her twin in one way, being too much afraid of Jack's big dick to touch it right away.
So he had begun to get her in the mood with his talented tongue which had never failed him in the past. Pam had been happy to lie back on the lounge like a little princess and have Jack kneeling between her thighs and sending hot shivers of pleasure shooting up and down her spine.
It didn't take very much to get the girl in just the kind of mood he wanted her to be in. Pam was a slightly shier version of Patty, but with a bit more on top and her curves slightly more marked than her twin sister's. Her closer reach to puberty seemed to make her more sensuous than her sister, and she writhed in ecstasy as a more mature woman would.
Patty watched at first with utter fascination, but after the first few moments passed she found her own body was getting tremendously hot while she stood out in the side alley clad in her mother's lingerie with her nose pressed up against the sliding glass door.
Both members of the unlikely couple were pretty far gone on what they were doing. Tears were streaming down her sister's eyes as she felt her organs congesting with impending orgasm, the first one she had known. But fear of the unknown was making her hold back, forcing Jack to work twice as hard with his tongue and teeth.
Patty couldn't stand out there much longer. She felt very close to cuming herself and dove her hand under the red slip so she could run her finger along her cuntlips as she imagined it was Jack's tongue doing the very same work on her.
Finally she couldn't take being left out of such a wild scene any longer. Standing as tall as she could make herself in her mother's high-heeled slippers, Patty stuck her padded black lace chest out and strutted in like she owned the place.
"You better make room for me, Pam," she demanded. "After all, I'm the one who was there first."
"Oh, no you don't" her sister retorted. "You had your turn, and now it's mine."
But Patty was not to be pushed aside, especially now that she had seen what lesson two looked like. It took a couple of seconds for Jack to untangle himself from between Pam's thighs, but once he did and got a good look at dressed up Patty, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Pam was still wriggling like an eel beneath him, hanging on the edge of her very frst orgasm and suddenly left to fend for herself. Pam was one very unhappy young girl.
"Daddy, Daddy. Don't leave me like this," she cried.
Jack could only sit where he was, turning to one girl and then the other in her bizarre costume. They both looked so weirdly attractive he wanted as much as he could get of both.
"Come on, Pam. We're twins," Patty told her. "Share and share alike, okay?"
"Daddy?" Pam asked.
"We'll have to see what we can work out, kids. The best triangle I can think of is sucking all around. You girls really wanna behave like grown-up women, you should learn how to suck a man's cock. If eating is good enough for me, then it's good enough for you."
Jack was really drunk on his own erotic power. The sweet, fresh taste of untouched pussy had his senses reeling, and he gave no thought to any consequences for his actions with them. He was all for finishing the job on Pam and then turning to Patty for more of the same. And when the girls were in the perfect frame of mind, he would give them lessons in the fine art of cocksucking.
Even Patty was willing to go along with the idea as she was most anxious to see her sister cum. Although still too young to realize how her own mind was working, the girl already found herself caught up in a voyeurism kick of the highest order. It was as if she were watching herself get it!
"Go ahead and do her, Daddy. I'll stay right here beside you. For once we're going to see which one of us is really better."
With a challenge like that hanging over her head, Pam tried to put on her most seductive face, but had no idea at all what that was supposed to look like. Her expression came out like a childish interpretation of something she had seen in a movie magazine, and Jack fought hard to keep from bursting out in laughter.
Her juices were stuck to his moustache like dabs of glue keeping the clean scent of her constantly in his nostrils. She was the best piece of pussy he had ever eaten, and not a single hair to get caught in his throat. It made him hungry for the taste of her come.
Tugging gently at her wrist, he brought Pam down on her back once more, and Patty knelt down at her sister's head, watching her face closely for every sign of delight. On a sudden inspiration, she tweaked her sister's ear.
"Betcha he likes me better than you, smarty pants."
"Oh, yeah?" Pam replied. "I'm always better than you, and this time it's gonna be the same thing."
Under any other conditions than the present ones, Jack would be inclined to stop their arguing and insist they back off to neutral corners. But this was one occasion when he was glad to see their competitive natures coming forth. He could turn it easily to his advantage later on, when it was their turn to satisfy him.
First things first, however, and this was getting back to his tasty meal of pussy. One flick of his long, wet tongue to the girl's slit and she was groaning again, her head thrown back and her eyes rolling around. Patty wanted to tease her sister while the muff-work was going on, but she lost her spirit for it as soon as she caught the ecstatic expression on her sister's face.
Without fully realizing it, she put her hand under the satin slip again and took up where she had left off standing in the alley. Unaware, she was beginning yet another step in the loss of her innocence.
Finger to clit now, Patty opened her eyes wide and watched as their stepfather pressed his face between Pam's well-tanned thighs and took long, deep slurps at her tender lips. No sooner did they pout and open in her awakening passion than Jack saw her tiny clit beginning to swell and he went right to it.
Pam seemed more than willing to let the man do anything he wanted to with her body, and Jack's passion for the girls knew no bounds. He gently seized Pam's clit between his teeth and grated lightly against it. The girl shuddered once and shuddered some more. Patty's hand was racing in and out of her little hole as her sister looked up into her face with an excited but somewhat frightened expression.
Things were happening inside her body and she didn't understand them at all. It was this very same expression Patty wore the moment before own first orgasm, and she recognized it now. Pam looked to be almost in pain, her eyes nearly closed and her mouth twisted horribly. Patty held her by the shoulders and hugged her shaking body as Pam's inner heat continued to rise.
She felt feverish, a little queasy in her belly, even dizzy. But none of them were unpleasant situations. The girl felt stoned without ever having touched a drug or so much as a glass of wine.
Scared of everything that was happening to her, but refusing to do anything that would make Jack stop, she clung to her sister and buried her head in Patty's neck. As Jack's hot tonguing motions became more vigorous, the girl's sweated face twisted and rubbed into Patty's shoulders.
Her body was shaking as if she had some dreaded disease, but Jack was still not satisfied with her reaction. He sensed she was unconsciously holding back on her come because she was afraid to simply let it happen, and he was forced to work all the more vigorously to get her over her own fears.
"Please stop, Daddy. Oh, please stop!!" Pam wailed, but her pleas were falling on deaf ears.
Jack was not an old pro with women for nothing. He knew very well once the girl reached the point of pleading for an end, she was really announcing the start of her orgasm. These strange stirrings in the pit of her belly were all so new to her, just as the radiant warmth creeping up from her cunt and out to all parts of her body was equally new.
Her head felt very light and she looked up at her sister's excited face, pleading silently for an explanation. Suddenly Patty felt like the older sister of the two. The wiser sister, the source of comfort for them both.
"Don't fight, Pammy," she whispered in a mature tone. "It's gonna be dynamite."
Her sister nodded mutely. Patty must have been through it and survived. She could still hear the bubbly enthusiasm in Patty's voice when she told her what she had discovered inside Jack's pants. Patty had gone through whatever it was that was happening to her now, and she had loved every second of it. Pam understood she must do the same.
"Patty, oh, Patty, Please help me!" she screeched, but she was beyond being pulled away from Jack's tongue now.
Her body felt like it was being shaken from the inside out, as if the steam escaping from between her naked pussy lips was causing her to explode. She was more terrified then than she had ever been in her life, and yet it was only the beginning of her orgasm.
Those same sensations kept building higher and higher, making her senses climb until they reached an incredible peak. Then, just as suddenly she was plummeting down, free-falling towards a bottomless, brightly colored pit with nothing to cling to but her sister.
Her innocent world had come crashing down around her ears, and it was her own fault for first teasing and then threatening Jack until he could not refuse her. Just a game, getting even with her sister had turned into a bizarre dream, full of new sensations she could not control. As her pussy began to flood Jack's throat with sweet-tasting cum juice, Pam bit down hard on her sister's neck. So hard that Patty's scream of pain blended with her own scream of purest joy.
Suddenly the two girls were sobbing in each other's arms, and Pam was looking at the world through a woman's eyes. She stared straight ahead when her sister let her fall back on the lounge, but her eyes were seeing nothing. They were fixed and glazed as if the orgasm had put her into a state of trance.
Jack, his head still buried between her legs, was sputtering as he struggled courageously to swallow down every drop of her virginal honey. Towards the end he had to hold her down with his arms to keep from being kicked to death, but once she settled down Jack was able to give her the finishing touches.
The flesh of her pussy was as smooth as a baby's bottom and he licked it clean with great relish, only very remotely did her body taste of woman, and even when her cum poured down his mouth boiling hot, it was never too pungent or distasteful to him. Would he ever be able to go back to lapping at a grown woman after this?
Pam's thighs were pressing tightly against his face, holding him there, refusing to let him discontinue his lapping ever after she had spilled her last drop of cum. She wanted Jack to keep his head in there forever.
But Patty had some ideas of her own on that subject. She had been forced to take her hands away from her own body when Pam was diving off the deep end. It left her up on that peak alone now, and she didn't like it at all. Orgasm was almost as new to her as it was to her sister and she had been forced to go it alone.
Was that why she was feeling so much more mature now? One thing was for certain. They had both loved their first experiences with it well enough to want as much as they could get of it. But there Patty remained, crouched on the floor in her mother's underwear and nobody paying any attention to her.
Jack was still hard as a tentpole. When he finally did get his head out of Pam's grip, he was so breathless that he had to lean back against the lounge and recover. Patty stared at Jack's hard-on and remembered what he had taught her about it.
If she wanted him to give her a good time as well, she would have to get him going again while that thing was still hard. Patty made a quick grab for it across her sister's body but Jack dodged her and turned his face to the wall.
The girls were very happy, raring to go on to bigger and better things. But Jack was suddenly ashamed of himself. He couldn't bear the thought he had gone from being an ace stud to a sick lecher in two easy lessons. If the girls would just leave the room quietly and on their own, then he just might be able to end it. Perhaps he would find the strength of will to leave them alone in the future if they walked out before he could take another hot look at either one of them.
CHAPTER FIVE
The girls were winding down a bit as Jack called himself every name in the book while he hid his face in shame.
"Daddy? What's wrong?" Patty asked him, seeing that his cock was starting to go down.
It made her nervous, as to her youthful mind once it went down, it stayed down, maybe for the rest of the day. That was hardly fair, she thought. It really was her turn now, and she had gone to so much trouble getting ready for the big moment.
"Look at me now, Daddy," she called to him. "I got dressed up all sexy just for you. Please look at me.
"I shouldn't baby," he started to say as he turned his gaze in her direction. "This is all wrong."
He turned to the girls once more thinking he could explain why they must never let him get them alone again. He hoped they would have the kind of self-control he lacked.
But the girls wouldn't buy it. Especially Patty who had been left with an itchy snatch and a mouth watering for another taste of her stepfather's meat.
Pam was content to lie there in a pool of her own sweat and cum, where she had a bird's eye view of any possible events. She was secretly glad Patty was showing all the initiative as this would give her a chance to see what she would be up against when her turn came around again.
"Don't you like me any more?" Patty asked with as sultry a tone as a twelve year old could muster.
Jack raised his head slowly, his intention to make another stab at putting things right. But his vision had cleared and he looked at Patty as if seeing her for the first time that day. His eyes took her in from head to toe. The padded black lace bra looked comical on her tiny chest and the red satin slip was six inches too wide and a mile too long.
The mesh stockings hung in big wrinkles over legs that still resembled a chicken's, and on her feet were a pair of slippers that looked like swim fins standing too far out in front of her. All this brought a smile of amusement to his lips.
But when he looked into the face of that child, all smeared with make-up that made her look like a circus clown, he found he desired this girl even more than he had the first time around.
"I look, terrific, don't I?" she asked, and Jack had to nod his head in assent.
The fact that she looked so ridiculous in her outfit was exactly what he dug, and Patty clapped her hands with glee when she saw his cock was on the rise again.
"It's my turn now, Pam. You get out of the way. I want to play with Daddy's cock," she told her.'
"You said a dirty word," Pam said. "I really shouldn't get up and give you my place because you have a dirty mouth."
"It's not dirty talk. It's sexy talk, isn't it, Daddy?" . ... and the girls were off on another verbal brawl.
Jack knew from past experience the best way to keep the girls away from each other's throats was to keep them busy and an additional look at Patty as she struck comical sexy poses for him made up his mind just what they should be busy at.
"Do you girls really know what you're getting into? If your mother knew she would have me castrated for sure."
"What does castrated mean?" Patty asked. She wanted to make sure she wasn't missing anything.
"It means she would get my balls cut off. And without my balls, there's no more fun and games for any of us."
"Oh, don't you worry about that old meanie, Daddy," Pam told him. "She won't ever find out. Well never tell. That is, unless you won't let us play any more when we want to."
Jack caught the meaning of Pam's words and he knew now he could not stop the sexual games with the girls even if he wanted to. Whatever small pangs of conscience he might have been feeling were in the wind as soon as he heard the girls' lightly veiled threats.
"Well, if that's the way you feel, girls," he told them. "Then we might as well get into the big time. How do you feel about fucking?"
There was no moral conscience left in him now. Whatever little there had been the girls were quickly erasing from his mind. They were not only encouraging him to take further liberties with their bodies, they were actually demanding it.
They made him feel as if they were questioning his manhood, and he might as well actually be castrated if he didn't take up the challenge of a pair of twelve year olds. Just thinking about all the great things he could teach the twins restored full vigor to his rammer and it stood up straight and hard before him.
Patty was so hot and agitated she hopped from one foot to the other, barely able to remain in what little clothing she was wearing when Jack and his big rammer were so close to her.
"Me now, Daddy. Me, me, me," she chanted and Jack was in no mood to refuse her.
"All right, Patty dear. You will be next," he said. "But first you have to do a little striptease for me. Let's see if you can do it just like the grown-up ladies do. Really sexy."
"You see that, Pam? I'm getting the best part after all."
Pam didn't answer, and neither did Jack. The girl was sure she could do whatever Patty did just as well, and was only waiting for her turn to come around again. She was still high on the come Jack had brought her to with his talented mouth, and because of this a bit more patient than she usually was. Jack was purely delighted with the spirit of competition the two of them were showing. He could only win no matter which one of them showed more aptitude for what he was about to teach them, and he was going to teach them every fuckin' trick in the book!
They were making themselves equally responsible, the way he saw it, so why not go all the way with them? Eating the girls was fun enough, and getting jerked off wasn't all that bad either. But nothing could compare to screwing into a nice, tight box, all that much more terrific because he would be the first cock in there.
"Watch me, Daddy. You too, Pam. I'm gonna be the terrific strip-tease dancer now."
Patty ran to the built-in stereo and selected a record with a very strong and stimulating drumbeat. She had seen a late-night movie (when their parents were away) in which a famous actress played an exotic dancer, and the exciting image of the strip she did on a long runway had remained with her.
The fact that she did not in any way resemble the actress in form or maturity could not have bothered her less. She probably more than made up for it with her great enthusiasm.
With a sensuousness that was far beyond her years, Patty began to twist and gyrate in time with the music. As she danced, she did her juvenile version of bumps and grinds, unhooking the bra and then twirling it around in the air before she tossed it in the direction of her stepfather's face. When the stuffing was flying all over the room Patty's face flushed with shame, but Jack didn't seem to notice it.
What the girl lacked in maturity, Jack was able to compensate for with his own lewd imagination and Patty became twice as sexy in his eyes. She took the barrette out of her taffy-colored hair and it tossed about wildly as she danced.
The slip was next, and then the garters holding up the mesh stockings. All that remained were the lacy things and the high-heeled slippers, but Patty had not seen the woman in the movie going as far as she already did.
The red of her face deepened even more as she stood motionless, unsure of what she was supposed to do next.
Jack saw the problem immediately and he scooped the embarrassed girl up in his arms, tossing her gently on the very same spot her sister had just recently vacated. Her legs naturally went flying up in the air. and Jack took off one of the slippers, still working on rolling the stocking down while Patty happily kicked off the mates to them.
Patty was turned on as only a young girl could be. It was a combination of youthful exuberance and budding sexuality, the best parts of both. She wanted to try everything there was in sex when there were many aspects of it she didn't even have names for as yet.
It was important to her that she top her sister in every one of them. But to do it she had to break even first.
"Put your head down there, Daddy," she asked, pointing down to her wide open crotch. "Lick me like you licked Pam."
"That's called eating, or muff-diving," he explained just before he took a deep breath and then an even deeper nosedive right in there. She smelled heated down there, but in no way repulsive. There was just enough of a girlish odor to turn him on even more than he already was.
She was such a petite child he could easily reach both hands up and massage her small, stiff nipples. Pam had been watching through sleep-weighted eyes, but she opened them wider as Jack's head began to disappear between her sister's thighs.
Even though she had enjoyed all the action herself just a couple of minutes before, Pam still resented being left completely out of the show now. Still naked, she squatted on the floor at their feet and put on a pathetic face, wailing her complaints.
"I want something too, Daddy. I fell all hot and itchy down there. I want some too."
Jack turned his head to the side for just a second, smiling down at the forlorn child.
"Spread your legs a little more and use your fingers just the way I used my tongue. When the women I knew used to be your age, I think they called it frigging. Go ahead, dear. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Keep on watching us all you want to. Your own hands will take care of the rest. Use as many fingers as you can manage."
Pam nodded her head, but she still looked kind of sad as Jack resumed putting his tongue where it would do Patty the most good. Resigning herself to second best, at least for the moment, Pam did just as Jack had instructed her, first putting one tentative digit to her spit moistened slit, and finding it felt kind of good, she decided to try another.
All the while her eyes were glued to the sensational scene unfolding before her and the more exciting their action became, the more exciting was her own. Her fingers were flying in and out of the shallow, virginal hole as deeply as she could get them as Jack lapped at her sister's hole like the accomplished master that he was.
Patty was too busy moaning and feeling her body temperature rise to the boiling point to even know her sister was still there, much less check on what she was doing. Their sibling rivalry was forgotten as each girl gave herself up to awakening sexual natures in her own way.
Meanwhile, back at the lounge Jack was finding a hard time making up his mind as to which girl tasted better. Patty seemed to be the hotter of the two, but her cunt tasted faintly of his own wife's perfume and he took a second long slurp of it just to be sure.
She turned on at the first flick to her pink little slit and now she was humping and wriggling so much he had a rough time keeping his place between her thighs. Her arms were just long enough to reach the tops of his ears and these she tugged at whenever his mouth action was getting to be a little too much for her.
Patty felt tremors of orgasm all the while she was playing with her stepfather's cock the last time around. But they were nothing in comparison to what she was feeling now. Every nerve in her young body was alive and singing.
During the striptease she had been a little girl attempting to play the part of a grown-up sexy woman. But now, with her stepfather's face burrowing in her tasty snatch, sending hot vibrations shooting up her spine, Patty surely felt the part. Her hips were coming up wildly, and then her legs shot straight up, coming down almost around his neck.
The heels of Patty's feet beat a steady tattoo along Jack's shoulders, especially when he dared to attempt retracting his tongue a little too far to suit her. She was out of her mind when he was in deep enough to reach the bottom and frantic when he moved his tongue the slightest bit back.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Daddy! I love this," she exclaimed. "Do me, do me more and more."
"Patty was so crazy wild everything she said sounded like phrases in a nursery rhyme. She came once, soon after Jack's muff-diving expedition began, but now she was building towards one so intense it really scared her.
Bright colors were whirling around behind her closed eyes and she felt as if the couch had melted under her. She was floating on a very rocky sea of sensations and each new stab of Jack's long tongue made the waves toss even more wildly.
Alone, alone on that black, stormy sea and only Jack's mouth to guide her. Should she fight it, or should she let it all happen, taking her chances with his expertise? Now she wished with all her heart she had asked Jack to explain to her what would happen when his tongue started moving in and out of her ever-flowing slit.
Why wasn't Pam helping her as she had done when it was her sister's turn? Instead Pam was plying her cunt with two fingers, stretching her hole unknowingly as she was far beyond any pain or discomfort. She still stared unblinkingly at the linked bodies, able to make the transition of oral pleasure from Patty's cunt to her own, as she had been there before and could feel it again, every step of the way.
Patty began to scream, it was a high-pitched monotone, a sound that seemed to be ripped from her very soul, so eerie was its tone. She had come so far on her orally induced ride, even her fingers were hot and vibrating. Her head was thrown way back and her eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling. Patty was flooding Jack's mouth with her orgasm.
Her wail of climax flooded the room and everyone there was caught up in it, Pam felt her own body shake and soon her fingers were swimming in a shock wave of her own cum. But that did not stop her from jamming a third digit in there, this time bringing away a few spots of blood. It was a sure sign that her cherry was beginning to tear, but she still paid no notice to cold reality.
Jack was rocketing right up there with the two of them. Neither girl had so much as put a hand to his throbbing joint, and yet it felt a mile long and burning as he scooped up every last bit of this twin's cum as he had done with Pam.
Frantically he grabbed his joint, trying to aim it away from the lounge. It sprayed all over Pam's face and she became hysterical. By pure coincidence he started shooting at the precise moment her own body was giving forth, and the girl opened her mouth to howl while it was happening.
Jack's spray hit her smack against her lips and a good deal of it was washing down her throat before she could close them again. By the time she could, a good deal of it was floating down her gullet and all she could do was cry soundlessly, unsure if she was supposed to hate it or not.
It took Patty a few moments to recover, but when she did and saw the priceless, started expression on her twin sister's face, there was nothing she could bo but burst out laughing. Pam's face was covered with manly cream all the way up to her eyelashes and even they were thickly coated with it.
That was all it took to change the mood in the room from high and tense to high and happy. The three members of the happy little triangle threw themselves into a joyous embrace.
When they slowly wound down, Jack realized he was in it with the girls as deeply as any stud could get. There was now no choice in the matter at all. Every time they were alone together there would be only screwing on his mind, and sooner or later he would have to get that far with the twins.
There seemed to be no way out of it, and Jack wasn't about to search for one. The only direction he and his cock were going was straight through those two cherries, and Jack was sure no man around would be able to consider himself luckier than he would.
Only minutes could be spared when Jack finally came to his senses. Geraldine would be home from the health farm in less than a half hour. Spanking their bottoms, he prodded the girls along until they gathered everything up and put the house to rights again.
She would have to go and cut her weekend short just when things were starting to get interesting. Jack bemoaned his shitty luck. Whenever he complained it was boring around the house because Geraldine was always off somewhere with her lady friends, she would refuse to change any part of it. Now, when he was thanking his lucky stars for marrying a woman who had twin daughters, she had to go ahead and discover she had a conscience after all.
Well, if she came back from that place feeling all horny which was what he suspected from her long and mushy phone call, then he would really be able to sock it to her. Rather than his libido being at a low end after lunch on the tasty twosome, Jack was far from full.
Instead, the girls had given him a voracious sexual appetite and he was rip roaring ready to rip into his old lady with both barrels loaded. In fact, he was feeling so cocky he gave no thought at all to possible problems with the girls. Oh, no, no problems at all. What kind of man was he that he wouldn't manage a pair of twelve year old twins and over-the-hill mama?
CHAPTER SIX
Both girls proved themselves to be exceptional actresses when Geraldine returned scant minutes after they completed making everything appear normal. She did notice the twins seemed to be more at peace, with themselves and each other, and this puzzled her. But why look a gift horse in the mouth, she figured, and let it go at that.
Not only were Patty and Pam getting along with each other, but it became obvious as soon as she saw them all together, they were getting along with their stepfather just beautifully. That was something she worried about months before she and Jack were married and simply screwing around on weekends.
Now it looked like Jack's presence in the household was going to be no problem at all. She was more than a little curious though. From everything she had heard about second marriages, the children, especially young girls, were supposed to resent the intrusion of a strange male into their routines.
Well, it certainly looked like the worst was over, and she would easily be able to manage more weekends away from home. That too was a lucky break as Geraldine had met a young Adonis type at the health farm, and he certainly seemed to dig on the older women there.
Jack was pretty good as a lover, but lately he didn't seem to be doing very much for her morale. Why was it two people could have a sensational sex life until they got married, and then it had to be downhill all the way so soon after?
But he was proving himself to be an excellent father image for the girls, and that had to count almost as much as the zest of their screwing. Especially since now she seemed to have a good chance at a rousing affair with a young, well-tanned and well-muscled guy.
All of her girl friends had been vying for him, but it was her expertise with a quick but satisfying blowjob in the locker room that cinched the deal for her. She had made arrangements to meet him in town on Sunday night and came home to pick up some sexy lingerie and her favorite heady perfume.
Geraldine really couldn't think of a satisfactory explanation for why she would be leaving them so soon after returning home from her trip, and so was grateful for their lack of animosity when she made the announcement she was due to meet an old school friend in town. They would probably stay up late, no doubt talking all night and of course it wasn't wise to be using mass transportation at such an ungodly hour.
It was a really flimsy excuse, but met with three passive smiles, and again she thought it wise to let things go as they were, for the sake of her personal freedom. Three happily encouraging family members bade her farewell at the door ... and put all thoughts of the woman right out of their minds as soon as she turned the corner!
Jack's smile faded while the girls continued in their joyous mood. He wished with all his might that Geraldine had chosen to remain at home, but not necessarily because he missed her company in bed.
He just didn't trust himself at home alone with the girls. Worse than his own lack of self-control, the girls were sure to be demanding some more "lessons" in fucking.
Determined this time to remove temptation from his path, Jack went outside in the bright morning sunshine to do all of the yard work he had been avoiding all season. Nothing like a good sweat to keep his mind off the kidstuff, he hoped.
And for a while there it looked like he just might get away with it this time. Spending a good part of the afternoon mowing and weeding, Jack was successful in staying clear of the girls and keeping his mind on his work. By four o'clock he was genuinely tired and felt he was entitled to a nice hour's nap.
Downstairs in the playroom it was cool and quiet, the girls nowhere to be seen. Maybe they decided to try their luck with boys their own age, or better yet were making an attempt to retain some of the fleeting innocence. Now that would make life around the house a great deal easier.
No sooner did Jack close his eyes than he fell sound asleep, snoring to beat the band. For all he knew then he was alone in the house.
But he was wrong, dead wrong, for in his own bedroom right above where he slumbered, Patty was rummaging through her mother's closets and drawers again. Not only did she want to play some more of Jack's sex games, but she spent all the time since their last fest trying to come up with a way she could have him all to herself.
It had to be that way for more reason than simple selfishness. Nothing she and her sister had ever met head-on about before was as important as the competition for Jack's cock. Patty was determined to win, and she supposed once she did she would never have trouble with Pam again.
The trouble was with the two of them looking nearly identical, she would have to come up with one hell of an outfit for Jack to notice a really exciting difference. The padded bra and high-heeled slippers were great at first, but Patty could have sworn Jack was trying very hard not to laugh at her.
She couldn't stand the idea he might find her amusing. Then again, he certainly wasn't laughing once he put his mouth to her cunt. But he certainly was very serious about the way he was eating Pam too. Right now they were just about breaking even, but Patty needed very badly to have an edge on her sister.
If it was going to happen at all, it would have to happen while she was out of the house as Pam had to be the world's greatest heckler. Turning her mother's wardrobe upside down, Patty was very close to giving up when she finally came across just what she felt she needed.
During her mother's cruising days, when she was making the rounds of the singles bars in search of a new playmate, she had purchased several wigs. A blonde, a redhead and two blacks, one short and curly, one long and sleek. They had been chosen, along with special outfits and make-up to make her look as youthfully hip, or as mature and sophisticated as the traffic seemed to suggest.
Patty sat down at her mother's dressing table and with time on her side now she was able to get the longest pair of false eyelashes she could find where they belonged over her own lashes. To them she added deep purple eyeshadow, and on her lips a vivid shade of crimson.
Since both of the girls were honey-blonde, Patty selected the sleek black wig which on her came nearly to her willowy waist. Now all she needed was something to make her look a grown-up kind of sexy. In that area the choice was an easy one to make.
As soon as she spotted the black chiffon lounging outfit in the closet, Patty knew she had to wear it. Rushing out of her own childish clothing, Patty donned the gown first which was slit right to the crotch line in front and back, and she admired herself in the full length mirror before putting on the peignoir which was trimmed around the neck and sleeves with black feathers.
Her ass looked cute enough from the back which showed a good deal of it all the way down to her dimples back there. But she was sadly lacking in the plunging neckline up front. Maybe her mother's little trick would work for Patty as well. Taking up brush and cake rouge the cunning girl created a fascimile of the cleavage that she still lacked.
Oh, it did look painted all right, but if she turned most of the lights down as she did now before the mirror there was a good chance it would look like she had grown a pair of boobs.
For the final touch, another trick she had picked up by peeking at her mother, some perfume between her make-believe tits, and a dab or two between her thighs. If she didn't drive him crazy now, Patty reasoned, she might as well give up. No matter what else he said about her, he would have to give her "E" for effort.
Just thinking about what his reaction would be was giving her hot shivers, and she wondered what great new sex things he would be willing to teach her now. There was the biggest secret of all, fucking, and neither she nor Pam had come close to it as yet.
At least she didn't think so, but how was she supposed to be sure when she didn't even know exactly what the word meant? Mommy told them both she would beat their little asses if she ever caught them fucking around, but she never did take the time to explain to them exactly what fucking was.
Well, she didn't care what Mommy did to her after she tried it. She would only try it the once, and Mommy would never find out. Jack would never tell, and how else would she ever be able to find out?
There weren't any mechanical sounds coming from the yard, but Patty took a quick look out the window to be sure then forced herself to walk sedately down the stairs to the playroom. He was there and fast asleep, a big bulge in his pants. Just the way she liked to see him.
It hadn't taken the girl very long to figure out a man was at his best when his cock was nice and big. A very good thing to remember for when she was a grown lady. Her mother was always saying silly things like that, but she would probably bust a blood vessel if she knew how her darling daughter was using it now.
She wished her heart wouldn't pound so much because Patty was positive Jack would hear it and wake up. She was just dying to sneak up on him and surprise him in some sexy way.
Jack stretched just then, his eyes still closed. He seemed to be having some kind of battle with himself a conflict very deep in his dreamworld. One more turn and he was on his back, his vulnerable crotch open for girlish grabs.
He was smiling as if inviting the girl to come and play with him. Whether this was true or not, Patty was glad to take him up on the invitation, but just how was she supposed to begin.
It all seemed so simple when Jack was awake and directing her; explaining what was happening to both of them every throbbing inch of the way. This time around she was strictly on her own, and it didn't seem simple at all.
In fact, she was downright scared, in her own home and just inches away from a man she called her daddy. You better not be chicken, she told herself. Pam certainly wouldn't be if she were here.
"I'll show you, Pam," she whispered, shaking her fist at the ceiling in the approximate direction of their room. "I'll show you who's the better twin.
Calling on all her vague and imagined fantasies for support, Patty worked herself up to the image of a mature seductress (her movie idol image once again) bringing herself to a spot just between and below his legs where she got down on her knees.
How would a man like to be awakened from his slumber? Maybe she should wake up his toy first since it was what she really wanted to play with. Her head was filled with all the questions every young girl wanted to know about the opposite sex, and what a great chance to get a head start on the other girls in her crowd.
For the first time in her academic life she was going to have herself a wild time learning a new subject. Her first lesson certainly was a lot of fun, and she didn't see any reason why the next wouldn't be as well. Just putting sister Pam in her place was reason enough to swallow all her nervous tension and go after Jack's cock.
Without the burden of bad habits an older woman would have brought to Jack's bed, Patty could only turn him on just the way he liked it most. He certainly had liked it when she used her mouth on his cock, so she decided to give it a try on her own this time.
His legs were already spread which made matters a lot easier for her. All she had to do was crawl up between them and plant a great big kiss on the bump in his pants. No sooner did her dainty lips touch down on the outline of his balls than Jack's prick began to quiver and grow.
Just that little kiss and she was getting greater results than the little girl even had the nerve to hope for. Before she could even accustom herself to the small success, Jack was wide awake and reaching for her.
He'd been dreaming about just such a fantasy and was startled to see it come to life when his eyes were open. Patty certainly didn't look comical now. Somehow she had managed to give an appearance that was just the right combination of looks from both generations.
He tugged at his dick through his pants as it had quickly built up to full fighting strength, then gave her another long once-over. It really was fantastic what some clothes and make-up could do for a child. Kind of freaky in a way, but nevertheless very exciting.
His expression showed his opinion very clearly and Patty beamed with pride. Guessing what might be going on in his mind, she moved back from him now and turned as gracefully as she could all around so he would have a full view of her.
Jack certainly didn't have to think twice about what little Patty had on her mind. Even if she was a kid, she certainly had adult activities on her mind, and he had to give her credit for using her imagination so well. With her eyes fastening on his loaded crotch every time she turned towards it, the effect of the black lingerie and her wet mouth was complete.
His hands were itching for the sexy kid's body, but he reminded himself for one last time he was supposed to be swearing off stuff like that. Hadn't he made that clear to the girls?
"You really shouldn't come down here like that. It's not right for you, little girl. It's not right for me to see you that way either."
"Don't you like the way I look, Daddy?"
Her small store of experience told her what the answer to that question was, but she couldn't resist the temptation to tease him a bit. With not much more than her feminine instincts to guide her, she held out her arms to him and ran into his embrace.
There wasn't any room at all for him to make a moral decision. She had already made it for him before she walked down the basement stairs. Patty was determined to learn it all, and she wanted it now!
"Oh, Daddy!" she murmured, her nose pressed against his ear and her fresh, clean breath caressing all his senses.
No mature woman could have turned him on more than this little girl with her innocent instincts were doing for him now, and she sensed this as she blew once more into his ear.
"Am I sexy, Daddy? I mean really....am I?"
"You certainly are."
"More than Pam? More than Mommy?"
"I would have to say yes to that, too."
"Oh, neat-o!" she exclaimed and bounced into his full lap. "Now I really want to play."
Her smile got even broader as she took Jack's hand and placed it in her lap.
"You play with my thing and I'll play with yours. Okay?" she asked.
"That seems like a pretty good way to start. Tell you what, baby. This time it's going to be your show all the way. Now how does that sound to my big, grown-up girl?"
"Just let me at it, Daddy. You'll see."
For something like that, Jack didn't have to be asked twice. His pants were open in a flash and a nice stiff rammer popped out to please the girl. She grabbed eagerly for it and rubbed it briskly between her two little hands, as if hoping to cause a fire from the friction.
"Take it easy, little girl," he told her. "You can wear it down to nothing that way."
"Oh, I'll be careful, Daddy. Don't you worry. I'm really much better than Pam, you know. She's such an old stick in the mud."
"You certainly don't look like her twin right now. I'll have to give you credit for that much. You look like a grown-up sexy woman right now. I almost wish you didn't."
"I'm not a baby! I want to do everything that Mommy does with you. You just show me how, Daddy."
"Listen, sweetheart. You don't know what you're talking about. What happened so far was something like a game. The stuff you're talking about can't be undone once it's happened. I would hate myself for the rest of my life."
"Oh, no, Daddy. No, I'll be happy, and I'll be so proud. I wanna be a woman, Daddy. Make me one, please."
Jack was greatly discomforted by Patty's aggressive behavior. He had been so attracted to the girls by their very innocence and hearing the girl speaking as a horny adult would now make him wonder if it really paid to take their situation any further.
If Patty was going to be nothing more than a diminutive version of his own wife, then why risk the penalties possibly given for having sex with such a young child? But was it really like that, or was he fishing for any sort of excuse that would ease his conscience?
But what was the use in even thinking about fighting the urgent stirring in his balls every time he looked at her? There wasn't any way the girl would allow him to back down from what she seemed to be demanding of him.
Knowing the girl as well as he did, Jack realized part of her bravado was jealousy oriented, a childish game of winner take all with her sister. So it might easily break the little girl's poor heart if he turned her down now that she had obviously gone to so much trouble on his behalf.
And while Jack was mulling things over in his mind, Patty was making all the decisions for him by putting her mouth to the tip of his cock and trying valiantly to gobble the whole thing down. Jack groaned and threw his head back.
There was no way he could back away from the action now. Patty was such a bright little student that she did a fantastic job with both lips and tongue, even if she couldn't get more than a couple of inches of his hot meat into her mouth.
What else could he do but repay her wet affection? Groping blindly through the web of black chiffon, Jack finally made his way to her smooth little pussy and traced a line along her damp slit with his finger. That light touch was all it took before the girl was doing some groaning of her own.
Her body seemed to come alive as soon as he touched her, blossoming quickly where an older woman would have forced herself to take it slow. Patty knew nothing of playing it cool. She wanted what she wanted and there wasn't any time to waste.
"Lick me, Daddy. Lick me," she urged and her stepfather was more than happy to comply.
She had to pull her head away from his dick to give the man room to work, but that was okay. Jack already knew he would be getting his rocks off in another way with the girl as she was practically begging him to fuck her in every move she made.
Jack bent the girl backwards by digging his fingers into the small, dimpled cheeks of her ass. Her dainty pink cuntlips spread and Jack dug his nose in deep. Now there was a scent no man would trade for the pungent wafting of an older woman.
He nuzzled in even closer now, rubbing the tip of his nose against her tiny button of a clit as his tongue sank into her narrow passage. Even though the girl could manage but a few quick grabs at his throbbing cock while she gave herself up to the thrills he was sending through her body by means of his tongue, Jack was still painfully close to shooting. The guy knew where it would all lead this time around.
She would be fucked before the day ended, and most likely her twin sister would be demanding equal rights. He was driving the wrong way on a one way street and there was no way in the world those two would allow him to turn around. But who the hell wanted to anyway?
Her legs were getting very rubbery, and her voice was going weak. She put her hands on Jack's shoulders for support and whispered hoarsely.
"It's getting very warm in here, Daddy. Can I take some of these things off?"
"You sure can, baby."
With shaking hands he helped the girl to strip down to the buff, and then sat back on his haunches to admire. She retained the wig, and with the make-up for the most part still fresh, Jack had to admit her look was nothing else if not startling in a very exciting way.
"Could you kiss me all over, Daddy. You said I could have anything I want, didn't you?"
Jack couldn't believe his own ears. The girl didn't have a pubic hair on her body and she already knew how to get a guy by the balls. His balls.
He got down on the floor with her and began planting his row of wet kisses from the toes up. Patty was shivering. Her mouth was very dry and she was starting to feel a little frightened of the things that were going on inside her body.
The first time it happened to her, things moved much too fast for the girl to really pay attention to all the subtle changes one step at a time. She was cuming before she understood this was the fabled orgasm she had heard so much about from the older kids.
Now is was going a lot slower. Slow enough for Patty to feel the shivery sensations change to hot tinglings in her nerve endings, and from there waves of hot vibrations that started where the kisses started, at her toes, then raced ahead to her plump little pussy.
It was then the inspiration hit her.
"I want to be a real lady. I want to try that fucking thing. Please say yes, Daddy. Pretty please?" she begged.
"All right, baby, if you really understand what's going to happen. When a man fucks a girl he takes his cock and sticks it into her pussy. Then he...."
"You mean you're going to try to push that big thing into my little pee pee hole? I couldn't get it all into my mouth and it's a lot bigger than the hole down there."
"Take my word for it. We can make it fit. You can change your mind right now if you want to."
"That sounds like a dare. Well, I dare you, too. I dare you to make that big hard thing fit into my little hole."
There it was again. The way all kids got people to play the game their way. His tension was gone, and so was his guilt. Patty had a way of doing it to him every time.
She wanted to help him out of his clothes, but wound up being more of a hindrance than a help because her hands were suddenly all thumbs. Jack got out of his clothes in spite of the girl's assistance and proceeded to tumble and tickle her all over the floor.
Her giggles turned to rollicking laughter and she started taking little nips out of his body, leaving tell-tale bruises where his wife could easily see. But Jack paid no notice and the girl was too innocent, too deeply engrossed in the fun she was having to think twice about any of it.
Finally, the girl rolled backward onto her spine and brought her knees up nearly to her chest. Her puffy little lips pouted open and Jack looked in to see a rosy slit just glistening with girlish juices. It showed she took to sexplay quite easily, and was more than ready for the next step, the big one.
Patty was even asking for it, toying with his cock as she laid there, drawing it ever closer to her sexual destiny. There just wasn't any room for second guessing, and Jack let his cock have the final say. He was going to fuck her!
If not for the insane state of his arousal, Jack would have chosen to take the slow and gentle approach in the breaking of Patty's cherry. As it was, he was on top of her and pounding through her virginal tunnel before she had a chance to take another breath.
Taking her by surprise like that was really a lucky break. It didn't give Patty any time to get nervously tight. On the very first rampaging thrust, Jack burst through her girlish barrier and ripped his way to the hot interior.
"Oh, oh, oh NO!" she screamed as reality hit her like a ton of bricks.
She played at the game of wanting to be fucked because it seemed like the sexy thing to do. But the meaning of the word was mystical to her, and she had no idea at all of what to expect.
There was a certain degree of fear in her expectations, not unexpectated for an ill-informed young girl, but there was no way she could have fathomed the sharp pain of a wall being battered down and a hot, thick shaft plowing straight through her body.
It all happened so fast. They were laughing and then she was in frightful pain. Her young mind had not time to digest it all before something new was happening within her body. The pain was being washed away on a tide of warmth and pervading vibrations.
Moments later all memory of pain was gone and Patty began to buck and hump like a natural-born little nymph. Jack expected he could handle any tears or angry bawling from the girl in her own defense, but he had truly not expected the girl to respond so beautifully.
She drove his senses to an incredible high with her supple, writhing body. Her healthy young muscles clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft like a living vise and he groaned. Never was there a tighter fit than the tunnel of a teenage virgin, and Jack knew he was hooked on young stuff for good.
Her hole was so tight that Jack had himself a little trouble on the backstroke. But once he worked up a steady plowing motion, Patty's juices began to flow like sweet cream and his cock travelled along a greased and gyrating path.
Now he had himself a little working room, Jack settled in for a nice long fuck. But Patty was going crazy beneath him, kicking and humping like a wild pony trying to unseat its rider. In the shortest run of his adult memory, Jack's balls began to empty and Patty sobbed under the new explosion of gushing cum.
The tremendous wetness was just what she needed to sooth the burnt membrane of her hole. In his final quaking moments Jack succeeded in bringing the girl past the point of her relaxation at his orgasm, and bucked hard to get her right up there with him. Scant seconds later she was bathing his shaft in warm honey and the vise-like grip was on him again.
This time it was much, much tighter, and Patty clung to him with her arms around his neck as well. His cock was a prisoner of the girl's body, and within her it remained until she had no more juice to give and went limp in his embrace.
She lay there on the floor, saying nothing, scarcely moving as the enormity of what had happened began to dawn on her. Patty was a woman now, to her way of thinking at least, and she could never go home again to childish innocence.
Her mother's husband was her own lover as well. Geraldine would never abide such a perverted triangle if she ever got knowledge of it.
Only when she had settled this problem in her mind did Patty begin thinking about her twin sister again. Geraldine would certainly be some holy terror to reckon with, but contending with Pam would have to be far worse.
She had certainly bested her this time, and nothing Pam could do from that point on would equal it. Would Jack fuck her too? Probably, but she didn't see why that should make them even again. Patty had been the brave one. Patty had turned Jack on so much that he had to fuck her the way he did.
Yup, that was it. She had broken in the man, trained him to be their lover just the way she had trained their pet dog. So she was the real sexy woman and Pam didn't even come close.
Patty was on to planning just the right word for telling Pam of her womanly conquest when Jack broke into her revery.
"Are you hurting?"
"Oh, no, Daddy. I feel just fine. Better than fine. I feel terrific. Fucking is really great fun. Let's do it some more."
"Now slow down, kitten, You know what happens when you eat three dishes of ice cream, one after the other. You start feeling kinda sick, don't you?"
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Well, it's the same thing with fucking. You shouldn't have too much all at the same time. Come here and cuddle with me, sweetheart. Let daddy hug you the way I used to way back when you were a little girl."
"I like it when you hug me, and I want you to hug me some more. But I'm not your little girl any more. Now I'm your girlfriend. Isn't that right?"
"I suppose it is, now that I think about it. Life in this house is getting more complicated all the time."
And more so if Pam wanted in on Patty's act. She was so afraid of the second-line competition, the girl feared to even mention her sister's name in case Jack wasn't thinking about laying her on his own.
Her best bet was probably to coax him into giving her all the sex he could spare from their mother, and maybe then he would be too tired to bother with "perfect Pam."
"I wish I could keep you all to myself, Daddy," she told him. "You could give me all the fucking you have."
Although her phraseology was of the most childish sort, Jack had no difficulty getting the message. She wanted him all to herself, and it had to mean trouble. He frowned and rubbed his head as he did whenever there was something bothering him.
Patty read her own meanings into the signs of Jack's discontent and decided her stepfather wasn't about to give her all his action. She should have thought it was her mother he wanted to give the bulk of his business to. But her jealousy was stronger than any logic and she thought he was wondering how Pam would compare with herself when his cum was still dripping out of her bald little cunt.
It looked like she was going to have a fight on her hands. But that was nothing new to her. Every day of her life was a battle against Pam for any kind of recognition at all. So now she would have to dig into her imagination for toppers.
Pam was still outstandingly absent from the scene and Patty had no idea at all of how long her luck would hold out. She would have to come up with something sensational and come up with it fast as there was nothing she would like better than for Pam to walk in on them and see how terrific her twin sister was with their stepfather.
"Hey, Daddy. Can I be your pet?" she suddenly asked.
"Of course you can. Do you want me to pet you, dear?"
"No, Daddy. You just lay there and I'll be your little puppydog."
At first it seemed like she was just trying to amuse him. Making her way around his body on all fours, she stopped every so often to take a sniff at his heated, naked body.
But when she had worked her way down to one of his feet and started her sniff-licking up the inside of his thigh, Jack knew she had something more than innocent fun on her mind.
Patty greatly enjoyed the taste of Jack's cock and she had not failed to pick up on the way he enjoyed it as well. Her feminine instincts told her a man would enjoy being given the royal treatment. Especially Jack. She had seen how he beamed at her mother when she brought him food on a tray, or the pipe and slippers routine. He was bound to flip over her tongue routine.
She started nuzzling her way up, stopping only to sniff at the manly aroma of sweat collected around and under a pair of hairy balls. The odor was strong, but she kind of liked it because it was so foreign to anything in a little girl's life.
Now she started to lick at them, tentatively at first, and then with greater gusto as she became accustomed to the pungent taste. She was completely on her own, and Patty found it was to her advantage. It was very important to her that Jack find her clever as well as sexy. After all she had two females to fight for his attention.
Jack spread his legs a little more so the girl would have plenty of room to play in. The creativity of young girls said A lot for their appeal. But more than that, it was the spirit of fun they exhibited that was their main appeal.
Patty was just about at the root of his cock now. He could feel her nose crinkling and rubbing against it as she worked her way up with dainty little slurps.
"Can I eat it, Daddy?" she asked. But it wasn't Jack who gave the answer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No fair hogging the whole thing," Pam yelled as she flew across the playroom.
"Now, now girls. No fighting. There's plenty of me to go around," was Jack's attempt at keeping the mood light.
But the twins weren't buying it. Patty was all for going right on up to the top of his cock and swallowing down the whole thing. But Pam wanted to try everything her sister did and she had a hunch she had already missed a lot.
"Okay, kids. I'm the referee around here and I say we should play a three-sided game so nobody will be left out. Since you seem to be the hungriest, Patty, why don't you go ahead and finish what you were munching on," he told her.
"Oh, goodie. I get the best part," Patty answered.
Pam only agreed with her until she heard what her stepfather had in mind for her.
"I know that you're feeling kind of left out, Pammy-dear. So just to make up for lost time why don't I have a little snackie-poo on you? Would you like that?"
"I wanna have everything that Patty had," she declared, and her voice became even more emphatic when she noticed the traces of blood that Patty was licking off from Jack's cock.
"You've been holding out on me," she screeched. "I know what the blood means. Patty got fucked."
Jack could see that there was no use in arguing with the girl. The best way to shut her up was to give her something that would take her mind off her look-alike, and Jack had just the tongue to do it.
Pam shucked out of her clothes and as soon as she was naked Jack motioned her to come forward. He laid his head back down on the floor and opened his mouth wide so Pam would get the idea and open her legs over him.
Nobody had to spell it out for her. Having Jack eat her out was now one of her favorite things in the whole world. Jack took her by the ankles and guided the standing girl into position just above his head with her legs spread and braced on either side of it.
Dropping her cunt down to his mouth was her own idea. Maybe Pam wasn't all that long on experience, but she sure as hell knew what she liked. Pam sat on Jack's face as tightly as she could get her cunt matched with his hungry mouth.
"You can suck that thing all you want now," Pam sneered. "I've got something just as good."
Then she began playing "rockie-horsie" over Jack's mouth, holding onto both his ears for reins.
Jack was insane with the sweet heat of her, driven even more so along those lines by the wicked tongue of Pam's twin sister. The sensations were almost too good to be real for any of them, and especially for the girls. Each of them had what she preferred and Jack was hearing no complaints for the first time since he had moved into the house with them.
Patty was doing such a good job on his cock that she was already running some stiff competition for her own mother, and Pam tasted so good he was sure he could go on eating her forever. It would have gone on that way until the three of them came, except Pam had not forgotten the loss of her sister's virginity.
"I wanna fuck now," she told him. "Everything fair and square. Patty had her turn."
Jack waited for an answer from Patty. If the two girls started fighting all over again his cock would die and they might as well forget the whole thing.
"Oh, do it to her," Patty finally answered. "Otherwise we'll never hear the end of it."
"Like Pam said, love, everything fair and square. She gets the same treatment you had."
"Oh, all right. But get it over with fast. I want to suck some more on that yummy lollipop."
Patty went off to a corner and quietly frigged herself while Jack helped Pam down on the floor. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be fingering her freshly plowed hole while Jack prepared her sister her first lay. After all, it was all in the family, wasn't it?
But she couldn't get a clear enough view of what was coming off and Patty already knew watching her sister getting something turned her on very much. Oh, she made all the right protests until it happened, but once Jack was working the girl over, Pam that a kick of her own wasn't far behind.
The young spectator inched up until she was somewhere at the level of Jack's head. He was busy making his battle plans, wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for Pam, as exciting as possible for himself. Two virgins in one day was a red letter occasion for any man. The position this time around would have to be something special.
Once again he took a few tumbles on the floor, and this time wound up with himself on his back and Pam sitting on top of him. Gently he eased her back until her cute little ass was pushing against his upstanding pole. Her muscles stiffened with anxiety. Pam wanted the fucking, but she was as afraid of it as her sister had been.
That hot, hard stick was going to turn her whole life around and it was right there behind her throbbing, ready to tear through her innocent hole and make her into a woman. Pam could no more ask for Jack to help her get it in than she could to run away from it.
The twin needed to be dominated more than her sister did. Her own needs were certainly there, but she would respond to them better if she was ordered to do so. Pam had been harboring such needs for quite a while but had kept them to herself, except for those times when Patty brought it out through their conflicts.
The girl was secretly relieved when Patty won at something. She much preferred the lower position, even if it had to be won by competition with her own twin. The trouble was Patty had never fought very hard in the past.
Now there was something new and exciting in both their lives and Patty was right there to see which way her sister would go now she was about to be fucked. Maybe once and for all she would understand Pam really wanted to be the leader of their pair.
"Tell me what to do, Daddy. I'm afraid to move by myself," Pam said.
"That's okay, baby. Don't be afraid," Jack told her forcing his tone to remain calm when he was all but shaking with excitement. "Lift yourself up and move right over my cock."
Pam was feeling too meek to refuse and too eager to ask any questions. There was an urgent, warm itching coming from the deepest recesses of her nearly bald cunt. Although she was slightly more developed than her twin, Pam was somewhat backward in her self-discovery and had no real knowledge of what happened to a woman's body when she became aroused.
The stirrings were rather vague at first, but they became more intense as her cunt came closer to the soaring heat of Jack's cock. There was a weird sensation of her cunt sucking air as the outer lips of it opened before the throbbing prick.
The delicious sensation, as if it were her first clue she was truly a sensual being, came as something of a shock to her. She shook her head, trying to clear it of pleasureable thoughts, but it didn't work. Pam was going to love getting fucked whether she wanted to or not.
One swift glance at the glittering look on her sister's face told her Patty was truly daring her to give a performance that equaled her own with their stepfather. Pam couldn't very well back out with Patty sitting there and watching every step of the way, and she really didn't want to.
There may be a good deal of pain before that big rammer was stuffed into it, and the question of it was intriguing. She had always identified with the suffering of her story-book heroines and often thought of becoming a nun so she could sacrifice all the worldly pleasures and enjoy her suffering.
Patty laughed her head off every time she told her about it, so she rarely brought it up. Now here was a chance to show them all how bravely she could take sorrow and pain. A real martyr, like Joan of Arc.
The little fantasy gave her courage she might not have otherwise, and she gingerly lowered her quaking cunt to the thick knob pointing straight at it. Jack took her by the waist as soon as he could reach it and forced her to continue coming down on it when he sensed her nerve was failing.
His cockhead was pressing part her outer lips now, and Jack felt her body tensing with fear. She was just about to pull herself up again when Jack pressed down on her hips and Pam's ass came smacking down on his belly and thighs.
Her cherry was ripped to shreds in one bounce and Pam was so startled by the heavy intrusion pressing up into her gut she never shed a tear. The dumb expression on her face was positively priceless, and Patty broke out with hysterical laughter.
This made Jack start laughing and his mood became one of real exultation. He felt he had the power to do anything he pleased with those two girls, and any newcomers as well.
Jack and her sister seemed to be having such a great time for themselves, Patty lost all desire for solitary masturbation. She wanted to be in on the real action. But how could she when Jack had only the one prick and it was in frantic use right then?
"My pussy's awful hot, Daddy. I can't make it happy by myself. Can I play with you two?"
"Climb upon my face, little girl," Jack chuckled. "I've got just what you need in my mouth."
The girl clapped her hands with glee. She had not thought it possible for one human man to be doing two such great things at the same time, but she wouldn't be the one complaining if it turned out he could.
Pam glared at her quickly, letting Patty know she was damn angry without saying a single word. After all, she hadn't intruded on Patty's time with the cock.
But she quickly saw the girl was no threat to her pleasure. Patty hopped onto Jack's face with the same lively style she used when they played "Johnny on the Pony" years before. Her dewy pussy settled beautifully over Jack's mouth and she began to grind away at it while he worked his tongue up and into her.
Being eaten had been great the first time Jack had done it to her, but it was doubly good now. Sitting on his face she could bump and wriggle to her heart's content, moving every which way so not an inch of her wet interior was left unlicked.
Her eyes were closed at first, but she could feel Pam's heated glare right through her dropped eyelids and she opened them to see a sister who no longer resembled the girl she had lived her whole life with. Her face was dark shade of red and she looked back at Patty through slits where there used to be saucer shaped eyes.
Pam, too, was looking at a stranger. Patty's hair was sopping wet and was plastered to the frame of her face. There was sweat pouring down her cheeks and her mouth was twisted in a horrible grin.
The girls were fascinated with the changes in one another, and both of them were curious about how the male side of their triangle was doing. There wasn't much of him to be seen. His face was completely covered by Patty's flopping body and his mid-section by Pam's.
Even if they couldn't see much of him, though, it wasn't difficult to know how Jack was feeling under them. His body was bucking wildly and his loud grunts could be heard quite clearly even through the muffle of Patty's grinding cunt.
Energetic as he might be, and proud of his sexual past as Jack was, no woman he ever knew had given him the fantastic jolt that the twins were. He was smothered with sweet girl juices, his nose pressed flat in the crack of Patty's ass, and his dick being worn to a nub by Pam's heavy pounding.
One girl was spurring the other to wilder motion, and the results they got from it were the most positive responses that ever came out of their stiff competition. It wasn't very long before the girls stopped shooting darts at each other with their eyes and began happily tickling each other, laughing all the while.
It wasn't all fun and games, though. Both girls were getting some pretty solid charges through Jacks' sexual skills. The kicks were making their entire bodies flush and the tingling sensation that started at the inside of their thighs crept up until even their fingers were tingling with excitement.
As their sexual heat increased, the expression of the girls became more serious. It was as if they were maturing right in front of each other's eyes and because of this giggling banter toned down to sultry sighs of erotic wonder.
Pam was still a little frightened and she held out her hand to Patty hoping there would be some security in her touch. Blood was running down her thighs and she was tempted to bounce all the harder on Jack's cock because the painful sensations were every bit as intense as the pleasureable ones.
Inside her young body was a hot poker and it burned right through all her girlish fantasies of what a fuck with a man was supposed to be like. Some girls supposed they would die when a man stuck such a huge thing into their cunts. Others thought it was nothing more than a silly game, like all the others they played. They imagined their bodies went through no change at all.
For her the greatest mystery of childhood was now answered, and part of Pam wished it had never happened. Life was so simple when a girl didn't know enough to be frightened of anything.
Patty, on the other hand, could not have been happier than she was riding Jack's face. She considered herself to be something of a veteran now and took each new adventure happily in her stride. Not that the wildly lapping tongue wasn't getting to her every bit as much as the fucking had. Each girl welcomed the new thrills in her personal way. Patty was afraid of nothing and the harder Jack wriggled his tongue inside her little hole, the wilder her gyrations became.
Pam seemed to be showing some signs of fatigue. She had already cum twice while riding on her stepfather's pogo stick and all that juice was flowing freely all over Jack's thighs. The inside of her cunt was a crimson shade of raw, and every muscle in her body was aching to be relaxed.
But the hard, upward pumping of Jack's cock kept her body continually tensed in raging heat, and her calves and thighs became long knots of discomfort. It was in the girl's power to pull herself up and climb off him, but she lacked any thoughts of her own. At that moment her destiny was riding on Jack's hard cock and she would have orgasms until he shot into her or she dropped from sheer exhaustion.
Patty had enjoyed more than her share of orgasms too. But that didn't stop her from bouncing up and down on Jack's open jaws in search for more. This girl and Jack seemed to be sharing a greater rapport than Jack did with the shier of the twins. Patty found it was not necessary for her to ask for anything in the way of new jolts.
All she had to do was reposition her body and Jack went right to it, in ways Patty didn't even know about. His tongue was still working hard when she shifted her body weight slightly forward with her luscious little ass tickling his face.
As she twisted her body around in a circular fashion, her cheeks parted of their own accord and Jack nuzzled into the sweet divide. She smelled as appetizing in back as she did in front and Jack settled in for a very tasty meal.
This left her cunt available for further pleasure and she quickly took care of it herself. Looking her sister full in the face, Patty stuck two fingers into her cunt like nobody else was there and happily began to frig herself.
"Oh, no. No more," Pam pleaded in a voice nearly too weak to be heard.
"You're an old stick in the mud," her sister retorted. "If you don't want his cock any more, then get off and let me have it."
Patty was hot as a pistol. She felt like she had enough cum still left in her to go for a couple of days. Jack's opinion had not been heard though, and with good reason.
They had all but totally wiped him out. His tongue lashed out for one more twisted lick up Patty's puckered asshole, then dropped back into his mouth. The last lunge of his cock was equally meager, but not the liquid offering that passed upward into Pam's young body.
Thanks to the girls he had built up enough jism for a couple of fucks, and he gave it all to Pam with both barrels. When his last drop spurted into the girl's body, he was all for a nice long nap.
But Patty had ideas of her own about how they should spend the rest of their time. Watching Pam getting it whacked to her, even while she was being eaten herself, had whetted her appetite for cock again.
"That's not fair, Daddy," she told him. "Patty got to use your cock more than I did."
"You should have spoken up sooner, pet," Jack told her. "My pecker has petered out."
He was joking around to raise the girl's spirits as he was sure he could not raise his own, at least for a long while. Jack tried explaining to her once more about his much needed rest, but Patty had her mind made up when she wanted some more kicks there were no two ways about it.
"It's gotta lay there and rest for a little while," Jack explained. "Have some patience."
"I don't want patience. I want cock," Patty exclaimed. "If I get it to stand up again, can I have it?"
"Now that is a deal," he told her, sure nothing short of an electric cattle prodder would be able to charge any life into him.
Jack lay down and cushioned the back of his head with his arms, preparing himself for a much-needed nap. Pam lay down beside him, curling herself to the curve of his body, sure her sister would simply lie down and join them.
Dusk had already settled and Jack reminded himself he really should get the girls dressed and put some distance between himself and them. But he was just too sleepy and content to do more than think about it. Whatever scheme Patty could be devising was certain to fail, Jack thought.
But Patty was horny. She was very horny and every time she looked at tired Jack with his tired-looking cock, she got mad at it. Determined she could raise the pitiful dead thing and have one last fling with it before it was time to split, she nudged Jack's legs apart and stealthily crept between them.
She nibbled a bit at his pubic hairs and then went in for the kill. Her hand went to his nuts and her mouth to the end of his cock in a furious rush. Time was running out for them, she was sure of that. The question was, would she be able to beat the clock by giving him a rousing hard-on and getting herself fucked before the final bell, the door bell.
In spite of all the furious activity, Patty had not forgotten the score between herself and Pam was now even. She imagined Jack saw both girls as identical in sex too, and she couldn't stand it. Jack had shown her how much a guy dug having his cock sucked.
She had to make her daddy happy, now didn't she? Jack moved one weary hand to the top of Patty's head as if he could just brush her away, but she refused to budge. Jack was convinced she could work on him for the next twenty-four hours and not even raise it a fraction.
The girl was too young to know even the best of men has his limits. She refused to give up on her tired stud, determined to work him up to one last hard-on which she intended to have all to herself.
Her tongue wiggled around the tip of his cock, causing it to swell. She searched in his pisshole with it, looking for even the most meager of offerings to prove there was yet some strength left in it. Patty had always been a quick study, but at fucking she had outshone even herself.
Less than a handful of days in her experience and she already picked up on some of the finer points in pleasing a man. Patty labored slowly over the man, her hands kneading the hairy nuts while her mouth took long, loving strokes on Jack's tired dick.
It responded in an equal fashion, lazily picking up its head and then stretching itself to renewed vigor. Jack tried to fight it, feeling weary in spite of his growing hard-on, but it was like fighting the forces of nature itself and he finally surrendered to the call.
"Look what you did to me!" he told Patty in a tone that was supposed to sound like anger but convinced neither one of them.
"You said I could have it if it got hard. Look how it's standing right up in the air.
She smiled proudly at the results of her handiwork and patted his cock fondly on the top of its head.
"Mine, all mine," she announced and stood up spreading her legs as she put herself astride Jack's body.
"But, baby," he pleaded, a bat of an eye too late. She was already hovering her widespread cunt over his waving joint and calmly lowering herself down on it.
"You don't have to do anything for me, Daddy. I'll do all the fucking myself."
This announcement caught Pam's attention and she sat up to watch her sister perform. Her own body felt totally content and she scratched a bit of fried cum off the inside of her thigh, then looked down to her fingers to examine it, the proof she was after all, now a woman.
No matter what her sister did from that moment on, Pam would not feel the slightest bit inferior. She had enjoyed the fucking in her own special way, with just the perfect degree of discomfort and all she needed now to make her day truly perfect was for Patty to best her at it.
When that happened the dream of all her childhood would be answered. Patty would have beaten her at something and the contest would be over. They could truly love each other as closely as twin sisters should. Patty could now be the one who got all the credit and Pam could be the romantic dreamer she preferred to be.
Why she could even have Jack all to herself if that was what she wanted. Pam had learned her own lessons well, and couldn't wait for school to begin so she could try them out on some boys in high school she was absolutely drooling over.
So inwardly shy was this girl that she was sure only being a good lay would get her a chance with the older boys. The worst was over now. She knew a cock was really an instrument of fun and not the deadly torture their mother had portrayed it.
She guessed Jack could have taught them a lot more great stuff if time had allowed. But no matter. Those boys she was dying to lay had to know a trick or two themselves, and the learning was going to be great fun.
"Go ahead, Patty. Give it your best," she encouraged her sister. "You show him how."
Patty started to bounce away on Jack's belly, getting the full length of his dick up and into her on the first shot. She reached behind herself on a downward thrust and latched onto his balls, yanking playfully at them whenever their bodies came into slamming contact.
Her sister's fevered fucking brought Pam out of her private revery and she began to watch the action with great interest. Although the two looked very much alike, Pam felt she had not done nearly as good a job when she was in the fucking position herself. She was happy her sister had the limelight now.
She was content to simply sit there and watch it all, but Patty was in an especially magnanimous mood since her sister was bowing to her own greater skill.
"There's still room for you, sis," she said. "You can have the spot I used before. You know how great Jack is with his tongue."
"May I, Daddy?"
"Why sure. I'm wide awake and raring to go now."
So the tables were turned and everyone was happy. Pam didn't mind getting her previous cums licked off her thighs and cunt. She didn't mind at all. This time around, Pam was turned with her back to her sister, as if in deference to some deviated sense of privacy.
She began to rock her body back and forth on Jack's face so her cuntal lips were well massaged as he took care of her innards with his skilled tongue work.
It was easy work for the girls, but more of a work-out for Jack. The girls were not moving in unison this time and he couldn't get his own actions working together on them. Still, the spirit was willing and he did his best.
Patty was trying to make the fuck last forever. Every time she felt Jack speeding up a little too much, she knew he meant to shoot, and forced him to slow down with her own body language.
But Pam did not have that kind of control. Her cunt, already hot from thoughts about teenage cocks didn't need too much friction before she was wetting Jack's face. Pam's body was shuddering and she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from screaming out loud.
This last orgasm was taking a lot of her strength.
The fucking had weakened her to such an extent she felt all her resources were completely drained. That she was coming at all was something of a miracle. This time her flush was nearly feverish.
She began to babble and spit drooled out of the corners of her mouth. Everything she owned was tingling hotly. She almost forgot there was anyone else in the room. Her hole was still pouring juice out when she rolled off Jack's face and onto the floor. Her eyes were wide open but she seemed to be unconscious.
When Patty saw her lying there she got herself good and scared. From even that short distance it was hard to tell if she was still alive, much less happy about it. The sight was so startling, she actually missed a stroke in her steady fucking.
Jack took one look at the prone girl and immediately understood. One cum too many. Pam had flown so high, it would be quite some time before she came back down to earth again.
He couldn't take much more himself. If it weren't for the fact Patty was doing all the work, he would have dropped out of the game some time back. Lucky for him that the girl was finally worked up to a roaring cum. He was ready to shoot a few seconds after she jumped up on for her ride.
Now there was no further reason for holding back and his hose went off, showering the inside of Patty's body with his hot cream. Way inside her narrow channel Patty was making some wet stuff of her own, and it mingled with Jack's on the way down.
Hers was a groan of satisfaction, but his was a groan of agonizing relief. He had enjoyed the ride with the two girls astride him very much, but he should never have allowed it, knowing how much the first one had tired him. How his balls were reading way past empty and they hurt.
How the hell was he expected to act bright-eyed and bushy tailed when his wife finally decided to come home? A weekend without her would normally have had him hot enough to rape her before she put her second foot through the front door. Just how was he going to explain why he couldn't get it up for her?
He didn't even have the strength to help Patty off his body. His cock, red and sore was still standing, but not because there was any juice left in it. The damn thing seemed to be frozen in that position, having been swollen to the limit and made to take so much friction it simply would not go down.
When Patty finally found her own way down, Jack doubled up and grabbed his nuts because of the pain when her body rubbed against them in passing. He was all for having the girls help him upstairs and run a nice oiled tub when they heard the car pulling into the driveway.
The old lady was on her way Mound to the front door and none of them even had energy enough to pick up their clothes and head upstairs on the run. No point in trying. Jack muttered something to the girls about winging it, but they didn't understand. All three of them were scared shitless. Just what was dear old mommy going to think?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Geraldine chose the long way around, inching her way along the narrow rose-shrubbed bath that led back to the front of the house. She needed the extra time to come up with an alibi that would be even the slightest bit believable.
Jack had been really good in a lot of way which counted, and she didn't want to lose him altogether so early in the game. The young stuff had been okay for what it was, but she still needed something tried and substantial to keep her in tune with the world.
She shouldn't be skipping out so often anyway. The girls were at an age when they were eager to try their wings, and while she wasn't much for playing by the books, she had to have some sense of responsibility where the girls were concerned.
But there was an immediate problem and she better figure out a way to handle it before they rushed to greet her at the door. How was she supposed to come off as hot and horny after their three day separation when her cunt was practically bloody on the inside from the wild fucking the young stud had been giving her all night.
Oh, Geraldine could always use a few extra bangs in bed, but a lady her age had to be a little practical. Her robust health couldn't hold out forever. Nothing wrong with hanging on to a trusty cock for a rainy day, and Jack was damn good for his age, or most ages for that matter.
If not for the fact she dug on some variety now and then, she and Jack would have a very good relationship. She supposed he was worth a bit of extra stamina from the deep well of her resources. A man should always feel he was sorely missed, even if it wasn't exactly the truth.
He was probably standing right by the front door, chomping at the bit for some much needed action, and would no doubt raise a real stiff one as soon as he saw her. She stopped where she was and fished in her purse for compact and comb. Her back was to the house and she propped the mirror up on the hood of the car.
It fell down with a clatter, alerting the people inside and giving them just enough time to make it the hell upstairs to their respective bedrooms before she had time to turn her key in the door. They were up there breathing heavy sighs of relief while Geraldine walked around the first floor in search of a welcoming party.
Any one of the three would have been satisfactory, but Jack was the one she really wanted. A rush of guilt swept over her as soon as she saw the familiar surroundings of home and family. She needed to screw him for the sake of her peace of mind as she doubted Jack was doing any extra-curricular screwing when she wasn't around. Most of the time it was kind of a good feeling to know he was faithful to her. Except, of course, during the times when she was out getting laid behind his back.
Some day he was going to find out the truth about his "faithful" wife and there would be all hell to pay because she wouldn't have a single accusation to throw back at him. There she was, gone for practically the whole weekend and good-hearted Jack probably had his hands full of trouble with the girls.
"Pam? Patty? Anybody home?" she called. But neither girl answered. They were too busy hunting for fresh clothing so they would look spic-and-span happy when they came out to greet their mother.
"Hey, Jack! Are you here?" she called as she made the turn onto the staircase landing.
Her voice was trembling a bit now. Possibly being alone in the house was giving her a very scary feeling. It was really late for everyone to be out of the house.
Maybe something dreadful had happened, and she would have only herself to blame. They were really her own children after all. Now she was really scared, her own guilty thoughts frightening her more than reality. Maybe one of them was ill. Maybe they were upstairs sleeping.
Choosing blood relations first, she ran to the girls' bedroom and burst through the door. There were her two little darlings. Pam helping Patty set her hair, both of them looking fresh-faced and sweet.
She held them tightly for a couple of moments, satisfied all was well with her off-spring. Now her conscience was slightly clear, she felt blameless enough to look for her husband.
"Where's Jack?" she asked them.
"Jack? Jack who?" Pam said.
"She means daddy, you dummy!" Patty answered, giving her sister an elbow in the ribs.
"He's around here somewhere, Mommy. We really haven't been paying much attention."
"If that isn't typical of you girls. You probably wouldn't even know if a burglar was in the house."
She laughed then, left the girls to their coiffures and walked down the hall to the master bedroom with adjoining bath. The sounds of running water and a singing male were just what she needed to put her completely at ease.
Jack was in the tub, his head resting against a foam pillow, a tall beer sitting on the edge. As he thumbed through his latest girlie magazine, Jack fiddled with his dick, more out of habit than need.
He was grateful for the few minutes of composure time the girls had afforded him through their long greeting with their mother. The hot, oiled tub was just what he needed to wash his sins away. At least for a little while. If nothing else, he would certainly appear as innocently relaxed when she came in to see him.
Geraldine thought she was coming in to surprise him, and in a way she was. He had been absent-mindedly tugging at his balls when he thumbed through the first few pages. But one girl in particular, no more than eighteen he was sure, happened to hit him where it counted the most.
Her hair was tied in pigtails and she had a pair of knockers that stood out clear to the end of the next page. Those freckles of hers carried all the way down her shapely body and along the outward spread of her thighs. Jack's cock, dog-tired though it was, began to show some signs of swelling. Geraldine walked in on him just as he was starting to stroke it for real. Her eyes went straight to his submarine as the bow started climing up out of the water.
Tired as she might be, Geraldine always thrilled to the sight of nice stiff dick and this was no exception.
"Is that hard-on in honor of my homecoming?" she asked, and leaned over him to take a peek at the magazine herself.
"Well, almost," he gallantly answered, but by then Geraldine had seen the voluptuous chick and was not too pleased.
"So that's what you were up to!" she accused him. "Don't you think you're a little old for kid stuff like that?"
She really deserved to be told what kind of "kid stuff" he had been up to all weekend, but the small satisfaction he would get for verbally slapping her in the face wouldn't be worth a future without Geraldine and the girls both. Better to swallow his pride and play it along. He could only win that way.
"What did you expect me to do with you away all weekend. A fella gets pretty horny when his favorite piece of ass is off getting whittled somewhere," he told her.
"You could have waited for me to catch up with you. You should have known we would have a terrific Sunday night making up for all that lost time.
Geraldine dove into the tub with her hand, fishing for his balls and getting exactly what she was after. A swift pinch where the sac was joined to his body and Jack bellowed in real pain.
"That was to remind you those things belong to me. You're too old for fiddling."
Jack answered her by splashing water all over the front of her body and she sputtered when a second splash hit her full in the face. Geraldine bent over the tub and tried to push his head under the water, but she made the mistake of not watching where his hands were at that moment. He had her by the back of her neck in a split second, and flopping into the tub with him before another had passed.
Her make-up was running down her face in garish streaks and her hair floated limply around her. It was fun to tease him a little, but now he was doing some of the same to her, Geraldine didn't like it at all.
She was suddenly clawing at his face and shrieking at him as if she were battling a fight for her life with an unknown assailant. Jack was the one really to blame for the tone of violence the entire scene was taking on now. He was trying to pass the guilt he had been harboring all weekend on to her by turning their loving welcome scene into an S & M fight to the finish.
Whichever it was, though, the results were just the same, and his cock was growing rapidly rigid. Geraldine didn't question any of it. She was feeling the same sense of violent excitement herself. If it could get to her like that when she was feeling almost exhausted from her rousing weekend, then it was just fine with her, no matter what the cause.
Water was splashing all over the tile walls and floors, turning his magazine into a pulpy mess and running out through the open door and onto the carpeted hallway. Neither of them noticed.
Geraldine's hand took a quick dive under the water, and she pinched whatever she could grab first which happened to be the spongy end of his dick. Pinching the eye of it cruelly together, she caused her husband to yelp in pain. His prick grew rigid then, and their sadistic fun turned into very serious business.
"Bitch!" he yelled in her ear. "Bitch!!"
"And what are you? Some silly ass kid who has to beat his meat because he can't give it to a girl?"
"If you were any kind of a wife you would have been here to help me out."
"Is it help you need for your kiddie game? Okay, I'll give you help."
Geraldine had to lift herself up out of the water and sit along the back of the ledge where bubble bath and back scrubber usually resided in order to give herself enough room to work in. Now Jack could slide down a little more and hang one thigh over the edge.
He knew his wife very well. Since they first became lovers, back in those exciting days when it was love on the sly, he noticed what just the sight of a hard dick did to her. She all but foamed at the mouth and her palms went wet with wanting to make a grab for it.
With so much of the water having been splashed out of the tub, Geraldine had a clear field to play in. Only the rest of his stalk and hairy nuts still remained under the surface.
"What kind of man did I marry? Just how often have you played with yourself? Whenever I wasn't around?"
"None of your fucking business," he answered just to keep up his macho image.
"You're probably jerking off every time my back is turned. I must have married a pervert."
Geraldine didn't mean a word she was saying, but she did like the masterful sound of it. Her voice was raised loud enough for the girls to hear, but she didn't care. Sooner or later they would have to learn the hot truth about men anyway.
The water was clearing now that they weren't splashing around so much and Geraldine started down at the cock she had come to know and love. There was a lot to be said for a young dick, mostly about the boundless energy its owner seemed to have.
But Jack had something special, and it was the main reason she had decided to marry him. His cock was longer than most, and he had a little edge with width as well. But neither of these made him stand out as much as his hard-driving style did.
Young guys seemed to have a problem with getting off too soon, probably because the idea of making it with an older woman might be tinged with ideas of perversion. Or maybe they simply lacked the skill of self-control that usually came with the years. Although they could get it up faster and cum more often, making it with a young guy seemed to be singularly lacking in the security she had always felt with Jack. He was the one guy she never had to worry about when she was away from him. Young guys were probably getting into the next lady's pants before the first one was dry between her legs.
With these comforting thoughts in mind, Geraldine turned her touch to a gentler one, trying to give his cock the affection it has been missing since the Friday night she left. She rubbed her finger along the underside of it and traced the vein which pulsated under her touch.
Geraldine was getting very, very hot. She hung onto his cock with one hand for dear life while she stripped off her soaked clothing with the other. Jack was trying to appear cool, but he was hot in a way the girls could never have turned him on.
Jack was actually enjoying the masterful approach Geraldine was taking with their lovemaking. It was such an exciting change from being a teacher to both girls and answering all those juvenile questions. But then, wasn't it their very youthful innocence that made the twins so appealing to him?
Nothing like a lot of variety in a guy's sex life, he supposed. He was certainly glad Geraldine had chosen such a novel approach on their first time together since he had made it with the girls. He was so sure he wouldn't have been able to raise a respectable hard-on any of the more conventional ways.
There was something else kind of good in the approach Geraldine was taking with him now. He was getting to see a side of the woman which had been hidden until then. The strong, masterful type of woman had been the kind he normally stayed away from as he was not interested in turning screwing into a no holds barred match at which neither the man nor the woman could really win.
But getting it as a surprise serving from Geraldine was attractive in an almost hypnotic sort of way. If she kept coming up with those new twists in their sex life, and he could still have the girls on the side, then Jack might never have to roam from the family for any sort of action at all.
Geraldine reached out with both hands now and placed Jack's cock snugly between them. Her message was breathing vigorous life into it, and only Jack knew just how much he really did need her assistance. His great response to her was clearly visible and Geraldine's eyes opened wide with appreciation as his dick darkened and swelled with blood.
Thoroughly screwed as she might have been all weekend, Geraldine was puffing pretty hard as she labored over her husband's growing cock. There was a lot to be said about time softening the edges of a memory. Not even two. hours away from the young stud and her cunt was already watering for the more mature one.
Jack's eyes were half closed. He was all for settling back and letting his woman work him over. She was already doing a good job of it and damn it all if Geraldine didn't know all about it.
"So this kid stuff really does get to you, doesn't it?" she commented with a sly grin.
"That depends on who's doing the work," he answered.
"So an old lady like me turns you on. Is that what you're saying? What if some sweet, young little thing happens to come along and her hands are itching for a sample of your meat. What would you do about that?"
"Wouldn't want to hurt the little lady's feelings. You got somebody in mind for me?"
"Watch that, Jack! I don't even like it as a joke. What I've got here in my hands belongs to me and only me. Is that clear?"
Just to make sure he was getting her message, she gave his tool a good strong tug and Jack winced from the pain. His cock however was responding rather well to the mild form of punishment, and he became curious about how much of it would change that unusually pleasant sensation to the kind of pain he would have to fight off.
Geraldine was not blind to the devious workings of her husband's mind. It was his thirst for the unknown that had attracted her to him in the first place. From the very first he had helped her uncover those very same interests in herself and the results had been some of the most exciting sex sessions she had ever known.
Age certainly hadn't stopped her husband from giving his all and constantly trying new things. Now if he only had a little more stamina like the super jocks she was finding at all those weekend places, she could very easily decide to stay home and be the perfect, faithful wife.
The fact that it could be her own fault for Jack's not trying a little harder with her lately did not enter Geraldine's mind. The woman was so proud of her own abilities, sometimes to the point of dominating the men who came into her life and telling them where to get on and off, she truly believed any shortcoming in her sexual relationships with them had to be their fault and not hers.
As she sat there in the tub with him, Geraldine saw herself as having absolute power over all she surveyed, which happened to be the sum total of her husband's body at that moment. She had a hunch he was really under her spell right then and would do anything she asked, even if it meant something really freaky like her using a dildo on him for a change.
"You know, I was thinking about letting you get into me tonight," she teased. "But now I see how you've been spending your spare time away from me, I guess I don't have to bother."
"Now who's playing the kiddie games," he retorted. "You can stuff that rusty old cunt of yours with a broomstick for all I care. I can take care of my hard-on. I can take care of it a lot better than you care to admit."
"Oh! So now you're telling me you don't need a woman. Maybe you need a little reminder."
Geraldine had a sound screwing in mind when she made the remark, but that would only please him and give him a good edge on winning the argument. Much as her cunt was itching to be plowed by her husband's dick, she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she wanted him.
"To tell you the truth," she said, "I was thinking a lay would be nice right around now. But fucking is only for men, and you've shown me you're nothing but a boy. This is what I do for little boys like you, Jack."
She started pumping his dick in earnest now, taking a good grip so he would really feel the benefits of her handiwork. His arguing stopped as soon as the genuine jerk-off began and soon he was moaning instead of cursing her. So adept at hand jobs was his wife, Jack actually forgot about the sexy little twins for the first time since he had been living in the house with them.
"Look at that nice fat prick!" Geraldine exclaimed. "I wonder if I should let it shoot."
"Have a heart. Don't stop now," he pleaded.
"Why shouldn't I?" she taunted and dropped her hands.
Right then her face bore the most sadistic of smiles and she stuck her ample breasts out proudly. Whether she got laid or not at that time, Geraldine still would have proven who was boss in the bathtub.
"Maybe you wanna try shooting without me," she taunted. "See if you can do a better job than I can."
"All right then. If that's the way you want it. I will."
Jack had all he could stomach of the dumb little game his wife wanted to play with him. If his dick wasn't so goddamned hard, he would have walked out of the bathroom and left her squatting where she was in the tub. But it was hard and he had to do something about it.
His thoughts rushed ahead to the twins then, but he knew he would never be able to get away with it while his wife was in the house. That was one way to punish her for teasing him so. Still, it wasn't worth putting his future with the twins in jeopardy. If he wanted to punish Geraldine, he would have to come up with another way.
The obvious was best, and he went right to it. Climbing out of the water, he sat at the edge of the tub, his back to the woman, and calmly began to beat his meat. .
"You're not going to do that while I'm here," she screeched, and Jack knew the battle was turning.
Geraldine eased her way through the water until she was kneeling right behind Jack in the tub. Her arms slid around his waist and she was able to smack her fist over his knuckles, gaining herself a second in which to take hold of his cock herself.
"How dare you think you can match me for style," she said, and started working his meat over much more roughly than before.
At another time he might have complained about her crude handling of his most precious possession. But the firm friction to his sensitive flesh just hit the spot this time around.
"Wouldn't you like to screw me?" she asked and Jack had to admit he would.
"Well, this is all I'm giving, dear husband, so take it or leave it," she snickered.
"Come on, Geraldine. It's not funny any more."
"All right, I'm sorry. I was only trying to find out how badly you wanted it."
"So now you know. Get busy, bitch, or I just might put it to you where you least expect it."
Geraldine didn't have much trouble figuring that one out. Ass-fucking was hardly a threat to her since she was rather curious and thinking about trying it with him one of these days. This was not something she cared to attempt with any of her new, younger lovers. They were just a bit too aggressive for anything that risky for her health on the first try. So let Jack think he was threatening her. One of these days she might just allow him to have his way, and wouldn't it be great for that colossal ego of his.
"You just relax now, lover. Momma will take care of everything," she told him and encircled his waist once more.
This time when she reached for his dick there wasn't any hand grasping it but her own. She almost recoiled from it, so great was the heat and the throbbing.
His prick was almost as familiar to her hand as her own cunt was, and yet she had never felt it quite that hot. Apparently the sadistic touch had something to say for it.
Just to check out her supposition, Geraldine ran the palm of her hand across his cockhead and it came away with a long thread of his previous lubrication. Geraldine smiled to herself and said nothing. She would file away that information for future reference. Seeing how far she could take him on such a kick should prove to be interesting.
Geraldine allowed his prick to swing free while she played with his nuts for a little while. Those groans she was hearing from up front told her he wouldn't be able to take much more of her teasing action.
If she went just one step too far, Jack could easily haul off and bust her right in the mouth. He had done it before for less reason than he had right then. But wasn't it great kicks having him on the receiving end for a change! Too great not to take it just a tiny bit more like scratching all around his pubic bush, not even a fraction away from the spot that really needed attention.
"Please, Gerry, please," he croaked and his wife knew she was making all the right moves.
With just the edge of her fingernails, Geraldine ran along the lips of his sensitive undervein and the man shivered with pleasure from one end of his body to the other. Seeing how well he was taking to it, Geraldine used her other hand around his balls in a similar manner. The groans were getting considerably louder.
Why was he letting her string him along that way, Jack asked himself. Because he liked it was the answer, but Jack would be damned to hell before he admitted it to Geraldine.
"You ... finish ... me ... or I'm walking," he whispered with more words than strength of will.
Jack was really going crazy and there were no two ways about it. If she didn't get going pretty soon, the guy was probably going to pop all by himself.
Geraldine leaned her face over and cradled it against Jack's cheek.
"Please, baby. Finish me now," he begged and this time Geraldine could not refuse him.
She started pumping his meat as hard as she could, but greased lightning would not have been fast enough for Jack by then. His body was going into spasms just seconds after her hand began to work him over.
Jack reached behind himself, groping blindly for anything female he could hang on to. It was her soft, pliable belly, and he would rather hang onto one of her great, heaving tits for security. Anything was helpful then because expertise was sending her husband on a rocket to the moon, and just watching it happen was enough to bring Geraldine to the same kind of orgasm.
Geraldine had seen many a man enjoy many an orgasm, but nothing compared to what Jack was going through now. She was so thrilled with what a kicky little game could bring about, her own cunt was pulsing in and out, droplets of her womanly fluid flowing freely all the time she was teasing him.
It was true she had control over all her actions with her husband, but she was finding out she could hardly be cold-blooded about it all. He barely laid a glove on her and Geraldine felt just as hotly excited as if he had been screwing her cunt for the past half hour.
Soon she found herself kneeling in a pool of her own cum, her body shuddering violently and sweat standing out all over her body while she continued to pump her man. Jack bent over suddenly, as if he was in intense pain. In a way, he was.
His wife had been teasing him for so long, allowing his juices to build many times, only to bring him down again. Now that he was finally being allowed to shoot, his balls were twisted in near agony. Jack bent over and gripped them, howling like a wounded animal as his cum sprayed the entire bathroom floor before it slowed down to more normal spurts.
Geraldine's cum was faster but no less intense. She screwed her eyes tightly shut and threw both arms around Jack's waist so she could hang on for dear life. When the heat and the shaking got really bad, she laid her head on his shoulders and began to sob.
The intensity of her own orgasm brought about in such a kinky manner overwhelmed the woman's senses and she felt like one of her own daughters had, excited and frightened at the same time. The last time she had been that hot was when she and Jack were on their honeymoon and he ate her for a full hour before giving her his dick. Geraldine was truly hysterical and threatening to jump out the hotel window if he didn't screw the hell out of her.
She was able to open her eyes just in time to see Jack's juices spraying all over the place. It looked like his balls would be emptied of his lifetime supply, and yet Geraldine could not stop pumping him. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and as her body continued to shake, so did Jack's cock.
The last of his cum trickled down over the tops of his thighs, and when Geraldine's hand began to slip on the diminishing length of meat, she slumped tiredly across his back. Her body was hot enough to feel like fever, and she was tired enough for it to be the case.
Her cum was turning to a cold puddle right where she was sitting, but she lacked the energy to move out of it. Apparently the rough act was just as tiring for the aggressor as it was for the recipient. Geraldine would have to keep that in mind the next time she tried it. No S & M after a long weekend of fucking.
It took a while for either one of them to move from the spot at which they ended. But when Jack did move he was angry all over again. Now that he knew Geraldine had no inkling at all of what her husband might have done for kicks all weekend, he felt he could afford to lay in on her heavy for humiliating him so.
It was true he did get his jollies, and heavy at that. But never let a woman know how great it was. That was his motto and he had no intention of changing it now.
After all, he had two youngsters to train, and he owed it to the males of their world they be trained properly.
CHAPTER NINE
Jack snarled back at his wife, then stalked out of the bathroom, hoping he could stay sufficiently angry for the rest of the evening, as this would give him a good cover for the guilt feelings about the twins he was still harboring.
For a while there he actually had the woman convinced he was resentful of being without her service all weekend. When he saw the concerned look on her face, he knew he had control again, at least for the moment.
Geraldine was very concerned. Those young boys could never fully take the place of a skilled, experienced stud like Jack, and she had no intention of ever letting things between herself and her husband get so bad he might contemplate leaving her.
But he was damn angry at her right now, and if she allowed his hostile feelings to grow against her there might never be another weekend like the last. There might not even be a Jack. It was important she make up with him before the night was over. The girls were behaving in a blessedly quiet manner that evening, so she would be able to concentrate on her husband.
The question of why they were not giving her any trouble did cross her mind, but she had no chance to search for an answer. That would have to come later, once Jack was securely in the fold once more.
It was still a little on the early side for sleeping, but she noticed Jack was showing signs of great fatigue. If she didn't know better about the kind of faithful husband he was, Geraldine would have sworn he was weary from too much fucking.
No, it was probably all the yardwork he had done. What else could it be when he had stayed home to take care of the girls.
Now she was the one feeling guilty, and knowing she had to do something about it. She pictured her husband, the poor darling, working his fingers to the bone around the house and caring for two girls who were not even his own daughters. He was a man who deserved the very best loving care a wife could give him ... and Geraldine was going to see that he got it.
Jack slipped into a short terry robe on his way out of the bathroom, and left his wife to clean the place up while he stopped in on the girls to say "goodnight." It wasn't easy for him to maintain a deadpan expression once he opened their door, but he knew it was essential to keeping his secret about the girls.
The girls started to get giggly when they saw him standing there, but his straight face served as a warning their mother was in close earshot, and they made very polite goodnights which went so far as to exclude even the briefest of hugs. Neither of the girls had any desire to keep their new relationship with their stepfather a dark secret, but Jack was not lacking in maturity as they were and he knew the consequences of being found out could be very serious indeed.
For this reason he spent less time in the girls' bedroom than he usually did for their bedtime ritual. If Geraldine suspected anything, then it might be her husband was angry with the girls for some minor indescretion.
Geraldine cleaned up the bathroom in a hurry and beat her husband to their bedroom. Her mind was filled with ways she could appease her sense of guilt and bring Jack to be happy with her all over again.
When he entered the toom she was sitting at her dressing table wearing her most seductive satin nightgown which seemed to be strangely wrinkled. Geraldine was sure she washed and pressed the thing just before she left on Friday. But how could that be possible when it looked like it had been through a battle now.
The possibility one of her daughters might have worn it to a little foray of her own did not enter the woman's mind. This was odd in itself as Geraldine lost her own virginity a good year younger than the girls were now. Oh well, she always supposed she sheltered her little darlings too much. One of these days she would have to sit down with them and clue them in on the facts of life.
Jack took one look at her wearing the gown her daughter filled in such totally different ways, and found Geraldine looking quite comical in it now. His look was one of sly amusement, but Geraldine thought she saw distaste in it and wished there had been time to change into something else.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and wished he could come up with some excuse for why he wanted to sleep on the downstairs sofa for the night. His legs planted hard on the floor, Jack let his robe fall open around his lap and stared off into space, oblivious of the fact his limp pecker and balls were hanging out.
Sex was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment and that was just the way he wanted it. Life was getting too confusing for him to handle well.
If either the girls or his wife were so dreary in the sack he could easily turn away from them, then life would be so much simpler than it was with every cunt in the house being four star. He never thought any guy could have so much cunt available he didn't know what to do with it.
Jack rubbed his eyes, then stared intently down at the floor. If he had any kind of luck at all, he would fall right to sleep. He seemed to be unaware Geraldine was watching him all that time.
She didn't like what she was seeing at all. A happy husband was a faithful one, and Jack didn't appear to be in exactly a jovial mood. What he needed now was the royal treatment.
Geraldine walked softly over to her brooding husband and got down on her knees before him. He was still so deeply into his own thoughts he didn't even notice his wife kneeling before him until she ran her lips along the inside of his hairy thigh.
There was no sadder sight, she thought, than a limp dick and the sooner she did something about it, the better for both of them. To put Jack in the right frame of mind, Geraldine nuzzled up against his balls, inhaling deeply of the strong male aroma.
Jack was starting to respond now. Even if his tone sounded more like a grumble than a moan, at least he was getting his thinking back on the right track. She took a few swipes at his balls with her tongue and found Jack's mood was elevating almost as rapidly as his cock was.
She continued lapping his balls until his hardening cock was bouncing on the top of her nose and she could no longer ignore it. Her tongue pointed upwards and she started licking along the underside of his shaft, feeling the throbbing of his vein there with the tip of her curled tongue. The sigh she heard from him this time was certainly one of pleasure.
His hands, which had been hanging loosely at his sides, caressed the top of her head now and Geraldine knew she had him in tow. The shift in their positions, with Geraldine paying him oral worship on her knees was just what Jack needed to boost his faltering ego.
He had felt like a dumb kid when she jerked him off in the bathroom. Now Jack felt like he was king of the hill!
Geraldine was openly mouthing the head of his cock, bringing it up to the prime of readiness by running it all around her lips. She continued to do so until the first drops of his lubrication passed down her hungry throat. To her it was only an appetizer.
What she wanted was the main course and she opened her mouth wide to gobble it down. If it wasn't totally hard before she took in the whole thing, it was certainly rigid by the time his cockhead hit the back of her throat. Geraldine loved the salty taste of Jack's juices running down her throat, and she dug her tongue into the eye of his cock, shoveling out whatever more of the stuff it could find there.
Jack let his body fall back against the bed, shielding his eyes from the glaring overhead light with his elbow and forcing himself to block out all thoughts but the one of a warm, wet mouth laboring over his cock. Having to come up with another load of spunk in fairly short order wasn't going to be easy, but Geraldine knew her husband was much more than a one shot man and there was no excuse he could devise to explain why his balls were already empty.
"Come on, Gerry," he tried to tell her. "It's late and I've had a pretty rough weekend."
That might all be true, Geraldine thought, but she still wasn't taking no for an answer. Not when she had a mouthful of cock and more where that came from. She curled her lips over her teeth and sucked down hard on his shaft.
She was really getting to him now and they both knew it. Jack tried his best to squirm away from her, clawing the bedspread and trying to get some moisture back in his mouth. But Geraldine refused to let go of him, grabbing his balls now while her mouth continued to work him over.
"I don't want to cum," he muttered, but Geraldine refused to believe it.
Instead she sucked all the harder and pretty soon Jack wasn't saying anything that could be made out clearly. The groaning of a very lusty man was all she really cared about.
The twitching and throbbing in her mouth was driving her crazy and she felt the same sense of power she discovered in the bathroom all over again. Only now Jack saw what she was doing as an act of adoration and he seemed to feel much better about it.
That was important too. The fact she so thoroughly enjoyed sucking cock was beside the point.
Jack stopped trying to move away from her and grabbed two handfuls of her long hair, clutching it as a drowning man might clutch a lifesaver.
He had fought so hard against her when she started blowing him, but now he was totally captive to her, submissive in every way. When Geraldine moved her head back from his dick now, the man could only sob because it felt so cold and lonely when it wasn't in his wife's mouth.
Secure in her power over him once again, Geraldine pursed her lips and dared to try a little teasing. Wet little kisses up and down on the back of her head, urging her to take the whole thing in her mouth again.
Instead, Gerry ran her tongue up across the cock head and then back to the root of it on the upward side. Jack was humping against her face now, doing everything he could to get his cock back in her mouth without actually shoving it in there with his own two hands.
Geraldine was happy as a lark. Nothing pleased her more than to drive a man into a sexual frenzy. The teste of hot cock wasn't exactly unpleasant to her either. All the time she was sucking on it, her tongue dug around in his pisshole, constantly searching for fluid nourishment.
Jack was quick to serve her. No matter what the woman's other faults might be, he never could knock her style of blowing him. Now, if talent like that was inherited, Jack was going to have more than the average man's share of oral kicks.
"So good. So good," he muttered as his erotic daze deepened.
His wife was in tune with every tick of his heart, as if he could transmit all his emotions through the length of his cock. It wasn't charging fast enough, she thought. Where was her husband getting all his willpower after going without his goodies for so long?
Surely she couldn't have done him in on the one simple jerk-off she had performed in the bathroom. Strange, anxious thoughts were drifting through her mind as she worked on him. Thoughts of other women, or perish the thought, her own daughters.
Now she had to get him going good, if only to prove her fears were nothing more than shadows in the night. Her mouth began working on his cock so hard her teeth cut into the insides of her lips. But nothing was going to stop Geraldine until Jack had a furious orgasm and put her fears to rest.
Jack was shoving his hips up hard against her face and for a few seconds she thought she was going to choke because of the way he was using his cock for a battering ram to the back of her throat. But even then the sucking could hardly be described as a disaster. Shoving it down her throat that way made Jack's cock seemingly double in size.
It wasn't going to take much more for her to get him off. This was the first time it couldn't happen soon enough for the hot-blooded woman. Her cunt sorely needed tending to, but the only way she could get Jack around to take care of her in the way she wanted would have broken the chain of what she was doing to him.
A man could get damn angry when he hovered on the brink of an orgasm and got stopped just a breath before. But wow, did Geraldine ever wish she wasn't such a thoughtful wife. Her cunt was weeping long drools of womanly juice all over the place and what it badly needed was a nice long tongue to clean it up.
Good thing for Jack he was so close to his end, thought Geraldine. That way it wouldn't take her long at all to finish him off.
Her mouth started flying along his shaft now, moving so fast her lips barely touched his flesh at all. The friction was there though, and along with it a warm rush of air as she passed her mouth along from his prick head to the very root of it. Spittle trickled out of the corners of her mouth and down to his throbbing instrument.
It was as if he were being embraced by her gushing cunt, only in a softer, more mystical way. And best of all, Jack didn't have to do much work in order to earn his kicks. The girls had done well, too. But they required his instructions. With Geraldine all he had to do was lie down and take it. Take all that dynamite mouthwork.
Scant seconds went by until Geraldine realized Jack had reached the limit of his endurance. It had taken more time than she expected it would for a man in need of feminine relaxation. But Geraldine didn't care to question it at that moment.
She was too busy gulping down all that hot cream Jack was pouring down her throat. He hung onto her head until the last spurt of jism filled her .mouth. Geraldine couldn't wait for that to happen. Her cunt was fairly screaming for attention.
"Are you happy now?" she asked him.
"Mmm, yes. Happy and dead tired. I'll probably fall dead asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow."
"Oh, no you won't! Not yet at least. Don't you think I deserve a little something for the way I turned you on twice tonight?"
"Oh, yeah. Thanks. Thanks a lot."
"Well, you can take your thanks and shove it. It's your mouth I want. Not the words."
"Ow, come on, babe. I'm dead tired."
"Fuck the dead tired shit, Jack. You got your jollies. Now I want mine."
Before Jack had a chance to protest any further, Geraldine crawled up on the bed with him and dragged the skirt of her sticky, rumpled nightgown all the way up to her waist.
"Fair is fair, pal," she told him. "Now you get down there and do me."
It was fairly simple for Jack to refuse the woman while she was simply talking about what was waiting for him. But once she spread her legs apart, and then separated her glistening pussylips with her fingers, Jack could no longer refuse her.
Things got even worse when Geraldine started rubbing the swollen nub of her clit with the ball of her fingers, and Jack was close enough to it to watch it grow. Such a sight was irresistible to any man who was a true erotic gourmet. And Jack ranked up there at the top with the best of them.
The sight of that woman lying there with her gaping wide hole was enough to arouse the cock of a dead man. This was especially so with Jack, since he had eaten two sweet young cunts that very same weekend, and found himself curious for a comparison test.
Tired as he was, there was no time like the present to try it while the taste of teenage pussy was still fresh in his mouth. Geraldine held her hand out to him then because she could tell by the light in his eyes he wasn't going to be protesting very much longer.
Just to make sure she was getting through to him, Geraldine snuggled her head in his lap and kissed eash testicle one at a time. The tremors in his belly were very reassuring.
"Go on, darling. Be a good boy and make mother happy. Show me you haven't forgotten how to lap it all up," she said.
"Take your hand away and make room for me," he told her, and he certainly did not have to make the same request again.
As soon as Geraldine felt Jack's hot breath moving up her thighs she reached for a pillow to squash under her ass, the better to raise her target for Jack's aiming tongue.
"Make it right on the button, love," she told him. "I sure have missed your marvelous mouth."
The guy she had been with was not a lover of cuntlapping although he had fucked her in every position they could think of. Still, she couldn't help seeing him as something less of a man because there was actually a point in sex he disliked.
Well, there was really no loss because of the way she ran her life. Whatever was lacking in her extra-curricular activities could be more than made up at home. It was too bad Jack didn't do some swinging of his own every once in a while. Maybe that was what he needed to make him better appreciate what he had in Geraldine.
"My clit, darling. My clit, oh, does that ever feel nice. Remind me never to leave home again."
Geraldine didn't hear her husband say anything in the affirmative, but what she got instead was just fine as a reply. Jack's tongue darted right out to her clit and he began to wash it around and around.
Jack didn't even know where he was getting the strength from himself, but once his tongue went to work in the middle-aged hole, he could not hold it back. The taste of her wet interior was totally different from that of the girls, pugent where theirs was sweet, thick where theirs was still lightly fluid.
There was, however, one important fact that really mattered, and Jack dove right to it. He could never get enough of a fat, juicy cunt. Sometimes he got so involved in it, it no longer belonged to a face and body. There was just the hair, the pussylips and that long, slippery tunnel he loved to dig his way into.
Reactions counted a lot with him as well. The girls were all giggly, their excitement bubbling up like pink champagne and spilling over the top with come like all that delicious froth. They were adorable. A joy to behold, but it didn't quite compare with the orgasm of a full grown woman.
Geraldine was slower to heat, perhaps. But when she did, all hell broke loose and her cum was as dramatic as the eruption of 'vesuvius.
Every muscle in his body was aching tired. Even his balls hurt, but nothing was going to stop Jack until his wife had gotten her money's worth. That was, if he lived long enough to give it to her.
Sleep was weighing heavily on his eyelids but he kept on going, aiming for her most vulnerable spot so she would reach her peak much more quickly. Taking her larger, more mature clit between his teeth, he grated it ever so lightly, knowing from past experience it usually drove her right up the wall.
Seconds later he found his luck was still holding out. Geraldine began to shudder and she dug her long fingernails into the soft flesh of his shoulders. Her sighs turned to rapid sharp groans and she began to toss her head wildly about on the bed.
She would have loved her husband to take the long way around with her, starting maybe at her asshole and then working his way up to her throbbing clit and making her scream with pleasure. But beggers shouldn't be choosers, she old herself, knowing full well how tired Jack was and how hard he was trying to please her.
Wasn't she just a miserable bitch to have left this wonderful man alone all weekend with nothing but a pair of silly teenagers to occupy his time with. Whatever did he have in common with them!
Come on ace, she said in her mind. Do your stuff and make me cum.
He was working her up much faster this time, not that she was complaining any. Those hot thrills were vibrating right up her spine, and she felt her clit throbbing with such a swollen beat, it had to be up and standing above the lips of her cunt.
"Oh Jack, Jack," she moaned as the tingly feeling spread through her fingers and her toes.
All thoughts of other men were wiped completely out of her mind. Maybe she would hunger still for the thrill of a new and untried cock. But for the moment of incredible heat, for the delirious joy of feeling her clit being bitten sharply by a set of teeth as her senses shot right up through the top of her head, Jack was the only man in the world for her.
She clutched the back of his head, mashing him down into the oozing warmth as the waves of her pleasure came crashing down around his ears.
Jack rolled away from her and buried his sticky, cum-lathered face in the pillow. He had finally been able to get the twins out of his mind, at least for a little while, and he fell asleep hoping his wife would be able to help him kick the kiddie habit.
CHAPTER TEN
It was not until Jack had fallen fast asleep that Geraldine heard what sounded like a little scuffle coming from the girls' bedroom. A good mother probably would have gone in there and broken it up before they got at each other's throats, but Geraldine was still glowing from her session with Jack and she was trying to keep it with her as long as possible.
Whatever silly thing the girls were carrying on about would be forgotten by morning. It always was. How long ago was it she had such similar battles at home with her older sister? So long ago she could not even remember what those battles were about.
But if she had taken the time to go down to their bedroom and listen for even a couple of seconds, Geraldine would have been shocked by a conversation she would not have forgotten for as long as she lived. The girls were fighting over the cock of their stepfather as if it were a property to be owned, and selfishly owned at that.
It was as if their mother had no rights at all when it came to sharing Jack's favors. They would only abide the nights he spent with her when she was at home because they didn't have any choice in the matter. That didn't mean they had to like it, especially since they had long ago suspected that their mother had a couple of lovers on the side.
To them this was hardly fair, since they only had Jack. But what were they supposed to do about it. Their problem was difficult enough having to share him between the two of them. They never could agree on which one of them should go first and what they wanted to try with him.
Pam kept suggesting her sister could easily find a boyfriend closer to her own age as she was the more aggressive of the pair. But Patty wanted everything Pam had, even when it wasn't something as good as her own. She wasn't about to give up her time with Jack, not without a good, hard battle.
It continued through a good part of the night, quieting down only when they expected their mother would be running in to spank them both any minute. Now if Jack wanted to come in and do that to them, they wouldn't have minded at all.
They had not had a chance to talk to him in any kind of privacy since their mother had returned. Self-confident of the future as they might have been when it was only the three of them, the girls were more than a little fearful now they had returned to the juvenile surroundings of their own bedroom.
Maybe he wouldn't want either one of them, now their mother was home. Maybe he was going to tell her all about what they had done. They could be sent away to some awful place, especially horrible if there wouldn't be any boys.
The master bedroom had been ominously quiet and it made the girls nervous. If their parents were having a nice walloping fight, then they could be fairly sure their mother didn't get the use of Jack's cock. Only one weekend of fun with him and already they were extremely jealous of any females who might cross his path.
Straining their ears as best they could from the bathroom, which shared a party wall with the master bedroom, they finally heard the sounds they were dreading the most. Now there was no doubt they had something to be miserable about. Nothing else sounded like the slurping sounds of oral sex, and those moans and groans certainly didn't sound like anyone was in pain.
Sadly, the two girls went back to their room, the spirit of the fight knocked out of them by grim reality. Jack was still their mother's husband and her wishes obviously came first, whether they liked it or not.
Their night was sadly spent dreaming of the grown man's cock they might never be able to enjoy again. Pam was the more unhappy of the two. She saw herself as guilty of enjoying herself too much and wasn't going to be at all surprised if Jack never bothered with her again. That would be no better than she deserved.
Patty had more of a fighting spirit. She dreamt of all the wild and wonderful ways she could fuck her stepfather, and had no doubt at all in her mind she would not be able to find a way for her to spread her legs for him again.
So getting a good night's sleep was difficult for everyone in the household although some had better reasons than others. Breakfast was even more difficult. Their mother was full of happy chatter about the elegant happenings of her woman's weekend, and the girls tried their best to smile and appear interested.
It was Jack who really had a hard time keeping a straight face. He could not help thinking every cunt at that table now belonged to him, and the thought gave him feelings of truly regal power. He could feel his cock growing in the unseen darkness under the table as he surveyed his property, but he told himself he better start thinking about something safer, and be damn quick about it too. The coffee was almost gone and he would have to be getting up from his chair and off to work.
This was one day when leaving the hot little trio behind was going to be something of a problem for him. The girls looked particularly sad to see him getting ready to go. Their eyes told him how much they wanted to screw for him again, but he wished he didn't have to kiss them goodbye before walking out the front door.
They looked so sweetly beautiful in their simple school clothes, and yet their flashing eyes reminded him they were anything but innocent underneath. Their arms held him so tightly when he hugged them, he was worried his wife would get suspicious just from their hound dog expressions and the way they didn't want to let him go.
But their mother suspected nothing, her own thoughts still with the sex of the night before with her husband, and the date with her last weekend's lover she would have in the middle of the week. As soon as their stepfather was gone, the girls picked up their books and set off silently to school.
Each of them was very involved with her own thoughts. Pam was resigned to never getting fucked again, at least not by Jack and she resolved to do a penance by no longer petting with the schoolboys out behind the locker room. It was just so childish!
Patty, the little schemer she was, felt she could do with a little practice before going after Jack's cock again. She was no dumb little kid like her sister was. Patty knew their mother would be going off again whenever she was horny for a new guy, and that would leave the field wide open for the twin who had the most smarts.
But that might not be for another couple of weeks, which seemed like an eternity to the lusty young girl. Just what was she supposed to do for fun in the meantime? The answer to that question came to her easily as they approached the school playground. All the boys were busy clowning around and trying to get the girls to look at them.
One of them, a boy named Rudy, was the tallest and best-looking in the lot. At age fourteen, he was repeating his grade for a second time as he was constantly involved in brawls with bigger boys and being expelled from school. Rudy asked her constantly to help him with his English grammar, and until now she had refused because she was a little afraid of him.
Those two years made him look like more of a man than a boy, and she had always been uncomfortable when he stood too near to her. Now she understood why and was no longer frightened of his budding manhood. If any of the boys at school could help her with her horny problem, then Rudy was the one who could do it.
As she crossed the schoolyard and over to the wall which he was leaning against in his tight jeans, fingers thrust into the beltline and dragging them down towards the noticeable bulge in his jeans, Patty knew she was going to be helping him with a lot more than his schoolwork.
He was always eyeing her up whenever he asked for assistance, and once or twice she had allowed him to furtively pinch her round little bottom and get away with it. He was almost a full grown man in height, and even his chest looked more manly than those of the other boys.
She couldn't help wondering if his dick was small or man-sized like Jack's was. Would he have a lot of hair around it like her stepfather did? Maybe not because his face was still as smooth as her own.
Suddenly a thousand teenage questions were running through her mind and she couldn't wait for her sister to walk over to the girls in their class so she could get herself close to Rudy. His face wore a sullen, discontented expression until he noticed pretty Patty walking up to him with a very warm smile on her face.
Rudy melted under her hot appraising gaze. This was the first time he had ever seen a girl looking at him the way he looked at all of them. It made him a little nervous, but his bright mind picked up quickly on what the girl was trying to tell him.
That made him even more nervous. It was one thing to make the girls jumpy and giggly whenever he said dirty words within their earshot, or pinched them when they weren't looking. Even his sly little grabs at a tit or two, accomplished so quickly in passing, they weren't sure what was happening wasn't much more than a little teenage fun.
Having Patty eyeing him up and down as she was, then seeing her eyes go back to his crotch and remain there set his teeth on edge. For the first time in his young life he was being challenged on his own ground, and he didn't even know if he would be able to carry it off.
His one and only experience with a cunt was the one his older brother had paid for, and she did everything for him, including pulling his stiff dick out of his jeans and pushing it into her own hole. He was so scared, he couldn't even get his ass going and she had to push and pull him until he got off.
Was Patty really putting the make on him, or was it just his imagination? And what the hell was he supposed to do if she turned out to actually be some hot action?
"You still want me to help you with your lessons?" she asked as she took another look at the bulge in his jeans, which seemed to be gradually growing.
"Do you mean it?"
"Uh-huh. I got me a special new way of doing homework and I think you're going to like it. Why don't you come home with me today after school? It's Mom's day at the beauty parlor and Pam has one of her silly club meetings. Neither of them will be home until dinner time. We'll have the whole place to ourselves."
For months Rudy had been practicing all the sharp phrases he learned from his older brother to his reflection in the mirror. But now that he had a chance to put them to good use, his" mind was a total blank. He could only stand there and stammer as Patty picked up on his problem and tried to keep from laughing out loud at him.
There she was, with her own small experience, wondering whether or not she would be able to carry off with a male closer to her own age level, and he was scared shitless of her! Still, he was almost a man, and that bulge in his jeans was considerably larger since she had moved up close to him. If nothing else, it certainly was going to be a very interesting afternoon for both of them.
Patty cut the last few minutes of her class with an excuse of going to the bathroom and raced ahead so she would have a few minutes free before Rudy joined her. She wanted to change out of her school clothes and into something sexier and more sophisticated looking, but the only spot in the house where such clothing could be found was in her mother's bedroom.
Sure enough, her luck didn't hold out in one small way. Her mother had straightened up the room and her closets in particular. Anything Patty took out of there was certain to be missed. Oh, well, she thought. She would just have to make it on her own appeal.
Rudy was impatiently ringing the doorbell as she took a few swipes through her hair with a brush and dashed downstairs to open the door before the neighbors looked out to see what the racket was all about.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting," he stammered because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Aw, no. Come on in. I've got coke and potato chips. Is that okay?"
"Sure. Whatever you say."
Rudy stood in the doorway, fumbling with his books until Patty motioned him into the living room and he followed, looking into all four corners of the room as if he expected her parents to be lurking in the shadows. Now that the chips were down, and Rudy was fairly sure some sexual gestures would be expected of him, the butterflies in his stomach were making him wish he had the guts to turn tail and run.
Patty was feeling a little nervous herself, now that she had to make the play all on her own, but she brought to memory all of the sultry stars she had ever seen on the late show and stuck her little chest out in the hopes it would look like she actually had something.
For lack of anything better to do, Rudy flopped into Jack's favorite armchair and tried to look really cool. His books were tossed on the floor like he didn't give a damn. It was the kind of body language he had studied on all his favorite he-man type movie stars, and was supposed to be guaranteed to turn on every female within a ten mile radius of his groovy body.
Seeing that Rudy wasn't going to be much help until she found a way to get him going, Patty tossed herself onto the sofa, making sure her shoulders hit on a pillow so her chest would be thrown out as far as possible, then drew one leg up so her shirt would be sufficiently hiked up. Neither one of them dared to flash any learned expressions until they were both sure they looked as sexy as any teenager possibly could.
"You think we're really going to get any studying done?" she commented in her sultriest voice.
"I dunno," he answered. "You got anything better in mind?"
"Could be," she giggled.
"If you're just going to be a cockteaser, I ain't hanging around here for it."
"Who said anything about teasing? Maybe I got something better in mind," she teased.
"I'm wise to girls like you, Patty. All talk and no action. We gonna crack these books or not."
"If you're interested in cracks maybe you should move to my side of the room."
At this remark she drew her knee up a little higher and her skirt slid back until a good portion of her slender white thigh was bared for Rudy to gape at. Even though he was tense enough to remain glued to his seat, Rudy was drawn to the sofa as if he were a bee being drawn to honey.
Somberly he moved to her side and stood staring down at the juvenile form that had been changed through both of their imaginations into a sexy, grown woman. At such a close distance, Patty could actually see Rudy was drooling while he looked down at her, and the last of her nervous tension was washed away by it.
She was beginning to really feel the part now, opening her lips so she could seductively run her tongue around it. Now she could almost swear that she heard Rudy's heart beating out loud.
His hands were clammy as he reached out to touch her, fearful of saying anything that might break the spell and turn Patty back into a virginal twelve year old again. Patty's body tensed at the sight of the extended hand, but she did nothing to stop him from what he wanted to do to her.
He touched her once very lightly on the side of her arm, and when he did not feel the flat of a hand smacking him across the face, Rudy dared to touch something a bit more vital. If he was going ,o get anywhere with her at all, Rudy figured he might as well take the risk now as any old time.
His hand shot straight to her bared thigh, expecting at any moment it would be slapped away. But Patty did nothing to stop him and he clamped his palm over the slim white thigh, his cock jerking to youthful attention, now he was actually about to feel her up.
"You know what we're doing?" he asked, giving her that last chance for an out if she wanted it.
"Sure. Playing like little kids," she snapped. "It's about time we got it on with the heavy stuff."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Patty's cunt had been itching since Rudy walked through the front door and now it was starting to wet through her white cotton panties. She was still feeling kind of shy in Rudy's presence, but her pussy was acting up something awful and she knew she had to tend to it before she lost her cool altogether.
What Rudy was going to think when he saw her hand dive into her panties didn't concern her as much as tending to business. As soon as she did get her fingers in there however, the little buds of her nipples began to throb in a way she had very little understanding of.
Her longest finger had not even found the damp slit as yet, but she still had to reach up to her tiny breast with the other hand and give it a very thorough rubbing. That was the last straw for Rudy's self-control.
His hand could not remain at the more modest part of her anatomy while she was keeping the best stuff all for herself. His cock was painfully hard against the fly of his jeans and he wished for all the world he could open them and whip it out.
She had allowed him to touch her thigh, all right, but that wasn't saying she wouldn't stop him when he attempted to touch something more vital. The girl always did have a reputation as something of a cockteaser at school, and he was really expecting her to stop him just short of anything that really mattered.
"You gotta stop that," he whimpered.
"Why should I? It feels kind of good," she answered as her finger finally found her itching slit.
Even though she was trying to put on a show of being cool and sophisticated in front of the highly aroused teenager, Patty was fast becoming very uncomfortable. It seemed the more times she thrust her finger into the wetting divide, the more it itched and throbbed.
Well, wasn't she the silly little kid after all, Patty thought. How could a tiny little finger like hers take care of the business down there after it had been treated to a big, fat prick. Her brazen fingering was accomplishing something however. It was making her slim, young body warm and tingly, causing her to wriggle on the sofa, and although Rudy could only guess as to what was happening within her body, the sight was enough to drive him out of his teenage skull.
"I don't give a shit, he snarled. "You can throw me out if you want to, but I gotta have some of what you're playing with."
His hand was trembling as it began to work its way up towards the leg opening of her panties, and Patty let him continue all the way up there until he was almost reaching inside when she reached down with outside hand and smacked it away. Rudy looked up to her snickering face, startled at first and then very angry.
"You're gonna be nothing but a tease, so who needs this shit. I'm going home. I can take care of business myself."
"What are you going to do?" she retorted. "Jerk off or something? That's for little boys. I thought you wanted to be a man."
"I do, but not if you're gonna tease me. Aw, come on, Patty. Just a little feel."
"All right, but just up here. I don't want you feeling inside my panties. Besides, you probably wouldn't know what to do even if I let you."
Rudy wanted to say something back to her that would really sound manly, but he was afraid of angering her and losing even the small privilege which she had finally consented to allow him. He reached out with his free hand to cup the mound that was really not much bigger than a marshmallow. His other hand remained at her thigh, valiantly hoping he could sneak it up into her panties without her noticing.
He held his breath and massaged her little tit with the palm of his hand, actually the first breast he had ever touched, and because of this it felt much bigger than it actually was. Patty knew she didn't have very much up there, but his hard, steady massage was making what little she had rise up and swell.
The warm tingling she had been feeling between her thighs was creeping up her body now, and she was pleased to find a boy could excite her almost as much as a man. There would have to be a lot of times when Jack would not be available to her, and instead of pining away for his dick until she almost died like Camille, she had now come up with a reasonable substitute for herself.
She smiled to Rudy now with a more welcoming expression, and pressed her own hand down on top of his so he would play with her tit all the harder. Her nipple popped up and now formed a small spike against his palm, so Rudy had to stop for a couple of seconds to get used to the new sensation.
Patty was glad he had hesitated on his own. All the while Rudy was playing with her on top, Patty had been fingering herself like crazy. She could easily have continued until she came, but it would have embarrassed her to wet herself right in front of him.
She wanted to cum all right, but only if Rudy brought her to it. Frigging was for babies. She decided right after the first time her stepfather showed her what adults kicks could be like.
Now the problem was, how could she get Rudy to take care of all those things for her in a way that wouldn't require her asking for it? It just wasn't cool to come out and ask a guy to screw her.
That was the way she heard it, and was far too young to make any such decisions for herself. So her hand stopped still, her finger pressing against the little bud of her clit while she mentally crossed the other fingers and hoped Rudy would be quick about it.
"You can kiss it if you like," was as far as she dared to go with her suggestions. At least the phrase sounded superior enough for her to make the request and still get away with it. But he wasn't moving, remaining motionless because of anxiety about appearing too eager.
"Suck it, you dummy," she snapped and this time around Rudy hopped right to it. He had been caught off guard by the command and responded to it much faster than a really cool guy would have.
His mouth worked so hard against her narrow chest, she could actually feel his teeth biting her nipples through the clothing she was wearing. The pleasant tingling was changing to sensations great deal more pressing. It was very difficult for the girl to make herself appear calm when her mouth was dry and her cunt was throbbing wildly against her hand.
Rudy's free hand dropped to his lap because he had to rub his cock through his jeans, it was just so hot and stiff. Patty heard his pained groan and felt the friction of his arm rubbing against her body as he played with himself. She didn't like it. Not one bit.
If she couldn't play with herself, then neither could he.
"Why don't you drop your jeans and let me do that for you. Bet it would feel a whole lot better with me doing it," she teased.
"Yeah. It would," he said and quickly unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop down to his ankles and then the shorts on top of them.
Patty thought he looked ridiculous the way he was standing there, and it helped to keep her in a superior mood when she had a bad case of stage fright herself. This was especially so new, she was staring eye to eye with his hard, waving dick.
He didn't have much hair around it or on his balls, but at least there was enough for him not to appear totally juvenile. With his sparse pubic thatch to look at, Patty could identify him with her stepfather and it made the going all that much easier.
Eagerly she reached out for it, and watched Rudy close his eyes, teetering back on his heels in an effort to keep from shooting right in her hand. She felt his nuts bounce up against her hand, peed a few drops into her panties from the excitement of it all.
In that second, she learned another important lesson. Sex was a kick no matter who a girl had it with, but it was really greater when the guy knew what the fuck he was doing. Not that she wasn't having a lot of fun being the teacher to Rudy, but she sure wished he knew enough to throw her back down on the sofa and fuck the hell out of her.
"Please don't do that any more," Rudy begged. "I don't wanna cum like this. I wanna cum like a man, inside of you."
"Do you think I'm gonna let you? You aren't even my boyfriend. What about the studying you wanted to do?"
"Fuck the studying. I ... uh ... What I mean is I don't care about English any more. I just wanna fuck you. And don't tell me you don't want it too. You're not fooling me as much as you think you are."
Patty was all for teasing him a little longer, but time had to be running out on them and there was no telling who would arrive first, Pam or her mother. Either one was bad. Pam would probably want to share Rudy with her just as they did their stepfather, and if her mother caught them right in the middle she would probably whale the tar out of her.
Rushed now, she tugged her panties down and held her arms out to Rudy who came to her penguin fashion with his legs shackled by denim and cotton. Feeling the light hairs of his thighs grazing against her own, Patty was suddenly tired of the game. She needed that cock of his every bit as much as a grown woman would, and her oozing cunt was proof of it.
Patty's will fell all to pieces as Rudy clambered over her prone body.
"Hurry, hurry. Stick it in me and fuck me," she beseeched.
Rudy was only too happy to accommodate her, all his fears gone in the wind of her beckoning sexuality. If not for Patty's aggressiveness, and he had no idea of where that came from, Rudy would have been too scared to keep his hard-on.
But she was bringing him along so quickly Rudy didn't have time to be frightened. As soon as Patty kicked the panties off her feet, Rudy fell on top of her, blindly poking for her hole with his prick and belly. He should have been trying to get it in with his hands, but they were full of Patty's little tits.
It was not until he was spilling juice all over her belly and thighs that Patty felt it was time for her to lend a helping hand. Her hands were shaking as she reached between their bodies and pushed his cockhead against the start of her slit. That was as much as she could do herself, and she hoped Rudy would be able to take them the rest of the way from there.
"Wow, oh, wow," he groaned when he pressed down and felt his cock heading for home. By sheer accident his cock slid tightly against her clit, bringing on a spontaneous orgasm from the girl who threw her arms around his neck and wept as she flooded his dick with her fluids.
It all happened so fast the boy, because of his negligible experience, thought he had done Patty some harm. His cock remained still, half in and half out of her and he shook with fear until she was calm enough to tell him everything was all right again.
She had not time to answer the questions forming in his mind, being in too much of a hurry to get on with the fucking before her family came in and broke it up. Patty had no idea how long Rudy could go on before he came, but she hoped he could last until she had another stronger cum for herself. Ever since she found out girls could cum more than once while they were making it, Patty kept pushing herself for more whenever she had the chance.
What she didn't know, was young, inexperienced boys were often quick on the trigger their first few times around a cunt. Seconds after he had thrust his prick all the way into her, Rudy was growling in her ear, then grunting as his cock shot juvenile cum into her wriggling belly.
She was hot, incredibly hot, every nerve in her young body surging for a greater height of pleasure, slamming up at the boy and hoping his prick would stay hard until she was through with him. He seemed to be willing to go on trying, humping hopelessly at the girl although they could both feel his hard-on going slowly slack.
Rudy was really trying his best to be accommodating, fucking as hard as he could even though his strength was diminishing. And when he couldn't push himself into her any more, Patty put her hands on his ass and fucked her hole with his dick on her own.
Because his sexual strength was on a downhill slide, Rudy was the one to first hear a key being turned in the front door. As soon as he heard that sound there was an instant panic in the living room with the boy jumping off Patty's body even faster than she could push him off.
The two of them scurried around the living room, hopping into underwear and trying to make sense of the rumples Patty was wearing. Patty was worrying that once caught, all the fun and games would be over for her because Jack was certain to be furious as hell. Rudy was worried about saving his ass because they could go easy or hard on Patty, but the boy always caught all hell when he was found in a fucking situation.
Patty was still pulling on her panties when she heard Jack calling for her. He had come home a little early in the hopes one of his twins would be there, as he was in an especially raunchy mood.
His hot-assed young secretary had kept him hard nearly all day with the way she was always bending over things in that tight little skirt of hers. It was all he could do to keep from keeping her bent over that desk while he shoved some hot dick into the great ass she was always presenting to him.
One of the girls had to be home, judging from the stack of books on the hallway table. Either one would do right then, just as long as he could empty his balls into her.
Luckily, he searched around upstairs before walking into the living room. The two kids were standing there and shaking, both their faces beet red as they tried to find something to do with their hands that wouldn't look suspicious.
Patty's face was especially red. She continually gulped air as she was furious to be caught before she could get the cum she had been working towards.
The tension became thick enough to cut with a knife when Jack walked in and saw the boy standing there, his head hung low enough for him to be looking into his socks. One look at the shame-faced boy, and then at Patty who was wearing a grin tight enough to snap an elastic band, and Jack knew exactly what they were up to before he opened the door.
He looked furiously at Patty, knowing as a parental image he had every right to be angry with both of them. According to the society in which he had been raised, he should have taken a razor strap to the boy.
But Jack's anger was a little lopsided. He was furious with Patty for betraying him, and yet that was ridiculous because a man in his position had no right to be making it with her in the first place.
Patty understood what was on his mind, and she cowered in fear, worried about what her stepfather might do to Rudy who was a little confused because the man seemed to be angrier at Patty than he was at himself.
"You get the hell out of here and never even talk to my daughter again if you know what's good for you," Jack told him.
Rudy wasn't hanging around to argue with the man. He saw his chance for a safe exit and took it on the run, leaving Patty behind to fend for herself.
Patty stood there dumbly as she watched the boy dash out of the house. She had no idea of what she could say to Jack to ease his anger in any way. Jack waited until he heard the door slam, and then moved menacingly towards the girl.
He was angry enough to beat the shit out of her, but as soon as he was close enough to inhale the slightly musky odor of her heated young body, his cock went ragingly hard and he knew he couldn't hit the girl. Not in a million years.
The thought she had just been screwing only made him want her more because he saw her now as a sexually aware female, able to respond to the grown man more sensually than she ever had before. Patty was fearful for her life up until that very moment when she saw his anger changing to lust.
"Oh, Daddy! I needed you so," she cried as tears started streaming down her face.
It wasn't quite close to the truth, but the tears he saw were convincing enough for him to forgive her on the spot and rush her into his arms. Before either one of them realized how it was happening, they were rolling together on the floor and clothes were flying in all directions.
Jack rolled her over, his stiff dick standing ready to pound the hell out of her. He moved over her body and positioned himself between her widespread knees, both of them oblivious of the world around them. He was in the same position now as Rudy had been when the boy heard the front door opening.
But the older man was at the start of a fuck, instead of the end, all sounds were wiped from his mind but the heavy breathing of his darling stepdaughter. Geraldine was in the house and all the way into the living room, Pam right behind her, before either of the fucking pair heard the slightest noise.
"Oh, my God! Jack!" Geraldine shrieked when she saw the face of the man who was hulking over her girl.
She had come racing into the room because she thought the dear little thing was being raped by some unknown assailant. Pam knew better, but she hung back in the hopes her mother might not think she was a party to the sexual misdeeds herself.
But Geraldine was no idiot, and she put the pieces together rather quickly. Since the twins had been toddlers what was good for one had to be good for the other. The one-upmanship had survived through the years with them, often more fierce than any sibling rivalry she had heard about. No way was Patty doing all the screwing and Pam sitting on the sidelines like a good little girl.
Frozen to the spot where she was standing by astonishment, she could not reach the fucking couple to break them up. But she could whirl around and slap Pam across the face, even if she was doing so on the basis of circumstantial evidence.
That furious gesture was enough to put Pam into action, and it broke the spell Geraldine was under herself.
"Jack! Stop that. Let her go!!" she screamed, lunging at the couple and raking her fingernails across Jack's back in her efforts to pull the man off her daughter. Pam, too, went shrieking across the room, more out of jealousy than anger.
With so much violence crashing down around their ears, the wildly fucking couple could no longer ignore the presence of the two screaming spectators. Patty began to cry, and Jack felt like he was being stabbed in the back with ten very sharp knives.
"Daddy, oh, Daddy. I'm so scared," Patty cried, but she never stopped her humping motions for a second.
Jack attempted to get his wife off his back by kicking his heels backward as a mule would, and even swinging his arm around where she was clawing his shoulder.
But she wasn't budging. Too many mixed and angry emotions were running through her head and the only means she had to express them was by scraping the hell out of Jack's rear view.
They were caught and there was no way in the world they would ever be able to fccrew again, at least not while Jack was still living in the house with the girls. And at that moment he didn't see it was a likely situation. If Geraldine didn't try to kill him on the spot, then she would certainly want him out of the house as soon as his bags could be packed.
So if it was going to be the last, then he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't keep right on going until his balls were empty and the girl had enjoyed her final thrill with him. Geraldine, however, was not the only female in that room who had violent notions about him.
Pam realized while she stood above them and watched her mother struggling to break the link between man and child, she wasn't even lucky enough to get in on the last fuck she might have a chance at until she was old enough to be making it with guys on her own.
It just wasn't fair, she thought. Patty always got the good breaks. One of these days she was going to get even with her twin. So intense was her jealousy towards the girl, she failed to realize she was at least out of harm's way if her mother gave Pam a chance to come up with a likely excuse as to why she had not enjoyed the same sin with Jack Patty had.
Jack fully intended to go right on fucking the girl until he had popped on his own and this was one fuck in which he was in no hurry to do that.
The only other reason it would stop was if their mother actually succeeded in killing him.
But the pain of having his back clawed, and the beating of the woman's fists in the vicinity of his kidneys had a startling and intense effect on him. Instead of causing his hard-on to diminish, it was making his prick feel like it was growing in leaps and bounds while he continued to ply Patty's slimy trail with it.
Every stab of sharp pain he felt on his back made him that much hotter, and his thrusts were pounding into the girl with such violence their chests made a loud thumping sound every time they met. Like the last meal for a condemned man, Jack intended to screw out every bit of pleasure he could for what he thought would be the last in a lifetime with either of the girls.
Patty was screaming things into his ear, but they were nothing more than anguished sounds as her body bucked and heaved beneath his. Some of the blows from her mother's fists were landing on her as well, and they had the same effect on her psyche as they did on Jack's.
The muscles in her body knotted up with fear, and the tensions of what might happen to her as soon as her mother could grab her out from under. Those tight muscles were glorious to Jack, and her hysterical gyrations made the fuck all that much more exciting.
Everything they were doing felt as if they were going through it in double time as Patty's heart raced to keep up with her rapid-moving body. Great as her heat had been every time she was with her stepfather, and the excitement of teaching Rudy how to do her, nothing compared to the mixed kicks that she was feeling now.
Danger had a way of inspiring the girl as Jack's sweat poured down over her slender frame and she fought for breath because of the way his body continually knocked the wind out of her. The pleasant tingle was not longer just a secondary sensation. Now all the nerves in her body were vibrating wildly, the knots in her muscles actually painful because of the tense way she had locked her arms and legs around Jack's body.
Hard as her mother fought to break those holds, she only succeeded in shifting the position of the girl's limbs. The entire scene was freaky, bordering on bizarre, with Geraldine grabbing at the humping couple and Pam crying bitterly because she wasn't the one who had been caught in the act.
All hell breaking loose around him, and Jack's own senses climbing even higher because of the wild way Patty was responding to the scene, were more excitement than a grown man could bear and still keep fucking.
His balls exploded in mid-stroke and Patty screamed as if she had just been shot through with a cannon. The aftermath of that explosion rocketed off in her brain and Patty felt dizzy, her body floating around of a black sea of sequinned heat.
"Mommy, Mommy," she called just as she did when she was small and suffering through a nightmare.
Geraldine had to respond, her motherly instincts blocking out the jealous rage she was justified in feeling. As soon as her daughter uttered that very first childish plea Geraldine dropped down to Patty's level and hugged the girl's head against her full chest. Patty was sobbing hard now.
Her senses had actually taken her much too high, and while she was still tensed because of it, Patty had not been able to cum. The frightened girl felt the congestion in her cunt, felt the feverish vibrations shooting hotly up and down her body, but Jack was pulling his rapidly diminishing prick out of her.
She was beyond help anyway. Her entire facade of the mature woman, which she had been so successful in creating for herself was smashed by her own natural fears, reminding her that after all she was still very much a child.
"My baby. My poor baby," her mother crooned to the girl, rocking back and forth with Patty's head in her arms.
Jack saw how strongly her maternal instincts were taking over the scene for her. He backed cautiously away from the two of them, hoping to make an unnoticed escape so he could get his bare butt upstairs and into some clothes before the woman called the police or whatever authorities she might want to call down on him.
He backed his way out of the living room, but didn't get any further than the doorway. Pam, by then had run to be with her mother and sister, sobbing like her own little heart was going to break as well. It was a sight to make ever the strongest of men melt.
Seeing all the sadness he had brought to a once reasonably happy household made him hate himself for robbing the girls of their childish innocence. If Geraldine was going to punish him in some personal way or if she was going to sign a police complaint, he would give her no further trouble, so great was his sense of guilt about the pair of sobbing teenagers.
"Geraldine, girls ... please listen to me. I really am so sorry about what I've done to you all. If you want me to leave this house and never come back, you just say so. I won't give any of you any more trouble."
Hearing no replies from any of the three, Jack turned sadly on his bare heel and began walking into the foyer, his head hung almost as low as the sad ass he was dragging. It was not until he was just about out of earshot the girls reached a full understanding of what was about to happen that night.
If their mother was really going to kick up a fuss, she would be doing it at that very moment, the girls surmised. Instead, she seemed to be too busy heaping built upon her own shoulders for neglecting the girls while she was off somewhere getting screwed by every young hunk she happened to come across.
"Daddy, please don't go, Pam called to him and then he heard Patty echoing the same plea.
Geraldine was still too busy patting the girls on the tops of their heads and rocking them.
"You three really don't want me here. After the terrible thing I've done, I don't deserve to live in the same house with the rest of you. I'll just pack up and be gone before you even notice. I guess being sorry is a stupid thing after this, but I want you to know that I really am."
Jack's voice was so low because of his shame, he caught the attention of his females by their having to strain in order to hear him. One by one the females realized if they said nothing to change things, Jack would actually be gone from their lives, probably forever.
It just wasn't fair, the girls thought. Not when they were just learning to appreciate what a cock in the house could do for them in mind as well as body. Each of the women had her own reason, but it still amounted to just about the same thing.
Geraldine had brought him into the house in the first place because life was so much happier when she didn't have to spend every night in the week meeting guys in dark bars and fucking in even darker motel rooms. Jack had been the best fucker in the lot, and if not for her penchant for younger meat, she would have been thoroughly content.
For Pam, it was his help in making her realize e lower, adoring position she had always dreamt of taking in regards to her men as well as her twin sister. She was the more romantic of the two and her mind usually dwelled in a fantasy world where she was the martyr. Being had by the big, strong male was better than any dream she had created for herself. Any man who fucked her from then on would find himself with a true sex slave as she could think of nothing a man might want to try on her she would not be willing to submit to.
Patty was the saddest of them all. To her sex was a fun thing. The happiest fun she had ever experienced. Most of the time she felt like a mature, truly sensuous woman which was just the way she had always imagined she would grow up to be.
What she wanted to do was learn everything she could in bed with Jack, and then take it back to her male peers so she could thrill them with her feats of sexual skill. Why, in no time at all she would probably be the most popular girl in school.
It was all right with her if she had to share him with her mother and sister. He seemed to have more than enough spunk to go around. Besides, there were always young studs more than able to fill in any gaps in her share of the action.
These sobering thoughts brought a hushed atmosphere if they allowed Jack to simply walk out of their lives. The girls looked to their mother for the final decision.
Geraldine looked first to one pleading girlish face and then to the other. Her ego was badly bruised, and there was the shameful sin of it all that a mother was supposed to see.
But she was one mother who had more than a few skeletons in her own personal closet. Did she really have the right to pass judgment on another human being when she was equally a sinner in her own way?
No more harm could be done to the family. Everything was out in the open now. With or without Jack, the three of them still had to live as a family, and a sad family it would be if they all had to live without a single man in the house for the sake of all their frustrations.
If the girls had never known the joy of fucking, then Geraldine could continue to fill their heads with sweet little lies and keep them more or less in tow for maybe two or three more years. Until that age, she still had some control of where they spent their spare time.
But they did know, and that fact had been made clear to her in a spectacular fashion. It just might be she would have more trouble keeping the family in any kind of order without him than if she allowed him to remain.
"Jack, don't go," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Let's all sit down and talk."
The girls stopped their sobbing as soon as they saw their mother was trying to cooperate. They had been more fearful of losing Jack's cock than they were of punishment by their mother.
He turned around and stood looking at the lovely picture the three women made huddled together, their eyes beckoning all to the one nude figure of a man. His mood lifted just to be looking at them and he was able to notice even the faintest of stirrings among their bodies as they stared at his beloved masculine form.
"Daddy, we need you so," the girls murmured and their mother simply nodded in assent.
Jack didn't need any further encouragement to make the distance between himself and the girls in no time flat. His cock already rising as he dashed across the room, Jack fell into the arms of the tearful threesome, all of them grabbing at his body and covering it with many kisses.
At first all of their affection was meant as part of their reunion as a family. But none of them was ignorant of the other emotions that were being roused by all the heated closeness of their bodies.
"Darling," Jack cooed in his wife's ear. "Why don't you get out of those clothes. It's getting very warm in here."
So happy was Geraldine with the reconciliation, she forgot all thoughts of punishing the girls or throwing Jack out of the house. If the girls were going to be screwing around, then it might as well be with her consent and supervisions, she supposed.
She didn't even have to explain this to the girls. One look at their mother stripping down to the buff and they knew the worst was over. They had nothing to fear and only greater times to look forward to. They were going to be the closest family on the block.
