A young girl's first sex experience is the most significant of her life. In this story, Carla, a visiting cultural exchange student from England, has her first sex experience with another girl. The door to sexual, ecstasy having been opened, she proceeds to have sex in every form with men and women, boys and girls. She learns to experience sex in all its forms and in its deviations. She learns to give pleasure and to take pleasure.
She learns a philosophy of ecstasy as she fills her life with sex. She participates in, and enjoys, orgies of all types. She watches as brother and sister make love passionately, and then she even participates in the act. Her body becomes the proverbial sex machine as she has intercourse of one kind or another with everyone she meets. The house in which she lives becomes a house of orgiastic pleasure.
And then, suddenly, almost before it began, her visit to the United States is over and she returns to England to find that her own house has also become a den of depravity. Even the family pet gets into the act.
Whether anything constructive came of Carla's cultural exchange visit to the United States, we cannot know. But surely, her life changed drastically. She can never, and will never, go back to the sweet innocence of youth. She will be controlled by the commands of her sex organs for the rest of her life.
Perhaps a reading of this book will help the reader to avoid Carla's mistakes and to spend life more constructively.
Edward Boomfield, M.A.
CHAPTER ONE
Carla had been staying with the Breyer family for three months now. She was fifteen years old and visiting from England. One of the Breyer girls was visiting with Carla's family in England. It was part of a cultural exchange program. The purpose of the program was to give young people an opportunity to find out what life is like in other parts of the world.
Carla liked living with the Breyer's in suburban Long Island. She had met many young people at school, but her best friend was a girl named Sandy, who lived a few blocks away.
Sandy was seventeen, and already a full-blossomed beauty. She had long blonde hair like Carla, and huge blue eyes. When they were together, people sometimes took them for sisters. Carla, herself, had noticed this.
She was always thrilled when people mentioned this. When strangers took them for sisters, it gave Carla an odd sensation of excitement and pride. Carla adored Sandy. Sandy was older and more beautiful and more wise.
Sandy was her absolute best friend in the world. But Carla could never figure out why Sandy spent so much time with her. After all, she should have found companionship with people her own age. The difference between seventeen and fifteen seemed great. Later, the gap between the years tends to close, but in the teen-age years there can be an enormous difference only in two years.
However, Sandy didn't seem to feel this. She preferred Carla's company to everyone else's.
Now that it was summer, Carla and Sandy spent their days together at the beach. Sandy always wore a bikini that covered her big round tits with only a wisp of material. There was very little left to the imagination. And what was left to the imagination stimulated so intensely that no one could help being aroused by the sight of her big, jouncing boobies. She was at the peak of youthful beauty.
She had high, well-shaped, round titties that stuck out from her chest, filling the bra of her bikini with perfection. Then her body dipped into a slender curve at the waist and fanned out into two perfectly rounded globes of her ass.
When she walked, her tits jounced and bounced, and the muscles of her soft ass flexed erotically. The skin was so soft and young and the muscles so taut and full of well-being. No one who looked at her could help wanting to stroke and fondle her. Carla noticed how the men on the beach followed her with their eyes. Sandy noticed it, but didn't seem to care. All of her attention was on Carla. This flattered Sandy's constant companion tremendously.
She found herself turning into Sandy's constant companion. As the summer passed, they grew closer and closer. Several times, Carla caught Sandy looking at her with a lustful gleam in her eye. It excited her.
Once, when Carla saw a strange and intense light in Sandy's eyes, a surge of feeling went through Carla that she had never experienced before. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it was terribly powerful.
They locked eyes for several minutes and Carla found that her body was tingling all over. She couldn't explain it. She had never felt anything like this before. She broke the moment with a nervous giggle.
"Come on! I'll race you into the water!" said Carla. She started to run, and Sandy followed close behind her, her big tits bouncing nearly out of the flimsy bikini. They plunged into the waves, and swam all the way out, shrieking and laughing all the while.
The waves rolled them over and over, pummeling their bodies with an exciting coolness. Carla discovered that the shock of the cold water brought her awareness to the fact that her skin was unusually hot and more sensitive to the touch. She felt the water exploring every niche of her body, seducing her.
It was especially enticing between her legs. It pounded up into her tight pussy, giving her a friendly little boff. She and Sandy started to wrestle together-one of their favorite water sports.
As they grabbed each other, Sandy's hands brushed against her hardening tits, making them tingle.
Once or twice, Sandy's hands rested on one soft boob for a minute, pumping the flesh gently.
"Ooh!" shrieked Carla as a big wave hit them. Then she groaned, "Ah!" as Sandy's hands gently stroked the cheeks of her ass. For a moment, she wanted Sandy's hands to stay there. She wanted more than that. She wanted Sandy's hands to go further and further.
Sandy's fingertips brushed her belly skillfully, making her little pussy tingle. "Oh!" Carla gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Sandy laughed. "I'm just playing."
But Carla dimly realized that Sandy was playing more than her usual game. She saw that the intense light in Sandy's eyes had grown brighter and stronger. She felt her own blood hammering frantically in her veins. She wanted to reach out and stroke Sandy's tits, almost completely exposed now.
Then, suddenly, Sandy said, "Let's get out and dry off."
She ran from the water and Carla followed. They were at a deserted part of the beach. Sandy scooped up their things and led Carla to the shelter of a big rock.
Then she flopped down on the sand and tossed Carla her towel. "Here," she said with a smile, "rub me dry."
Carla took the towel into her trembling fingers and ran it over Sandy's back. She saw how the white skin gleamed wetly in the sunlight. Sandy's blonde hair was spread out over her shoulders in shining, dripping wet curls.
As Carla stroked up and down Sandy's smooth, white back with the towel, she became aware that Sandy was beginning to breathe faster and harder. She was twisting and turning her shoulders against Carla's strokes.
Carla saw with surprise that little goose bumps were appearing on Sandy's shoulders. As Carla rubbed Sandy's back with the towel, she held her breath and unhooked Sandy's bra. The bathing suit fell away and Carla got a glimpse of those gorgeous tits bouncing out in front.
"Hmm, that's it! Harder!" Sandy murmured.
"Like that?" she asked, rubbing harder.
"Oh, yes! Like that!" sighed Sandy. She had never seen Sandy like this. She realized that something was going to happen to her; something that had never happened before.
It filled her with fear, but with excitement, too.
"Now, come around here," said Sandy in a guttural whisper. "Come around here and do my tits, and my belly." She lay back and closed her eyes. Carla moved around to the front of her.
Sandy arched her back so that her huge, pointed knockers jutted straight into Carla's face.
"Here, honey," she said, pointing to her heaving titties, "dry me here."
Carla began to stroke at her soft titties shyly with the towel.
Sandy moaned, "That's it. Do it harder. Harder!" Carla began to massage Sandy's naked boobs harder, and noticed the change taking place in them. The rosy pink nipples were beginning to stiffen and tighten. They grew smaller and harder like dark red strawberries.
Carla watched in fascination at the growing excitement. Then, suddenly, before she knew what was happening, Sandy yanked the towel out of her hands. Carla found that she was massaging Sandy's soft, fleshy titties with her hands.
The sudden shock of skin contact made Carla's head reel with confusion. "Oh," she gasped in surprise.
"Hmm!" Sandy murmured. "Do you like my titties?"
Carla nodded slowly. She was ashamed to admit it, but she had wanted to touch the big, smooth boobies for a long time. Now, her hands were there, running freely and with no interruption over the naked tits.
"My titties like you," Sandy giggled. "See? My nipples are getting all tight and hard for you. You make them terribly excited."
Carla watched with fascination, licking her lips, as the nipples grew tighter and tighter under her touch. She felt a strange tingling sensation flood her entire body. The blood was throbbing and hammering in her ears. Something was taking place between her thighs, in her virgin cunt, that had never happened before.
She was starting to feel all thick and swollen as her clit hardened and stiffened and began to throb.
Sandy had never called her "baby" before today. Carla felt a shameful thrill of excitement at the sound of that word. She went lower and began to stroke the delicate silky skin of Sandy's belly. The stomach muscles jerked excitedly in response to the stroking of her fingers.
She could feel the intense heat of Sandy's horny body. It burned her fingers with excitement. She felt as if her cunt was drowning in its own juices.
Sandy groaned as Carla began to knead the flesh of her tits and belly. She was breathing heavily and her body was beginning to writhe uncontrollably.
"Oh, baby!" she panted, "that's it! That's good! My cunt is on fire!"
Carla went on manipulating with her fingers. The silky softness of Sandy's belly had an exciting effect on her. She went on and on stroking it, feeling flooded with the juices of her own pussy.
Suddenly, Sandy whimpered, "Oh, baby, take off my pants!"
Carla did as she was told, grasping the bikini and drawing it down over the long slender legs. Then Sandy spread her thighs wide open so that Carla could see everything. She had never seen a naked cunt before, and it filled her with a sense of shameful excitement. Sandy's pussy was big and covered with a carpet of curly blonde hair.
"That's my pleasure box," said Sandy. "Touch it. Go on, touch it!"
Carla reached down and put her hand gently on the wet lips of Sandy's hot pussy. "Ah!" Sandy gasped, and her whole body shook with pleasure.
"Go on!" moaned Sandy. "Rub it, baby. Rub it up and down with your fingers!"
Carla began to stroke and she saw the cunt lips become even wetter and open wider as they drew back to let in whatever they could. They were becoming thick and puffy like an exotic pink flower. She saw that the pussy became wetter and wetter as she touched it.
Hot pussy juice poured out of Sandy's cunt and covered her fingers. It felt slippery. Carla put her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply of the odor, testing it on her nose. It was sharp and pungent.
It excited her. She also felt something like guilt or shame. This was happening for the first time in her life, but it was supposed to be happening with a boy, not a girl. Then Sandy took Carla's head between her hands and pulled her to her juicy twat.
Carla hesitated for a minute and struggled, but Sandy's hand held her head in a persistent grip. Sandy shoved forward suddenly with her hips and her hot, juicy cunt was suddenly on Carla's mouth, whether she liked it or not.
But Carla knew immediately that she did like it; her sense of shame came from the realization that she had wanted it all along. She had wanted Sandy's body under her hands. She had wanted that gorgeous pussy in her mouth.
She stuck out her tongue and began to ripple it up and down the pussy grooves. She was a complete beginner, but she understood instinctively the ways of sex. She did all the things that she had dreamed of having done to her. The juice had an unusual taste, but as she tasted more and more of it, she got to like it.
It was sharp and sweet, like nothing she had ever tasted before. She began to lap it up eagerly. "Oh, yes!" Sandy sighed. "Keep doing that!"
Carla made long, slow lapping strokes with her tongue, up and down the swollen cunt lips. It thrilled Carla to see how excited she could make Sandy.
"Oh, oh!" Carla moaned. "Baby, your cunt is so beautiful. I love it. I could eat you forever!"
"Oh, yes, yes," Sandy breathed, jamming her hips forward. The sexy words had made her even more excited. "I love your tongue inside my hot pussy. Keep it going!"
Sandy's hips were grinding now in a heated rhythm. To Carla, it was beautiful. She was feeling intense physical desire for the first time in her life. The only other sex experiences she had had, were in her own bed with her own finger diddling her own cunt. Now she was sucking her best friend's cunt with relish.
The shame was all gone now, and in its place was lust. She flipped her hands under the rounded globes of the firm, round ass and cradled the flesh in her hands. She began to knead and squeeze the flesh, enjoying the unaccustomed sensation of Sandy's silky skin.
"Oh, yes, baby!" Sandy moaned. "Squeeze my ass. Do it to me, baby. Squeeze my ass as hard as you can."
Carla dug her fingers in harder, against the meaty ass flesh. Sandy pushed her ass down against Carla's hands. This made Carla's knuckes dig into the sand. Carla could feel the cool, damp sand caressing her chest and belly, too.
The grainy softness of the sand was exciting to her flesh. It stuck to Sandy's damp, round ass as Carla's fingers rubbed around and around it.
"Oh, God!" Sandy moaned. "That sand is really a trip. It fees so good!"
Carla saw Sandy's big boobies flopping from side to side as she tossed her body around in her excitement. The soft, white knobs were poking straight up into the air. Sandy's eyes were rolled up in a swoon, and her eyelids were fluttering rapidly.
"Oh, baby," Sandy whimpered, "lick my pussy harder! Drink up all my cunt juice! Do you feel it pouring into your mouth?"
Carla buried her face even harder in the delicious, wet twat that was before her. Her eager tongue was exploring every crevice of the fleshy hole. She lapped up the juice and swallowed it down, licking and sucking at the hot flesh.
Then, Sandy grabbed Carla's soft, blonde hair in her hands and raised it.
"Go higher, honey," she begged. "Get your tongue onto my clit. There, that's right. Do you feel it?"
Suddenly, Carla felt the little hard love button against her tongue. It protruded at the very top of Sandy's cunt. The moment her tongue touched the throbbing clitty, Sandy jumped with pleasure.
"Hmm, I feel it," said Sandy. "That's my lovebud."
As Carla's rapid, pointy tongue began to send ripples of fire through Sandy's clit, Sandy moaned and shuddered, writhing in ecstasy. Carla whipped her tongue up and down the stiff little clit. She could feel it throbbing as she licked and caressed it.
She felt it rising. It excited her tremendously. "Oh! Ah!" said Sandy. She was wriggling her pussy frantically from side to side now, and her hips moved rhythmically, pressing against Carla's mouth. She could feel Carla's saliva mixing with her cunt juice and dribbling out of her hot snatch.
Carla flicked her tongue eagerly back and forth over the stiff clit. "Oh!" Sandy gasped.
Carla bore down harder with her pink tongue. "Oh, yes!" Sandy screamed, as a jolt of ecstasy surged through her. "That's it, baby. Eat the gism out of me!"
Sandy went completely wild now. She thrashed against the sand as if she had lost control of her body. She jerked and twisted as her pussy reached an intense wave of bliss. She beat the sand with her hands and it went flying in every direction.
Carla felt as if she was drowning beautifully in a sea of sand and pussy. The sand rubbed against her skin and the taste and aroma of the cunt juice filled her nose and throat. Sandy was pushing her pulsating twat so hard against Carla's mouth now, that Carla could hardly breathe.
Carla had never had an orgasm or seen anyone at the point of one. She wondered what it felt like. She knew that it was about to happen to Sandy. "Oh, baby," Sandy moaned. "Eat me harder! Lick my sweet cunt!"
Her hips were beating a frantic rhythm as she began to reach her climax. Suddenly, her whole body contracted. Every muscle went tense and she let out a piercing scream.
"I'm cuming, I'm cuming!" she screamed. She shoved Carla's face deep into her cunt and ground her hips forward. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! You're making me see stars, baby! Oh, fuck me with your hot tongue. Do it. Do it!"
Hot cunt juice came gushing out of Sandy's fuckhole, filling Carla's mouth. Carla joyously lapped up every drop of the hot, spicy, sweet gism. Her face pressed tightly into the wet, warm pussy. Sandy jerked away from her and rolled onto her stomach on the sand. She lay there limply, stretched out on her face and panting heavily in the after-glow of orgasm.
Her skin was white as the sun-bleached sand, and glistening wetly. In a few weeks she would be golden brown. Her soft, blonde hair stuck damply to her shoulders. Carla reached out and ran her hand down the soft curve of Sandy's ass. Carla felt her own desire begin to rise.
She hardly knew what desire was, but she was sure that this bittersweet ache inside her twat was something like what Sandy had been feeling.
"Oh, Sandy," she whispered, "I want it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to do it to me. I'm all aching and wet down there in my pussy."
Sandy rolled over and sat up. She swept her eyes down the length of her young girl friend's body. She knew the fire of desire. Sandy slowly unhooked Carla's bra and let it drop away.
Carla's pointy little tits, not quite formed yet, jutted out. Sandy reached up and swept her fingers gently over the exposed nakedness of Carla's chest. Carla gasped in surprise.
Then, Sandy began to pinch and stroke her nipples, bringing them to erection. Carla closed her eyes tightly and held perfectly still, savoring the sensations that were so new to her.
She trembled as she began to feel the throb of desire inside her young and inexperienced body. The sun beat down on her shoulders and a cool breeze rippled over her skin. She was beginning to lose herself in the excitement.
Sandy's touch was gentle. Then Sandy slid her fingers down her friend's waist and let them hover over her lower belly. Carla felt a feeling surge up in her tight, young pussy. Then Sandy reached inside Carla's bikini and began to draw it off her.
Sandy pulled off Carla's brief bikini bottom and dropped it on the sand. Then she pried Carla's thighs apart with her hands.
"Hmm. I smell your cherry. You're dripping wet," said Sandy.
"Oh, yes," Carla moaned in her throat. "It's so hot and wet down there. I've never felt like this before. I'm aching like there's a fire down there."
Sandy reached out and fingered Carla's tight little gash. Carla gasped as Sandy's fingers brushed against her swollen cunt lips for the first time.
Sandy's fingers stroked gently up and down the juicy grooves of her wet pussy. Then she took the outer lips between her fingers and pulled Carla's twat wide open. She darted out her tongue and began to flicker it delicately up and down.
"Hmm," Sandy murmured. "I like the way you taste. Your pussy's sweet, baby, so sweet!"
She worked her way back and forth, up and down, lapping up the juices of Carla's twat. As she licked, cunt juice began to flow.
Sandy slid her tongue down and began to ripple it around in a circular motion around Carla's virgin clit. She ran the delicate tip of her tongue around and around the hard button. "You feel me there?" Sandy asked.
"Oh, yes," Carla moaned. "I feel it. Oh, gosh, how I feel it!"
Then Sandy ran her tongue up and down inside Carla's juicy pussy. She stiffened her tongue and jabbed it playfully like a cock. She felt the clit respond instantly, growing stiff and erect. The pulse was beginning to pound in it already.
She was teasing and tantalizing her, working on her young, cherry twat. Sandy inhaled deeply the smell of Carla's snatch. She had desired Carla a long time. Now it was too good to be true. She especially loved being Carla's first lover.
She looked down at Carla's cunt spread out before her, and felt a shiver of intense delight go through her body. She would eat Carla's box so that she would never forget it. She would lick the sweet little clit with all the skill she possessed, so that Carla's first climax would really be one to remember.
She began pressing harder and faster with her tongue, building the rhythm.
"Oh!" gasped Carla suddenly. "Oh, my cunt. Oh, what's happening? Oh, it feels so good!" Her body went all tense with a surge of arousal. The hot, skillful tongue-tip began to bear down harder and faster, rippling over the throbbing clit. As if by instinct, Carla began to pick up the rhythms and movements of fucking.
Her shapely little ass contracted and released, as she shoved her throbbing pussy forward and back against her lover's mouth. She felt the cool, damp sand digging deliciously into the flesh of her ass. She ran her fingers through the sand. Then she moved her hands down and began to run them over Sandy's smooth back.
She dug her fingers into Sandy's soft, blonde hair, enjoying the softness of it against her hands. Sandy was concentrating on her clit, now, running her tongue around and around in a figure-eight motion.
"Do you like it?" Sandy asked.
"Hmm," Carla groaned. Her eyes were closed and the sun beat down against her eyelids. She saw the exquisite colors and felt the tingling sensations that sensual pleasure brings.
"Oh, oh!" she gasped. "I feel your tongue deep in my twat. It feels so good."
Sandy knew she had Carla ready. She was taking her to the peak of her excitement. She began to fuck harder with her tongue.
"Oh, baby," she murmured. "I love the way your cunt tastes. I want to swallow your juices. Cum in my mouth."
The sexy words fired Carla's desire even more. She began thrusting harder and faster with her hips, her rhythm building to a frantic fucking frenzy. Carla responded with her hips to every thrust of the pointy tongue.
Her pussy was throbbing now. "Oh!" she shrieked. "Do it to me! Yes, yes, that's it! Fuck me! Faster, faster!"
Sandy responded eagerly, tongue-fucking her harder and harder. She was giving her every ounce of skill she possessed now. "Oh!" she screamed. "What's happening to me? It's so good! I'm exploding inside!"
Suddenly, her very first orgasm ripped into her and she felt as if it was going to tear her pussy apart. Wave after wave of burning sweetness exploded in her cunt and flooded over her entire body.
She thrashed against the sand, grabbing handfuls of it and squeezing it tightly. She shoved her young twat down hard against her lover's mouth, and felt luscious saliva dripping down her pussy and overflowing, wetting her tender ass.
Her whole body was dissolving in sensations she had never felt before. She was hypnotized by the complete ecstasy of the tongue-fucking. "Oh, oh!" she gasped, as jolt after jolt of pleasure exploded inside her.
Her beautiful blonde head tossed from side to side on the sand, and her hair swirled around in shining arcs. Sandy kept lapping at her, to keep her going as long as she could.
Finally, Carla's pleasure was fulfilled and she sighed, and slowed her movements. She lay back against the sand, panting with exhaustion. Sandy lifted her head from the streaming cunt and slid her body up, stretching out beside her.
Carla looked deep into Sandy's dark eyes and felt a sudden jolt of shock and astonishment. She felt an overpowering sense of shame.
How can I face this, she thought to herself? How can I face this lustful, carnal act? She thought of Cindy Breyer, the girl whose room she shared, and realized how much she had been wanting to make love to her. She saw Cindy's lovely body before her. She could picture it naked and under her hands.
She felt an uncontrollable surge of lust rush through her hot body. "Oh, oh!" she moaned, burying her face in Sandy's neck. She wrapped her arms around Sandy's naked body and began to cry softly.
She knew that life at the Breyer house was going to be more and more difficult. She shared a room with Cindy, who was sixteen years old. Every night she watched her undress for bed. She even helped her zipper her dress in the back. And now, she couldn't help thinking of hot, wet pussy whenever she thought of Cindy.
CHAPTER TWO
They stayed for many hours fucking and stroking each other. Half the time, Carla closed her eyes and imagined that she was with Cindy Breyer. She hoped that Cindy would not be up when she got home. She thought that Cindy would somehow know from looking at Carla's face, what had been going on in her mind.
As she slipped into the front door, she saw that the house was dark. At first, she thought that nobody was home. The only light that was on was in the hall leading into the kitchen.
She wanted to go to her room and peel herself out of her still-damp bathing suit. Her body was sandy all over and sweaty from fucking. But she decided to go to the kitchen first and get something to eat.
As she walked through the dining room, she stopped short. There were strange sounds coming from the kitchen and whispering voices. She drew back into the shadows, knowing instinctively that she shouldn't be seen. She had no idea of what was going on.
She tried to figure out what those sounds could be, but her muddled mind couldn't make any sense of them. Maybe it was a burglar.
She crept quietly towards the kitchen to investigate. As she got near the doorway, she was able to see outlines in the dim light. She was shocked!
Her friend Cindy was sitting naked and beautiful on the kitchen table. Her knees were drawn back up tightly against her pert, round titties. She was rocking back and forth and moaning softly. Her shapely arms were clutched around her knees, making her look as if she was in a fetal position.
Her brother, Mike, was standing beside her. He was naked and his cock was huge, stiff, and rock-hard, jutting straight out from his body. Carla had never seen a man's dick before, and it pleased her eyes.
Mike Breyer was stroking his sister's dark hair softly, running his big hands gently over her curving shoulders. "Come on, baby," he was whispering softly. "We've always been good together. You know how much we want each other!"
"No!" Cindy said softly. She sounded as if she was about to cry. "We can't do this anymore. I can't go on like this. It's wrong."
"But baby," he crooned, "remember how good it is. Remember how you feel when I have my big cock up inside your soft pussy?"
He began to run his hands seductively up and down her soft, milk-white thighs. She shivered slightly as her wet twat began to get hot in spite of herself. Carla buried her face in her hands, trying to blot out the scene that was before her.
She wanted to erase it forever from her mind. Why don't I turn around and leave, and go home to England, she asked herself, or go to my room and pretend it never happened? But she couldn't move. She was rooted to the spot.
She felt shame rising inside her again, but, at the same time, she felt the desire. She ran her eyes hungrily over Cindy's naked body and felt the juices begin running in her twat.
"Oh, baby," her brother whispered. "I want you, I want you."
He lifted one of her hands and placed it around his hairy prick. "Feel my dick. Feel how stiff and hard it is, and all for you!"
Cindy let her limp hand be lifted, let her fingers be closed around her older brother's throbbing prick. Then, Mike closed his big hands over hers and began to rub up and down. His stiff, throbbing cock began to writhe back and forth in Cindy's fingers.
"Oh, baby," Mike groaned, "feel my stiff cock. Feel how it grows for you. Remember how good it feels inside of your sweet pussy. Forget society's rules. We don't make babies. What's wrong with feeling good?"
Cindy moaned softly and leaned her head forward against her brother's hairy chest. Carla saw a slight shudder of desire go through her friend's body. She realized that her brother's argument was correct. Cindy's hand began to move up and down the stiff, damp prick.
"I want you, baby," Mike said hypnotically. "I want to put my big, hungry cock inside your hot cunt and take you to heaven. Feel how hot your cunt is?"
Cindy moaned again and changed her position. Her knees came out from under her chin and the long, lovely legs were dangling over the edge of the table. Her young, still-tight pussy was opened and unprotected now. She was weakening.
Her brother was quick to see his advantage. He began to run his big, strong hands lustfully up and down her soft thighs.
"Feel how your twat is throbbing, baby?" he whispered hoarsely. "You're so wet from wanting me that I can smell you from here. Admit it. You want me, don't you, and what the fuck is wrong with that? After we fuck, we're the same people. Who are we hurting?"
Cindy didn't answer, but her hand was stroking his prick furiously, up and down. The white fingers were jerking the swollen length of his cock. The first drops of cock juice were smeared on her hands.
The wetness sent a stab of excitement through her body. She was growing dizzy in the head and juicy in the cunt. The urge to resist had completely disappeared. That terrible lustful ache in her cunt was growing stronger and stronger.
She spread her legs, and Mike swiftly slid his hands up to the velvety furrow of her inner thighs.
"Tell me you want it, my sweet sister, tell me how much you want me. I want to hear you say it."
A low moan of agonizing desire escaped her throat. "Oh, yes!" she gasped. "I love your cock. I can't help it. I need to feel it inside my cunt. Take me. Oh, take me. I don't care what anyone says, I need you to fuck me."
Carla gasped involuntarily in the darkness and turned away. She didn't know how much more of this she could stand. She felt shame, but her hot cunt was throbbing.
Her horror was all the greater because of her discovery this afternoon. She knew now that she lusted after her girl friend's lush, young body as much as Cindy's brother did. She felt her cunt begin to throb again. Her cunt burned in an obscene fire. Mike's argument made sense to her. And if it applied to brother and sister, then maybe it applied to her.
Involuntarily, her hands moved to her own thighs and began stroking up and down. Her skin had learned to respond to a sexual touch now. Immediately, she felt those same tingling thrills building in her pussy that she had felt that afternoon with Sandy.
She watched the erotic scene in the kitchen and went on stroking her thighs up and closer to her damp, sweet cunt. Mike took Cindy's knees in his big hands and pulled them apart.
Carla gasped when she saw her friend's naked pussy. She could see it gleaming with cunt juice. "Oh, brother," Cindy gasped in an almost little-girl voice, "do it to me! Finger my pussy! I'm aching to feel your fingers stroking it!"
She was looking down in fascination, her arms wrapped around Mike's muscular neck. Mike parted her soaking twat with two of his fingers and began to stroke up and down her cunt lips.
Her luscious wet pussy juice came off on his fingers, exciting him. "Ah!" he moaned. "That's my little girl. Like velvet! You have the sweetest cunt in the world! I know how to do it. How to take his little sister straight to heaven. Just relax."
Then, suddenly, he inserted his two big fingers in her wide-open cunt. "Ah! Oh!" she moaned. Her entire body went tense with desire. Her fingernails dug into her brother's muscular shoulders and her thighs flew wider apart for him, opening her sweet pleasure box still further.
"Oh! Oh, yes!" she moaned softly. Mike began to move his fingers in and out of her cunt, building her desire. She was on her way to orgasm and there was no turning back for her.
He slid his fingers in and out of her pulsating pussy, building up a rhythm. Her eyes were tightly closed and her delicate lips were slightly parted. Her tongue swept over her lips.
Her pussy lips were gleaming wet with saliva.
Mike began to lick the surface of the hot cunt-lips. Cindy gasped suddenly as his tongue entered her twat. He licked and nipped and bit and fondled, getting her pussy wet with saliva.
Cindy began squeezing her big tits and twisting the nipples in her fingers.
Carla was astonished. She had never seen Cindy like this. She had never even dreamed that her friend could be like this. The ache inside Carla grew to agonizing proportions, as she watched her friend.
Carla felt lust burning fiercely inside her. Just as sensuous and just as forbidden a lust as Cindy's own brother. Carla was flooded with conflicting sensations. She felt surge after surge of intense physical desire.
But, at the same time, she felt shame and revulsion. She watched as the scene developed before her eyes, unable to tear herself away. Cindy was grinding her hips around in circular motions, shoving her hot snatch forward frantically against her brother's probing fingers.
Mike's fingers moved in and out of her juicy pussy. Then his other hand moved up to her soft, round tits.
"Oh, baby," he murmured. "I love your tits. I love the way your boobs feel in my hands."
"Oh, yes!" she sobbed. "I love the way you do my tits. Pinch them and make me feel good."
Mike began pinching and pulling at her big, red nipples. They grew stiff and erect. They made his mouth water for them. "I want to suck your tits, baby," he moaned.
"I want to bite your hot tits. I want to suck them and swallow them down!"
He bent his head to her right tit and began to feed hungrily on it. He flickered his hot tongue around and around the tight red rim of her nipple. "Oh, do it," Cindy murmured. "Oh, lick it. Lick it and suck it, Mike. That's the way I like it."
His tongue went faster and faster as he felt her nipple hardening like a little acorn. He savored the rough texture of it against his tongue. It excited him. Then, he closed his teeth around it gently and began to bite at the rubbery tip.
"Oh, chew on my tit," Cindy screamed. "Bite it, baby, bite it off! That's the way I love it. You know how I love it!"
Her panting brother worked at her eagerly, nipping and biting at her ripe nipple. He knew exactly how she loved it. He had done it many times before. They had enjoyed this relationship together for three years now, ever since Cindy was thirteen and he was seventeen. He had been her first cock, and he wasn't her only man. He knew that his sister made it in the back seats of cars with those young jerks that she went out with. They talked about it often. She told him of their clumsy efforts and they laughed about it together. She said that nobody had a more talented cock than he did. He loved to fuck her.
Sometimes, Mike turned to his wife in the middle of the night out of sheer desperate desire for his sister.
They lived in the big house all together. Janet, his wife, could not help but know about him and his sister. Well, he always had something left over for his wife.
He buried his face in Cindy's luscious titties and drank up their warmth. The skin was soft and smooth.
He took her whole delectable titty into his mouth and began to suck hungrily on it. He drew it in in long pulls, sucking and licking at the sweet flavor of her skin. She arched her back forward, eagerly shoving her big boobies further and further into his mouth.
"Suck my titty! It feels fantastic!"
His fingers were fucking in and out of her hot pussy, now, at a ramrod pace. She was shoving her hips forward lustfully, trying to drive him deeper and deeper inside her twat.
She could feel the hot cunt juice pouring out of her cunt and dripping all over his fingers and hand.
He lifted his face from her heaving knobs, panting heavily.
"I want you, baby, I want you," he gasped.
"Oh, fuck me," she moaned. She released his neck and lay back against the table, spreading her legs and pulling her cunt wide open for him.
He positioned the big purple head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt. He could feel it pulsing and throbbing, anxious to receive him.
He grasped her hips in his big hands, and shoved forward with all his might.
"Oh!" Cindy screamed, as her brother's pecker rammed her pussy to its full length. Then, she began to rock rhythmically back and forth on the table.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed. "I need it so much!"
Her hips began to slam forward in a rapid rhythm. She was pumping her pussy at him for all she was worth. Her shapely ass rocketed around and around on the table as he slammed forward, again and again.
Carla saw her white skin gleam seductively as she moved in the dim light, and watched Mike's towering form over Cindy as he stood at the edge of the table. She saw his powerful, throbbing cock working in and out of his sister's cunt.
She could hear the wetness of it as it sloshed around in the cunt juices.
Carla's own hands moved higher and higher up her crotch. She began to stroke her pussy through the wet, clinging material of her bathing suit.
She could feel the grains of sand still stuck in it, coming off in her hands. She could feel the hot cunt juice begin to stain through.
Then, she spread her legs and slipped her fingers under the edge of the swimsuit. Straight to the hot, waiting pussy.
"Oh!" she gasped out loud as her fingers reached her aching clitoris. She was afraid that they might have heard her.
But, they were completely lost in their own little world, gasping and panting so heavily that they couldn't hear anything now.
Carla closed her eyes tightly and began to put her fingers over the stiff, throbbing clit button.
The thrilling sensations of this afternoon were beginning to rise intensely in her young pussy. She stroked gently and slowly at first, feeling the burning sweetness begin to grow. Then she began jerking her fingers in and out more quickly.
The whispered words of the couple on the table reached her ears. They entered her mind, entered her body and fired her arousal to an unbearable pitch.
She was drifting into a hypnotic trance. She imagined those words being spoken to her.
"Oh!" Cindy gasped. "It feels so good. Shove it into me, baby. Fuck it up inside me as far as you can!"
Carla's tender, young pussy jammed frantically forward. She felt as if Cindy's words were spoken to her, for her. She felt her clit growing under her fingers.
Her clit was burning, throbbing, lusting under the jerking of her fingers.
"Oh, yes!" Cindy gasped, louder this time. "Shove your beautiful cock up my cunt. Rip me open. Fuck me!"
Carla's hips slammed forward, faster and faster, beating a frantic tempo against her fingers.
She was filled with a surging lust for Cindy Breyer, and it was boiling and erupting inside her like a volcano of desire.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," murmured Carla. She slammed her hips forward again and again.
"Let me fuck you, my darling. My little friend," she crooned to herself. "I'm inside you. All of my lust and hotness is inside you. We are fucking together. I'm taking you, I'm taking you!"
Then she heard Mike Breyer's voice breaking in on her fantasy.
"Cindy, my little Cindy," he crooned. "I love you."
Carla tried to shove that voice out of her mind.
She tried not to hear it.
"I love to fuck you, baby," Mike whispered hoarsely. "I can't live without putting my cock inside you."
"No, no," Carla murmured. "That's not right. It isn't you, it's me! She's mine, she belongs to me. I want her!"
Mike's cock was moving faster and faster now, slamming in and out of his sister's fuckhole with incredible force. He began twisting and turning his hips in a circular motion, rubbing his prick against all her cunt walls.
His big balls were slapping against the softness of her thighs. Cindy reached down and held his balls in her hand. She began to jiggle them up and down with her fingers.
He gasped. "Do it, baby! Beat my balls. I love your hot little hands on my nuts!"
Carla tried to close her ears, to force his voice out of her mind. The male voice had no place in her fantasy. Her body was filled with a savage raging fire for her friend, Cindy.
"Oh, I love it," Cindy gasped. She was panting heavily now, rapidly reaching her climax. "I need you, fuck me, ram it into me as hard as you can!"
"Yes, yes," crooned Carla to herself. "I'm giving it to you, baby. I'm doing it to you as hard as I can. Can you feel me? Oh, Cindy, feel me inside you!"
Carla's jerking hands went faster and faster against her throbbing clit. She could hear from the sounds of heavy breathing that the two of them were about to reach a climax.
She was almost there herself. The table was rocking wildly, straining to the breaking point by Cindy's body coming down on it, again and again.
Cindy pushed and struggled against the table with her hands, scratching the wood with her fingernails. The table squeaked and creaked, almost threatening to give way.
Cindy felt the hardness of the table on her back, a luscious pain, firing the intensity of her desire.
Cindy opened her eyes and saw her brother's eyes tightly closed. His entire body was taut and intense with the effort he was making. His flesh was white before the final explosion.
"Oh, baby!" he yelled. "Here it comes! I'm going to shoot it into you! I'm going to fill you with so much cream that you'll never forget it!"
Cindy felt his hot, heavy dick spurt and jerk inside her, his long jets of hot cream spurting up her cunt. Her pussy was totally bathed in a fountain of his delicious wet gism. He kept pumping it into her.
Cindy's own orgasm exploded inside her hot pussy. She thrust her cunt up against him frantically, pulling every drop of his cum into her thirsty twat.
She felt as if her entire body was going up in flames.
"Oh, oh, oh," she whimpered. Wave after wave of ecstasy ran through her body.
She squeezed her tits against his chest tightly, riding joy to the very end, and then, suddenly, she opened her eyes and groaned.
Carla was frightened to death that they had heard her. But one glance into the kitchen told her that she had nothing to fear. Mike was collapsed forward on top of his sister's tired body, breathing heavily, pillowing his head into her succulent boobies.
"Oh, sister, it's so good," he murmured. "Promise me that you won't take yourself away from me. Get laid, all over town. Marry if you want to, but always save room in your honey-cunt for me."
Cindy was stroking his hair tenderly. "No," she said. "Never. I'll never leave you. I couldn't live without fucking you."
Carla suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of jealousy, which she disguised as revulsion. She thought about what she had just seen. She had just watched brother fucking sister. She remembered the sight of his erect cock, and suddenly it was ugly to her.
Never, she thought to herself, never can I let a man inside me. It's horrible, it's awful, it's wrong. She remembered Sandy's tender mouth and hands on her this afternoon.
She remembered how soft and lovely those sensations had been. It didn't seem to compare with the hardness of that ugly dick.
She tiptoed away silently in the darkness and sneaked up to her room. She peeled herself out of her soaking wet, sandy bathing suit. A million thoughts were running through her mind.
She resented Mike terribly for what she had just seen. He had forced Cindy! She hadn't wanted to fuck him. He had forced her!
She slipped into a blouse and shorts, staring at her huge dark eyes and drawn face in the mirror.
Anger and lust were raging inside her. Besides, she said to herself, she's mine. Cindy is mine. I want her, I love her. It's not fair!
She sneaked silently out the back door, hoping she wouldn't be heard. She walked down to the back edge of the sloping lawn outside the big stone house and sat down under a tree. She sat there shaking, trying to get herself together.
She had seen and experienced more in this one day than she ever had before. She didn't understand it all, she didn't know what to do with it.
But one thing was certain. She was still filled with a raging, aching lust that would not be denied. She could think of nothing but Cindy's hot, wet twat. She re-experienced the pleasures of Sandy's tongue, and in her imagination, had Cindy licking and sucking her cunt. She leaned back up against the tree and looked up at the summer moon that was rising up in the sky. Then, again she closed her eyes and drifted back into sweet reverie.
She heard footsteps beside her.
She glanced up and saw Jimmy, a boy from school that she had gone out with a few times, standing there.
"Hi," said Jimmy, smiling broadly. "What's up?"
Carla couldn't think of anything to say. "Nothing," she said glumly, trying to cover her feelings.
"Hey, baby," he whispered, stroking her soft, blonde hair, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Carla snapped. She just couldn't think of anything else to say. Jimmy was silent for a minute. He wasn't used to seeing her in a mood like this. He hardly knew what to do with it.
"Tell you what," he said, "let's take a walk down by the pond. It's such a beautiful night. It's a shame to waste it."
As he said this, he ran his hand gently and erotically over her shoulder and down her arm. Carla shuddered slightly at his touch. Maybe a little walk was what she needed. She shrugged. Jimmy took this for an indication of desire.
He had dated her for a few times and he had wanted to make it with her since the start. He knew that she'd be a hot little bitch once she got started. But she had always held him off. He thought that this was because she was only fifteen, and he was sixteen. Maybe his desires were way ahead of hers.
But she had often given him little signals, or so he thought, that she had wanted to fuck him. He had seen desire awakening and burning inside the little English blonde, and he was ready and willing to fulfill it when the time came.
Jimmy had no way of knowing which direction this desire went. How could he know of Carla's lust for Cindy, or of what she had just seen?
"Come on," he said, pulling her to her feet. "Let's go!"
Carla allowed herself to be led out of the yard and down the path to the pond. She hardly knew where she was going, and she didn't care. She seemed to have no will of her own. She was ready to let happen whatever would. It didn't matter now. After what she had just seen and heard.
Sex was confusing and she had decided not to try to understand it. To cancel all her attitudes toward it. She let Jimmy lead her by her limp hand to the path. They reached the pond. Jimmy pulled her down against him. They didn't speak for several minutes, just lay there looking up at the sky.
But Carla could feel his heart begin to beat faster, under her ear which lay against his chest. She knew what was on his mind. She knew what he wanted and what he was thinking. He was thinking about fucking her, about ramming his cock into her cherry twat.
She lay there in the terrible quiet, unable to move, unable to do anything about it. Then suddenly, Jimmy's arms were around her and he was reaching for her mouth with his lips. His hands were running eagerly up and down the slender, muscular curves of her young body.
Inside of herself, she felt her desire begin to rise again. It was still there, that lust, hovering over the edge of her consciousness, waiting and aching to be fulfilled.
But the one who could fulfill it was fucking with her brother. She felt the desire would drive her insane. She could feel her cunt warming as his hands travelled over her clothing. He found her mouth and pressed his wet lips eagerly down beside it and his tongue licked at her teeth.
"No," she whispered weakly. But her body responded in spite of herself.
Suddenly, her arms were tight around his neck and her lips were pressing against his. He was pleased. He had never felt her respond to him like this before. He was almost sure that he was going to get laid. At last, this was the moment he was waiting for!
His hairy cock was getting stiff and rock-hard inside his pants. It was thrusting up against the material, throbbing. As their kiss became more passionate, he fumbled into her shorts and ripped them off her. He threw them onto the ground, exposing her soft, white hips.
Carla lay limply in Jimmy's arms. Mike's arguments kept running through her mind.
She was responding to him, the desire flooding up and engulfing her. She suddenly remembered Cindy. Jimmy wasn't the one she wanted. She began to thrash against him frantically.
"You really want me, baby, don't you? I'm so glad! This is the way it should be. Oh, Carla, I've wanted you for so long!"
He ripped himself out of his pants and came down on top of her. Nothing could stop him now. He was convinced that this sudden change in her attitude meant that she had made up her mind.
He was convinced that this meant that she wanted him to fuck her just as much as he wanted to. He spread her thighs with his knees, opening her cherry cunt. Then he took his position, placing the tip of his throbbing pecker against the slippery wetness of her pussy.
"Oh, baby," he murmured. "You're so wet. I feel it. I feel hot cunt juice pouring out of your sweet pussy. It feels so good against my hot cock!"
She twisted and turned underneath him. The sharp leaves and branches were digging into her tender little ass. The night air was cold on her wet, exposed pussy. She was murmuring softly, things Jimmy could not understand.
She was in a hypnotic trance. "Oh, fuck me! I need it!" she screamed. Then, she began mumbling all kinds of things.
He heard, "Oh, Cindy," come from her mouth. And "brother" and a lot of confused murmurs that he didn't understand, but he just assumed that she was delirious in her desire. He began to stroke his pulsing prick-head against the swollen lips of her tender twat. They were puffy and wet with desire.
He could tell how much she wanted him. The pussy juice was pouring out of her. He was driven to a fever pitch of excitement.
"Oh, Carla, darling," he said. "I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fill you with my dick. I want to shoot my hot juices into you."
"Oh, oh," Carla moaned, sobbing in her desire. Her fingernails were raking his back, leaving long trails of red blood. And her body was thrashing from side to side, digging down hard against the sharp branches.
She was pushing him away from her and pulling him to her at the same time. He couldn't understand what she was doing. He thought it might be because she was frightened, or maybe because she was a cherry.
"I'll fuck you good, baby. You'll see," he whispered.
He told her to relax. He began moving carefully forward, the throbbing head of his stiff cock aimed toward her pussy. She felt his giant prick stroking against her aching pussy. She felt it begin to enter into her tight, young fuckhole. He thrust forward again and again.
She felt his hard dick begin to penetrate into her deep, velvety cunt. She was ripped and torn inside. She felt his cock growing bigger and harder, and then he began pumping his cum into her.
She felt his hot juice dripping onto her hot, juicy twat. It seared her with fires of desire.
"No!" she screamed. "No, no, no, no!"
All she could hear in her mind was the voice of Mike Breyer. All she could see was Mike's cock puncturing the twat of her precious Cindy.
She jumped out of Jimmy's arms and rolled onto her stomach.
She was sobbing frantically now, flailing the ground with her fists. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her.
"Oh, baby, it's all right," he said.
But it wasn't all right. It wasn't all right at all. She had given it a try and it didn't work. In the same day she had had her first sex experiences with a girl, and her first sex experience with a boy. She loved Cindy. She loved Sandy. She loved the thought of fucking them. The thought of fucking a boy was horrible to her.
CHAPTER THREE
Carla retreated into a shell. She was ashamed of her desire for female love. She had no one she could explain it to. Whenever she saw Sandy, even for a moment, she felt her cunt begin to tingle with desire. She tried to avoid being with her. She avoided Jimmy completely.
Finally, one day at school, Jimmy cornered her and started to talk to her. "Look honey," he said pleadingly, "I'm really sorry about what happened. Won't you forgive me, please?"
"I'm not mad at you, Jimmy," Carla said, looking at the floor. "There's nothing to forgive."
"Well, if you say so," said Jimmy doubtfully. "But it sure seems to me that you've been avoiding me lately. Honestly, Carla, I love you, and I'll do everything I can to make you happy."
"Oh, Jimmy," Carla sighed. Jimmy was a good guy. It was really too bad that she felt the way she did. She only wished that Jimmy could make her happy. If only life were that simple! If only she could daydream about cock like the other girls did. And get her rocks off with Jimmy in the back of some car.
But life was a torture for her now. She found herself thinking about Mike and Cindy constantly. She felt as if everything that she said to either of them would give her away. She had begun to lie awake nights, listening for sounds in the house.
She had discovered that Mike often went to Cindy's room in the middle of the night, while his wife was asleep. Janet tended to be a poor sleeper, so she always took sleeping pills. This knocked her out so completely that Mike knew there was no danger of her waking up and discovering them.
Carla began to take an evil sort of pleasure in saying things to both of them that would upset them and make them feel the paranoia of guilt.
"Cindy," she would say, "where did you get those red marks on your shoulders? It looks like you were in a fight!"
"Oh-ah!" Cindy stammered. "I really haven't the faintest idea. Must be mosquito bites. Or maybe I ran into something."
"Sure," Carla smirked bitterly. "She ran into something all right. She ran into her brother's teeth with her nipples."
She would heckle Mike. "I heard strange sounds last night. It was in the middle of the night and I heard someone walking around up here. Did you hear anything?"
"No," Mike snapped sharply. "I didn't hear anything."
Then he snatched up his coat, heading for the door, leaving for work a little earlier than he had intended to.
"Well, I'll see you all later," he said. The door slammed behind him and Carla felt a knot in her stomach.
She was constantly on the edge of sexual arousal. Her tight young twat was constantly aching for relief. Evenings dragged on endlessly.
She couldn't think or even read. All she could think of was Cindy. Sometimes she thought of Sandy. Sometimes she lay down on her bed with her legs spread wide apart. Her hands stroked and petted her own cunt, trying to get relief. A finger would find her stiff clitty and rub mechanically, until, exploding with pleasure, she came, wetting her hand and the bedsheet.
Her mind was filled with fantasy images. She thought mostly of tits and cunts as she released her own sexual desire. She was not thinking of cocks. She couldn't.
But one night it occurred to her how much Cindy's younger brother, Mark, looked like Cindy. He had the same thick hair and exquisite eyes. He was tall and leggy like Cindy, but magnificently built. Already, at fourteen, very mature for his age, he was turning into a fine specimen of a man.
The fire inside Carla took a new direction. She began to think of Mark's young cock with lust.
She never thought she could transfer the passion she felt for Cindy to a man. But if any man could receive it, it was Mark.
She felt her resolve growing firmer inside her.
She stood up and took her clothes off. She looked at her small, pointed, firm, pink-tipped titties in the mirror. Then she slipped into a thin cotton housecoat and wrapped it around her. She padded out to the landing on her bare feet and started down the stairs. The whole family was out tonight except for her and Mark. They were alone. This could be her chance.
She didn't know where he was but she would find him. This was her golden opportunity. She was sure that the family would be out until very late. She crept softly down the carpeted stairs toward the living room. She saw a light coming from the den and heard rock music on the stereo blasting in there.
She peeked inside. There was Mark, stretched out on the couch listening to the music. His eyes were closed. He was wearing nothing but undershorts and Carla could clearly see the stiffness of his virile, young cock. It bulged up against his shorts enticingly.
She could see that he was hard and stiff. He was absent-mindedly stroking the rod. For the first time, she felt the surge of desire at the sight of a prick. Mark glanced up when he sensed her standing at the door.
It was a quick, frightened glance, as if he had been caught having unwholesome thoughts.
He saw an expression on her face that he had never seen there before. There was a burning in her eyes that was unmistakable. He knew exactly what that expression was.
She was gazing at him with desire. She licked her lips in a way that made her intentions very clear. Suddenly, Mark felt himself blush under the open brazenness of her stare.
"Er-hi!" he stammered. Carla didn't answer him. She just licked her lips, slowly and deliberately.
"Come on over, I was just goofing," he said, patting the couch beside him. "There's room for two over here."
She sidled over-and sat down beside him. Her eyes were glued to his stiff, bulging cock. She saw his eyes begin to travel over her body. She knew he discovered that she was wearing nothing under a translucent gown. She drew the soft material tight against her tits.
Then she saw his dick begin to grow harder and stiffer under his shorts. "Hey," he said, "you better be careful, little Carla. You're doing things to me."
"I know," said Carla. Her face was very serious now, and she wasn't smiling at all.
Mark let out a low whistle. "What's come over you? I've never seen you like this before."
"What's come over me?" Carla laughed bitterly. 'The same thing that comes over every normal girl when she reaches puberty." She closed her eyes for a moment and squeezed her own tits under his gaze.
Mark was staring at her. It was obvious that he was terribly excited. His cock was straining and throbbing against his shorts.
"Do you see it, baby?" he whispered in a throaty voice. "Do you see how hard you've made my cock just by being here?"
She nodded, her eyes fixed in fascination on the swelling dick that was now poking out of the fly of his shorts.
"Have you ever fucked with a man before?" Mark asked her.
She shook her head for an answer.
"Do you know what this is?" Mark asked her, languidly stroking the smooth skin of his pecker.
"It's your dick," Carla whispered, beginning to feel shudders of desire go running through her body.
She twisted her hips slightly, pressing down against the pillows of the couch.
"Tell me, baby," Mark said, "what you want me to do with it."
"I-I-I-" Carla stammered, and then stopped short. She felt another hot flash of desire go through her.
"Oh," she moaned, "I want you to fuck me with it. I want you to stick that big, hairy cock up inside my cunt and fuck me."
She gazed into his eyes and almost felt as if she saw Cindy staring back at her. Her pussy was in full bloom now, throbbing and surging inside of her.
She looked down at Mark's muscular cock. It was sticking straight up now, all purple and pulsating with anticipation.
"Let me see your body," he said hoarsely. "Take that thing off and let me see your tight cherry cunt."
She untied the dressing gown and dropped it to the floor. She shuddered with excitement as the young stud ran his eyes over her body. She had never felt so naked before.
She was very aware of her young, pointy bobbies. She knew they would be beautiful when they were full-grown.
She could already see a drop of gooey, clear fluid begin to glisten at the tip of his cock, which had finally freed itself completely and stood proudly through the slit in his shorts. She reached out and gingerly touched it.
"Oh," he gasped when he felt her fingers on his prick. "Oh, yes, baby, that feels so good. Stroke my dick."
She began to run her fingers over the silky, throbbing head. It excited her tremendously.
"Do you like it?" Mark moaned. "Do you like to feel my cock?"
"Oh, yes," she gasped. Her cunt was hot and moist now. "I love your big schlong."
"And what do you want to do with it?"
His hips began to pump in the rhythm of fucking now.
"I want to bite it," she said. "I want to lick it all over. I want to suck on it."
Her desire drove her onward. She bent her head over his rod. Then she darted out her tongue and fluttered it over the big red head. She lapped up the lubricating fluids and rolled them around on her tongue".
"Oh, it tastes different," she exclaimed in surprise.
"Different from what?" Mark asked.
"Different from pussy juice," said Carla, smiling at him mischievously.
Mark laughed, looking at her. "Little girl, you're full of surprises, aren't you?"
She was running her hot, pink little tongue up and down his stiff pecker now. She rippled and fluttered it rapidly, enjoying the way the velvety skin felt against her tongue. It was the first time for her, but she seemed to have a natural talent for blow jobs.
"That's it, baby, you catch on fast," he breathed heavily.
She took the big, rubbery head of his dick completely in her mouth. She sucked gently on it, while running her hot tongue around the throbbing head. She began to nibble on it gently. The taste of it fascinated her. It was the first time she had ever had a dick in her mouth.
She let her tongue ripple over the stiff shaft and bit it very gently.
"Oh, good, sweetheart," he breathed. "Bite me. You're doing fine."
She began to nip gently all up and down the length of his stiff shaft. She found herself wanting to bite harder and harder.
"It's okay, honey," Mark panted. "You can do it harder. Ah, that's it. Dig into me. Chew my dick."
She dug her teeth eagerly into his tender prick meat. His gasps and sobs were thrilling to her. Mark's prick was was jerking spasmodically as she sucked at it.
"Now, suck on it, baby," he whispered. "Suck on it. I want to fill your throat with my hot gism."
His juice was flowing freely now. It was wetting her lips and tongue. She lapped up some of the drops from the tip and rolled them around in her mouth. She parted her lips and let the purple tip of his dong slide in and out of her mouth.
"Oh," he moaned, "your mouth is really good. It's so hot and warm. Take me in. Suck me all the way in."
He shoved forward with his hips. At the same time, she opened her mouth wide so that his cock could enter. His huge young pecker went sliding easily into her mouth.
She was filled with lust for his throbbing, wet cock. She could feel the pulse throbbing against her tongue and cheeks.
She inhaled deeply of the smell of his crotch. It smelled different from Sandy's. She liked it.
He fucked his prick in and out of her mouth. She kept changing the pressure of her lips and tongue against it, trying to give him as much pleasure as she could. His fingers were playing in her hair now.
He began to stroke her soft, naked back and shoulders gently.
"Mmmm," she murmured against his cock. She began to suck harder and more passionately as his fingertips stroked her flesh.
She felt her hot pussy cunt-juice begin to flow out of her fuck box.
"Oh," Mark murmured, "that's good, baby, I love the way you suck my cock. Suck me right off."
She kept sucking at him and her skill began to develop as she worked and really began enjoying the job that she was doing. She was learning fast about what places on his tool were the most sensitive.
Every time he gasped, she felt a shiver in her cunt.
She squeezed and massaged his balls. "Yes, baby," he said, "squeeze my nuts in those soft, white hands."
She loved the way his sack filled her hands, so big and soft. He grabbed her head in his hands and lifted it off his cock.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "I want to save my load of cum for that sweet cherry twat of yours!"
He shoved her down on her back against the couch and spread her legs with his hands, exposing her hot, wet, open twat. He thrust one hand straight into her aching cunt.
"Oh, you're so wet!" he moaned. "Do you feel how wet you are?"
He stroked and massaged the swollen pussy-lips skillfully. He felt the blood throbbing frantically and knew how aroused she was for him. She found her stiff, white clit with one finger and began to rub it gently.
As he rubbed it around and around in a circular motion, he felt it growing stiff and hard. Her little clit button throbbed.
"Do you like it, baby?" he panted. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned. She was completely excited by now. She was writhing and squirming on the couch as her need for him became more and more desperate.
"I love your finger," she moaned. "I love your finger on my clit. Oh, that's it. Rub me!
Finger-fuck me!
His finger began to rub harder and faster over her stiff, swollen lovebud. He could feel hot juices pouring out of her now. She was hotter than a bitch in heat, aching to get fucked.
She opened her thighs further. Carla looked up and saw him hovering above her as he started to mount her, putting the hard top of his cock against the red, wet lips of her snatch. She was in a swoon of desire. She couldn't stop herself now.
It was too late to go back. She spread her thighs wide, waiting to feel a hard, hot dick inside her for the first time.
He thrust gently at her opening with the head of his cock. He pushed again and again and then he felt her lips spread and wrap around his cock. He nosed his dong right up to her taut cherry.
"That it?" Mark whispered. "That your cherry? Now, I'm going to make a woman out of you. I'm going to fill you with my dick and fuck the shit out of you and then pour hot gism into your pussy."
Carla moaned as she felt the hard cock ram up inside her twat. She felt a burning surge of pain as her cherry stretched, and then, with a sharp knife of pain, ruptured. She screamed.
"I'm sorry, baby," said Mark, holding still inside her. "I had to hurt you like that, but now it's over. Now you can fuck whenever you want. I want to be inside you all the time."
Carla didn't say anything. She just moaned softly against him, and wrapped her arms around him. She began to stroke his back and shoulders gently and delicately with her long fingertips.
"It's all right, honey," she whispered. "Fuck me now. I want you to fuck me."
Mark began to move in and out of her. He felt her velvety soft cunt relaxing as she got used to his prick.
"Do you like the way my stiff cock feels inside your love box?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes. It feels wonderful!"
She was beginning to move her hips in rhythm. His dick pressed at all different angles against her cunt.
He started pumping harder and faster into her. He felt her cunt juice begin to flow hotter and wetter than before, dripping out of her fuckhole and wetting the insides of her thighs.
His cock was surging and sloshing around in it. The delicious wetness of her gism was hot.
He thrust all the way inside her with a powerful shove. Then he rested there for a minute. He tightened the muscles of his cock, making it swell. Then he slid almost all the way out and then quickly in again.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him and dug her fingernails into his neck and shoulders.
"Oh, fuck me, baby!" she moaned.
Mark gladly responded to this new surge of feeling. He fucked in and out in rhythm with her hips.
He started slamming into her in long, hard drives. He shoved all the way in and then drew back until only the head of his cock was left inside her.
He stayed there, making short, sharp jabs with his hips. This made the head of his cock caress the inner lips of her pussy.
"Oh, God!" Carla moaned. "That feels so good! I love the tip of your cock right at the edge of my twat. I ache to feel you inside me again!"
He felt her excitement building. He jabbed again and again, caressing her inner lips with his hot dick. His balls swung wildly back and forth, slapping at her asscheeks.
"Oh, oh!" she moaned as her excitement grew. She was pressing him down on her harder and harder, begging him to go in again.
Still he held back. He wanted to get her to the breaking point. He knew that then, when he finally fucked her again, it would be all the more fantastic.
"Oh, ah!" Carla gasped, pulling at him with her hands. "I need it!"
"Okay, baby," he yelled, "here it comes! I'm letting you have it!"
He drove forward with incredible force and slammed his rock-hard prick into her to its full length.
He began fucking her for all he was worth, pumping in and out of her like a screwing machine.
He had been right at guessing that she was right at the edge of her orgasm.
"Oh, ah!" she gasped, and her gasps rose gradually to the pitch of a scream. A searing pain ripped through his back as she dug her fingernails frantically into the flesh, raking long bloody red welts.
"Oh, I'm cuming!" she screamed.
Wave after wave of burning ecstasy exploded inside her pussy. She thrashed and writhed underneath his pounding pecker as if she had gone mad.
She pushed her cunt at him desperately again and again.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Mark murmured, his face buried in her soft throat. He felt jolt after jolt of his hot gism go pounding into her waiting, thirsty cunt.
"I'm filling you," he moaned. "I'm filling you completely with my cream!"
They rocked and bounced as they grappled with each other, their orgasm so intense that their writhing bodies tumbled to the floor. Carla never felt anything like this before in her life. She didn't want it to end. They rolled about on the floor, his cock buried deep in her pussy.
"Oh, keep shooting into me!" she yelled.
His balls banged frantically against her thighs as he shot jet after jet of his scum inside her. Then, finally, their desire was fulfilled.
Their passion began to ebb. Mark collapsed limply on top of her weary, but satisfied, body. Both of them were sweating heavily. They held each other tightly, trying to catch their breath.
Carla was staring into space, over his shoulder. "Mark," she said quietly, "do you realize what we've just done? Do you feel guilty about it?"
Mark let out a sigh and didn't answer her for a minute.
"I've done it with my mother," he said quietly, as though he hoped that she wouldn't hear.
She gasped in surprise.
"You what?" she whispered.
"I said, I did it with Momma."
"Oh, God!" she buried her face against his shoulder. Then she told him about seeing Cindy and Mike together. She told him the whole story about how she had come upon them that night in the kitchen. She could tell that it surprised him a little bit, and maybe even make him jealous.
"I don't understand it," Carla mused. "Mark, what's wrong with this family?"
Mark started stroking her hair, trying to soothe her, but just at that moment, they heard a knock at the door.
Their eyes met and they both realized that the door wasn't locked. Then they heard the screen bang and heard footsteps coming through the kitchen.
"Hi," a voice called. "Is anybody home?"
It was Myron, Mark's friend from school. Carla and Mark lay there on the couch like stones, not knowing what to do.
Then, all of a sudden, Myron burst into the room.
His eyes almost popped at the sight of them lying there naked on the couch. There was a long moment of silence in which nobody spoke.
Finally, Myron said, "Well, I'm sorry if I interrupted anything." He looked at them questioningly. "But as long as I'm here now, would you mind if I joined you?"
All three of them burst out laughing and the tension was released. Carla suddenly realized with surprise that the idea turned her on. This was turning out to be the weirdest adventure she had ever had in her life.
"Sure," she giggled, "why not."
She and Mark quickly jumped Myron and dragged him over to the couch. They began to peel him out of his clothes.
In a flash, he was as naked as they were. Carla found herself running her eyes eagerly over his body. He was really beautiful when he was naked. He had football player shoulders.
And his cock was. not as big around as Mark's, but it was long and curved slightly. It was already getting stiff with excitement at the very thought of what was going to happen. Carla watched it eagerly as it stiffened and grew.
Then she reached out and touched it gently with her fingertips. It jerked in response, rising to meet her hands. She closed her fingers around it tightly and began to jerk it up and down.
Myron leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes tightly. "Oh, Carla," he moaned, "that feels fantastic. I always thought of you as a pretty dull kid. I never dreamed you could be so talented. Wow! This is incredible!"
He wrapped his arms around Carla and pulled her tightly against him, pressing her hard, little tits against his smooth, white chest. His mouth found hers and pressed down hard. She returned his tongue-kiss with a passion that surprised even her. Mark had aroused her and now she was ready for anything.
Her hands continued to work rhythmically up and down his young, but long, hard prick. "Oh," Myron moaned, "I want to get into you. I want to fuck that gorgeous hot pussy of yours!"
His hands were running eagerly all over her body now, pinching her nipples and probing between her asscheeks.
"Come on," he whispered, "let's get down on the floor where there's room for all of us."
Carla stretched out on the floor and Myron came down on top of her, his hot cock long and stiff as a stallion. By this time, Mark's cock was up again.
Myron rolled Carla onto her side to face him and lifted her upper thighs and left her cunthole open and exposed to him.
His long, thin cock found her slit almost immediately. The rubbery head slithered into her soaking wet twat and parted the lips.
He began jabbing forward, entering her inch by inch with short, sharp strokes.
"Oh," gasped Carla, completely overcome now with passion. "Oh, yes, yes, it feels fantastic." She answered his thrust eagerly with her own hips.
Her asshole contracted again and again as she pushed her twat at him. Then, suddenly, his whole dick was inside her. He began to pump his dong in and out of her.
Then Carla felt Mark pressed tightly against her from behind. His cock was enormous again.
She felt his wet, throbbing prick stroking her ass. He parted the cheeks of her lovely ass with his hands and bent down, shoving his face into the crack.
His hot tongue began to ripple and flutter over her tight little asshole.
"Oh," she gasped when she felt the new sensation of his tongue against her little tender shithole. "Oh, yes," she panted, "that feels fantastic!"
He rimmed her asshole with his tongue until he got it good and wet. Then he slid his body up so that his throbbing prick was pressing against the crack of her asshole.
He began to press forward gently, his cock to her tight shit box. He had gotten her asshole good and wet with his saliva so penetration would be easy. He went gently at first, not wanting to hurt her.
He knew that Carla had never been fucked in the ass before. He shoved forward with his hips, and the head of his prick popped through her opening into her ass.
"Do you like it, honey?" he whispered seductively against the back of her neck. "Does it feel okay to you?"
"Yes," she moaned, "oh, yes!"
Mark realized that she had abandoned herself completely. She wasn't thinking anymore. She was just totally allowing her body to feel.
Mark let himself go, too. He began pumping his dick into her asshole like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh," he panted. "Do you feel me, baby? Do you feel my dick in your sweet asshole?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me. I love it!" The pain was exquisite.
She was filled with cock completely, both from the front and the back. She had never felt anything like this before in her life. She was a Carla sandwich, getting fucked from both sides at once.
Myron was planting wet kisses all over her slender throat as he pumped his huge throbbing prick into her hot sucking pussy.
"Oh, baby," Myron gasped, "this is the sweetest trip to heaven I've, ever been on. Your sweet pussy is going to blow right this minute!"
Mark laughed, his face buried in the back of Carla's neck. "Hang on, buddy," he said. "You'll want to ride this baby a little longer. Hang on as long as you can!"
Both boys were pumping their cocks into her now for all they were worth. She was twisting and writhing between them on the floor, her body covered with gooseflesh as she felt her cunt and her asshole being fucked furiously. She was panting so hard now that she could hardly breathe.
She felt completely filled with cock. These new sensations were driving her out of her mind. She felt her orgasm beginning at her rock-hard clit and spreading throughout her body.
Suddenly Myron went wild. He began ramming his long dick at her like a charging stallion.
"Oh, oh," he gasped, "here it comes, baby! I can't hang on any longer! I'm going to drown you with my cream. I'm going to fill you with my hot cum!"
Carla felt his dick begin to jerk spasmodically inside her pussy as he unloaded jolt after jolt of cream into her.
"Oh, yes," yelled Mark. "Here it goes!"
He began to shoot gob after gob of hot gism into her asshole. She felt her body warming and her own juices flowing and mixing with the thick whirling scum that pumped into her.
They screamed and yelled, all at the same time. Then, they lay still, the two cocks softening inside her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carla's whole attitude toward sex was changed. She looked at everything as a sexual object. She thought of nothing but fucking. Every man she saw; every woman; every boy or girl she saw as a potential sex partner.
At first she was possessive about the people she loved. Then she began to realize that sharing was beautiful. No person can own or possess another person. The beauty of the feelings that she experienced could not be anything but good. She couldn't believe that such good could come of sin. Fucking was too good to be sinful.
And even if it was sin, the seed had grown and blossomed, making them into the close, loving family that they were.
Carla realized that she was part of that complex involvement. The seed had been planted deep in her being. She realized that it made her feel good.
At first she had screwed with Mark because she had wanted Cindy. Mark looked so much like Cindy. Every time she looked into his huge eyes, that old surge of desire welled up inside of her again.
But now she had truly learned to love sex with a man. And it was Mark who had showed her how beautiful it was.
She knew she was confused, but there was no way to go but forward. After what had happened so far, there was no turning back now.
She lay awake in bed, night after night, enjoying her burning sexual passion. She would pet her cunt and rub her clit until the bliss of orgasm swept over her whole body. She knew that Cary Breyer, Cindy's other brother, would be coming home from his last year of college in a few days. With a thrill, she became aware of the decision that was welling up inside her. She would fuck him.
She knew what she wanted and she knew what she would have to do about it.
She lay in bed at night, her thoughts of lust turning toward Cary. Her incredible sensual drives could not be stilled. Only a short time ago she had been an innocent baby. Now she wondered if she had become a nymphomaniac overnight. She thought of Cary. Imagined what his prick looked like as she jerked herself off in bed each night.
She wanted Cary and she knew it. Mark knew it too. It was uncanny how deeply they understood each other, now that they had fucked.
Carla realized that she had been irresistibly drawn into the circle of lust. She had fucked Mark who screwed his own mother, when what she really wanted was to fuck Cindy who screwed her brother Mike, and she herself wanted to fuck Cary just so she could be on up on Cindy.
She lay in bed at night, dreaming of Cary and of what would happen when he came home. It was inevitable. She knew that her lust would not let her stop now. She was driven by a passion that would control her, a passion that she did not understand.
She realized vaguely wheat she was going to do. She was going to work her way methodically through the family, fucking one Breyer after another in an attempt to possess Cindy.
She lay there at night, abandoning herself to complex sexual fantasies. She would run her hands up and down the insides of the velvety thighs and feel them become soaking wet with pussy juice.
Then she would slip her hand up to her aching, swollen cunt lips, and begin to stroke them. Her mind was filled with visions of Mark's beautiful naked cock. Then sometimes she fantasized that it was Cary she was with and the thrill of her excitement became even deeper, as she imagined Cary's strong pecker driving deep into her cunt while she rubbed and stroked her quivering clit.
Occasionally, she would allow herself to think about Cindy. The ecstatically sweet relief that she achieved when she played with her pussy while thinking of beautiful Cindy was better than any of the other times.
Finally, Cary came-home, a college graduate. He was twenty-two years old. The very day he arrived, Mark saw an opportunity for Cary to be alone with him and Carla. He snatched it instantly.
Carla could tell that Mark was preparing for the sweet inevitable. Everyone else in the family had something to do that day, so Mark came up with the suggestion that the three of them go on a picnic.
"How about it?" said Mark. "Great," said Cary.
"Sounds fine to me," Carla said. She exchanged a long look with Mark. Her cunt tingled at the hope of getting fucked by both brothers at once.
She could feel the growing lust in both of them. It was like a huge, aromatic flower that suddenly rose up and blossomed into the air.
She wanted Cary to feel it, too. She wondered if maybe there were things about Cary that she didn't know, that even Mark didn't know.
They packed their picnic lunch and drove out to the country, away from the city. They found a secluded grassy clearing in the woods and spread out their things.
After lunch, Mark announced that he wanted to take a walk.
"Great," said Cary. "I'll come with you."
"No, no," said Mark, grinning. "You stay here with Carla. She hasn't seen you in a long time and she needs your companionship.
Then he winked lewdly at Carla and was off down the trail into the woods.
Mark knew just what she had in mind. He was leaving the seduction up to her. He knew that she wanted Cary's body. He knew that there would be plenty left for him, later.
A little-silence fell between Carla and Cary. Carla thought for a moment that Cary could smell the desire which flowed in her cunt.
But he didn't seem to sense anything. He stretched out on his back and threw one arm over his eyes again. It was as though he were trying to postpone what was to happen.
Carla's eyes travelled along hungrily at the exquisite length of his body. He was a little taller than his brother, but just as beautiful, if not more so.
His shoulders were muscled and a thick shock of red hair fell over his forehead. As she looked at him, she felt her lust growing uncontrollably inside her as her pussy started to get wet and she felt the crotch of her panties moistening.
He looked like he had drifted off to sleep. She stretched out one hand tentatively and began to stroke her fingertips up and down his arms.
He didn't move. This gave her courage and she became bolder. She moved from his arm to his chest and began to stroke her fingertips in a circular motion.
Cary sighed in his half-sleep. She traced her fingers back and forth, back and forth. She felt a surge of heat rise up inside her and engulf her entire body.
Her twat was juicing freely now, and the juice oozed between her thighs. She could feel the lips become swollen and distended as her thoughts turned to her pussy fucking Cary.
She could feel her cunt throbbing and becoming puffy, opening wider and wider. The juice was dribbling out of her fuckhole now, soaking her panties.
She pressed her thighs tightly together, the pressure on her clit was fierce. She wanted Cary's dick desperately and it was too late to stop. She slid her hand onto his belly, slowly and carefully pulling the ends of his shirt loose.
She slipped her fingertips underneath his shirt and began to stroke the hot flesh of his belly. Then she slid her hand down and began very lightly to stroke the curly hair around his sleeping cock.
She felt a wave of ecstasy wash over her when she felt Cary's huge dormant prick in her hand.
Her fingers stroked lightly, so as not to wake him up. She traced her fingertips around his hairy sack.
It excited her immensely to feel his nuts swell. Suddenly, she felt his cock begin to stir in her loving touch.
Cary was still asleep, but the blood was flowing into his pecker. She felt it begin to stiffen as she held it.
It grew thicker and thicker and she could feel the blood begin to pound in it. Pretty soon it was straining the fabric of his pants to the breaking point.
Just looking at the bulge of his stiff cock through his tight pants sent shivers of ecstasy running through her body. She felt a sense of strength and exhilaration.
She had not felt this way since the night she had done it with Mark. She closed her fingers around the tip of his throbbing prick and felt a drop of juice ooze from it.
It was warm and wet on her trembling hands.
She stroked back and forth, up and down. He moaned softly in his sleep. Carla glanced apprehensively at him. She didn't want him to wake up until it was too late for him to object. She didn't want him to wake up until he was so excited, so close to cuming, that there would be no turning back for him. Then she would have him where she wanted him.
But he didn't open his eyes. He was obviously lost in the erotic dream that had taken hold of him. Carla smiled to herself, thinking how he would feel when he discovered it wasn't a dream at all.
She wondered how Cary would feel when he woke up and discovered that her hot young hands had been all over his naked cock.
She began to stroke him again, very gently. "Cary," she whispered, "my darling. I love your cock. I love your big dick and I want it inside my hot pussy."
Cary moaned again and began to writhe in his sleep. She could see the expression on his face now that the waves of pleasure that swept over his stiff cock were reaching his consciousness and that he would soon be awake.
Even though he was still asleep, he was beginning to breathe faster and faster. Carla opened his pants. His cock jutted straight up. She put her lips gently around the tip of his pecker. She began to lick it lightly, working her supple lips up and down.
Her mouth was like silk and her touch was so light that it didn't awaken Cary completely. It only aroused him further.
Then Carla darted her tongue out and began to caress the pulsating purple tip of his dong. It was so soft and so wet that it felt like heaven to the tip of her tongue.
She licked around and around the big hard tip, fluttering her tongue rapidly. Then she moved her tongue up to the very top and began to shove it hard against his cum-hole.
His juice began to flow then. It came off on her tongue, filling her mouth with the sweet taste of his cock juice. She lapped up every drop of it eagerly, not wanting to miss a single one.
The strokes of her tongue became more rapid and more intense. "Oh," Cary moaned. He didn't awaken, but he began to move his hips slightly in the rhythm of sexual desire, still in his half-sleep.
Then Carla opened her mouth wide and slipped it completely over his cock. She let his enormous peter pump its full length inside her hot mouth now.
Then she began to suck on it eagerly, but still very gently.
She could feel his prick pulsating against her palate. The blood was pounding in his prick frantically now. She knew she had Cary where she wanted him now. There was no turning back. He was thoroughly aroused now.
She slid her hands inside his open pants and reached for his balls. She found them and wrapped her delicate fingertips around his big soft nuts.
His stiff curly prick-hair tickled her fingertips, giving her sensations of longing and desire.
She began to massage his balls softly and carefully. At the same time, she sucked harder on his cock. She felt it respond to her perfectly. It grew thicker and thicker as she sucked at it.
"Oh, ah," she moaned against his dick. Her pussy was juicing frantically now. She had her thighs clasped tightly together, and her hips were swivelling back and forth in the rhythm of fucking.
She sucked harder and harder in long pulls and abandoned herself completely to passion now. She used her talented mouth like a cunt, fucking his cock in and out of her lips. She was no longer afraid of waking him up. She could no longer think of that. All she could think of now was how desperately she wanted him to fuck her.
"Oh!" Cary yelled. He woke up suddenly with a jolt of shock and surprise. His head was reeling and his body was filled with hot, erotic sensations. It took him a few seconds to get his bearings. Then he realized, with unexpected joy, what was happening.
"Carla," he whispered, almost out of breath, "what are you doing?"
He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him. When he looked down and saw the young blonde English girl sucking his cock, he thought he really must be having a wet dream. He settled back to enjoy it.
Hundreds of thoughts and sensations rose up in him at once. He wanted to grab her head and shove her down deeper over his throbbing schlong.
It was too late to resist, even if he had wanted to. His body was already throbbing with intense desire. Her fingers were running eagerly up and down his smooth wet cock, teasing and tantalizing him. With each passing second, his passion became more intense and more uncontrollable.
While he spoke, his hips thrust forward, bringing his cock deeper inside her mouth. Her fingers kept teasing at him, building that fire inside of him, so that it could not be quenched.
"Oh!" he moaned. "It's so good. Your mouth is so good, baby. It's warm and wet against my hot cock. Suck it, baby. Suck it good!"
His hips were thrusting upwards faster and faster. He couldn't control his movements. Joyfully, he was fucking her mouth.
He was shoving his cock into Carla's hot sucking mouth for all he was worth. He had never felt anything so wonderful. Wave after wave of pleasure rose up from his balls and flooded his entire being.
He felt his throbbing cock rock-hard and strong inside her mouth.
His cock began to ache for pussy. He opened his eyes and looked down at her succulent body stretched out below him. She was dressed, but her blouse had worked loose from her shorts and he could clearly see the supple curve of her naked back. It was enticing and inviting to his fingertips. The soft white skin invited him.
"Oh, Carla," he moaned, "my little Carla!"
He reached down and began to stroke her soft white back with his fingertips. Only a few hours ago she had been a child to him. Now she was a woman, a woman with a beautiful body-the incarnation of his desire.
Hot naked lust rose up in him relentlessly. Only a few hours ago she had been a little kid. Now she was a woman he desperately wanted to fuck.
He let his hand slide down the supple curve of her back and slip underneath the band of her shorts. He felt her rounded ass, warm and wonderful under his hands. It was there. It was available. He was touching it now. The knowledge that she was willing for him to do anything he wanted to her, excited him even more.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped, "it's so warm, so beautiful. Your ass is so beautiful!"
He grasped one soft young asscheek in his eager hand and began to squeeze it. The firm young flesh filled his hands to perfection. The feeling of her skin against his fingers sent shivers of anticipation through his body.
He began to knead and stroke her asscheeks, feeling her surrender to him with relief.
"Oh, Carla," he whispered, "this can't be happening. This can't be happening!" And yet he knew that it was. He was about to fuck the fifteen-year-old English cultural exchange visitor.
He slid his fingertips between the crack of her asscheeks and began to stroke her tight flower of an asshole. She contracted her strong little ass mucles, trapping his fingers inside the crack.
Her responsiveness was wonderful to him. He could feel her lust flowing out of her and into him and engulfing him, raising him to a fever pitch of excitement.
It was like a disease that was catching. There was no turning it off now.
He slid his hand further past her ass-crack and felt for the back of her pussy hole. He could just reach it, he could just feel it with his fingertips. It was wet and inviting. He could almost smell her cunt juices.
He began to stroke his fingertips back and forth over the tight fuckhole.
"Oh, ah!" she moaned while she sucked hungrily at his pulsating cock. "Oh, yes, baby. That's what I want. Do it to me. Oh, yes!"
He got two fingers into her pussy from the back and began fucking them slowly in and out. He could reach just far enough to barely enter her twat. The feeling of his fingers caressing the edges of her cunt-lips was driving her mad.
She lifted her ass upwards and backwards, trying to help him go deeper into her twat. She was really wet now. She could feel how his fingers slipped and slid around her cunt. She gave one last suck to his stiff, hard prick and lifted her head to look at his face.
"Cary," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me,. I want you so much. Fuck me, oh, please fuck!"
Her voice was hoarse with desire.
Smiling, he worked his hands around to the front of her shorts and began to unsnap them. She unbuckled his belt, and in a moment, they were both naked, the warm sun shining on their bare bodies.
They lay there, stretched out on the picnic blanket, naked under the open afternoon sky.
Carla rolled over on her back, spreading her thighs and opening the lips of her young pussy. Cary came down on top of her, hot as a young stallion. He rested his weight on his knees and began to stroke his hot, naked body up and down against hers.
"Have you ever been laid before?" he whispered.
Carla clutched him tightly around the neck, tense with desire.
"Yes,"-she said, "I've had a man. I've had a man once."
Oh, Lord, she thought to herself, how can I tell him who it was? I can't tell him that it was his own brother. She rubbed her hands over her own body eagerly. Then she rubbed her body up and down against his.
The succulent warmth of his flesh against hers sent chills of desire rippling through her cunt.
She opened her eyes and gazed into Cary's face. It struck her how much he looked like Cindy. His big dark eyes gazed back at her, burning with the intensity of his desire.
She was filled with the need to get fucked. It was as if she was fucking Cindy over and over again. Only it was never Cindy. She tried not to think about it, only to satisfy the lust for the moment.
She could feel his huge wet cock grazing her belly, leaving wet streaks of juice all over her skin. It throbbed hotly, stiff as a ramrod.
Feeling the ache grow stronger and stronger inside her twat, she moaned, twisting her body around and against him.
"I love your big hairy prick," she said. "I love your huge hot cock."
He placed the purple tip of his pecker against the entrance to her cunthole and began to jab forward.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "I feel you waiting for me. Your cunt is so open for me. So hot and wet!"
The juice was pouring out of Carla's box now. She was so excited that her thighs were soaking wet with pussy juice.
Cary took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, preparing himself for what he was about to do. Then he lunged forward with his hips and buried his hot cock to its full length inside her wet cunt.
He gasped as he felt her pussy sucking in his hot rod.
The walls of her cunt clutched him tightly, thrilling him to the tips of his toes. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Cary began to move back and forth on top of her. He slid his huge dick slowly in and out of her, enjoying the wet slippery walls and lips of her tight young pussy.
"Oh, honey," he moaned. "I love your cunt. It's so tight. You have such a nice tight little fuckhole!"
"It's all for you, Cary," Carla panted. "I want you to fill it. I want you to fill my twat completely with your beautiful stiff pecker."
Cary began to slide in and out of her cunt faster, at a regular steady rhythm. At the same time, his hands were roaming all over her hard pointy young boobs.
He moaned. "I never ever imagined that you could fuck like this. You were such a baby, and now you're such a woman."
Carla answered by running her hands eagerly up and down his back. She found all of the erogenous spots and began to titillate them. Cary began to twist and turn excitedly in her arms, jumping every time she found a sensitive place.
She slid her hands down to his ass and clutched his cheeks in her palms. She began to squeeze and release them rhythmically, loving the way his tight ass muscles felt under her fingers. He was jabbing his strong stallion-prick into her wet hole faster and faster now.
"Oh, oh!" Carla whimpered as she felt the sweet waves of desire rising higher and higher.
"I can feel your balls slapping against me," she murmured.
Cary was jabbing faster and faster into her, as the pace of his fucking increased.
He pumped his dick into her cunt, trying to bring her to climax.
"I want to fill you with my cum juice," he whispered. "I want to tear you apart with my stiff dick. I want to make you cum and cum and cum."
His voice was throaty and hoarse with the intensity of the fucking. His body was tense with lust.
Carla abandoned herself completely to her passion. She felt the walls of her cunt relax and contract as the ripples of erotic sensation grew stronger and stronger.
"Oh, Cary," she gasped, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to explode. It's coming. Oh, wow! It's coming!"
"That's it baby. Let it flow. Cum, baby, cum." he whispered hoarsely.
"Throw your sweet cunt at me, baby," he whispered. "I'm going to make you see the light."
Suddenly her climax exploded inside her like an atomic bomb.
"Oh!" she shrieked and dug her fingernails into the tender meat of Cary's shoulders.
"Ah, ah!" she moaned as the waves of orgasm swept over her, threatening to drown her completely in pleasure.
She twisted and writhed underneath his talented hands.
"Oh, Cary," she whimpered as her orgasm began to ebb and die down, "your big dick feels so good inside my poor little snatch."
Cary stroked her hair with one hand, and said, "Now, turn over, baby."
He pulled his dick out of her and it stood straight up in the air, still stiff and erect with excitement. She looked down and saw it gleaming in the sun, dripping with her cunt juice. He had been saving his juice for a different hole.
He helped her roll over on her belly.
Then he got his hands under her and lifted her weight to her knees slightly. Her ass was up in the air, waving at him. He took his dick in his fingers and began to stroke it up and down her cunt lips, from behind. She shoved her hips back again and again, trying to drive his cock inside her hot cunt.
"Oh, put it in my pussy," she moaned. "Fuck me again. Please, Cary, go inside me again."
With his hands, Cary worked the big head of his cock into the opening of her pussy hole. In this position it was tighter so it was harder for him to get in.
Then Carla felt the head of his cock slip into her eager twat. Just as her cunt began to swallow his cock, he pulled it out and, without warning, rammed it deep into her tight asshole. She screamed.
He came down against her back. He began nipping and kissing all over her sensitive back as he fucked her ass.
"Oh, Carla," he moaned. "I love your sweet ass. I love my big cock rammed up your asshole. I want to fuck you and fuck you and never stop!"
Carla answered him with a moan of desire. Her first climax had only whetted her appetite for more. It had only left her aching to feel that sweet orgasm again and again. She threw her tight asshole back at him again and again, enjoying the sweet pleasure-pain.
Her lust grew stronger and stronger with each second.
"Oh, your tight asshole is so hot, so wet!" Cary whispered. "Can you feel me? Can you feel me inside your hot shithole? My hot cock is reaming your ass, baby."
He was pumping his dick faster and faster in and out of her asshole. She dug her hands into the dirt, reveling in the sensation of the earth filling her hands.
He clasped her tiny titties eagerly in his fingers. They were small but pointy and stiff with passion. He rubbed them tenderly and passionately, feeling the nipples grow stiff and taut as he worked them.
He dug his teeth into the back of her neck again, nipping and biting eagerly.
"Oh!" he moaned, "your ass is so soft. It makes me want to eat you. It makes me want to swallow you down."
Carla thrust her neck up eagerly against the attack of his teeth.
"Bite me!" she cried. "Bite me, hurt me, I love it!"
Her asshole was like a rose bud to him. He thought that he would never get enough of it.
Suddenly, all his dreams and fantasies about sex became transferred to this body, this body of the slim, young English girl. He knew now that he would want to fuck her again and again. She was the personification of sex. She was Eros reborn.
His throbbing dong was filled with heat and lust. It thrilled him to feel her respond this way. His gism gathered inside him, preparing to rush out the little cum-hole at the end of his cock.
He never wanted it to end.
He buried his face in her thick hair. Waves of excitement rose higher and higher inside him. He felt himself growing dizzier and dizzier. Any minute now, he would fill her ass with his juice.
"Oh, Cary," she screamed, "it's coming. It's coming!"
"I'm cuming with you," he panted.
Then suddenly, he felt it, that burning jet of scum rushing down his pipes. His prick jerked inside her again and again, as he exploded in the ecstasy of orgasm.
"Oh, ah!" Carla screamed as she felt this burst of his cum bathing her asshole and bowels.
For several minutes, they writhed together, completely enraptured by their climax. Carla pounded the dirt with her fists, almost insane with pleasure.
When it was over, she collapsed limply against the blanket, her hands still clutching the dirt. She had taken one more step into the jungle of complete sexual involvement. Now she had become a sex animal. She lay panting and puffing on the ground in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and after a few moments, she felt herself drifting off into semi-sleep.
She was awakened by hands gently spreading her thighs. She kept her eyes tightly closed. Then she felt a hard cock gently prying apart the lips of her pussy. She recognized the cock as it slid into her twat. It was Mark. She pretended to be asleep as he pounded and pumped on top of her. Then she opened her eyes just as the flood of pleasure was bringing the juice to her cunt. At the same time, she felt the hot, whirling gobs of cum shooting out of his cock and mixing with her gism. Over his shoulder she saw Cary, watching, and jerking his own pecker up and down.
CHAPTER FIVE
Back in day to day life, Carla found herself totally preoccupied with thoughts of sex. She saw fucking in everything she did. Whenever she was with a man she eyed his crotch, looking for a hard-on. Every member of the Breyer family excited her and made her think of sex-of Cindy. Mark and Cary, most of all.
Often, she would turn around and catch one or the other of them eyeing her sexy, young body hungrily from the other side of the room. Suddenly Carla would feel that irresistible urge of desire building in her again.
In the middle of the night, she would always go to one or the other of them. Some nights she spent in Mark's room; some nights she spent in Cary's. But always she thought of Cindy. Her physical involvement with Sandy was growing deeper and deeper. Sandy had become more and more attached to her emotionally. She also had become more physically demanding. Mark and Cary both knew about her affair with Sandy, but none of them spoke of it.
Sandy, so far, knew nothing about what was going on between Carla and the two brothers. Carla could not bring herself to tell Sandy about it.
Sandy was feeling very possessive and jealous and Carla didn't know what she was capable of.
Carla "would come back from a day at the beach with Sandy, her body still tingling from the exquisite sensations she had experienced. She would come back knowing that that very night she would have those same sensations again with one or the other of her two lovers.
This situation went on for several weeks. Carla felt as if she was walking through a dream-world. She just went on from day to day, buried in sex and pleasure, trying not to think past tomorrow.
The situation was complicated by the fact that Cary had had the hots for Sandy for a long time. He had dated her some in the past, before he had gone away to college. Sandy had never been very responsive to his sexual advances and now he knew why. The lust in Sandy's beautiful little body was directed toward women and not men. It especially bugged him that Sandy's sweet twat was available for Carla, but not for him.
There was a tension of jealousy building up. Cary was beginning to resent Carla's affair with Sandy. His feelings became more intense each time he fucked her. His fucking became more and more frantic. The fact that Carla possessed Sandy galled Cary's masculine ego.
Sometimes when he screwed her now, Carla was aware of the fact that Cary was really trying to possess Sandy at the same time. Sometimes, she would even come home smelling of Sandy's body, and she knew that Cary knew it.
He would bury his face deep in her soft little titties and inhale the pungent aroma of Sandy's flesh that still cling to her.
In a way, Carla enjoyed his jealousy. Anyway, she could not bring herself to change things. She was trapped in this delicious and intricate web of sex.
Then one day, something happened.
It was early evening, a hot evening in July, and Jane and Mike had gone out to a party.
This left Carla, Mark and Cary alone in the house together. They were quick to take advantage of it. The desire for a free-for-all threesome had been growing between them for some time.
Now that they had the house to themselves, their lust blossomed openly and obviously into full flower. "Hey," said Cary gaily, "I think we should celebrate this occasion with a smoke." He went to his room. A moment later he came down with three thin hand-rolled cigarettes.
"Do you smoke pot?" Carla asked, a bit incredulous.
"Sure," Cary laughed, "what else do you think I learned at college?" He lit a joint puffed deeply on the reefer and passed it around. They all inhaled, their eyes shining with lust and their new sense of freedom growing steadily more pleasant.
"Here's to our happy family!" said Mark, toking on the stick of marijuana. Carla could see the flush of desire already covering his cheeks. His prick was already beginning to expand with need, pressing against the tight fabric of his pants. The atmosphere in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.
Carla looked at Cary , and saw that he was grinning, too. His mind was obviously already on the fantastic screwing that they had ahead of them. Carla felt the lust building in her body, but, at the same time, she felt all those doubts nudging her mind. Then the joint was in her hand and she toked deeply. It was good grass. Already she began to feel her cunt tingling with horny desire.
Carla felt a sensation of arid dryness travel down her throat to her stomach. At the same time, she felt the hot sting of her lust beginning to burn in her cheeks. A few more tokes at the grass and all of her restraints would be gone. All of her fears and worries would be cast away as if they had never existed. The dry feeling spread. Only her cunt was wet and moist.
All that she felt now was the throbbing, burning sensation that was beginning to grow between her thighs in her hot pussy. The three of them sat down on the floor together, not talking, just passing and smoking the reefer. They sat in a triangle, all facing each other, all aching with desire.
Then Cary smiled. "Carla, baby," he whispered hoarsely, "take off your blouse. That's right, unbutton it, take it off."
She did as he asked, tossing her blouse on the floor.
"That's my girl. Take off your bra. Toss it on the floor. I want to see your beautiful titties!"
Carla's breasts bounced into view as she unhooked her bra. They were naked and inviting, like two young flowers. Her white skin gleamed as velvety soft as a rose petal.
Mark and Cary both ran their eyes hungrily over her tits. "Now play with them," Cary whispered. "Play with your boobies."
Carla raised her hands tentatively and began to fun her fingertips over the supple curves of her half-devloped boobs. They were small, but the jutted out strongly from her chest like budding flowers. They would be round, full and well-developed when she was completely grown.
As she touched and stroked her titties, she felt a tingle of fire begin in her skin. She ran her hands up and down, up and down over the firm, young boobs.
"Now, your nipples, baby," Cary whispered throatily. "Do it to your nipples for me. Let me see you play with those beautiful little rosebuds!"
Carla began to stroke her nipples lightly and gently, and felt them spring into action instantly at her touch.
"Harder," Cary commanded.
And she began to stroke them harder with her fingertips.
They were growing tight and dark red, and her pointy tits were beginning to shiver all over with ecstasy.
"Pinch them!" Cary commanded.
She pinched her nipples between her fingertips and began to squeeze hard.
"Oh," she gasped involuntarily as a surge of exquisite desire rushed through her.
"Good, good," whispered CAry. He sounded like a man in a hypnotic trance. "It's good. Tell me how it feels."
"Oooh," Carla groaned in answer.
"Now, your pants," Cary continued. "Take off your pants for me, baby!"
His voice was working on her like a magician, working with the fine pot to lull her into a deep erotic trance.
She was beginning to touch and caress her own body without even knowing what she was doing. She stripped herself rapidly out of her pants and her wet drawers and sat there totally naked on the floor.
"Now spread your legs out for me, baby," Cary whispered hoarsely. "I want to see your tight little cunt." She did as he asked, spreading her milky-white thighs as far apart as she could get them and then spreading her cunt lips with both hands.
Meanwhile, the two brothers were both stripping themselves out of their clothes. They kept their eyes riveted on her body as they slowly peeled themselves out of their shirts and pants.
Carla could see that they both had big stiff pricks by now. Both men were well endowed in the cock and balls department.
As Carla looked at the pricks, one next to the other, she felt a shiver of excitement run through her body. She knew she would never find cocks any better than these two.
She knew she wouldn't like getting screwed by any other man as much as she liked getting screwed by these two brothers.
"Now, get your hands down there in that sweet hairy cunt," said Cary to Carla. "That's right, baby," he crooned. "Diddle your fingers around in that pussy juice. You're so wet. I can see that honey dribbling out of you, Carla."
"Ah!" Carla moaned as her fingers made contact with her aching cunt. She began to rub her fingers tentatively up and down the juicy pussy grooves. There was something strangely exciting about finger-fucking herself with her two lovers watching.
"That's it, baby," said Cary. "Now harder. Rub and touch your clit. Feel how hard it is? I can see how swollen it is from way over here." He spoke as though directing a movie.
Carla got her fingers onto her stiff and swollen clit and began to rub them around in a circular motion. Erotic sensations welled up inside her.
She could feel the button throbbing against her fingertips. Meanwhile, Mark had come up to sit on the floor beside her.
He scooted up close so that his body pressed against hers. Carla thrilled to the delicious feeling of his nakedness against her.
Mark began running his fingertips skillfully over her tingling tender titties and back. He worked at the front of her with one hand and the back of her with the other, driving her mad with pleasure. His hands were like soft white bread, and she was a tit sandwich.
His fingers sent chills running up and down her spine. She was beginning to get so hot that she could hardly stand it.
"Faster, baby," Cary whispered. "Finger-fuck that sweet clit faster. Doesn't it feel fantastic? Tell me how it feels."
"Oh, oh," she gasped. Her head was reeling with the madness of ecstasy. "Oh, it's wonderful," she moaned.
"You do this a lot when you're alone, don't you?" Cary crooned. "Tell me. Tell me, you do it to yourself."
Carla was positively writhing with desire now. "Oh, yes, I like to. I need to finger-fuck my own cunt."
"But what you really need is our cocks down there, one after the other, right, baby?" asked Cary. "Tell me what you want in your pussy?"
Carla was twisting and turning her clit frantically against her own hands now. She was almost insane with desire.
"I want you," she cried. "I want your creamy cock up my hairy hole. I want you to fuck me!"
Mark lowered Carla onto her back on the floor and came down frantically on top of her. He pressed his mouth savagely against hers.
She twisted and turned her lips in response. Her marble-white legs were thrown wide apart, exposing her hot cunt and begging Cary to come in.
Cary could see the red flower of her pussy, begging and cajoling his prick, stiff as a rod now, eager to reach its mark.
"Then, that's what you'll get, baby," said Cary. "Here I come. I'm going to fill you with cock. Then I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
He placed his long muscular body in the space between her thighs, and jockeyed his dick into position.
Mark moved to her tits, exciting her even more. His hot tongue flickered back and forth rapidly, pulling her nipples into tight dark little mountains of heat.
She pushed her boobies wildly into his face, begging for more of that tongue stabbing.
She felt the head of Cary's pecker jabbing wetly at her sopping pussy. The walls of her cunt were contracting spasmodically, trying to draw his cock in.
"I want you. Oh, how I want you," she screamed. Cary slid forward in a savagely forceful thrust and impaled her on his cock.
"Ah!" gasped Carla when she felt his enormous prick plowing her puslating pussy to the breaking point. She began to twist and turn her hips anxiously, screwing her little fuck box down tight against his pelvis. She could feel his huge balls mashed up against her inner thighs. They felt so hugely soft, so warm and delicious.
"Oh, fuck me, baby!" she said, pressing her sharp tits up against his mouth. "Fuck my cunt!"
Cary began moving in and out of her with a slow steady rhythm. The walls of her cunt were like silk and they were still tight.
They clutched and dragged at his cock, giving him exquisite sensations of pleasure.
"I love your sweet fuckhole, baby," he whispered. "You have the softest and tightest twat in the world!"
He closed his eyes tightly and savored the sensations that shot up and down his pecker. Then he began to move faster, plunging and withdrawing with more force.
Carla lifted her hips eagerly to meet him each time. Her soft, rounded ass contracted forcefully as she raised her snatch to meet the thrusts of Cary's throbbing peter.
"Oh, how you fuck me," Carla moaned.
Cary rammed his big cock in as far as he could. He slammed powerfully in and out several times.
Then he slid himself all the way inside her and rested for a minute, tensing the muscles of his cock. He could feel the base of his cock touching the delicately flowered lips of her cunt. He began to rotate his hips around and around in a circular motion, caressing her vulva.
"Oh, I feel you up to my tits!" said Carla. "Your cock is so big. I can almost feel your big dick coming up my throat to my mouth!"
"Well, now, how about another fucking prick?" he said, looking at Mark. "I've got a real big one right here," he said. "Why should your mouth go to waste?"
He lifted his weight and straddled her shoulders so that his stiff hard prick stood right over her face.
Carla reached up and encircled his waist with her arms.
"Sure, baby," she smiled. "I love your cock any place you want to put it."
Mark began to sway back and forth with his hips, stroking her cheeks and lips gently with his stiff prick. His fluid was dripping from the tip, and left wet little streaks all over her cheeks and neck.
"Hmmm," Carla murmured. "I smell you. I smell your big wet cock and I want to eat it!"
She darted out her tongue and flickered it gently over the very tip of his hard pecker.
"Ah!" said Carla, lapping up the drops of his juice. "I taste your dick. It's so good. I want all of it. Every single drop of it!"
She continued to run her tongue eagerly over the length of his huge, throbbing prick. His juice was flowing copiously now in response to her manipulations.
She lapped up every drop of it and swallowed it down hungrily. Mark was getting hotter and hotter every second. He could feel the blood pounding in his schlong as if it were burning.
His cock ached for the softness and warmth of her mouth sucking on him.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "suck it. Suck on my dick."
Mark sighed and shoved forward with his hips as hard as he could. He buried his throbbing cock clear to the back of her delicate little throat.
He was running his hands through her blonde hair, and then down to her face. Then he stroked her shoulders, and then the center of her throat.
He began to tease and titillate her there.
He knew how sensitive she was about her throat. Carla was running her hands up and down his strong thighs, pulling his cock in and out of her mouth.
She scratched at the skin of his thighs, aware of how much he liked it. Then she worked her hands around and behind him, playing with his tight asshole.
He felt her delicate fingers darting around his asshole. "Oh, baby! That's good! That's so good!"
Carla continued to tease and tantalize his asshole with her fingertips. She stuck the sharp tip of one long fingernail into the brown crack. At the same time, she nibbled eagerly at his cock with her tight lips. She felt as if her whole body was filled with delicious burning cock.
Cary, meanwhile, was skillfully stroking the lips of her twat with the base of his throbbing cock. It made Carladelirious with ecstasy. He was fucking in and out of her as if he would never stop and she never wanted him to.
Then Cary reached up with one hand and went for her tits. He closed his big muscular fist around one pointy knob and squeezed hard.
She arched her back off the floor, shoving her titties harder and harder against Cary's fingers.
Cary started to pull at her tit, almost as if he wanted to pull it off. He felt the tension rising in her body. He felt her entire being struggling for relief.
They had all been anxious for this orgy. Mark was pumping his dick into Carl's mouth.
Cary could see his brother's asscheeks contracting again and again as he shoved his cock forward savagely, ramming it deeper into the magic mouth with the licking lips.
"Give it to her," Cary said to his brother. "Fill her pretty mouth with your cum. Pump your hot scum into her and make her explode!"
They were all panting and gasping heavily now, and their bodies were soaking with sweat and reeked of fucking.
Carla raked ferociously into Mark's ass with her fingernails, scratching blindly. She was like a little lion, fucking in the jungle.
Cary could see the red streaks she was leaving all over his brother's asscheeks. He began to slam into her faster and harder. At the same time, he reached forward and began licking the cheeks of her ass.
He licked blindly in the heat of passion, catching sometimes his brother's ass and Carla's hands, hardly knowing which was which.
She moaned again each time she felt the tongue caressing her hands. That hot rapidly licking wetness was driving her mad. Cary got his tongue between her fingers and began running it eagerly up and down.
He caressed each one of them with his hot wet tongue. This was the last jolt that Carla needed.
"Oh, oh," she screamed, her mouth filled with prick. Cary felt Carla's cunt contract violently against his prick. An orgasm went off inside her that was as powerful as a nuclear explosion.
"Cum. Cum on!" He pumped his dong into her harder and faster than ever. He felt his hot cum begin to burst out of his shaft. Then he felt it burst from the tip of his purple prck and shoot inside her like a fire hose.
"I'm fucking your cunt," Cary yelled. "I'm drowning you in my scum."
Carla felt his hot cream scalding the sensitive sides of her cunt and rubbing onto his cock and against her clit. She threw her cunt at him frantically, trying to suck out every drop of the hot gism. At almost the same moment, she felt the rush of Mark's cum-juice filling her mouth.
"Oh, baby!" said Mark, "here it comes!"
He pumped his dick frantically into her mouth, his balls banging into her chin.
"Suck it all, baby. Swallow it down!" he yelled. Carla gladly sucked and swallowed as fast as she could and her mouth was filled with the taste of her lover's scum. "That's it, baby!" Cary panted. "Eat him dry!"
He was still driving into her hard and fast. His whole body shuddered and quivered with pleasure. Carla could feel the tense muscles of Mark's smooth white ass contracting violently as he shoved his dick forward into her mouth.
She sucked it with all her might. She swallowed down every drop that Mark had to give her. Finally, it was all over, and the three of them began to come down from the peak of their pleasure.
"Wow!" Mark breathed as his hips slowed to a stop. He was like a fucking machine running out of gas. The pumping motions of his ass became weaker and weaker.
Carla opened her mouth and let his now-softening dick slide out. It hung limply against her face, still dripping with his cum and her saliva.
"Hmmm," she murmured as she nipped at Mark's limp, deflated prick with her lips.
"Oh, kiss me, baby!"
Then Cary pulled out of Carla's pussy and rolled beside her on the floor. Mark lifted his weight from above her shoulders and got down on the other side of her.
She just lay there, stretched out on her back, exhausted but happy. The bell suddenly rang.
"Oh," said Carla, "I know exactly who it is. I told Sandy I would go out with her tonight and I forgot all about it."
"Well, throw something on and go answer the door," said Cary. "This could turn out to be interesting!" he added, winking seductively. "I've wanted to fuck that little piece of ass for as long as I can remember."
Carla laughed at the remark, but she felt nervous about how Sandy might take all this. She threw her dress on and went to let Sandy in the door.
She led her back silently into the living room, not saying a word, just letting Sandy figure out the whole thing for herself.
She led her right over and sat her down between Mark and Cary, who were sitting stark naked. Mark was absently stroking his cock. Sandy ran her eyes from one to the other of them.
The situation gradually began to dawn on her.
"But, but-!" Sandy sputtered, her mind attempting to understand all this new and shocking information.
Then suddenly Cary had his arms around her and was mashing his lips against hers. For a few moments, Sandy struggled to get loose, but then suddenly it felt so good. She couldn't resist him any longer.
She began to sink into his arms. Her body was being touched all over and stripped of its clothing by two pairs of hands. Mark was working on the buttons of her blouse and Carla was working on the front of her shorts.
In a few seconds, they had Sandy naked. Suddenly, there she was stretched out naked on the floor with three people working on her body at once.
She felt as if she were drowning in, a sea of pleasures and new sensations.
She felt as if she must be dreaming. It was almost too much for her mind to take in at once.
Mark was kissing and licking her cone-shaped boobs, working his hot tongue back and forth skillfully over the ripe points of her stiff nipples.
Carla's mouth was covering her face eagerly with little kisses. Finally, her lips found Sandy's, and they locked together in a long passionate lingering kiss, tongue to tongue.
Cary was running his hands delicately over her naked twat. Sandy was beginning to twist and writhe under the probing masculine fingers.
It felt fabulous. Her senses were battered by this complicated barrage of touches and feelings. Her mind had not the power to resist. She realized suddenly that she was going to feel cock inside her cunt, for the first time in her life. She knew that she was going to love it.
Cary had her knees shoved wide apart now, so that her gleaming wet cunt was thoroughly exposed and wide open, with its lush, red inside exposed to the hot air. She could feel his fingers bringing the juices out of her as he stroked the soft, pink pussy folds.
She could feel that her pussy lips were dribbling hot juice and the insides of her thighs were getting sticky wet with gism.
"Oh, ah!" moaned Sandy. "Oh, your fingers feel so good down there. That's it, baby. Do it. Fingerfuck my cunt."
Her still-cherry fuck box was moving rhythmically now, shoving forward as hard as she could against Cary's finger.
"Oh, I need it inside," she cried. "I need you to put in it my cunt. Fuck me!"
Cary had been waiting to hear that for a long time. He wouldn't have to wait another second. He mounted her quickly and began to ease his dick through the puffing distended lips of her cunt.
He pushed gently again and again, until the entire head of his cock was in her twat. Then he stopped. "What did you say you wanted?" he taunted. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me, what?" he mocked. "Fuck me, p-please," she sobbed. "Please. Fuck me, please."
Sandy's hips began moving rapidly in the anxious rhythm of fucking.
Suddenly, without warning, he pushed forward, smashing her cherry. He immediately began fucking her. She screamed in pleasure-pain. Carla pressed her lips to Sandy's and they kissed and embraced passionately, their excitement fired by the double strength of the two men.
Mark was still kissing and licking Sandy's big, round soft boobies savagely. He was working at them as if he wanted to eat them, swallow them down completely.
"Oh, Sandy," he moaned, "your tits are so gorgeous! I want to gobble them down!"
He was running his hot tongue eagerly from ony side to the other, turning his head rapidly from side to side. Her nipples bunched up tightly, stiff and quivering.
He got one of them between his teeth and began to nip at it.
"Bite my tit harder!"
Cary was pounding into her cunt hole now for all he was worth. His cock was going in and out, in and out. Her cunt was coming up eagerly to meet each thrust.
Carla could hear the wonderful wet sounds of their fucking. Sandy was really hot and wet. Carla couldn't stand it another minute. She wanted tongue desperately. She straddled Sandy's shoulders with her knees, and lowered her face within tongue distance of her face.
Sandy darted her tongue out instantly and began to caress Carla's wet, swollen red cunt lips.
"Oh," cried Carla. "That feels fantastic. I still love you, baby."
The words excited Sandy and her tongue began to move faster and faster on Carla's soaking wet cunt.. At the same time, Mark was still kissing Sandy's soft boobies. One whole tit was in his mouth now and he was sucking on it for all he was worth.
Sandy's tits were young and firm and big and soft. He drew her nipple into his mouth in long hard pulls, savoring the feeling of the satin skin against his tongue.
Sandy's whole body was on fire, raging with passion.
"Oh, oh, baby," screamed Carla. "It feels so good. Suck and lick my clit with your tongue. Oh, you make me want to cum so much."
Cary, at last, was pumping his dick into the cunt that he had wanted for so many years. It was clutching wetly at his cock.
Suddenly, he let go of all his restraints and shot his cum inside her. He felt jet after jet of sweet hot cream go spreading into her pussy.
He kept pumping, firing his scum in long, hot spurts, and trying to drain every drop from his cock.
"Oh, oh," moaned Cary. "Here's every fuck I ever wanted to give you all these years. I'm filling you with my cum!"
Sandy's tongue shoved against Carla's clit and brought her to orgasm at the same time. Carla was flying sky high again on that magnificent tongue that had taught her everything she knew about sensuality.
They all lay on the floor fucking for the rest of the evening. Sometimes all four fucked together. Sometimes three. Sometimes in pairs. They watched each other fuck, and helped each other whenever they could creatively help a good fuck be a great fuck.
When the evening ended, a new closeness was felt by each of them.
CHAPTER SIX
At last Carla had someone to talk to about her wonderful sex life. She and Sandy now discussed everything that happened to either of them. Often their discussions would end in their sucking each other off.
One night, Carla told Sandy about how she felt about Cindy.
"I want her so much," she moaned. "It tortures me. I can't sleep at night. This lust won't let me rest!"
"I have something to confess," said Sandy. "I want her too. I've had a thing for Cindy for a long time. I've always wanted to suck her sweet little blonde cunt. I'd make her scream. I think it's finally gotten to the point where you and I had better do something about this."
"You mean you want to become a full-fl-edged memeber of our incestuous little family? Is that it?" Carla laughed.
"Well, I don't see why not. You and Cindy and I are all sisters under the skin, after all."
"Sisters in the flesh, you mean!" she laughed.
"At least that's the way it will be if I have anything to say about it. I'm so horny for Cindy that I could rape her. But let's try to seduce her."
"Okay, baby, I'm game," laughed Carla. "I'll leave the whole thing up to you."
They decided that Sandy would stay overnight and seduce Cindy.
"Once I get her softened up, she'll be all hot and ready for you," laughed Sandy. "If I know anything about Cindy, she'll do anything when she's hot!"
"How do you know that?" asked Carla.
"Because Cindy is the leading lay of the junior class!" laughed Sandy. "There's hardly a good-looking boy in the whole class that hasn't fucked the shit out of her. I have a feeling that maybe she screws around so much because she hasn't found exactly what she wants yet, namely us!"
The girls decided to pull off their plan that very night. Carla realized that she was face-to-face with her problem.
The secret circle of incest was about to come to a close.
She and Sandy lay quietly in Carla's bed that night, waiting for Cindy to come home from her date. They heard her come in and go into her room to get ready for bed.
Mark and Cary had been let it on what the girls were going to do, and they got a huge kick out of it. They completely approved. Each of them wanted a crack at the big-hipped young sister.
by this time, the only one who wasn't included in the circle of their brother-sister relationship was Cindy. They all felt completely all right about it now and were enjoying it thoroughly. They felt it was just about time that Cindy was initiated into their secret circle.
The conspirators waited until Cindy was in bed and until they thought she was asleep. Then they tiptoed across the hall and opened her door very softly. They slipped inside the room and closed it behind them.
There was a moon that night and the room was flooded with bright lights.
Cindy's beautiful body was stretched out naked on the bed. Her pussy hair was damp and curly and pressed flat against her belly. She had been fucking.
Carla felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest with desire. She felt that surge of lust rise up inside her as if it would choke her. She had never wanted anything so much in her life.
Already her hot young pussy was beginning to churn frantically with frothy cream. She looked at Sandy's eyes that were also lust-glazed.
Cindy was sleeping on her side so that her soft young boobies were hanging down enticingly. Her skin looked like pale velvet. Sandy could hardly wait to get her hands on Cindy's soft smooth body.
"Okay," said Sandy, "this is it. We all want you and we are going to give you a fuck you'll remember for the rest of your life."
She tiptoed over to the bed, and made sure that Cindy was asleep. Then, very carefully, she ran her hands gently once or twice over the supple curves of Cindy's naked body, around her waist and down her hips.
Cindy stirred in her sleep but didn't awaken. Sandy slipped her finger into the crack of Cindy's ass and began to slide it up and down very gently over her tight, brown asshole and the back of her pussy lips. She wanted to get Cindy excited beyond control before she woke up.
That was how Carla seduced Cary and it had worked perfectly. She worked her finger back and forth rhythmically, barely making contact with skin.
Carla knelt at the foot of the bed, watching with fascination as Sandy's fingers rubbed up and down Cindy's inviting holes. Pretty soon she saw glistening wet drops of pussy juice begin to appear on the outer lips of Cindy's twat.
It was working. Cindy stirred slightly in her sleep. She wiggled her hips. Sandy began to press harder. Carla slid her own hand down to her patch of pussy hair and began to stroke gently.
Sandy's finger was moving faster and faster and Cindy's ass began to undulate back and forth in rhythm. Even as she slept, her body was reacting with the animal fucking instinct. Sandy and Carla exchanged looks with a sly grin. Neither one of them would ever have had the courage to take what they wanted without the other.
Now they were having the time of their lives pulling off this seduction. They began planting wet gentle kisses up and down the length of Cindy's smooth silky thighs. Then they darted out their tongues and began to lick the succulent mound of her belly.
Tongues working rapidly back and forth, they searched for the most erogenous zones.
"Oh!" Cindy moaned in her sleep. Sandy knew she was about to wake up. This was the crucial moment.
Sandy stretched her body out full length next to Cindy's. Her naked tits, big and round, grazed against Cindy's deliciously.
Sandy inserted her finger gently into Cindy's snatch, and began to fuck it very slowly up and down. At the same time, she pressed her lips delicately against Cindy's voluptuous mound.
"Oh! Ah!" moaned Cindy. She began to return Sandy's kiss, pressing her lips back against the soft wet lips that were kissing her.
Her little ass began to rotate in circles, responding to the strokes of Sandy's finger in her hole.
Then, even before, while she was still asleep, her passion burst into full flame. She threw her arms around Sandy's neck and shoved her hot pussy down hard against Sandy's finger. She pressed her lips madly against the hot wet cunt that was offered to her. Then suddenly she came awake and saw what was happening to her.
"Oh," cried Cindy in surprise. "Sandy, what are you doing? No, no!"
She began to struggle to get free but Sandy had already got her and her passion had already reached the point of no return.
She was hot now and her defenses were down. Sandy rolled her onto her back and pressed her soft tits with their hard red tips tightly against Cindy's body. She got one hand onto one of Cindy's soft tits and began to massage it skillfully.
"You want it. Admit it. You do. You always wanted a woman to fuck your hot creamy cunt."
Cindy returned Sandy's kiss passionately and desperately. Cindy's mouth would not let her rest.
Sandy shoved Cindy's thighs wide apart with her hands. There it was-that beautiful soaking wet pussy that she wanted so much. It was fully exposed right in front of her face, throbbing with desire. The cunt juice dribbled out of Cindy's fuckhole, wetting the insides of her thighs and even wetting the bed-sheet.
Carla lowered her face into the curly sweet-smelling bush. She inhaled deeply of the odor of Cindy's juice.
"Oh, I've wanted you for so long." Cindy's hips undulated and twisted easily when she felt a darting tongue probing her pussy.
"Hmmm," Cindy gasped against Sandy's mouth as she realized what was about to happen. She wasn't fighting any more. She couldn't. Her senses were completely aroused.
Her cunt was at the mercy of Carla's mouth. Why fight it? She knew that it would feel wonderful!
Carla opened Cindy's slit, spreading the lips wide apart. She darted out her tongue and began to lap the juice up slowly and carefully.
She was savoring every honeyed drop of it. Then she buried her face deeply in a warm thrust into the fragrant wetness of the hot juicy cunt.
She drew in the rosy red lips and pulled on them with frantic desire.
"Oh!" Cindy screamed. "Oh, yes, yes, it feels so good!"
Carla knew that she had her now. There was no going back. She sucked and sucked at the soft, meaty cunt membranes.
Carla began to flicker her tongue rapidly around and around in a circular motion, around Cindy's hard throbbing clit. Sandy's hands were working passionately at Cindy's lovely boobies.
She was pinching the nipples skillfully. They grew tighter and tighter as she worked on them. Carla pressed her tongue hard against Cindy's cutton, wiggling it more and more rapidly. She could feel the love button responding to her more passionately with each second.
Cindy's hips were sinking off the bed now.
Carla was in heaven. Her tongue was going like wild fire against that throbbing clit. Cindy was responding to her with passionate eagerness, and this filled her with the fire of lust greater than any she had ever know. The cunt that she had always wanted was hers.
Cindy screamed. "Eat me. Eat me. I love it!"
She had forgotten completely now that this was a woman doing this to her, and this was her English friend. She didn't care about that anymore. All she wanted was to relieve that exquisite burning sweetness that was torturing her clit.
Sandy, an .expert on cunt lapping, went to work on Cindy skillfully, shoving her tongue eagerly into the delicate cunt and clit. She twisted it around and around, raising Cindy to a fever pitch of excitement.
At the same time, Carla slid her hands under Cindy's sweet little asscheeks and began to stroke and pet them.
She worked one finger into the crack of Cindy's tight ass and began to stroke the tightly puckered brown hole.
"Oh, yes!" murmured Cindy. "Do it to me!"
Carla was completely drowned in the fire of passion now. She was eating Cindy's snatch with every ounce of skill she possessed. She began working her fingers slowly into the hot inviting tightness of Cindy's asshole.
Cindy was helping her, swiveling her hips around and around, trying to impale herself on Carla's fucking finger.
"Oh, stick it in!" Cindy begged. "That's it, in, all the way in!"
Carla rammed her finger into Cindy's soft asshole as far as it would go. Her tight little ass clutched at Carla's finger deliciously, sending shivers of excitement running through Carla's whole body.
"Oh," Carla murmured against Cindy's cunt. "I love your ass, baby. I love my finger up your ass!"
Sandy kept working eagerly at Cindy's tight cunt, trying to bring her to the peak of her excitement. She could tell from the shudders of pleasure that rippled across Cindy's body that she was getting ready to cum. Sandy inhaled deeply of the warm, sweet powdery aroma of Cindy's hairy pussy bush.
"Oh, honey!" Sandy breathed against Cindy's thighs. "I love your cunt. I love your big soaking wet pussy."
Cindy had no restraints anymore. She was kissing Sandy's back with frantic passion.
"Yes, yes," she murmured. "I want you, too!"
Cindy was running her fingertips up and down Sandy's supple back now.
This sent shivers of desire coursing through Sandy's flesh. Her wet juicy twat felt like it was on fire and her thighs were clasped tightly together. She could feel her cream-covered thighs slipping and sliding against each other as the pussy juice coursed out of her hole.
Suddenly, she felt Cindy's whole body grow tenser and tenser as her passion reached its peak.
"Oh!" Cindy howled, digging her fingernails into Sandy's soft white back. "I'm getting there, baby! Oh, eat my pussy! Make me cum!"
Carla threw all of her skill against Sandy's tight asshole. Her tongue moved like wild fire as Cindy's hips rose and rose, pressing themselves frantically against her face.
"Oh, now! Now!" Cindy screamed and she began to turn her head from side to side, moaning in ecstatic agony.
Sandy felt Cindy's throbbing clit jerk under her tongue as the magnificent orgasm exploded in it.
For several minutes Cindy writhed and twisted on the bed as if she had gone mad.
Carla pressed her face tightly against Cindy's wet asshole and rode her all the way. Cindy's movements were so frantic that it almost seemed as if the bed would collapse under them.
Cindy's head was swimming with exhilaration and excitement. She hardly knew where she was. She wasn't on a bed anymore. She was flying through the sky on a magic sex trip. Nothing existed outside the pleasures of her body.
A warm fountain of cunt juice came rushing out of Cindy's fuckhole, as her climax exploded in wave after wave of ecstasy. Sandy lapped up every drop of the wet sticky gism, swallowing it down voraciously.
"Hmmm, ahh, yes!" Cindy murmured as the delicious waves of her orgasm began to subside slowly.
She fell back on the pillows.
She gasped, trying to catch her breath again. Finally she lay still. Carla lifted her face slowly from Cindy's streaming asshole and licked the last drops of the cunt juice which had dribbled between the pumping thighs and around to Cindy's asshole.
Then she pillowed her face in Cindy's soft white thighs.
"Oh, my love," Carla murmured. "You don't know how I've wanted this."
Cindy began to stroke Carla's little titties gently. Cindy giggled. "It's happened at last. I knew it all along. I knew we couldn't fight it forever." Then she turned her faceto the side and pressed Sandy's face to her lips in a slow and desiring kiss.
"I've always known that we were lovers," she said. "I thought that made me queer. That's why I fuck so many boys."
"If you want to fuck, then fuck. That's my philosophy of life. I'm glad you finally came around," said Sandy.
Cindy rubbed her own pussy bush. She laughed. "Well, I finally came, anyway!"
"I've needed to get that cum out of my system for a long time," Cindy continued. I learned something important tonight. I know what I have to have and I'm going to have it!"
Carla slid her body up beside Cindy's. She wrapped her arms around Cindy's soft body. Carla pressed her boobs against the soft large melons of Cindy's tits, savoring the exquisite sensations that flooded her. She twisted and turned her shoulders, caressing her hard little red nipples against Cindy's soft knobs.
Suddenly, Carla raised her head sharply. She thought that she heard the doorknob turn. Then the door opened a crack and Mark stuck his nose in. He winked at Carla.
"Well," he whispered with a grin. "How are you doing? Can we join the party?"
Cindy threw her head back against the pillows and laughed her deep, throaty laugh. "You set me up. Carla you conned me into a gang bang. Thank you, I'd love it. Come on, Mark. Fuck me."
The door opened wide then, and Mark and Cary both flipped into the room stark naked. Cindy gasped with pleasure at the sight of the two stiff hard pricks gleaming in the moonlight.
She realized for the first time how much she desired her brothers. She had wanted them both all along and now she was glad that she finally realized it.
Carla looked around the room full of naked bodies. When she came from England she thought that fingering herself was her own invention. Now she was fucking an entire family.
She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. It was the ultimate, the ideal of a totally free, totally unrestrained sexual experience.
Suddenly, she was able to face herself honestly; who she was; what she wanted; what she was doing. All of the shame and the fear that she had ever suffered suddenly lifted from her shoulders.
"Come here, Mark," she said, holding out her beautiful arms. "Let's fuck!"
Mark laughed and came down on the bed beside her, hot as a young stallion. He wrapped his strong arms around her and pressed his mouth to her throat in a deep kiss.
They "kissed with total abandon, no longer afraid now.
Cary came down on the bed, too, squeezing his body in between Sandy and his sister, Cindy. He began to kiss first one and then the other of them on the titties, thighs and bellies. His hands were going wild, one on each side, slithering anxiously over the soft, silky naked flesh stretched out under his hands.
Cary began to feel his hard cock springing erect against his body, passionately anxious to find a hole to fuck. He wanted to fuck Sandy, but, at the same time, he wanted to fuck his sister, Cindy, until she screamed in ultimate pleasure!
Cary buried his face hotly in Cindy's soft knockers, his tongue lashing out to lick at the succulent flesh. She clutched him tightly around the shoulders, pressing his head deeply into the cleavage between her tits. "Oh, yes, yes," she murmured. "Lick my tits. I want to fuck you. I always have!"
The bed was so crowded. Carla and Mark moved to the floor. "Hey," called Mark, "why don't you come down here? There's room for all of us here!"
They all rolled off the bed and came down in a laughing, giggling pile on the floor, their young, naked bodies bumping into each other and rubbing against each other. Cary rolled over onto his back and pulled Cindy on top of him. His prick was already stiff and throbbing, sticking out from his crotch. "Sit on me, baby," he panted. "Ram that sweet, little pussy of yours down onto my pecker."
Cindy straddled his strong, young body with her knees and worked her hot young soft pussy onto the head of his purple throbbing prick. She worked her hips around until it was perfectly in position. Then she lowered her weight in one, long, delicious plunge, ramming his cock into her pussy to the hilt.
"Oh God!" Cary moaned, as his sister's cunt sucked in his dick. "What a sweet fuckhole you have, my baby! What a sweet, hot little twat my sister has!"
She began to ride him skillfully, lifting and lowering herself and her soft ass on his cock. Her gorgeous tits hung down, flopping from side to side with her movements. Cary reached up and caressed them eagerly with his hands.
At the same time, Sandy came and straddled Cary's shoulders with her knees. Without wasting a minute, she lowered her hot, aching still-tight pussy onto Cary's mouth. "Oh, eat me, baby," she panted. "I want to feel your hot tongue on my clit!"
Cary began licking instantly, shoving his hard probing prick-like tongue into Sandy's cunt and beginning to lap up the pussy juice that was already streaming from her cunt hole. "Oh, you're juicy, baby!" he murmured. "You're so wet that I can drink you!" He began running his tongue eagerly up and down the hot, swollen groove of her red cunt lips. He looked up and saw her big round tits dangling above him. They beckoned to Us eager and lustful hands.
He reached up and grabbed them, beginning to rub and pet them skillfully. "Oh," Sandy moaned. "Squeeze my boobies, honey! Oh yes, pull them right off!"
She leaned forward, placing her weight on her hands so that Cary could reach her swinging tits better. He took the nipples in his fingertips and began to twist them skillfully, pinching and pulling so that they grew and stiffened with passion.
Then, Mark took Cindy carefully by the shoulders and began to help her slowly turn around. He worked her around carefully so that she was facing Cary's feet with his cock still ramming deep into her fuckhole. Then Carla's silky body stretched out on her back in the space that was left between Cary's thighs.
Mark grasped one of Carla's white soft thighs in each hand and spread her legs wide apart, opening the lips of her twat. "I want to see you eat her cunt," Mark whispered throatily. "I want to see your hot tongue on that sweet, little cunt hole!"
Cindy looked down and saw Carla's body stretched out in front of her. She saw that gleaming, soaking wet cunt exposed to her, waiting anxiously. She could see how it was throbbing and pulsating with desire.
She lowered her head slowly, bringing her face to meet the wet gash. She was dying to suck the sweet cunt. Slowly, to increase her desire, she pushed the tip of her tongue against the opening of Carla's puss. Carla was lying there with her legs spread wide apart, panting heavily. She was gasping with anticipation and desire.
"Oh, yes," Carla gasped. "Eat me, please eat me! My cunt is aching for you!"
Cindy lowered her face slowly, teasingly, pushing her tongue deeper by centimeters. Then she buried her face in the succulent warmth of her flesh in a deep, frantic thrust, driving her prick-like tongue into the hilt. "Oh!" Carla screamed, when she finally felt that mouth on her cunt.
Carla began to lift her ass anxiously off the floor in frantic, forceful thrusts. She shoved her hot, throbbing clit against Cindy's tongue as if she could never get enough. The waves of exquisite passion that washed over her made her feel as if she might cum instantly. The hot pussy fluid poured out of her twat and she clutched at her thighs, digging frantically with her fingernails.
Then Mark went and straddled Carla's shoulders with his knees, lowering his throbbing cock delicately against her face. Carla's head was swimming now. Cindy's lips and tongue were fucking her cunt beyond endurance and Mark's hard cock was dangling against her lips.
"Eat me, honey," Mark murmured. "Eat my cock. Suck my big prick!" Carla parted her lips for him and he shoved his dick in to his full length until the curly tufts of hair around his balls were tickling her lips. She began to suck frantically, taking his dick in deeper and deeper into her eager mouth.
"Oh, God," she murmured against his cock. "I want to gobble you up. I want to ram your big prick down my throat. That's it! Cum in my mouth, baby! I want you to pour that hot, wonderful scum down my throat!"
Then she closed her lips tightly around his cock and began to suck on it. The heady sex smell of his crotch filled her nostrils, making her dizzy. Her entire body was straining upward against Cindy's mouth, her legs spread as wide apart as they would go. Cindy was really into Carla's twat now.
Her tongue was flicking around and around in quick little circles, stroking Carla's button beyond endurance. "Oh, harder, harder," Carla gasped, her mouth stuffed with Mark's big prick. The burning sweetness that filled her cunt now was more exquisite than any she had ever known. This was what she had wanted all this time. She had ached for this, suffered for this, and now, at last, it was hers.
Her tight round asscheeks contracted again and again as she slammed her cunt against Cindy's face in a rapid tattoo rhythm. "Suck her, suck her. Suck her wet cunt!" chanted Mark in a voice that was hoarse with passion.
Mark sounded like a movie director as he directed the sexual action.
His hips were lifting and lowering, rhythmically now, as he worked his dick in and out of Carla's mouth. "That's it, make her feel it!" he whispered as he felt Carla's passion rising like a wave underneath him. "Eat her hot cunt. Take her to the top. Make her see stars!" he panted.
Cindy was throwing her cunt passionately back against Cary's big prick. As Cary pounded his prick into her pussy harder and deeper, Cindy's passion rose. She began to throw every ounce of her excitement and skill into Carla's cunt.
She licked and sucked and gobbled for all she was worth. She was drinking down the hot rushes of cunt juice that came pouring from her lover's cunt hole. She had never felt so hot, so thoroughly and exquisitely aroused. "Mmmmm, aahh," Cindy murmured, burying her face deeper and deeper into Carla's dripping pussy slash.
At the same time, Sandy was going mad on Cary's mouth. He was running his tongue in long rapid strokes from her hard clit to her sopping pussy hole and back again. He would shove it into her hole and then dart it back to her clit, getting her in both places at once, and then quickly slip it around back to get the tip into her asshole. Then he brought it up to her twat again.
"Oh, it's so good!" Sandy screamed. "That's it, baby! Eat my cunt! Drink up my cunt juice. Lap it up and swallow it down!" Her hips were twisting and swiveling frantically as she shoved her twat harder and harder against Cary's face.
Cary was in heaven. He had Sandy, his love, rubbing her cunt on his mouth. And he had his hard prick thrust up his sister's sweet fuckhole. He would never have dreamed that this kind of pleasure could come to him in his whole life. Morals be damned, he thought to himself. This is what we should have been doing all along. This is what we always wanted. We're fucking each other and loving it and the devil take us if he will!
The erotic vibrations were rising higher and higher between the five bodies as they fucked and sucked each other frantically on the floor. They were all pressed together, flesh against flesh, completely abandoning themselves to pleasure.
Cary could feel his hot cum gathering in his balls, preparing to shoot out his throbbing dick. He could feel Cindy's hot twat clutching at his cock hungrily, eager and ready for it. Suddenly, his prick began to jerk: A strong jet of his scalding cum-juice spurted from the tip of his cock into Cindy's fuck box.
As the gobs of hot gism filled Cindy's pussy, she screamed frantically against Carla's cunt. She bore down with her tongue on Carla's clit and made her cum and cum and cum.
Cary thrust his tongue up against Sandy's clit and forced her up and over the delicious edge of her climax. "Oh," screamed Sandy, "I'm cuming. I'm filling your mouth!"
Cary felt the hot rush of cunt juice that accompanied her climax and his tongue eagerly reached for every drop of it.
At exactly the same moment, Mark began to shoot gobs and gobs of his hot gism into Carla's mouth. "Oh, drink me, baby!" he yelled. "I'm giving it to you. Drink my scum!"
Carla sucked and sucked, swallowing down every drop of his bittersweet gism.
For several minutes, the room was a tangle of thrashing, flailing bodies, completely abandoning themselves to the heat of sex. Five people were wrapped together at once, locked in the ecastasy of orgasm.
They lay together for a long time, fucking and sucking and fingering and stroking each other's tits and asses and cocks and cunts and balls and assholes. Every possible combination was tried. By the end of the evening they had truly become a unified sex organism, constantly seeking and finding better ways of turning each other on.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Life in the Breyer home became a casual free-flowing marathon orgy. The closeness of all the participants resulted in open and candid discussion, and each member of the family found himself coming to grips with problems which had long plagued him.
One day, Mark unexpectedly turned to Cindy and asked, "Well, Cindy, are you still fucking as much on the outside? You used to be known around school as quick-thighs Cindy. The boys think that you're the greatest thing since God invented fucking."
She roared with laughter. "They don't know the half of it!" she giggled.
"And you're not going to tell them!" Cindy snapped, her face suddenly hard and afraid. "Just because we fuck freely is no reason to tell the whole world. Believe me, those shitheads would never understand!"
"No, baby," said Mark softly, stroking her soft hair. "Nobody is going to tell on this exciting family. What do you think we are-idiots? This is a special life style, you know. Not everyone would groove on it. But we can. And we'd be fools to spoil it."
"Sex is the way you want it. Not the way the rules say it's supposed to be," added Carla.
Mark laughed. Then, he turned to Cindy, who seemed to be getting upset about the whole subject. "Listen, baby," he said, "now that we're all on to each other, you can just relax. You hear? Honey, sex is wonderful. No matter who you have it with. It's great, it's groovy; it's life. Nothing to be ashamed of."
"Oh Mark!" she murmured, looking away from him. "The one I really want to fuck is Daddy. I don't know what to do."
"Look, baby," Mark said, "that's what we're trying to tell you. The only thing to do is to fuck him. There are no rules for physical desire. Or, if there are, there shouldn't be. If you want somebody, fuck 'em! It doesn't matter who they are!"
"You really believe that?" asked Cindy.
"Yes." Mark's arms were around Cindy now, and he was soothingly stroking her big soft tits with his big hand. The sight started a flame of desire in Carla's cunt. She thought they looked beautiful together, there:
They looked so a-like, and their bodies were a perfect match for each other. Mark was the perfection of young masculinity, and Cindy, of femininity. He went on stroking her titties and talking at the same time.
"Cindy, listen to me," said Mark, stroking her erect red nipples with the edges of his palm. He knew he was arousing her. Cindy didn't realize that Mark was getting her ready for fucking. She was listening to what he was saying, and not thinking about where his hands went.
She began to feel calmer, and warmth was flooding her whole body. Unconsciously, she pressed closer to him, closer to the strong, masculine warmth that was so familiar to her.
"Cindy," Mark breathed seductively in her ear, "you'll never beat it by fighting it. Carla and I know that very well now. You have to accept it and live it out. Fuck if you feel like fucking."
"Don't blame yourself for it. If you put yourself through hell over it, then you'll always be hung up over it. Fucking is natural. Dogs and cats don't know who their sisters and brothers are. Or their fathers and mothers. When they feel like fucking, they fuck."
"I think I see what you mean," Cindy said. Now she was less interested in philosophy than in satisfying the yearning in her pussy. "I think maybe you're right." She was rubbing her body against Mark, searching subtly for his prick.
His cock was there, strong and hard and waiting for her. He began to press back, in answer to the motion of her hips. He felt her breathing quicken. Her soft, ripe boobs began to press rhythmically against his chest.
He felt his stiffening cock rising insistenly inside the tightness of his pants. He knew the philosophy was at an end and that the fucking was about to begin. He would see if Cindy was ready to put into practice the things that he had just been telling her.
They were at home, and it was the middle of the afternoon. She was wearing a light cotton dress with nothing on underneath it. The material was thin, and when she was between him and the light, he could see the outline of her soft round tits through the dress. He looked down and saw how hard her nipples were under the material.
He could see the rosy points poking through the thin fabric, enticing him, luring him on. Just the sight of the pink rosebud nipples sticking out at him like that made him forget everything but sex.
He bent his head and covered her lips firmly with his own. She gasped and tensed momentarily, as if she intended to draw away. But his lips held her firmly and demanded a response. His hands stroked her nipples through the thin fabric.
His lips nibbled and teased at her luscious mouth, forcing her to acknowledge her lust and give in to it. He felt the wetness of her sweet saliva beginning to dribble into his mouth. Her tongue darted in and out. She was answering him now, pressing her lips eagerly against his.
He thought about how many of his friends had been lucky enough to ram their cocks into her mouth. He thought his dear sister had one of the softest and most delectable mouths he had ever known. He thought that maybe his friends weren't going to be getting so many free goodies from now on.
Now, Cindy could get all the fucking she wanted at home, and things might change. Mark chuckled when he thought of the general disappointment when word got around that Cindy wasn't putting out like she used to.
Mark had watched Cindy play games with Carla for months'now.
She would have Carla help her dress, or scrub her back in the bathtub, or brush her hair. She was always careful to pick a situation in which she was nude or semi-nude, and she was always careful to let her best points be displayed as enticingly as possible.
At Carla's age, sexuality is not directed fully towards one sex or the other. In fact, early sexuality tends to be homosexual, because a person tends to identify with what is already familiar and not new or threatening.
Mark was sharp for his young years, and he had seen this clearly. He had seen how sexy Cindy had lusted after young Carla, but had been afraid to do anything about it. Anything that is, but tease and fuck any boy who showed her his cock.
She had gone as far as she could with Carla without getting into the actual sex act. Oh, she wanted it all right. And she saw that Carla wanted it, too. But she couldn't face homosexuality Until the other day when she had opened up and fucked everyone in sight. And loved it.
Poor Carla, thought Mark to himself, what she had been in for these last few months! He wouldn't have wished that on a dog! Well, he had seen her rescued from that little situation!
Mark pulled his mouth away from Cindy's and looked at her. He saw that her eyes were completely glazed with desire and she was now completely lost in the waves of pleasure that swept over her as he kissed her lips and stroked her tits. He stroked her soothingly with his hands, anxious not to break the mood.
He asked her slowly, "have you had orgasms with all the boys you've gone out with?" He looked her directly in the eye.
"Yes," Cindy said and stroked Mark's back with her sexy fingernails. She wasn't thinking about the boys she had gone out with now. She was thinking about her brother, who had a nice hairy cock right there in front of her with a hard-on.
"What did you think about when you were screwing them?" he asked.
"Mark, what a silly question!" she giggled. "I thought about those gorgeous hard dicks, and how I finally had them deep inside my hot pussy, where I wanted them!"
"And did you think about Carla at all?" he asked. "Did you think about how you were really screwing Carla's warm, wet young twat? About how that was what had really turned you on, and how hot and dripping it would be, and how much you wanted to be inside it?"
Cindy drew back with lust gleaming in her eyes. Mark's words had excited her to a frenzy.
"That was it all along, wasn't it?" he asked in a soft whisper. "Think about how her hands feel in your hair when she's brushing it. Think about her fingers caressing your back when she's doing up your dress."
Cindy was clinging to him now, breathing heavily. She was reaching madly for his prick. All she could think of was ramming it deep into her cunt to satisfy the craving there. She was getting passionately aroused by what her brother was saying to her.
Mark knew he had hit the basis of her hang-ups. She could talk about having sex with her father, but when he had mentioned Carla, she lost control.
Carla, now breathing heavily, was watching all of this. They were in Cindy's room and Carla was curled up on Cindy's bed, the place where she had so often longed to be, in her secret dreams. Carla couldn't believe how well Mark was handling Cindy. She knew that Cindy would be ready for her soon.
After alt, if it hadn't been for Mark, she would have been in a lot worse shape now. He was the one who had made her understand and accept her desires, and made her feel all right about them.
Mark held Cindy in his arms again, stroking and caressing her soft, silky tits. He had unbuttoned the front of her dress and his hand worked inside. "Think about how much you always wanted her," he was saying hypnotically. His hands were rubbing her tits now. "Think about those long, slender legs of hers, how velvet and sun-browned that skin is. How you'd like to touch them. Not just once, like before, but all the time, every night. Think of her hairy young pussy. How good it feels. How sweet it tastes."
Cindy's bare boobies were crushed against his chest now, undulating gently. Her breath was coming in short, hot waves against his neck. It gave him goose flesh, those jolts of moist air against his throat.
He ran his hands up and down her supple body, and winked at Carla over her shoulder. "Carla's titties," Mark continued. "Think about her delicious young titties, at the tops where the nipples stand up hard, just waiting for you."
Carla was getting hot just hearing about herself. It was all absolutely true. Her young cunt was very wet and warm right now. So wet, that she could hardly stand it. She wanted Cindy to lick and fuck the hell out of it.
She saw Cindy tremble and shudder with desire, and she felt a jolt of ecstasy go racing through her own flesh. She slipped her hand down to wet twat and began to feel the wet stains that were forming on her panties. She stroked her own thick pussy lips through the material.
Mark reached down and grasped the hem of Cindy's dress. He lifted it and skinned it over her head before she had time to protest.
She stood there, completely nude, her rich ripe boobs jutting out enticingly from her chest. She was beautiful.
Carla could hardly suppress a gasp of delight at the sight of those tits. The afternoon light fell on their rich fullness, carving their shape clearly. Carla's hands itched to touch them, to grab, to squeeze, to fondle the lovely flesh and feel its softness. Instead, she began petting and rubbing her own wet cunt.
As she played with herself, she looked at Cindy's ripe tits. The nipples were standing straight out, rigid with desire. Mark, too, could see that he had her, now. She was hot and that meant that he could get her to face up to how much she wanted Carla.
He stripped himself rapidly out of his clothes, anxious not to lose a a second. His hands explored every curve of her naked body as she twisted herself sensuously against him.
He cupped her soft, round ass in his hands and pressed her wet cunt tight against his cock. He felt the heat of her pussy. She was desperate. Her wet pussy was hot for his stiff prick.
Her hands felt around for his cock and closed around it. He sank down to the floor, pulling her with him as he went. She stroked and petted his dong, then slipped one hand downward and grabbed his balls. He gasped as he felt her probing fingers going to work on his nuts.
"Baby, you know how to do it," he whispered huskily. "I know that you do. You've grabbed more balls than I've ever seen, and I know that you know how to do it. I'm glad that you're finally getting around to mine! Oh, baby, it feels so good!"
She smiled seductively, and kept stroking and petting his sack. Tingling sensations shot up and down his stiff cock. His whole body felt hot and ready. His hips twisted and moved anxiously on hers, aching to get inside her hot pussy.
He held her firmly around the waist and turned her onto her stomach. He loved her ass. He raised her weight onto her knees and rocked her asscheeks backwards, so that the lips of her cunt hole were spread wide open.
He lovingly held his throbbing dick in his hands and began probing her wet, swollen hole with the tip. He stroked it up and down and rubbed it from side to side in the hot wetness of her outer lips.
She was hot, and juicing like crazy for a fuck. In this position she could see Carla spread out on the bed. "Look at her," Mark whispered. "Look at that beautiful cunt, spread open for you."
Carla spread her legs open wide, so that Cindy couldn't look anywhere but straight into her hot wet hole. She was as hot as a bitch in heat by this time. She could feel the juice oozing over her red cunt lips.
They spread wide open as soon as she parted her thighs. She saw Cindy's eyes focus on her pussy and her heart began to hammer. It was as if Cindy were fucking her cunt with her eyes.
Carla shivered with the anticipation of what was about to happen. Cindy's tongue came out and darted seductively around her wet lips. Carla felt a jolt of fire in her cunt as though that tongue had just licked it. She felt a sudden gush of wetness as if Cindy's sexy tongue had just lapped over her pussy lips, leaving a trail of warm, wet saliva.
Cindy moaned softly, and rocked her ass back and forth. All the time she had her eyes fixed on Carla's hot red pussy lips, spread open before her like a rose in bloom.
Mark began sharp, jabbing motions with his hips. His cock just barely rubbed against her twat. These teasing motions drove her nearly mad with desire.
"Screw me!" she screamed. "Please stick your cock in my cunt. I need you so much. I want your big cock up my hole. Please, little brother, fuck me!"
"Okay, baby, but I want to see you eat Carla's cunt at the same time. I want to see that tongue of yours going where it really belongs. You want her. Admit that you want her!"
"Yes," Cindy gasped, "yes, Mark, you're right. I do want her. I've wanted to suck that sweet pussy for so long that I can't stand it anymore. Carla, come here."
Carla didn't need a second invitation. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She jumped off the bed and slid down so that her cunt was right under Cindy's anxious mouth.
She positioned herself on her back, spreading her thighs wide and opening the lips of her twat with her hands.
"See that," Mark whispered into Cindy's ear. "Doesn't it look delicious? What do you want to do with it?"
"I want to stick out my tongue and eat it," Cindy answered. "I want to kiss it and lick it and lap up all the hot cum. I want to taste it!"
"Say it," Mark teased. "You want cunt as much as cock, don't you?"
Cindy nodded, her hips pushing back anxiously against Mark's hard throbbing prick. "Yes, yes," she gasped. "I want it. I want that delectable sweet taste of pussy in my mouth. I want to get that juicy clit under my tongue and make it cum and cum!"
An incredible jolt of excitement ripped through Carla's pussy when she heard Cindy speak that way. It made her feel as if she could cum right then, without even having been touched yet.
Cindy lowered her face into the thick tangle of Carla's cunt hair. She darted out her tongue, and began to lick tentatively all over the edges of the pussy lips.
"Oh," Carla moaned. "Do you know what you've been doing to me all this time?"
"Yes, yes, I know," Cindy answered. "I've wanted you too. I've dreamed of your sweet little puss at night. When I come home from being out getting laid, and lie there in bed in the same room with you, I want you. No matter what I do, I'm still hot for your twat afterwards."
Mark smiled to himself against Cindy's soft white back. The truth was out now. Cindy was facing up to her desires honestly for the first time. He began to wiggle his hips back and forth, slowly and teasingly.
"Oh, yes," Cindy moaned against Carla's pussy fur. "That's it, baby, do it. Shove it into me."
Mark slid slowly and deliciously to the hilt inside her. He felt his sister's luscious cunt hole clutching and enfolding his hot throbbing cock. His prick swelled and grew inside her, responding perfectly to the stimulation of her velvety twat.
"Now, eat her, baby," he commanded. "Lick that pussy. Suck up the honey, and swallow it down, because every drop of it is for you."
Cindy began to lick up and down Carla's twat with her tongue. She was breathing heavily with excitement and desire, and the warm gushes of hot air from her nostrils caressed the steamy cunt.
"And what else did you do at night?" Mark asked her. "After you got home at night and were in bed alone?"
"I thought about Carla," Cindy said, lapping up the juice eagerly from her pussy. "I thought about her cunt and how wonderful it would be to touch it and lick it with my tongue."
"And what else did you do?" Mark asked. He was reaming her pussy full speed ahead now. His nuts were banging against the soft cheeks of her ass. His huge throbbing prick was pounding up and down the walls of her cunt.
"I lay there until I couldn't stand it any longer," Cindy panted. "Then I would slide my hand down underneath the covers and start to finger-fuck myself, thinking of her all the time. I'd be wet from cum and the hot juice would drip down my legs, but still I wasn't satisfied."
Mark was pounding it into her savagely now, fucking his sister's cunt as if he could never get enough.
"I wanted to fuck Carla, and I wanted her to be fucking me," Cindy went on. She was panting heavily now, completely aroused.
Carla could feel saliva dribbling down her swollen cunt lips.
"Oh, yes, baby," Carla panted, "it feels so good. I want you to do it and do it to me and never stop. Suck my cunt. I'm going to fill your mouth with gism."
Cindy shoved her face down further into Carla's pussy so that she was buried almost up to the nose. She inhaled deeply of the sweet aroma of hot cunt that rose up and filled her nostrils. Cunt juice was so fragrant, it went straight to her head, making her dizzy with excitement.
"Get it into my fuckhole," Carla moaned. "Shove your hot cock-tongue right up my cunt and suck me. Oh, suck me, baby!"
Cindy tongue-fucked Carla's hole anxiously now, running her hands over Carla's pointy little tits. Carla's flesh was like velvet under her hands.
She squeezed the boobies tightly and Carla let out a frantic moan of passion.
Again and again, Mark rammed his dick up to the balls inside Cindy's tight moist cunt hole. She screamed wildly against Carla's cunt and began rotating her twat around on his prick. She was so wet with desire that he went in and out of her easily as he pumped with his hips.
"Oh, baby," Mark whispered. "I love my cock up your sweet hole. I love my sister's cunt hole better than any place in the whole world. I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore!"
"Oh, ah!" Cindy moaned against Carla's young twat, as Mark's ramrod cock flooded into her with savage force. She could feel him all the way up to her tits. It was as if he was going to split her apart, but she loved every minute of it.
Carla's hips lifted again and again off the floor, forcing her sweet pussy up against her cunt-lapper's eager mouth.
Cindy's pointy tongue was licking everywhere now, in and out, in and out-lapping up the hot juice that was coursing out of Carla's fuck box.
Then Carla took Cindy's head in her hands and eased her face upwards. "My clit," she breathed heavily. "Get it on to my clitty. Put your sweet tongue on my lovebud and make me cum!"
"That's right, baby," Mark panted heavily, "tongue that little button until she explodes. Suck that pussy until she cries out for mercy!"
Mark watched Carla over Cindy's shoulder, stretching around on the floor, completely enfolded in a state of ecstasy.
Cindy worked her busy tongue onto the trembling clit, and went to work at it. She ran it around and around, grazing the edges skillfully. She felt it begin to rise and throb and become even more erect and filled with desire than before.
"Oh, yes, baby!" Carla panted. "That's it. Don't stop, don't stop. Get on to it more. Do it harder. Harder!"
"Ah, oh!" Mark moaned against his sister's back. He could feel the ripples of Carla's excitement coming to him through Cindy's body. It was as if the three of them were one now, completely engrossed in this glorious fuck. Everything they did was with their nerves and their senses. Their bodies were as one and they were completely wrapped up in ecstasy.
He worked his hands under Cindy's body and grabbed the swinging globes of her tits, holding one in each hand and squeezing gently. The soft, round globes filled his hands, spilling through his fingers and exciting him unbearably.
"Oh, baby!" said Mark. "What lovely boobies you have. What big luscious tits they are. I could squeeze them forever and never stop!"
He began to knead and massage them skillfully, and felt her nipples grow hard.
As she moved around, her big round tits flopped and rolled from side to side. Mark loved the weight of them falling into his hands. He squeezed them hard and felt corresponding jolts of excitement go coursing through Cindy's writhing body.
He was pumping it into her now and her excitement was reaching the breaking point.
"Oh, baby, your sweet cunt is about to fill with my hot cum," he moaned. "I've got a load for you. Do you want my load inside your twat?"
"Hmmm," she murmured, her tongue going like wild fire against Carla's hard little clit. She shoved her lovely ass backwards again and again, drawing Mark's dick deeper and deeper inside her.
Mark could tell she was nearing the boiling point.
Suddenly, Carla screamed. "I'm getting close! Your sweet tongue is beautiful. You're going to make me cum!"
Mark looked at Carla over Cindy's soft white shoulders and saw that she was almost ready to pour her juice into Cindy's mouth. Carla's hands were travelling greedily over Cindy's body in the intensity of her desire.
He could see her pointy little nipples turn dark red, responding to the touch of Cindy's fingers. Her lovely blonde hair stood out on the floor and Mark thought he had never seen anyone look so beautiful.
Suddenly, her face contracted into a dazed look of ecstasy, and she shoved her pussy up harder than ever.
Mark felt Cindy's body trembling against him right at the brink of orgasm. He shoved into her puss with one last plunge and let go with his gism. He burst inside her like a hot fountain, spraying the walls of her twat with hot cum.
At the same moment, he felt her shove her soft white ass hard against his crotch and he knew that her pussy juices were flowing freely. He squeezed her big soft tits in his hands, forcing her hard nipples out between his fingers. Cindy screamed with mingled pleasure-pain, and then stifled her scream by biting hard on the lips of Carla's juicy cunt.
Then Mark felt Carla's hands join his own in squeezing Cindy's tits. The harder they squeezed, the more Cindy bit Carla's pussy. Finally, Carla began to whimper in pain, but when Cindy started to move her head away from Carla's snatch, Carla grabbed her by the hair and pulled Cindy's lapping face back into her wet twat.
But Mark felt his cock rising to strength again moments after he finished shooting his load. He pulled his cock out of Cindy's juicy cunt and quickly rolled Cindy over onto her back. Carla, without a word, straddled Cindy's face and shoved her cunt down hard onto Cindy's hungry mouth. At the same time, Carla bent forward over Cindy's snatch and with her fingers, she spread wide the lips of Cindy's snatch. Thick white cream began to ooze from Cindy's cunt. It was the mixed cum-juice of Mark's cock and Cindy's orgasm. Carla began to rub Cindy's wet cunt with the palms of both her hands.
The more she rubbed, the more juice flowed. Cindy's twat was a bottomless fountain of sex fluids. Carla began to rub the thick creamy ooze onto her own pendulous tits. Mark watched the show while stroking his own cock. Then he began to rub Cindy's cunt also. When his hands were covered with the gism, he scooted around to a position behind Carla. He began to apply the liquid which he had gotten from Cindy's cunt to Carla's asshole.
Carla knew what was coming next and, in anticipation, she rammed her snatch down hard into Cindy's mouth. Cindy, at last fulfilling her subconscious desires, lapped joyfully, occasionally sucking large mouthfuls of Carla's cunt deep into her mouth and nibbling tenderly on the soft flesh of the pussy lips.
Carla leaned forward and began flicking at Cindy's trembling cunt with the pointy tip of her tongue.
As she leaned forward, Mark gently spread open the cheeks of her ass. He bent down and shoved his tongue into the tight brown hole. Then, quickly, he straightened up and rammed his stiff throbbing prick into the tender asshole. Carla gasped and buried her face deeper in Cindy's snatch. Cindy felt Carla's tongue probing her cunt at the same time her own tongue sensed Mark's cock plunging Carla's ass.
Cindy pushed her tongue up hard against the back of Carla's cunt, pushing the soft membrane against Mark's cock.
Carla's ass was tight and Mark's cock was swollen with lust. Cindy's tongue was able to trace the path that Mark's hairy dick was taking as it travelled in and out of Carla's puckered asshole.
Carla was gasping and puffing air into Cindy's juicy twat. Cindy raised her soft white thighs straight up into the air, pointing her toes at the ceiling. Then she wrapped her legs around Carla's head and drew Carla down deeper into her wide-open cunt. She rotated her hips from side to side, smearing her cunt juices and what was left of Mark's load, all over Carla's face.
Now Mark's thick throbbing pecker was inside Carla's asshole right up to the hilt. For Carla, the pain was overshadowed only by the ecstasy. She moved her ass around in little circles, trying to screw Mark's cock in even deeper. Cindy had gotten her lips around Carla's pulsating clit and was sucking and nibbling at it hungrily. Suddenly, Carla began to sob with joy. Cindy tasted Carla's juices as Carla began building to a long and wonderful climax.
Then, with a grunt, Mark began pumping his thick gism into Carla's asshole. At the same instant, Cindy shuddered and began to cum. Each reached the peak of his orgasm at the same time, and the air was filled with gasps and groans as the three bodies heaved as one. Then, with a sigh, Mark fell back onto the bed, panting with exhaustion. The three lay side by side in the glow of sexual bliss.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mark felt himself slowly awakening. He must have napped. But now, as he returned to consciousness, he felt six hands moving over his body. Then, with a start, he realized that he was being tied to the bed, spread-eagled, with his wrists tied to opposite ends of the footboard. He opened his eyes and saw that Cindy and Carla were tightening the knots. They had tied him with silk kerchiefs.
Standing off to one side was a girl he had never seen before. She was tall and shapely. Her ass was full and round, and her tits were huge. Mark could see her hard nipples pushing against the soft material on her thin green blouse. Her pants were tight around the contours of her thighs and ass. He could see the outline of her drawers tight against her skin. He felt his cock rising. Then he remembered that he was tied to the bed and looked around. Cindy had Carla had both slipped into loose-fitting robes. Carla's robe had two buttons open, and every time she moved, Mark could see her hairy pussy.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
Cindy giggled. "Well," she said, "my friend, Rita, dropped in and I thought I should introduce you to her. But you're such a tiger that I thought it might be better to tie you down. Rita, this is Mark. Mark, Rita."
"Hi, Mark," Rita said. "I love your outfit."
She walked over to Mark and smiled. He couldn't take his eyes off her nipples. They looked like they were the size of strawberries.
"You've got nice tits," Mark said. Suddenly, before he realized what was happening, she leaned forward and, with a quick motion, took his cock in her mouth. She seemed to swallow his prick right up to the hilt. The suddenness of her movement surprised him and he gasped with a sudden intake of air. Rita sat up and slapped his face, hard.
"Now, we'll have no more displays of emotion," she said. Then she leaned forward and bit him on the thigh.
"Ouch," he cried.
Rita jumped up and slapped his face again. "Now," she added, "you be a good boy and we'll reward you. But if you are bad again, well punish you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Mark said.
"Yes, Ma'am," Rita shouted and slapped his belly. "Now say it right."
"Yes, Ma'am," Mark said.
"Good," said Rita. She leaned forward and drew the tip of her tongue slowly from the base of his cock to the tip. When she got to the tip she whipped her tongue around quickly.
"How was that?" she asked.
"Very good, Ma'am," Mark answered.
"Oh, wonderful," said Rita. "You said it right. We will reward you."
She stood up and began to unbutton her soft green blouse. Mark was so turned on that he thought his cock would burst. He couldn't wait to see those fabulous tits.
Rita's hands moved slowly. One button at a time. When she undid the second button from the top, he began to see the top of the cleavage between her giant boobs. She knelt at the side of the bed and pushed her big knockers at Mark.
"Open the buttons with your teeth," she commanded. "But if you tear off a button, you will be punished severely."
Mark had to strain at the kerchiefs which tied him in order to bring his mouth into contact with the buttons. He felt the softness of her titty pressing against his lips through the material of her blouse. By twisting his lips, he was able to undo the button. Her big knobs pushed the blouse open. He could see the round contour of her tits.
"Very good," said Rita. "Carla, you may reward him."
Carla got onto the bed between Mark's legs. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck it vigorously. She filled her mouth with saliva and swished it around his throbbing purple pecker. Then, she nipped with her teeth at the soft skin on the underside of his shaft. Mark sighed.
"Another button," Rita commanded. While Mark began to work on another button, Carla continued to suck the head of his prick. Mark felt tingling sensations spreading from his cock throughout his groin. Then, Carla nipped at his cock and he shuddered, his teeth tearing off Rita's button. Her blouse fell open and her huge pendulous round tits swung free. Her nipples were rosy brown and the size of silver dollars. The pointy part of the nipple stood out at least an inch from her titty. Mark gasped.
She began to softly stroke and rub her own tits. As she stroked them, her nipples got bigger and even darker. Mark's cock began to throb and pulsate. Rita wet her fingers with her tongue and rubbed the tip of Mark's dick in little circles around the piss hole. Then, a large drop of goo began to form at the tip of Mark's cock. Rita took the drop off the tip of Mark's pecker with her fingertip and began to massage it with her right nipple. Her nipple glistened with moisture. She lifted her tit high and bent her head forward.
With the pointy tip of her tongue she licked the cock juice off her nipple. Then Carla and Cindy came back into the room carrying pillows. They both stopped and stared at Rita's tits.
"Ohh," Cindy said. "I'd like some of that myself."
"Later," Rita said. "Later, I promise. In fact, I'm looking forward to it. But now Mark must get his punishment."
She began stuffing pillows under Mark's back and ass until his body was arched high off the bed. He felt his muscles straining as his body was being stretched. Then, he felt pillow after pillow being stuffed under his ass, bowing his legs and spreading his thighs. Finally, he was stretched and arched as far as possible.
Rita reached for a large candle that was standing on the night table. The candle was tapered. At its smallest end, it was about one inch in diameter. At the large end it was about three inches in diameter. She held the candle between her big tits for a moment to warm it. Then, she smiled and reached down with the candle. Mark's ass was pointed up into the air. Rita gently nosed the smaller end of the candle between Mark's asscheeks. Then, without warning, she rammed it up his ass. He moaned with pain.
She bit him hard on his belly. "Not a sound," she commanded. "Take your punishment like a man." Then, she pushed the candle further up his ass. She began biting his chest around his nipples. She nipped hard and fast, sometimes drawing blood. Carla and Cindy began doing the same to his calves and thighs. Cindy pushed the candle in a little further.
The bites had hurt at first, but now Mark felt his cock stiffening again. The bites felt exciting and sexy. Even the candle up his ass was turning him on. Little by little the bites turned to licks. In a few minutes, Mark felt three tongues licking circles over his body. Rita was licking and lapping around his navel. Carla had her face buried deep between his thighs and was licking his asshole around the candle. With her hand, she was fucking the candle in and out of his ass and twisting it slightly with each thrust. Occasionally, she would let her tongue stray up to his balls and she would lick and suck them.
Cindy had gotten onto her knees at Mark's side and was sucking his cock. Her head moved up and down and her tongue swept furiously back and forth across the sensitive skin of his dick. Now Rita squatted over his face and positioned her asshole right over his mouth. She slowly lowered herself down until she was sitting on his face. He snaked his tongue out and flicked it up and down along the crack of her ass.
"That's a good boy," she said.
With that, he rammed his tongue up into her asshole. At the same time he sucked in with his lips, sucking the ring of muscle around her asshole. He wiggled his tongue up and down and around inside her asshole. She moaned. The round cheeks of her magnificent ass were pressed against his face, and there was nothing for him to do but tongue-fuck her ass for all he was worth. And he devoted himself to it completely. He slid his tongue up and down, in and out, slowly and rhythmically. He felt her soft wet cunt against his chin. While he licked her asshole, he moved his chin hard against her cunt.
As he face-fucked Rita, he felt Carla and Cindy untieing his hands and feet and pulling the candle out of his ass. He reached up and put his arms around Rita's thighs, pulling her ass down hard onto his face. Then he rolled over. Now Rita was face down on the bed. Her ass was high in the air. Mark got on his hands and knees behind her and drove his tongue deep into her asshole. Then he dropped his head and lapped her cunt from behind.
Cindy got on her back and crawled between Mark's knees until her mouth was directly under his balls. She began licking his balls and sucking his cock. Her legs were spread.
Carla straddled Cindy's body so that she was ass to ass with Mark. She bent down and began to lap Cindy's moist twat. She pushed back hard, rubbing her ass against Mark's. He pushed back against her. Cindy reached up with her hand and began to finger Carla's pussy.
While Mark drove his tongue in and out of Rita's asshole, he slipped two fingers into her cunt and began to scissor them back and forth. As soon as he did, she began to moan and writhe.
Now Cindy slipped out from under Mark and she and Carla were busy sucking each other's cunts in the classic sixty-nine position. Each clasped the other's head tightly between her thighs and pumped her hips up and down in rhythmic fucking motions.
Rita was sobbing. "Please fuck me, Mark. Please fuck me."
Mark put his thumb up her asshole and with his fingers in her cunt, he pinched. "Please fuck me, what?" he mocked.
"Please fuck me, sir," she sobbed. "Please fuck me like this.
She remained on her knees and he slipped up against her and put his cock at the lips of her pussy. Slowly, he let his dong slide into her wet juicy snatch. Then he began to pull it out.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, please. More. Give me more, please, sir, please sir. Please."
He rammed his cock deep into the wet murky depths of her cunt. Then he pulled it out.
"On your back," he commanded. She rolled over.
"Open your cunt as wide as it will go," he ordered her.
"Yes sir. Yes sir," she murmured.
He picked up the tapered candle and quickly shoved it into her cunt. She moaned as she felt its thickness spreading her cunt lips apart. She reached down and took hold of the candle. She began to fuck herself with it. Her hips pumped up and down as she pushed the candle in and out of her wet snatch. As the candle came out, her wet, pink cunt lips followed it, trying to suck it back in. Then, with a twist, she pushed it in again. Her other hand began to pet and rub her pussy hair. She rubbed the tip of her middle finger gently against her clit.
Mark could see the hard love button swelling and puffing out her outer lips. He reached across and began to pet and stroke her magnificent boobs. The big dark nipples stood up hard and erect. She began to pant. She took one of his hands off her tit and placed it on Mark's stiff, hard pecker. He began to stroke it up and down while she watching, licking her lips.
With his other hand, he pinched and rolled her gigantic nipples. He would grab handfuls of tit flesh and squeeze until his hands left white marks on her red flesh. He felt the excitement boiling in his balls. He knew that he was going to cum, jerking himself off while the broad fucked herself with a candle. His balls boiled and he felt the gism rising in his tubes. Then, at once, the hot whirling cum shot out of his cock onto the nipples of Rita's magnificent tits. Rita moaned and began to thrash about the bed as her orgasm overtook her. Mark continued pulling himself off and shooting his cum onto Rita's boobs while Rita sobbed and rolled around. Then, with a sigh, she lay still. Mark sank to her side and lay back to watch the show Cindy and Carla were putting on.
Cindy and Carla had moved to the floor where there was more room for them to move around. Carla lay on her back with her knees against her titties. Her cunt was wide open and pointed up. Cindy knelt in front of Carla's delectable cunt and lapped it with long strokes of her tongue, beginning at the tight little brown asshole and sweeping across the juicy wet snatch to the erect, throbbing clit. Then, she flicked her pointy tongue back and forth as she licked down to the asshole again. Carla was panting and heaving.
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, suck my cunt. Oh, get me off. Oh, do me. Do me. Lick my snatch.
Oh, do it."
Cindy began driving her tongue in and out of Carla's cunt like a cock. Carla began to rotate her hips.
"I'm gonna cum," she moaned.
Cindy moved her whole head up and down as she tongue-fucked Carla to the peak of her orgasm. Then, as Carla began to cum, Cindy sucked hard on her clit. Carla screamed in frantic ecstasy as wave after wave of joyous release flooded her body. Then, she lay still.
Mark's cock had risen again. Cindy leapt onto the bed and straddled Mark's hips, driving his cock into her cunt. She moved her body up and down and around in circles. Her cunt was dripping moisture and Mark felt his pubic hair getting wet with sticky pussy juice. After a few minutes, Cindy cried out, "I'm cuming!" She continued to move her body up and down until she felt Mark's cock pumping gism into her. He sighed.
They fucked and fucked and fucked for hours. It was a good-bye fuck, for Carla would soon be leaving, returning home to England.
Unbeknownst to Carla, Mary Ann Breyer, who was visiting with Carla's family, had turned them all on to fucking each other. When Carla returned home, life was not the same. In only a few days, she was fucked and eaten by her father, her mother, her two sisters, and Fred, a cock spaniel, that the family adopted. Cultural exchange was really love exchange.
