Susan Davis did not set out intentionally to suck her eleven-year old kid brother's cock.
Things just turned out that way.
Of course, once she started, she realized she was having the time of her life. Johnny Davis lay back on his bed, his legs dangling over the sides.
The door was locked. Daddy wasn't home.
He closed his eyes and felt the warm, wet tickle of his sixteen-year-old sister's tongue flickering against the inside of his leg.
His penis was stiff, and he felt good all over. He couldn't believe how much fun he was having! His mouth was in a contented smile, and he felt wild and naughty and neat.
His cock and his balls were hairless, of course, and smooth with baby skin. His dick was bigger than usual for a kid his age, but still had not reached its full maturity.
As it was, the kid's pecker stood stiff at about five inches.
It was pink and rubbery. Its head swelled into a nice little round cap. It almost looked like a precious little miniature ivory phallic sculpture.
But it wiggled and got hot and hard just like the grown-up thing.
Sue was kneeling in front of him, on the floor. Her long blonde hair hung down her back in a pony tail. Her bangs hung over her forehead.
She held his left leg with her right hand, firmly. Her fingers made indentations in the pliant flesh of his leg.
Her other hand was working his balls, tickling them from underneath. Susan wiggled her four fingers back and forth underneath his wrinkly little scrotum.
Then she placed her thumb on the topside of his ball sack, and applied pressure with her thumb and her opposing fingers until she could feel his ball resting, trapped, in her grasp.
She squeezed-very gently.
A shot of stinging pain rocketed through Johnny and he winced a little.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"But it made your boner bigger."
She then held his balls in the cup of her hand, warming them.
Her tongue continued its way up into the fold between his genitals and his leg. In a few years, this area would be hairy and damp with sweat.
But now, it was smooth and sleek, a beautiful flesh color with just a hint of the blushing pink.
It tasted nice-not sweaty and smelly. Johnny had just come out of the bath and his groin was clean.
Susan extended her tongue all the way out of her mouth. She pushed his scrotum back against his right leg, and licked underneath it on the left. Her tongue started at the bottom of the sack, where she could feel the spongy, hard ball under the thin membrane of skin.
She licked that ball with a lot of pressure, using the broad, flat top side of her tongue.
Johnny was feeling so happy, so pleasant! It was a different kind of fun from what he was used to having.
This wasn't like the thrill of hitting a home run or getting neat stuff for Christmas. This was a pleasure that made his skin feel tingly and his boner stretch harder than it ever did before.
Sue's tongue went up to the top of his halls and around the side of the base of his dick.
She licked the area just above his penis. One long, hard lap of her tongue over this area drove Johnny wild. That part was so sensitive, the pleasure shot through him and kept building.
"Slow down," he moaned.
She did. Now she placed her tongue back at the starting point, above and to the right of Johnny's cock, and slowly repeated the same lick, dragging her moist, smooth tongue at a snail's pace across the expanse of skin.
The great thing was that Johnny had no pubic hair. So this part of his anatomy was bald and silken.
And sensitive. VERY sensitive.
"Lick it. Lick my boner."
Saying those words out loud made Johnny hornier-and gave Sue a mean little thrill too.
"Nnnnn," she hummed as she put the tip of her tongue to the base of his cock and started to lick.
His cockhead bumped her nose.
She finished the long, lurid lick up the length of his cock, and, smiling wickedly, took a look at Johnny.
His cute little face was blushing. His cheeks, were full, his bowl-cut hair was mussed, and his neck was vibrating. She watched his little Adam's apple bob up and down beneath the skin.
"Want me to suck it?"
"Yeah."
Susan opened her mouth wide and placed it over the prepubescent hard-on. The whole. thing fit inside her mouth without much trouble.
She felt the thin, rigid hairless pole poke against her palette. It was hot. The head was resilient. It felt like an inflated balloon stuck on the edge of Johnny's penis.
She wiggled her tongue back and forth inside her mouth against the tender bottom-side of his dick.
"Suck! C'mon, Sue, you're not sucking!"
She inhaled a powerful suck. Her cheeks caved in and her jaw bobbed up and down as she applied the pressure of her inner cheeks to the surface of his member.
When Sue was sucking as hard as she could, she pulled her head back and her lips dragged up the length of his dick until his boner popped out of her mouth. It made a sound like a champagne cork.
Pop!
"Tee-hee," Johnny giggled.
"Like that?'
"Yeah."
"Me, too. That's fun. That's called fellatio."
"Fellatio? That's a silly word!"
"Sometimes people call it a blowjob."
"Keep going. Suck my dick a little more. Only this time, get naked."
"No."
"Oh, come on! I'm naked!"
"Yeah, well, it's all right for me to see you naked, but you're not allowed to see me naked."
"I've seen you naked a whole bunch of times!"
"That was before I had breasts." "I heard Daddy call them tits."
"Liar!"
"Uh-uh! He was on the phone with somebody and he said 'Susan is growing the biggest tits I've ever seen on a girl her age.' Honest! Cross my heart and hope to die!"
"Did he really? Shit!"
When Susan said "shit," Johnny's erection gained some additional hardness, swelling up until it stuck up from his lap at a forty-five degree angle.
"Come on, suck my dick naked."
Susan was torn. On the one hand, she knew what she was doing was wrong. But she also really enjoyed the experience. It was the first time she had ever sucked a cock, and she loved the experience. It made her horny. It made her feel feminine and sexy.
It made her virgin pussy quiver a little, Even get a little wet.
*****
It all started that afternoon.
Johnny came home from the fifth grade that afternoon and fixed himself a glass of milk and a plate full of cookies. He turned on the TV set, and was digging the cartoon adventures of Robot-Man when Sue came home from high school.
"Hey, squirt."
"Hi, Suzy."
Their mother and father had been divorced about a year, and Sue and Johnny had become very close, despite the five-year age difference. In some ways, she was both an older sister and a mother to him.
Sue was looking to see if she got any mail when Johnny brought the subject up.
"Hey, Sue. Alan Weiss told me something today, and I want to know if it's true."
"Sure. Go ahead."
"You know the word fuck?"
"Yeah," she said, looking at him and laughing at his straight-faced precociousness.
"He told me what it means but I don't believe him. I think he got his facts wrong."
"Uh-oh!"
"Why'd you say uh-oh?"
She sighed and placed her hands on her hips.
"Well, since Dad's never been good at explaining this sort of thing, I guess it's up to me."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"What did he say the word means? I'm curious."
"He said it has to do with sex."
"Yeah, it has to do with sex, all right."
Johnny blushed a little and continued talking in a quieter voice. He felt his penis straightening into a boner.
He had been getting erections for a couple of years now, but he never knew why. He knew it had something to do with naked ladies, because that time he found a Playboy magazine in the neighbor's trash, he and all his friends got boners looking at it.
He looked at her through his big eyes. His mouth twisted into a puckered little pout, and he started twirling his hair with his fingers.
Whenever he twirled his hair, he was nervous.
"Here, Johnny, come with me...."
They walked into the bedroom that they shared, and she sat him down on the bed. She closed the door.
"You know when your penis gets hard?"
"Yeah?"
"And you feel all horny inside?"
It was the first time he had heard the word "horny," but he got the meaning.
"Well, when that happens to a boy, it means he wants to have sex."
"Ok."
"So, like, when he's old enough, he finds a girl who also wants to have sex." Then Sue paused. She realized she would have to explain what the vagina is.
"Ok, now, pay attention. Girls, as you know, don't have dicks. Instead, they have this hole in them called a vagina. It's also called a pussy, but that's rude."
"Ok," Johnny nodded. His erection was noticeable through his pants. She couldn't help but see it. The sight of it made her feel a little horny. She was surprised.
"Ok, now I'm going to show you my vagina, but don't tell Daddy, because girls aren't supposed to show their vaginas to boys."
She started to unfasten her skirt, and she felt her pussy start to get warm. Her nipples twinged. She smiled ironically, and pulled her skirt off, letting it drop to the floor.
Johnny watched with close attention.
She pulled down her panties, and Johnny saw a triangular patch of pubic hair above what looked like a furry bulge.
Sue spread her legs, and he saw a pink ribbon running through her furry bulge.
"Ok, squirt, now watch. This is my vagina. See? It's a hole. I can poke my finger through it."
She poked a finger into her cunt, and wiggled it. 'She gave herself quite a thrill. She was horny, and felt like masturbating.
"Ok. Can I touch it?"
Sue paused. "Uhhhh, yeah, sure, why not."
He got off the bed and stood in front of her. He looked up between her leg and saw this vertical mouth breathing at him.
"Eeeoooh! That's gross!"
"No it's not!" "Yes it is. I don't want to put my finger in there. Forget it. So what's fuck mean, anyway."
"I'm getting to that. Ok, so when a man and a woman want sex, and they're both feeling horny, they agree to have sex, or 'fuck.' Fucking means having sex."
Sue couldn't believe she was actually doing this.
"Now, when a man and a woman fuck, the man puts his penis-when it's hard-up inside the woman's vagina."
"That's disgusting! I wouldn't put my penis in there!"
"It feels great, though!"
"Aw, how would you know. You never fucked."
"Yeah, but I know it's supposed to be great."
"No this is all wrong. Alan said it had to do with babies getting born."
"Exactly! When a man fucks a woman, he makes her pregnant! And then nine months later, she has a baby!"
"You're kidding."
"Honest."
"So, like, Mom and Dad...? "
"Yup."
Johnny sat there with his mouth open. Sue put her skirt back on.
She sat down next to him and put her arm around him.
"Ok? Any questions?"
"You know, I always wondered why only married women have babies and single women don't."
"Sometime single women do. But they're not supposed to."
"So you can't have sex until you're married, right?"
"Not exactly. But that's another story."
"Tell me!"
"Maybe later."
"Tell me or I'll tell Dad that you me your-your vag-eye-nerd?"
"You do and I'll belt your little face in."
Johnny looked at Dad funny all through dinner that night. A few days later was Saturday night, and Dad had a date. Sue stayed home that night to babysit her little brother.
At about eight o'clock, Johnny ran into the kitchen, where Sue was talking on the phone with one of her girlfriends.
He was naked, and had an erection.
"Yeah, so anyway, Jane, so we all wound up going to the movies and it-hey! Put some clothes on!"
"What?"
"Sorry, Jane, I was talking to my little squirt brother. Can you hold on for just one minute? Great." She put her hand to the phone and turned toward Johnny. "What do YOU want?"
"I'm horny. I want to fuck."
"Oh, Christ. All right, one second. Hello ... Jane? Can I call you back? Thanks. Bye."
"Ok, time for another lesson!"
She marched him into the bedroom.
He jumped onto the bed and sat up. His cock was stiff and turning red.
The sight of it gave Susan a little thrill. She really did enjoy looking at erect cocks.
And the only .one she seemed to get any access to was Johnny's! All the nice looking guys at school already had girlfriends, and it was only a month since she turned sixteen, when her father allowed her to date. She was just too horny for her own damn good.
"Ok, squirt. Listen. Guys aren't supposed to fuck their sisters."
"How come?".
"Cause. It isn't nice."
"Will you get pregnant?"
"All right. I might as well explain this. Sometimes women don't get pregnant. In fact, there are only certain times of the month when they can. Wait. Stay there."
Sue ran into the bathroom to get a box of tampons, and soon her little brother was an expert on the menstrual cycle. "But, there's like, well, you know, other things that guys and girls do, besides fucking. Cause sometimes they want sex but don't want to get the girl pregnant, especially if they aren't married."
"Like what?"
"You're awfully curious, aren't you!"
"I'm horny. I want to have sex."
"Me too, but. sometimes you just have to wait! "
"Oh? Are you horny?"
"Sometimes."
"Now?" Johnny shot her that impish grin that she always had a weakness for. Those big eyes were always good for talking her out of spanking him. Now he thought they might get him a little sex!
She tried not to smile, but she couldn't help herself.
"Yeah."
"Let's fuck."
She was really getting hot. It was the first time anybody had ever propositioned her.
"Well, we can't fuck-but I can blow you."
Half of her said no. The stronger half said yes, what the hell-Daddy isn't home!
Besides! Little kids do this all the time! There's nothing wrong with it.
*****
"Come on. Suck my dick naked."
Sue stepped back and stood up. She walked over to the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door.
She cocked her head to one side and admired herself. She pulled the end of her long ponytail and undid the elastic tie. Her pony tail opened up, and she let her long, blonde hair cascade down over her shoulders.
She unbuttoned her blouse. Johnny watched from the bed with fascination. He had never seen anything like this before.
Her blouse fell down her arms and she hung it on a coat-hook.
Daddy wouldn't be home for hours.
Johnny watched her from the bed. He could see her back, but he couldn't see in the mirror itself.
He reached down and, ran, a finger up and down the underside of his cock, exciting .himself to heights of pleasure he had never felt before.
Sue unhooked her bra. Johnny saw her naked back. He knew that he would soon see-her breasts. They were big-he knew that much-bigger than all of her friends' breasts.
She unfastened her skirt, and hung it up.
She was wearing only a pair of panties. White, cotton panties.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt sexy. She felt hot She felt like she desperately wanted to get laid.
Sue ran her palms down the sides of her breasts and then ran her fingers down the insides of her tits, down her cleavage, and over her abdomen
"Let me see! Let me see!" Johnny bellowed. Susan turned around. She looked pretty. 'very pretty.
Johnny's mouth dropped open an inch. His cock was starting to hurt.
He looked at her breasts. They were big and round and in the center of each sat a perfect round circle with a small, dark head-just like he had.
She smiled a womanly, aloof smile and sat down beside Johnny on the bed.
"Kiss me, Johnny."
"No."
"Yes, you have to."
He gave her a peck on the cheek. What he really was interested in was that set of boobs.
He reached up and grabbed a handful of tit.
She pushed his hand away.
"You have to do this slowly. You have to take your time if you want to make a woman horny. Now, shhh. Don't talk 'cause talking during sex IS, like, really dumb."
Johnny sat in silence, hoping that she would suck his dick.
She turned her body around and faced him.
"Here," she said, and she held both of his hands. She brought his hands up to the tops of her breasts and spread his little fingers.
She held his hands by the wrists and started to move them up and down, in a circular motion, across the tops of her tits.
"Don't touch my nipples until I tell you to, ok?"
Johnny nodded.
She took her hands away and leaned back on the bed. She rested on her hands. Her tits were thrown high into the air. She threw her head back, and her long, silky blonde hair fell in a fan down her back.
Johnny massaged her tits as she told him to. He rubbed around and around over the tops of her tits.
"Mmmmm ... that feels good. Keep going."
Johnny was into it. His dick was harder than a rock. He felt hornier than he had ever felt in his life-and actually seeing naked tits in real life was a new, stimulating, experience.
"Hmmmm ... now the sides, and just a little lower down."
He let his fingers curl over the slope of her big bosoms and stroked along the sides, down to the good part-where they were round and full.
"Hmmmm ... good. Keep going," Sue said in a hushed voice. Her face and neck were red, and as he got closer to the nipple, gooseflesh broke out on her shoulders.
"Uhhhnnnn," she moaned. "Oh, God, oh, yes."
Without her telling him to, Johnny ran his hands down under the tits, along the bottoms of those big round lobes of womanliness.
He spread his fingers and smoothed them over and under the tits, finger and flexing and thumbs opposing the motions of his fingers.
He squeezed them from the bottom, and he heard Sue start to pant in jerky, heavy breaths.
He instinctively knew that he was turning her on. He pulled his fingers up along the sides of her big tits, and then began to swirl his fingertips around the whole of each breast. Over the tops, down the sides, across the bottoms, and then up the deep cleavage. Her mouth opened and her lips began to dry out from the breath that rushed in and out of her mouth in spasmodic quivers.
"Oh, that's excellent. That's great. Keep going and don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping.
It was the greatest experience of his life!
He was in paradise-and so was she.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ooooohhh, yeah." Sue moaned.
Johnny realized the power he now had over his sister and he sat there in the nude. with his hairless hard-on stretching toward the sky.
With every stroke of his tender fingers across her virgin tits, he caused her to get hotter and hotter.
Soon he could smell a kind of animal smell. It smelled to him like sweat-or like fish.
Susan leaned back on one hand-as she brought her other hand up onto her thigh, and began stroking the inside of her right leg smoothly, slowly, and inching closer and closer to her hot, virgin cunt.
Her pussy was starting to get wet. She felt the flow of her love juices inside the hot box of joy.
"Ok, now, get closer to my nipples."
"I know. I know."
He loved it. Ever since he first saw a picture of a naked women, back in second grade, he had wanted to feel bare tits.
Sue's were the biggest and best he could imagine.
Her size 38's swelled up, growing slightly bigger and hotter.
His hands were spiraling in on her nipples. His fingertips dragged across the soft, bouncy boobs. When they got down to the bottoms, he gave a gentle squeeze to each tit.
He was only eleven years old, but he had an intuitive understanding of how to feel a woman's breasts. He was getting his sister hotter than she had ever gotten herself.
The tips of his fingers pressed deeper into the yielding flesh of her boobs with each stroke.
Soon, they were coming dangerously close to the nipple.
His middle finger and third finger pressed on the outside rim of the aureole, and Susan quivered, letting out a noise that almost frightened him.
"Uuuuh-uu-uuuh!" she groaned as her lower lip quivered.
Now only the tips of his two ring fingers were stroking the middles of the pink, wide aureoles of her nipples.
The sensation rocketed through Susan until she became a quivering mass of nubile flesh.
He hoped that if he did well enough on her breasts, she would suck his dick like she promised. It was already so erect that it hurt, straining the stretching skin of his cock and the base of his scrotum.
He finally pressed down upon the heads of her nipples and she screamed.
He wasn't expecting it. He was frightened, and drew back.
She turned to him and smiled, showing her straight, white teeth.
"Wow!"
"Are you ok?"
"Ok! I'm wonderful! You really do that well!"
"You promised you would suck my dick."
"Still want me to? I want to!"
Johnny was impressed at this new attitude of hers. She seemed more willing than even he was!
"Uhm, yeah."
Sue knelt on the floor in front of Johnny and kissed the insides of his hairless thighs.
She loved the feel of his baby-fat legs, the warmth they gave off, the glow. There was no pubic hair, no heavy stink of sweat.
Just innocent fun!
She started to purse her lips and draw them back in something of a half-kiss, half-suck. She stimulated his balls and invigorated his penis until Johnny was hornier than ever.
He lay back, his legs dangling off the bed.
She nuzzled her nose into the pit between his cock and his leg, nudging his balls aside and watching them fall back into position.
"I like your balls," she said, laughing. She was giddy, so high off her sexual energy that she was almost deliriously giddy. "Nmmnnummie num num!" she said, poking his erection aside with her nose.
He giggled.
"Ok, close your eyes!"
"They're closed."
She placed her mouth over his cock, and closed her lips around his cockhead. As she had done before, she began to suck with all her might, sliding the cock in and out of her mouth. Unlike his sister, Johnny was pretty much a quiet fuck. No screams, no moans. Just the slow, heavy breathing of his lungs and the twitching of his arms told Susan that she was stimulating the boy into a new plateau of arousal.
She dove down, taking the whole of his five-inch erection into her mouth. His head poked against the back of her mouth.
She dove down further, to see if she could swallow his balls as well.
She didn't realize it at the time, but she was deep-throating her little brother. The head of his cock wasn't as wide as an adult's, so it slid back down into her throat with ease, allowing her to keep breathing while her lips reached for scrotum.
She inhaled, but couldn't manage to catch a big enough bunch of skin to suck the sac into her mouth.
She reached up and poked a finger behind his balls, to feed the sac into her lips.
She drew in, and a slurping noise gave her away. She felt more and more gathers of skin fall in between her lips. She closed her mouth and exhaled through her nose. She drew in and felt one ball squeeze through her lips and fall into her mouth, coming to rest underneath her tongue.
She tried for the other, but once again, she had to use a finger to pop the testicle into her mouth like a grape.
She now held all of her brother's genitalia in her mouth, and his cockhead in the back of her throat.
She hummed "ta-ta-ta taaaaah!" through her nose and spread her arms wide. She thought this would entertain and impress little Johnny who, unfortunately had his eyes closed and his mind on another plane of consciousness.
"MMmmmmm," was his only reply. Her mouth was drenched with saliva. She pressed her lips as tightly together as she could and popped the first ball out of her mouth.
"MmmmMMMMMmmm," Johnny moaned.
When the ball squoze through her lips, he winced a little-but the pain didn't bother him. If anything, it felt weird and exotic.
She rolled the other ball around in her mouth, over and under her tongue, between her teeth, and against the roof of her mouth.
She puffed her cheeks up wide with air, and let his cock wiggle and bounce in the newly created spaces. His ball fell over her bottom row of teeth and into the puffed-out space between her lips and her front teeth.
"Pfoo!" and she spat the balls out.
She let the dick slide between her lips, which were now well lubricated with saliva. So, she could tighten the grip of her lips as tight as she wanted, and. his cock would still slide in and out.
She worked her head back and forth, blowing the boy to new heights of ecstasy.
Susan was enjoying herself in an uninhibited, sexual way for the first time. Her pussy was juicing and her clitoris was hard, wiggling up and down and sending vibrations through her groin and into the rest of her body.
She wanted to fuck.
She let the cock slide out of her 'mouth, and looked at the wet, quivering member.
"Johnny? Let's fuck."
"You won't get pregnant?"
"It's ok this time of the month for me." Susan kept careful track of her cycle. Besides, she was sure that Johnny wasn't producing sperm yet.
It was a safe bet. There was nothing standing in the way of their losing their virginity together-and to each other. She paused to stroke his hard cock with her finger, "and you get on top."
"Do I put my boner in your vag-eye-her now?"
"Vagina," she corrected him, "whenever you're ready. Do you think you're as horny as you could possibly be?"
"Uhhuh," Johnny said with intensity.
He was so cute! She just loved the serious expression on his little face as he raised his chubby little tush high in the air and crawled up into her steaming crotch.
"Susan? What's that? Is this bad?"
He pointed to a little round ball of sticky clear goo forming at the tip of his penis.
"That's ok . That's supposed to happen." He had some trouble finding her vagina, he didn't want to reach his finger into it.
"Here. I'll guide you in"
She grabbed his penis between her fingers. It was warm and hard. This would be just perfect.
She held the tip of it up to her snatch, and rubbed it up and down a few inches of her cunt.
She placed it against her clit, and rubbed the head of it over and over the thumping little nub, as waves of pleasure washed over her body, propelling her into a state of writhing ecstasy.
He pushed, and it slid into her cunt.
It felt good! It felt comfortable, like it belonged there. It was a nurturing, motherly comfort-hole that quivered between his sister's legs.
It was the first time that Susan had ever felt an erect penis inside her cunt.
It seemed to fill her space quite nicely, massaging the sensitive walls of her cunt and thrilling her with hot, sexy delight.
There was no pain. She had been told that the first time would hurt, tearing through the barrier of her hymen, but no such thing occurred. Later, she would wonder if that was all a myth.
But for now, there was just the pleasure. The serene pleasure.
"Move it in and out."
Johnny thrust his hips up and back.
The rubbing of her flexing cunt walls against his thrusting cock was an incredible sensation for both of them.
Her nipples grew to tight erection. Susan ran her hands over and over her breasts, filling herself with wanton ecstasy.
"Oh-oh-ohhhhh," Johnny groaned through an oval-shaped open mouth.
It was amazing. Just amazing!
He rammed his cock in again, and Susan quivered.
Her head rocked back and forth on the bed. He felt as though he were ravaging her, commanding her emotions.
It was the first time he ever felt such power. He felt all grown up like a man. He kept plunging and thrusting his cock into her pussy.
With every new thrust, her cunt got wetter and wetter, until his cock slid in and out with no resistance at all. He could feel the squishy puddles of fluid that he squeezed out of her snatch every time his cock dove in.
It began to make a silly, slurpy noise as he pounded his young meat into her.
She screamed and carried on like it was her first roller coaster ride.
He looked at her face. She was at his mercy. Her bangs clung to a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Her lips were puffy and red. Her eyes bugged out of her head.
It was fun. It was revenge for all the times she spanked him or told on him. Plus-it was even better, because she wanted it. She enjoyed it.
Faster and faster Johnny plunged his cock in and out of her cunt, until his body was the piston on a giant steam engine, driving, driving, driving her in to a manic state of ecstasy.
Soon, Sue was completely out of control, and her back pounded against the bed.
Then, her screams stopped and her tits blushed brilliant red.
He kept thrusting. He felt like he could go on all night!
His eyes shut and his mouth fell into a shapeless frown.
Sue was silent, beyond screaming or thrashing. She did not know how to make her limbs exorcise any of the overwhelming electrical charge she felt.
Her body took over.
As her pussy felt the accelerating rub-rub-rub of penis meat on the walls and lips of her cunt, a giant wave of obliterating pleasure emanated from her crotch.
It swept over her whole body.
It pierced her brain, and....whoooozh ... she felt levitated, somehow, in a body beyond her own body.
It was the beginning surge of her first orgasm.
Johnny was still running his cock in and out with all the athletic fury of his young metabolism.
Until, suddenly, he felt something. He was scared. He felt like he had fucked too much and his body was going to knot into a giant cramp.
His dick took over.
Completely out of his control, his penis tightened up, going numb and contracting inward.
The implosion of this weird muscle spasm lasted only a few seconds-but it made his whole pelvis-including his hips and buttocks contract into a giant core.
Then-BLAM!
His cock thrust forward from his pelvis by itself. He felt like it shot right from his body into the dark depths of his sister's quim.
She felt his cock recoil and blow its stack.
He felt his penis pulse out of his control. It was free, and thrilling, and scary all at once.
Juice-thick, fast juice shot out of the slit of his cock in powerful blurts.
As she felt his cock throb, Susan's pussy muscles contracted instinctively. The pressure of her tightened vulvic grip made the jism shoot through his duct at twice the normal speed. His cock felt massaged from the inside as well as the outside.
It was a shrill, searing moment.
His cock emptied itself. It spat out a final glob of goo. All the tension that their foreplay had built was now released, and he felt calm.
Susan's contracting pussy relaxed, and, for a second, firecrackers went off in her teenaged libido.
All was well, and she floated back down to earth gently.
Johnny was tired. Exhausted.
His wiener shriveled hack to its familiar wiggly shape.
It fell out of her snatch. It was wet and icky.
The room smelled like rotted fish.
Johnny felt a sore pain in his groin just above his penis. Not an intense pain, just a tiny charley horse.
Sue lay there, and then opened her eyes.
Johnny felt embarrassed. He wanted to get dressed.
Johnny yawned and then hopped off the bed. He grabbed his pants and shirt from the floor and put them on. Then he ran out of the room.
Susan lay there for a minute, contemplating things she had never thought about before. She then realized what she had done, and that awful, shameful, serious feeling-that feeling of guilt-seized her.
"Oh, shit," she muttered. "I hope I didn't traumatize the kid."
She sat up, and tossed her hair back.
Susan got off the bed and walked over to her mirror, where she picked up a hairbrush and brushed her hair. Then she got back in to her clothes, and opened the door.
"Johnny?"
No answer.
"Johnny? Where are you? Johnny? Where did you go? Johnny, this isn't funny! If I find you...."
He was in the den, curled up around a pillow, watching TV.
She entered the den and sat down next to him.
"Hey, squirt, ya didn't have to run off like that."
Johnny didn't look at her. He couldn't. His throat choked up and he stared intently at the TV screen.
"Johnny? Are ya gonna talk to me ever again?"
No answer. Shit. The kid was gonna be autistic for the rest of his life and the police will have her arrested and Dad will lose all his money and we're all going to hell, she figured.
She put her hand on her hip and bit her lower lip. She wished she could do something to make the kid feel less awkward or guilty. She really loved her little brother. Susan leaned over and softly whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna have some graham crackers and milk in the kitchen, so if ya want some anytime, you can come upstairs, ok?"
The boy nodded his head. She left the room. Once he heard her steps on the stairs, he started crying, silently, into the pillow.
A half-hour later, Sue was still in the kitchen, pigging out on a bag of potato chips. She was on the phone with Jane again.
Johnny walked in, and sat down opposite his sister at the kitchen table. She was gabbing away. He stared at her. When it was time for Jane to talk, Sue looked across the table right at him, and he turned his eyes to avoid eye contact.
When she finished chatting with her friend a few minutes later, she hung up the phone and looked at him again.
"Hey, squirt."
"Hi."
"You all right?"
"Yup."
"You want some graham crackers?"
"Ok."
Sue decided not to push her luck, so she left things at that, and dropped the subject of their sexual activity completely. Later, Dad would return home, Johnny would be in bed, and all would be business as usual in the David household.
When Johnny was in bed, though, he didn't fall asleep right away.
He felt much better once he had had the graham crackers, and his favorite snack put him back in his usual good mood. But he felt changed somehow-like everything that had happened before that evening was part of a different life.
He remembered the sight of Susan's naked body, and began to feel silly and horny again.
His penis uncurled a link and started to stretch out again.
Soon, it was a fully erect hard-on, making a mountain peak in the surface of the blanket.
He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, and he, felt his hard-on rubbing against the woolen blanket.
It felt smooth and furry on his cock. It stimulated him further-driving him to re-experience his naked sister in a fantasy.
He remembered what she looked like. Those breasts. Those big, sexy tits. How he really grabbed them and really felt them.
And what it felt like when he stuck his dick into her pussy. His dick throbbed with erectile blood.
He remembered what it felt like to have his sister lick his balls, to have her run one light finger all around and around the base of his dick and over the sensitive surface of his ball sac.
Most of all, he remembered what it felt like to have his cock sucked. That was the best part-every bit as good as, and a little better than, actually fucking her.
He kept rubbing his cock against the blanket, and it made his penis even harder.
But it was not enough. He wanted to see if he could bring about that peak-that moment when he lost all control and his penis took over and shot the sticky fluid out of its head.
He reached down and felt his cock. It was hard. Hard and big.
He ran his fingertip up and down the middle of its swollen underside. The underside was different from the topside-it was spongier. Touching himself there seemed to be more of a sexy thrill.
He rubbed his fingertip harder down the length of his cock, starting from just underneath his circumcised head and ending at the base of his balls.
He ran his finger around his ball sac-and it felt thrilling.
He closed his eyes and relaxed until he was in a very calm state.
Then Johnny imagined his sister taking off all her clothes and running one finger around and around his scrotum.
His face broke out into a smile.
He imagined it again-only this time, Susan was strip-teasing in front of him, unbuttoning her blouse, and throwing it off-but covering her nipples with her hands.
Then, he fantasized, she threw her hands up and stood before him, bare-breasted and horny.
She approached him. He was naked.
She placed the fingertip on the very, very tip of his penis.
As he imagined her, he acted his fantasy out on himself. He touched the head of his cock with his fingertip, and felt the cool, gooey ooze adhere to his finger.
He imagined his sister running the fingertip down the length of his penis, all along the underside.
He drew his finger in a line right down his cock, pressing more heavily as it went.
Then, he pictured his sister running her fingertip around and around his sac, touching the indentation between his balls, and tickling the very bottom of the scrotum.
He brought his finger down along the middle of his scrotum and then pressed against its bottom.
He picked his balls up with his other hand. At first, he didn't think that would be anything special-but his left hand felt strange on his balls-like somebody else's hand!
He rolled his balls around and around in his left hand and touched the root of his scrotum, and that little ridge of skin that ran down underneath his crotch and over to his asshole.
Slowly. 'very slowly. With the tiniest amount of pressure.
It made him excited-aroused. He had discovered the spots on his body where pleasure could be obtained in its purest form.
What if she should actually put her tongue down there, he thought-that would be so stimulating that he couldn't stand it!
Silently, he brought his index finger up to his lips and wet it. He brought it down to that little magic spot, and touched himself. His finger, lubricated by the light coating of saliva, slipped back and forth, and his torso writhed out of control in a shiver of total sexual delight.
He wiggled the finger back and forth next, so that it would brush across the sensitive spot briefly, many times in a row.
It charged his cock so hard and hot he could hardly stand it.
He had one mission-to find the highest, hottest possible pleasure obtainable.
He re-wet his finger. But before he brought it down to his root, he started bucking his hips up and down once again, so that his penis would be continually rubbed by the wooly, furry feel of the blanket.
It was incredible! He could actually feel that his penis was harder-much harder-than before. Harder than when he and Susan fucked. He would have to tell her.
He brought his finger down to the forbidden spot between his balls and his ass.
His hips were rocking slowly.
His mind concentrated on his sister's tits, her nipples growing erect in front of his face while she reached down to touch him with her finger-and then knelt down to touch him with her tongue.
He placed his wet fingertip against his skin.
CHAPTER THREE
A sudden hot charge of electricity surged through his body. It emanated from the spot below his scrotum where he touched himself with his wiggling wet finger.
He knew that his cock was as hard and tender as it would ever be.
He placed his hand over it, pushing up the blanket, letting it stand up in midair.
He then let his palm float down until he felt the warm feel of his palm on the underbelly of his cock.
Johnny felt the warmth of flesh upon flesh, and pressed down. He started to slide his palm back and forth over the underside of his cock, wiggling the skin independently of the muscle of his swollen member.
Then he slid the whole of his hand down and off his cock.
He gnashed his teeth. Now the motions were getting intense.
He picked up his palm and worked it down the surface of his prone cock again.
And again.
Soon, he was jerking his cock off with his pressing palm at the rate of one stroke every second.
The tension built within his brain.
He was horny. He wanted to fuck. Badly. He imagined his sister sitting down in front of him and rubbing her boobs against his cock.
Then placing her lips on his cockhead and sucking.
Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! His hand went-but he wasn't doing anything except making himself hotter and more horny.
He picked his cock up in his right hand and wrapped his thumb and fingers around it, and held it perpendicular to his body.
He rubbed a good, healthy downstroke.
Then he lightly brought his hand back up to the top, where he palmed his head.
Down again, with even greater force. Up lightly, tickling his tender flesh, palming his balls with his left hand.
The fingers of his left hand wiggled against the sensitive root of his crotch.
Down!
He held it.
He felt that pulsing again, that pressure welling up in the very core of his pelvis, and at just the right moment....
... he released!
A geyser of come flew out of the slit in his cock, soaking a nice stain in a small area of the bedsheet.
AIl the tension flowed from his body.
At last relaxed and tired, Johnny pulled his pajamas back over his waist and turned over to go to sleep.
The next day was very nice and the family of three went out on a picnic in the local woods with the Rutherfords, who lived a few houses down. They also had children about Susan's and Johnny's ages.
Franklin Davis, Susan and Johnny's father, was a Connecticut yankee with pleasant, tired eyes, a shock of gray hair, and a slim build. He and Hank Rutherford and Hank's wife Ellen cleaned up the mess after the food was gone, while the kids wandered off to play.
"And be back here by four o'clock!" the parents yelled out to their kids as they went out into the carefully-preserved park woods.
"Hank, am I crazy, or is Johnny acting a little strange today? You have an eleven or twelve year old-what do you think?"
"Well, he did seem a bit quiet."
"Gee, I hope he isn't upset about something. Kids are so strange. Sometimes they won't confide things in a parent, you know."
Meanwhile, out in the woods, the kids were deciding what to do.
"Ya wanna play spaceman?"
"Naaah," Johnny said.
"Climb that tree over there?"
"Naaah. I don't wanna do that stupid stuff anymore."
"We could rent a boat and go rowing," Susan suggested.
Johnny looked up at her through squinting eyes. The other kids decided that rowing was a good suggestion, but Susan saw something disquieting in Johnny's face that day.
"Lisa," she said to her friend, "Why don't you guys rent a boat, 'cause I think Johnny's, like, a little weird today, ok? We'll met ya back here?"
"All right."
Susan and Johnny wandered off into the woods.
"How come you're so lively , huh?"
"I don't know."
"You want to talk about something?"
"Naah."
"You want me to leave you alone?"
"Naah."
"Then what? Are you trying to get on my nerves, or what?"
He shook his head.
Susan followed him as he walked deep in to the woods and came up against a wire fence that encircled the whole park.
She tried to remember back to when she was his age. She tried to remember if she ever got sulky and quiet like this.
Oh, sure she did. Just about the time when she got bored with her female friends and wanted to spend time with boys.
Holy shit! She gave herself a startle. I've warped the kid permanently! I've damaged his psyche! Now all he's going to think about is sex! Anxiety gripped her.
She sat down on a rock, and picked up a weed. As she twirled the weed between her fingers, she spoke.
"Johnny? You don't wanna do this kid stuff anymore, right?"
"Yeah. I'd rather be inside, fucking."
How could she explain to the kid that he was too young to fuck? She had made a mistake. A big one. She thought that there would be nothing wrong with a little exploring of the mysterious private parts-but she ignored the fact that a five year age difference can make such play a bit....sick?
"Johnny, there's still a lot you don't know about sex. So you better get used to not having any for a few more years.
She saw tears well up in his eyes and heard him sniffle.
"Aw, don't cry."
Soon, he was blubbering away.
"You want to go home?"
He nodded his head.
"If we go home, we're not ... you know, we're not ... We're not. That's all."
"But I want to! Real bad!"
"Look, Johnny. Make you a deal, ok? You, like, calm down and try to have a good time this afternoon, ok? And I'll tell you all about sex, and I'll teach you everything you have to know before you can....before you can ... uhm, have sex. All right?"
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Don't start in with me, brat, you're already on my nerves."
"Yaaaay!" he cried, and his mood brightened. He ran full speed through the woods, yelling "Hey, Tommy, Tommy, guess what!"
"Hey! Shut up, you little-" Susan caught up to him. "Now that's on the condition that you don't tell anyone-and I mean it. Not Tommy, not anybody at school, not Alan Weiss, and especially not Daddy ."
"Aww," he protested.
"Or else I'll beat your little face in. You understand?"
Johnny agreed, and strode off into the woods with a sizable erection.
After an hour, the Rutherford kids returned with the boat. Lisa and Susan wandered off by themselves, and Tommy and Johnny ran off to climb that large tree they always climbed.
Once at the top of the tree, Johnny pressed his fingers against the stiff ridge that was his bulging hard-on.
"Hey, Tommy, guess what. I got a boner."
"Yeah, so what? I get 'em all the time. My mom says I can't touch it, though, or else I'll get the V.D."
"What's the V.D.?"
"It's like some disease where your dick falls off."
"No it doesn't. It can't fall off. It's attached. I can touch mine and nothing like that happens."
"It's gonna."
"No way. What happens is you get really horny and then it goes p-sh-sh-ch! And then it goes back down."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yessir!"
"Liar!"
"It's for real! Here, ya wanna watch me do it?""
"Yeah, let's see ya." Tommy said that in a fighting spirit-but he didn't quite mean for Johnny to take him literally.
Johnny shifted himself on the limb where he was sitting, and unzipped his fly. A stiff pink rod poked through the side of the pouch of his underwear. Johnny adjusted himself a little, and then his cock stood erect and tall right through his fly.
Tommy watched, fascinated and at the same time grossed out. His own penis filled with blood and got stiff.
Johnny didn't notice. He was too busy concentrating on his own member. He closed his eyes and conjured up the image of his naked sister's tits once more, and his cock got even stiffer.
Its head swelled into a nice, thick round cap.
He grabbed it in his right hand and started jerking it up and down, up and down, real fast.
It wasn't working.
His rod was getting stiffer, but he wasn't getting hornier. In fact, the cool wind that whipped through the trees and the feeling of the tree limb were decidedly not erotic.
But he had to. He just HAD to.
"Yeah, what's supposed to happen? I don't see nothin'."
"It takes a minute. Be quiet, ok? Don't talk for a sec." With a greater effort, he unfastened his pants and pulled down his underwear.
"People are gonna see you!"
"Naw, they won't, not up here. You can't see this from the ground. Now quiet!"
"It don't wanna-"
"QUIET! Now shut up!"
Johnny stuck his left hand underneath his balls and started rolling them around-but it was cold. He felt stimulated, but he was learning fast that you've got to get warm before you can get hot.
It takes time and patience, he realized.
Still he was determined to show off his new ability to his friend. He rolled his balls and thought about Susan's tits, rubbing up against his cock and her mouth kissing and teasing his balls.
He got warmer. The thrill of knowing what it felt like rocked his libido. He rubbed his balls continuously and jerked his cock, up and down, until the friction made his penis a little sore just underneath the head.
He jerked down, squeezing all the juicy meat back into his body, and then lightly jerked up, tickling his cock so that it resumed it erectile stature.
It was hard as a rock and beet red.
"Wow!" Tommy said. "It sure is BIG!"
It WAS big. Bigger than it had ever been before and certainly bigger than Tommy's own pre-pubescent cock.
"Heh heh heh," Johnny laughed as he saw his own member stretch to unheard of heights. "Watch this now."
He shut his eyes and thought not only of his sister-but of twenty naked women, all tits and ass, running down the beach to catch him and tickle-torture him into submission.
The imaginary women fell on him as he sat down in the sand, a gentle wave stroking his feet as it crashed into the shore.
He imagined the feel of the dozens of breasts rubbing against his flesh in random places, with the attitude of a sexual devil-may-care romp through the beach.
Johnny stroked his cock lightly as he fantasized, using the tender strokes of his index finger across the swollen underbelly. His penis swelled to maximum tenderness and maximum volume.
Then, with one bold stroke of his clenched fist around his meat, he pictured in his mind the beautiful nudes falling, lips first, upon his cock.
He held the base of his dick for about three quarters of a second, and then, whoosh!
His body tensed up into a knot-and a fear pierced him that he might fall from his perch up on the tree limb.
If the orgasm suffered because of the care he had to take up in the tree, it was not obvious to Tommy!
White goo that smelled like chlorine bleach squirted out of the little slit of Johnny's cock. Some of the stuff fell onto his pants in the first, most powerful squirts.
But most of it wound up all over Johnny's hand.
He wiped his hand off on his pants.
"EEooo! Gross!" Tommy yelled.
"Yeah, but it feels great."
"Where did you learn how to do that?"
"I don't know," Johnny shot back in the singsong rhythm of childhood speech.
The boys climbed down the tree and resumed their innocent play.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the park, Susan and Lisa strolled along a wilderness path, which led to a clearing. There they spotted a kiosk which held a snack bar, and a few redwood tables and benches.
"Want some ice cream?"
"Yeah. Good idea."
The girls chatted while they lapped their ice cream cones.
"So, like, why is your brother acting so weird? He's usually pretty chipper. Usually you have to tie him down to keep him from jumping around.
"I think Johnny's growing up."
"Really? Hah! Well, what is he, twelve?
"Eleven. But a very old eleven, if you know what I mean."
"Think he's discovering girls?"
"Yes," Susan said, with great confidence that it was definite.
The girls laughed, and a tongueful of ice cream slid from one side of Susan's mouth to the other.
She almost lost it, but swallowed it in time. It was cold and delicious. She took another lick from the cone-long, and lurid. Her Iong tongue extended all the way out of her mouth and curled around the ball of ice cream. The stiff tip of her tongue dug a deep, curling ravine in the stuff.
Lisa noticed the erotic swirl of Susan's tongue and laughed.
Susan countered. "Wait-" and then licked the whole ball of ice cream smooth. Then she batted her eyes and rolled her eyeballs heavenward as she sculpted a circumcision scar with the tip of her tongue in the ball of ice cream.
Lisa liked the joke.
"So, anyway, Sue, speaking of sex, did you ever get together with Bill Hoffman?"
"We had a great time at the pep rally, but that asshole! I gave him my number and he never called me. That was like, three weeks ago."
"You should call him. He likes you. I think he's just shy."
"You think so?"
"Sure. It's worth a try."
"Hmm. I've been really horny lately."
"You've been horny since I've known you."
"What-in second grade?"
"Sure. You used to tease the shit out of the boys. Don't deny it."
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?"
"You were a very old eight back then."
"Runs in the family."
"Does Johnny know about the birds and the bees?"
"Yup. I told him. My Dad doesn't know yet. I hope the little brat doesn't shoot his mouth off about it!"
When the afternoon was over, the four youngsters rendezvoused, and made their way back to the camp where the parents were downing a six-pack of beer.
"Ready to go back?" Hank Rutherford asked, and the two families piled into the Rutherford's station wagon and they all drove home.
On the drive home, the kids were acting up and yelling and screaming in the back seat as all kids do.
"Hey, Mommy! Daddy! Guess what!" Tommy Rutherford yelled, bouncing up and down. "Johnny made his penis explode!"
Silence. Awkward silence.
"Why, that's wonderful, dear," Ellen Rutherford said, calmly putting the subject to rest.
The Rutherfords dropped the Davises off in front of their house. Soon, Sue was making dinner for the three of them.
"Susan?" her father called, as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Susan, I'd like to ask you a question if I might. Is Johnny acting differently?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
"I thought it was my imagination."
"Let me just get the potatoes up, and we'll talk. Where's Johnny now?"
"He's in his room, reading a comic book."
"Ah. Good. Well, to be honest, I think Johnny's just starting to grow up, if you know what I mean."
"Like when Tommy Rutherford said Johnny's ... you-knowhat exploded."
"Penis, Dad."
"Right."
"Yeah. Maybe someone should sit down with him and tell him a little about the birds and the bees."
"Yeah, I knew this was going to happen. God damn. I'm just terrible about this sort of thing. It was your mother who told you about everything when you were younger. Oh, hell, I'll have to tell him sometime."
"Would you like me to talk to him?"
"Oh, no, no. This kind of thing has to come from somebody of the boy's own, you know the boy's own-"
"Sex?"
"Right."
"I'll sit down with him first thing tomorrow evening."
Franklin Davis walked out of the kitchen.
"Good luck!" Susan muttered under her breath.
She got everything in order on the stove, set the kitchen timer, took off her apron, and trotted into the bedroom that she and Johnny shared.
"Hey, Johnny!" she called as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
"What'?" he looked up from his comic book
"Remember when I told you today in the park that I'd tell you everything about sex'?"
"Yeah!" Johnny smiled eagerly. His cock swelled. Susan could see the bulge of his erection underneath his pants. It looked like a roll of dimes stuffed into his pocket.
"Can we fuck now'?"
"No, you little ass wipe. Now listen. Dad doesn't know about any of this. He thinks you don't know anything about it. I want to keep it that way, 'cause Dad is gonna sit you down tomorrow night and give you his little lecture on the facts of life."
"Oh-THAT'S what the 'facts of life' means!"
"Right. It's also called 'the birds and the bees'. So play dumb, ok?"
"Maybe."
"What do you mean, maybe?"
"I'll keep my mouth shut if you and me can fuck right now."
"Oh, shit. Look, this is important."
"Daaaaaaadee!" Johnny yelled. But Sue covered his mouth with her hand just in time to muffle the call.
Sue felt the boy's lips on her hand, and felt his shoulder against her other hand. It was warm, male flesh. The kind she hungered for.
She looked at his erect boner. He was trying to push it over to make it more comfortable against the pressure of his pants.
"Ok, ok-but a real quick one, ok?"
"Ok!"
Sue locked the door. Johnny was peeling off his shirt and his socks.
Sue felt herself getting hot. Within the space of a minute or two, her guilt and moral sense flew out the window, replaced by her animal lust for cock.
She watched Johnny taking off his pants. His junior erection poked out underneath the material of his underwear.
Johnny stood in front of the bed. He waited to take his underwear off. He wanted to act as seductively as possible.
Sue pulled off her shirt and her bra, and displayed those big, round tits of hers once again.
Bare-breasted, but still in her pants, she strode over to the bed and jumped on, feeling the wild freedom of impetuous lust.
She grinned a wide smile. As she jumped onto the bed, her tits bounced sensuously.
The sight of her flying nipples made Johnny twice as anxious to get into her pussy.
She sat up and reached for Johnny's underwear. Johnny climbed up onto the bed with her, and she pulled his briefs down to his knees.
As she pulled the pair of underwear down over his hips, she felt the resistance of his hard cock lodged against the waist band.
Then, whap! The cock bent down with the underwear, and then it snapped back against his stomach as the briefs slid down his legs. He kicked them off.
She slid her own pants down to her knees and her panties with them. She lay back on Johnny's bed, her head on the pillow. She pulled the combs out of her hair and her blond tresses fell against the pillow and her face.
Johnny, naked, mounted her, his cock forming the droplets of love juice that he had begun to recognize.
She wanted that cock badly. She wanted his flesh to mingle with hers, to make her flesh crawl with wild sexual delight.
He wanted it, too. He wanted to make her scream and writhe on the bed, to make her sweat and steam.
He wanted to make her lose control of herself in a manic fit of erotic pleasure.
She wanted it, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
She reached up, as Johnny suspended his arched torso above her on the bed, and gently wrapped her hand around his erect meat.
It was warm and magnificent. It was smooth and hairless, but contained all the rock-hard sexual potency that she could possibly need.
She felt the undulating, rippling surface of his penis, stroking her curled fingers over and over its topside and bottomside.
Johnny's face tensed, as he experienced the raw, piercing pleasure of Sue's hand upon his dick.
The tips of her index and middle fingers stroked his tender scrotum, and he lowered himself a few inches, so that she could tickle his scrotum even more.
His bending elbows and knees started to tremble, and he lowered himself down onto her body.
His chest and her breasts rubbed against each other, creating a friction of tremendous erotic potency.
She felt her tits being pressed and squeezed and squiggled underneath the warm, smooth skin of his hairless chest.
Her nipples grew into hard dots of pink.
Johnny felt them get erect against his chest. The feeling was wonderful-exhilarating. It made his boner flush fuller with blood.
His cock was sandwiched between his stomach and hers.
As they both breathed deeper and more heavily, their shifting stomach muscles massaged his penis.
His cock was no longer his own, but an independent third-party that they both shared. They owned it equally and played with it between the two of them.
He kissed her! wildly, passionately, on her cheeks and down her neck.
The gentle kisses on her neck thrilled her, causing her to open her mouth and shut her eyes with rapture.
"Oh! oh-oh-oh!" she said, more breathing than talking.
His exploring lips reached around the side of her neck. He dug his fingers into the thick tresses of her hair and pushed the blond locks away.
He looked at this new territory, so long hidden from sight by her hair.
It was smooth and tender and hot and sexy.
He noticed the way her hair grew from her head, and the pattern of the growth line.
Her long earring hung down from her fleshy lobe.
He planted his lips above and to the right of her ear, and made a sequence of wet kisses down along the back of her ear. His wet lips reached into the forbidden zone between her skull and her outer ear flaps.
A small shriek escaped from Susan's parched mouth.
He let his tongue fly through his lips and lick quick strokes behind her ear.
She shuddered as a chill originated there and shot along her spine down to her cunt, which shivered itself, and then felt like it had burst aflame.
"Ohh-hh. Fuck me, Johnny." Fuck me now."
He knew to wait until she was half-crazed with lust.
He stuck his tongue behind her earlobe. Intense whimpers of pleasure mixed with agony came out through her mouth and nose.
He got the principal right away. Wherever girls wear jewelry, you're certain to find a sexy spot.
He did not know the term "erogenous zone," but he had mastered the concept. He nibbled on her earlobe with his teeth, gently, gently, licking and sucking the very bottom of her lobe.
One hand reached down to his pecker, which was as stiff as it could be.
He felt his cock trapped between their bodies, and lifted up his hips. He reached in and grabbed his hard penis.
He flexed it down, poking it and pushing it, searching for the opening to her cunt.
He felt a patch of sticky, wet pubic hair, and he knew that she was excited. Then his fingertips found the ridges to her opening.
As his fingertips smoothly glided over her labia, she let out another gasp of complete lust.
He placed the head of his erect penis against the slimy little barrier reef, and pushed.
She was not as wet as she was the last time. He figured that the quicker you go, the more resistance you'll encounter.
It was the same thing with his masturbation up in the tree.
But he pressed on.
"Oh-nnngh!" Sue grunted as she felt the pile driver of his cock enter her.
She wanted it so bad! She wanted it to slide right in and fill her space and make her feel whole, sexy, and feminine.
But her own body seemed to be resisting, and the more she tried, the more.. she tightened.
Johnny knew only brute force at this point. He rammed, and felt the swollen head of his cock rubbing against her lips as they folded in, attached by friction to his cock. An inch went in, against the protesting pussy lips.
Another.
"Ungh!" they grunted simultaneously as she raised her hips. This changed the angle of his attack, and at the same time captured an additional inch of cock.
It rammed right in after that.
He felt her pussy yield, and his cock was rewarded by the soothing massage of wet, slippery warm muscles against its surface.
"Oh, God!" she said in a throaty whisper.
Johnny felt something new. His cock had undergone much tension and friction. The hard rubs against the dry cunt during entry had the effect of several strong, masturbatory strokes.
So, once it was in, and greeted happily by wet, cloying pussy meat, Johnny felt himself start to come.
What could he do? He wanted to make Susan feel a lot more stimulation before he withdrew-but the eerie contraction of his pelvic muscles was already starting.
He pulled his cock back several inches, and. then began a series of fast and forceful thrusts.
His cock slid back and forth through a vortex of swirling vaginal fluids and writhing pussy flesh.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Susan cried as the speed of the plunging dick accelerated.
It was wild! The cock was so hard and so fast in and out of her pussy that she reeled from the stimulation, grabbing the blanket on the bed with both her clenched fists.
Her head bucked up and down against the bed.
Johnny continued to thrust fast-very fast-in and out, even while he felt himself starting to orgasm.
He felt a shrill, stinging sensation knife through the length of his penis, and then he thrust in for the final time, ramming his cock and his hips up against his sister with all his might.
He emptied a volume of wad-smaller than before because of his orgasm earlier that day, no doubt-right up into her.
She felt the tickling, wonderful sensation of the jism spray against her walls.
Johnny collapsed in a heap on top of her. His penis stayed a little harder this time for a little while after his orgasm.
She felt his stomach and chest rise and fall with his heavy breathing.
Every part of her had been thrilled beyond compare-but she did not come.
No matter. She was still horny, and enjoying herself. She had even read once that the female can enjoy sex without orgasm as much as she can with orgasm-unlike the male.
"Ok, Johnny," she whispered. "Get up,"
"Mmmmm ok."
"Now."
Johnny pulled his semierect cock out of her, for one final thrill.
"I'm hungry, Suzie. What's for dinner'?"
"Oh my God! Dinner! I totally forgot!"
In a panic, she pulled up her pants, over the sticky puddles that collected on and around her crotch, got up, threw on her shirt, and ran down the hall toward the kitchen.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. One of the pots had boiled over, and the rice smelled like it had burnt.
She turned off the flame under the pots, and tried to wipe up the spill but she was so upset with herself that she started to cry.
She stood over the stove with a sponge in her hand, sniffling and sobbing, when her father came in from weeding the flowers in the back yard.
He sniffed twice. "Do I smell something burning?" he asked as he climbed through the porch into the back of the kitchen."
"I'm sorry!" she blubbered and broke down.
"Wh-what happened?"'
Then he looked at the stove and saw what happened. He sighed, took off his earth-encrusted gardening gloves and threw them on the counter top.
"Well. it's not that bad.. oh, hell, the vegetables are still good! The pot got a little charred, that's all!
"You aren't angry?"
"You ok, sweetheart?"
She fell into his arms and sobbed against his chest. It would be a minute before she could tell him what happened.
"I went into my room to, uhm, y'know, relax and maybe get a magazine, and I just wound up reading it and dawdling and I completely forgot about dinner."
"Well, gee whiz, Susan, that's not that big a deal."
She couldn't tell him that she was such a horny hitch that she fucked her little brother while the pots were boiling over.
"Here, sweetheart. Why don't we set the table, and I'll go tell Johnny to wash up and get ready for supper."
"No!'"
He looked at her, surprised.
"I mean, I already told him. He'll be coming out soon."
Franklin Davis couldn't quite understand the strange behavior. He could only think of one thing.
"Are you having your period, dear?"
"Yes. Yes, that's it. Just before. You know I always go crazy the day before."
In fact, the truth Was that she was just AFTER-she kept careful track of her rhythms-but it would be a long time before the subject could come up again, and there was no reason why her Dad would remember when her cycle came.
Eventually, Johnny came out of his room, cleaned up and washed up, and walked into the kitchen.
He and Susan couldn't look at each other.
The atmosphere was thick with guilt and shame, kept secret from the father.
It was a long evening.
The next day, though, was Monday, and the kids were back in school and Dad at the office. The sins of the weekend seemed washed away by the return to the daily grind.
After school, Johnny came home once again, and was soon slumped on the couch in the den, staring into the TV, watching the newest adventure of Robot-Man.
Sue came home about ten minutes into the show. She heard the TV downstairs in the den, and walked up to the kitchen to throw down her books and look through the mail.
Tonight was the night, she promised herself that she was going to call Bill Hoffman.
She even had an excuse. He was absent from school that day, and she thought she'd "just call and cheer up a person bedridden with a cold."
Susan poured herself a diet root beer from the refrigerator, and headed downstairs to the den.
"Hey, squirt, how's it goin'?"
Johnny ran over to the TV and switched it off.
"Ok, you're gonna start teaching me all about about sex."
"Jesus, I've never seen you turn off the TV when Robot-Man was on! You're always practically glued to that show!"
"Quit stalling and start talking."
Soon, little Johnny's sexual knowledge was increased substantially.
"Now, remember, Daddy's gonna give you his little speech tonight, so don't spill this. If he finds out that I've been teaching you about sex, you're gonna be in a shit load of trouble, you got that?"
"Ok. Can we fuck now?" The erection that Johnny had all through the half-hour lesson was begging for pussy.
"No, because as of today, we risk my getting pregnant."
"But you said there were all sorts of contra-contraceptic-" "
"Contraceptives."
"Yeah."
Susan sighed. "Look, Johnny, we really shouldn't do this at all. There's a thing called incest. That's when two people of the same family, like you and me, have sex. And a lot of people think it's wrong to have incest."
"Why?" the kid looked crestfallen.
"I don't know. They just do. It's like they don't approve of it, like they don't approve of smoking pot, or a lot of other fun things."
"Does this mean we can't fuck anymore?"
He was almost in tears.
"Fraid so, punkin. But in another, say, five years, you can start going out with real girls and fuck then."
"Five years? I'll die!"
Soon Daddy was home, and dinner was over, and Johnny sat through a boring talk about the bees and pollen and seahorses.
At about eight thirty, Dad and Johnny were in the den in front of the TV, and Sue was still talking to Bill Hoffman on the phone.
She was getting somewhere with him, laughing and gossiping.
She really liked him. He had a head full of dark hair and a mustache and dimples, and a body that looked nice and rugged underneath his clothes.
Downstairs from the conversation Franklin Davis said to his son, "Johnny, why don't you please do me a favor and run upstairs and get my pipe from the kitchen table?"
Johnny climbed up the stairs and passed by where Sue was talking on the phone.
He caught a glimpse of her face.
She was all flushed, and smiling. She had the same expression on as she did during those times when they started fucking. She looked all aglow, alive, and feminine.
The little boy's heart was in pieces. He ran into his room and shut the door and turned off the lights, growling with jealousy into his pillow.
A few minutes later, his father came up the stairs.
"Hold on a second. Bill ... Yeah, Dad, I think he ran into our room," she said, and turned her attention back to the phone.
"Johnny? Johnny?" he called, and then pushed open the door of the kid's bedroom.
"Johnny! What are you doing there?"
No answer.
"Johnny? Are you feeling ok?"
"No," he whimpered from his pillow.
Oh, shit, Franklin Davis thought. I upset the kid. I knew I was no good at this sort of thing. He figured that he had traumatized the kid, but that the best thing to do was leave him alone.
Hell, probably happens to every kid.
"Oh, Sue, dear," he interrupted his daughter, "When you're finished on the phone, could you come downstairs for a moment?"
After she hung up, her father told her, "I think I upset little Johnny with my talk about sex. He's in your room now in the dark. Damn, I knew I was too damned explicit."
"I'll go talk to him."
"Johnny?"
"Go away."
"What's wrong, Johnny? Are you angry?"
"Go away."
She stood there for five minutes. Then she sat on her bed.
"Are you gonna fuck that guy on the phone?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Oh, no, Johnny, is that what's upsetting you?"
"Well? Are you or aren't you?"
"Probably not, knowing him."
"You mean it?"
"He's my friend and I really like him, but he's so goddamned chicken it drives me crazy."
Johnny's spirits perked up. "Can we fuck? Pleeease?"
"I told you, no!" What she really wanted to do was fuck Bill Hoffman. Just thinking about his sexy body made her tingle.
"Then I'm gonna tell Daddy."
"No! Look, uhm, we can't fuck, but would you like me to jerk you off?"
"Yeah! What's that?"
Move over, squirt .
She sat next to him on his bed and felt around in the dark for his erection.
He loved the feeling of her groping hand bending and searching around his tender crotch. It got him harder and harder, and his smile twisted into a leer.
She knew what she was doing was no better than actually letting him stick his wiener up inside her snatch. But she was so horny from talking to Bill Hoffman that her erected clitoris would not leave her alone.
"Hmmmmm There it is!" she felt the tube of hard meat in the folds of his pants.
Johnny lay back on the bed, folding his hands behind his head. He let himself get aroused passively by her delicate touch.
"Sue? Johnny? Are you in there? Can I come in?"
A terrified shock flashed through Susan's mind when she heard her father's voice.
"Uh-we'll be right out in a minute, Dad, okay?"
"Sorry! I'll be downstairs!"
He went back down to the den, convinced that his kids hated him. He couldn't keep his mind on the TV set. Mr. Davis had been bothered by guilt ever sInce his wife left him a few years ago.
He tried his best to minimize the trauma of their divorce. But now he felt helpless, emasculated-ballless and stupid. Couldn't even tell his own son about sex without causing a problem!
He stepped over to the small bar in the den and poured a little Scotch into a glass.
The Scotch made him feel just a trifle better. Little did he realize that he had been a fine father. He just had an incurably oversexed daughter and a son that was at that funny age.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Sue had found Johnny's erection and enjoyed rubbing it back and forth through the material of her brother's pants.
She closed her eyes and fantasized it was Bill Hoffman's erection. Sue immediately felt her boobs heat up.
Her chest rose and she started breathing more deeply. Johnny could sense that she was getting charged up.
He thought silently that if he played his cards right, he might even get more than a handjob out of her this evening.
He moaned seductively in deep voice as her hand pressed deeper and deeper into his springy erection."
"Sue," he moaned in little more than a whisper. "Unzip my fly and take my pants off."
"Hnnnnnn!" she moaned in agreement.
With two hands, she opened up the button that clasped the waist of her little brother's pants together, and felt a warm sizzle of lust inside her pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sue felt for the little tab of metal that would open Johnny's fly.
If the room had not been dark, little Johnny would have seen the sexiest expression on his sister's face. Her lips parted and curled up into the first hint of a horny leer. Her tongue curled up and out of her mouth, and then curled back, its stiff tip touching her lower lip.
Sue found the zipper, and pulled it down.
One little tooth at a time.
Johnny heard the metal teeth of his zipper click open, one at a time, as he felt the gradual loosening of his pants.
Every second that went by had Johnny growing restless from anticipation. He waited, waited, waited for his erect cock to stretch free and unfettered into the grasp of his sister's hand.
Susan licked her lips with pleasure as she teased her brother mercilessly.
"C'mon, Sue, hurry up!"
"Shhhh. It's gonna be better if you have to wait for it."
He felt his boner rotate from a horizontal position plastered against his leg, to the vertical position under his fly which he preferred.
He felt the member swell up harder with every second.
It pushed against the fabric of his underwear as his zipper opened wider and wider. It made a bulge through the space of zipper.
Sue finished pulling open. the zipper, and the bulging ramrod of flesh stuck up from the "V" of his pants like a living thing burst free of its cocoon.
Only his underwear stood between his naked cock and sexual gratification.
His dick-head poked up through the top of his underwear. The elastic waistband cut across the middle of his circumcision scar. The boner pressed against it.
He felt Sue grab his pants at the sides. In cooperation, he lifted his hips up off the bed so that she could slide them off.
He felt the denim slide down his naked back and sides.
More arousing, he felt his sister's motherly, feminine hands as her fingers curled around the waist of his pants, rubbing against his torso.
Her fingers were hot. She was hot. All over.
For, there in the dark, it may or may not have been her little brother. She closed her eyes and smoothed her hands over the underwear-covered skin of her blind lover.
She pretended it was Bill. And her touch became ever more loving, ever more erotic.
Susan was panting through her mouth, and she felt her tits tingle.
She took her hands off her brother and unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt. She let her garment flap open and tossed her long blond hair back over her shoulder.
She felt free and wild. Stretching and straightening her posture, she ran her hands down the sides of her torso, up and down.
She moved her hands faster and faster over her warm, nude flesh.
Her clit was erect. Her pussy was wet.
She was ready for sex. Nothing but raw, uninhibited SEX!
She drew her curled fingers across the bottoms of her bra-covered breasts. She liked the feel of the delicate frilly lace against her naked skin.
Her fingers swirled around and around the outer circumference of her tits.
She had never felt herself up before while wearing her bra. She had always gone straight to feeling her tits naked.
But the bra added something. Something kinky. Something good. Her libido was turned on by a celebration of the frilly, feminine under garment that she loved to wear on her breasts.
Sue may have initiated sex to cheer up her brother. But by now she was in it for herself.
She was determined to get every last thrill before the session would be over.
She rubbed her fingertips across the bottoms of her breasts again, starting with both hands in the middle and working her way outward. As her hands drew outward, she spread her fingers. Thus, her pinkies and ring fingers stroked the bottoms of her tits, the index fingers and thumbs stroked across the tops of her bra-covered boobs, and her middle fingers dragged over the bra directly over the line of the nipples.
She liked the way her nipples felt beneath her bra. The erect tips protruded, making a slight bump in the fabric. There were tiny pockets of air between bra and tit surrounding the nipples, and where her oversized breasts deviated from the contours of the bra.
As soon as she felt her nipples, she knew that she was crazy with lust.
She knew that now, she wanted cock.
Big cock.
In her mouth.
She took the tip of her index finger and, trying hard to see it in the darkness, placed it in the center of Johnny's underwear's waistband.
Her finger felt the contour of his erect dick underneath the elastic.
She drew her index finger down the bulge of cock.
She loved the feel of the cotton underwear, bulging with the erection that it housed.
She was discovering the thrill of knowing there was a barrier, an obstacle between her sex drive and the piece of meat.
She resolved in that moment to get more into underwear and the clothes that bring out a woman's sexiness.
For now, the rippling flesh of Johnny's cock was fine. 'very fine, indeed.
He felt the tickle of the single finger rubbing over his cock, and his eyes closed.
"I want you to suck you cock."
"I want you to suck my cock. Do it."
Now two fingers slid up and down the vertical bulge, applying a little more pressure to the springy, spongy cock.
When her two fingers reached the base of his cock, she pressed down with extra pressure-in this way she could stimulate his cock and at the same time stave off the ultimate inevitable burst of semen.
She released her fingers from his cock and placed them up at the tip of his head again.
Susan pulled back on the waistband. She had an evil thought.
Wouldn't it be cute to let the waistband snap back on top of his cockhead?
No, no, no. She couldn't do that to Johnny-but it was a good thing to keep in mind.
Johnny felt his cock liberated from the restraining underwear.
It felt different-it felt like it was in free-fall, wiggling through the open air.
He picked up his hips once again, and Susan slid his shorts down his legs to his knees.
She took care to pull the waistband out, so that it wouldn't rub against his cock on its way down.
The cock was tender. The cock was hard.
It seemed to radiate with sexual energy.
Sue actually felt her hands starting to vibrate as she drew them nearer to this erect sex organ.
She finally brought her hand down over it.
"I'm going to feel it now, lover," she said.
And Johnny felt the twisting fingers of his horny sister on his throbbing cock. She spread them wide over the surface of his underbelly, and slid by the heel of her hand down the length of his penis.
"Ooooohh," he moaned quietly as his sister caught afire with lust.
She tightened her grip, tensing her fingers, grabbing his cock by the base.
Her mouth twisted into a maniacal smile, and she grabbed the cock with both hands.
"I have it! It's mine! It's mine!" she said under her breath.
Susan brought her lips down toward the big penis, stopping inches away.
She breathed on it, and the short hairs on the back of Johnny's neck stood on end.
"I love it. I love it!" she panted.
With both her hands wrapped tightly around the base of Johnny's cock, she started kissing the swollen head of his dick with moist, drooling lips.
Then she parted her lips and quickly flickered her tongue-tip back and forth and up and down on the head of his dick.
She squeezed the base of his hairless dick so hard that the head was not only swollen and tender, but turning purple.
Every stroke on that part of his penis sent Johnny reeling.
Susan placed her open lips on the cockhead, and then, all of a sudden, let go of the base.
As blood rushed back into the stalk of the cock, she rammed the boner into her open mouth.
Johnny felt himself getting more erect and at the same time feeling a release of tremendous tension, as his growing cock bathed in her wet and loving mouth.
She ate him with a monstrous passion-like she had been starved for cock. Which of course, was the case.
But now she held this rippling Junior Mac Dick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
It may have been hairless, and not yet fully matured. But it suffered no loss of potency or ability.
It thrilled her as much as an adult cock could. In fact, more. This penis fit all the way in her mouth with no trouble.
It was hairless, which made for a smoother ride when the mouth went down on it.
And it was new. Which made it the most sensitive and horny of cocks.
Sue sucked madly on the cock, working it in and out of her mouth.
Soon, the two partners heard footsteps on the stairs, and a faint smell of pipe smoke, could be detected.
"Shit," Johnny said.
Susan said nothing, just sucked harder and' moved the penis in and out faster and faster.
She was determined to get him off before Daddy could burst in on them. Her heart pounded, and her reason and her emotions fought each other in her mind.
She wanted to suck stiff dick all night. But now she would have to hurry.
Susan grabbed the base of the penis with her left thumb and forefinger, and began jerk him rapidly and heavily as she sucked his dick.
Her fingers sloshed through the layer of saliva that her mouth left on the bottom of his dick.
"Kids? Where the hell are ya?"
It was her father's voice-but it sounded strange to Susan. Then she realized that he was drunk. She remembered his slurred speech during the first few weeks after her parents' painful divorce.
Why would he be drinking now? she wondered.
Meanwhile, her main objective was to get Johnny to come.
"Kids? Aahhh, damn it. Where did they go?" Franklin Davis didn't hold his liquor too well. He stumbled up the stairs babbling.
Susan sucked and sucked until her jaw still ached. She jerked his dick like a pro-hard and then soft, up and then down. It would only take a little bit more....
"Kids are you in here?"
She heard him loud and clear. She plunged her face down onto the swollen cock then, in answer to a prayer, felt the tightening of her little brother's pelvic muscles.
Then-boom! He shot his semen against the back of her mouth.
She pulled her mouth up off the dick and buttoned her blouse. She forgot to stick her shirttails back in her jeans.
Her hair was mussed. Johnny pulled his pants and underwear up, and zipped his fly.
"We'll be out in a second, Dad!"
Susan swallowed the come in her mouth. She loved the taste.
"Stay here," she whispered to Johnny. He tried to relax and enjoy his post-orgasmic sensations.
Sue walked across the room and felt around for her hairbrush.
She opened the door. The light bothered her eyes for a second.
"Hi. We have been having a ... talk, Dad."
Her father was curious. "Talk?"
"Yeah, come with me."
Susan and her father went into the master bedroom.
"It was about me, right? God knows I...."
"No, no, no. Stop that. And you've been drinking, haven't you?"
"Just one drink."
"Smells like three or four on your breath. But it wasn't anything you did. You see, Johnny overheard me talking to Bill Hoffman on the phone. And you know that Johnny and I have always been close.
I just think he's a little jealous of this new male in my life. So when he heard me on the phone, he got all upset and ran into his room. But we had a nice chat, and everything is cool now."
He was relieved.
"I think it might be a good idea to let Johnny start seeing some girls his own age."
"But, Susan! He's only eleven!"
*****
The next day at the office, Franklin Davis was preoccupied with his son. He couldn't allow Johnny to start dating yet, but he had a solution in mind.
"Guess what Johnny," he said that evening when dinner was over, I've got a surprise treat for you and for Susan, too."
"Really? What?"
You and your sister are going to each have your own bedroom. That little room that we used to use as a guest room is going to be a room for whichever one of you wants it. We'll clear it out and move the furniture tonight.
Susan was delighted, but Johnny was bummed out. This was going to make having sex with Susan really difficult.
When the room was ready, Susan and Johnny sat on the bed inside Johnny's new room.
"You know, Susan," the boy said quietly, "this is going to make fucking more difficult."
"Johnny, the fucking is over. It has to end sometime, and it might as well end now before anyone finds out about it."
The father walked in the room. "Well! How does everybody like the new arrangement?"
"Just great, Dad!" Susan answered.
"How do you like it, Johnny?"
"Sure, Dad," he moped, "just great," and he walked down the hall toward the bathroom, and locked the door.
"You know, Susan. Johnny is really taking this hard. Are you sure that your boyfriend is the only thing upsetting him?"
"Bill Hoffman is not my boyfriend-yet-but, yes. At least that's what he told me.
"You know what I think, sweetheart?" Franklin puffed his pipe, "I think there's a girl that he's got a crush on, and she rejected him. Did he ever mention a girl?"
Susan choked for a second, and then said "Uh, no."
"Well, the darned kid looks like he's been rejected. Unless it's something I did."
What could she say? The situation was growing worse and worse.
The father puffed his pipe and blew out a stream of smoke. "You, know something? I've got an idea. When is your date with Bill Hoffman going to be?"
"Well, he hasn't really asked me out yet."
"Well, you ask HIM out, and then tell me what night you'll be going out."
"Dad I can 't reall-"
"Don't disobey, Susan. Call him now."
"But Dad!"
"Now."
"What about Johnny?"
"Oh, he'll keep. Until someone else has to use the bathroom, at least."
Sue got on the phone and called Bill.
"Hi, uh, Bill?"
"Yes? "
"This is Susan. Um, I was wondering if you might want to go see a movie this Saturday night."
"What movie?
She was stumped. "Oh, shit, Bill, I don't care! Pick a movie. I just want to go out with you, already!"
"Wow! I didn't know you liked me that much!"
What a dodo!
She told her father that it was Saturday, and he walked up to the bathroom door.
"Johnny? How would you and all your friends like to go bowling this Saturday evening?"
It worked.
That Saturday, Bill Hoffman borrowed his father's car and picked Susan up at the agreed-upon time.
He introduced himself to Mister Davis and Johnny. While Sue was in the bedroom getting her purse, Johnny whispered in Bill's ear,
"Hey, Bill-she loves to suck cock."
Bill just grinned a dopey grin and blushed.
Soon, the two were off, and then one by one, Johnny's friends arrived. They all piled into the car and drove to the bowling alley.
Alan Weiss was among their number. Johnny couldn't wait to talk to him. He got the chance halfway through the second game.
"Hey, Alan, guess what? I fucked a couple of days ago."
"Aw, you did not."
"Honest!"
"Who, then?"
"She doesn't want me to tell."
"Oh, what a lot of bullshit."
"No! Honest! She orgasmed and everything! "
Alan Weiss didn't know what an orgasm was. "Did she give you a blowjob? Huh? Did you fuck her up the ass?"
"Nobody fucks up the ass!""
"Oh, yes they do."
"But that doesn't even make sense!"
"Yeah, but it feels great."
"Oh, how do YOU know."
"I know," Alan said, and bowled a strike. Johnny waited up for Susan that night. She was home by twelve.
"Hey, squirt. Like your new room?"
"It's ok. Well? Did you do it?"
"No," she said casually. But deep down she was disappointed.
"Well, then, what did you do?"
"You aren't supposed to ask questions like that!"
"Come on. Answer me."
"Well, we went to see this movie, and then we went out for ice cream, and then he drove me home."
"Nothing? Sounds dull."
"No, it was not dull. He happened to have an erection the whole evening!"
She walked out of his bedroom to hers. Johnny had a big erection just from hearing the word "erection."
She turned around in the hallway and poked her head back in Johnny's door.
"And it was a really BIG one, too!"
This is not fair, Johnny thought to himself. She turns him on and then leaves him high and dry. He rolled over, angry, and buried his face in his pillow.
Susan walked into her bedroom and turned the light on.
She still looked neat and crisp in the clothes she wore on the date. She had a pink V-neck angora sweater that revealed just the smallest hint of cleavage. Deep cleavage.
Her black denim jeans were cut perfectly for her proportions, and brought out the haunting beauty of this leggy creature.
She wore a pair of leg warmers loosely down around her ankles, halfway up to her calves. The outfit was complete with her windbreaker jacket and boots. She wore a hint of eyeliner and a layer of lip gloss
She stood in front of her full-length mirror. "I really am a hot piece," she purred.
CHAPTER SIX
She posed in front of the mirror. First, she slung her windbreaker over one shoulder and rocked her hips to the left, standing with one knee bent and one leg straight.
She tossed her hair back to show her long earrings.
Then she changed her pose, legs slightly apart and hands on hips, looking to the right. She looked herself over, paying careful attention to the way her silken yellow hair fell onto her fuzzy pink sweater, and the slope of her neck down to her breasts which the garment revealed so well.
She threw her windbreaker jacket on the floor and moved closer to the mirror. She rested her hands on a bureau top for a tighter shot.
She posed and twirled for her imaginary fashion photographer, in a series of erotic poses.
She threw her hips out to one side, making the curve of her waist even more concave on the other side. She leaned with all her weight on her heels so that her pelvis thrust forward, and pouted her lips.
She grasped the bottom hemline of her sweater. Her left hand grasped the right side, and the right hand grabbed the left side. Her arms crisscrossed in the middle right about her navel.
She pulled the sweater up off her, feeling 'I the cool, smooth sliding sensation of the soft, soft sweater on her skin.
She pulled the sweater off her head with her right hand, and held her right hand at her hips, so that the sweater dragged on the floor.
There she was in her pink bra.
She looked at her breasts and saw how big and full they were. She thought of how much she wanted Bill to make his move that night, but he never did.
She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, and then threw it wildly into the air. It fell to the floor.
She was tingly. She felt sexy-and frustrated! Here she was looking the most sexy she had her looked in her life-and she was now home at twelve o'clock, and had just seen a man who didn't appreciate it.
She walked a few steps from side to side, still in her boots, legwarmer, and jeans. As she posed casually with her naked tits, she turned hotter and hotter. She was turning herself on.
It was her attitude that was especially sexy-cool, uncaring, wicked-the kind of girl who would strut her stuff bare-breasted without thinking twice. The type of girl who wanted to do everything-and wanted it now!
She felt her breasts in front of the mirror and she got hotter by the second. She loved the way her hair would hang down over her tits, teasing her nipples. She spread her legs wide, and ran the palm of her hand under her crotch.
Her eyes closed and she began to stroke her pussy in earnest-with greater speed and force.
She wanted a dick inside her. She mouthed silently "I want to suck your cock" into the mirror, watching her seductive eyes as she curled her lips to form the words.
Her panties were beginning to feel damp.
She was gonna get laid if it killed her! Rubbing her sweater between her tits made her feel horny at fever pitch, as she experienced the soft warm material sliding through the sensitive crevice between her monstrous tits.
Then she rubbed a handful of sweater over the fronts of her tits, and the sensation on her erect nipples was beyond imagining.
"Oooh," she heard herself moan. She looked at herself in the mirror again, deep into her own eyes.
Did she dare proposition Johnny?
She couldn't-she had managed to convince them that there would be no more incest.
On the other hand, if she didn't get some rigid cock between her legs, she would go crazy.
She rubbed her hands over her naked torso again, and tilted her head to one side.
Susan dropped the sweater and walked toward the door.
She stopped. No. She couldn't. No way!
On the other hand, what was she against? Incest was an old-fashioned taboo, she said, like homosexuality. And if two people love each other, why shouldn't they make love?
She walked toward the door again.
But, she said, I would be going back on my word if I fucked Johnny tonight.
Oh, the hell with it.
Sue walked out into the hallway as she was, strutting her stuff wantonly. The door to the master bedroom was closed, and the door to Johnny's room was ajar, and the lights were still on.
She knocked on the door softly.
"Johnny?"
"Yeah, what?"
She stepped into his room her high heeled boots making a tiny click against the wood floors.
She planted one hand on her hip, and stood before her little brother, thrusting her crotch and her naked tits forward.
"Come into my room and let's get it on."
"Let's what?"
"Fuck. C'mon. I wanna fuck."
"No! Get outta here."
"How come? I thought you liked to fuck."
"First you say we can't fuck because it's insecks or something like that, and then you go out with this guy who's supposed to be so handsome, and he didn't fuck you, so now you want it from me. No, sorry."
She was hurt. He was hurt.
Johnny, of course, would have loved to fuck her. He was jerking off almost every night now, and when Susan strutted in, he'd never seen a sight as sexy as that.
He tossed and turned, confused and angry.
Sue trotted back into her room and flung herself down upon her bed. How could I have been so stupid? she thought.
She had lost all her horniness and threw off her clothes quickly before they could remind her of her sexiness again.
She was angry at herself. She cried herself to sleep.
All that week, there was great tension between the two children. They hardly spoke to each other, and Franklin Davis was puzzled and upset over the strange mood in the air.
One evening, the phone rang. Johnny got it.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi there, can I speak to Susan, please?"
"Who's calling?"
"This is Bill."
"Sue doesn't want to speak to you anymore. She's mad at you. She hates you. Bye."
Susan witnessed this from the top of the stairs.
"Was that Bill?"
"Maybe."
"All right, you little brat, I've had it!" She stormed down the stairs, and Johnny ran into the den, and leapt onto his father's lap on the couch.
"Daddy, Daddy! Suzie's gonna kill me!"
"All right, you little bastard!"
"Hey Hey Hey! What's going on?"
"Bill just called me and that little runt picked up the phone and said some stupid shit and then hung up!"
"Ok, ok, both of you calm down. First, YOU watch your language, young lady!"
"Yeah!" Johnny gloated.
"And YOU-if somebody calls you don't play games with the phone. Do you understand me, John?"
"Yes, sir," Johnny said, cowering.
"Ok, now. Hand me the phone. What's Bill's number?"
Soon the whole matter was rectified, and Bill and Susan made a date for Saturday night.
But the tension was unbearable.
One day at school, Johnny and Alan Weiss were trading tidbits of sexual knowledge, most of them incorrect.
"You ever had a virgin?"
"No."
"Yeah, well I did."
"You liar. I once gang-banged a girl."
"No, you didn't. A gang-bang is where three or more men butt-fuck a woman."
"No it's not. Besides, I told you what a butt-fuck is."
"If we wanted to butt-fuck some girl, would you be In or out?
"In!"
"We should all get together you, and me, and Steve, and Jimmy, and Tommy,
"-and Danny!"
"Naw, Danny's a creep. And we should all butt-fuck my sister."
"You can't do it, though, because she's your sister. That's called instance, and it makes you break out In V.D."
"That's not true. It's called insecks, and it doesn't harm you, it's just that people frown on it, like smoking pot."
"Did you ever smoke any pot?"
And the subject of their playground conversation shifted.
Saturday evening, Bill showed up at the appointed hour and rang the doorbell.
"Hi, there, lad!" Mister David said, extending his hand. "Come right in."
"Thank you, sir. Is Susan ready yet?"
"She'll be down in a minute. Say, that reminds me. Oh, Johnny? John?"
Johnny came running.
"I believe you have an apology to offer Bill."
"Aw, don't do this, Dad."
"Don't disobey!"
"Uhm, I'm sorry, Bill."
"That's Ok, apology accepted."
Susan came down the stairs. "Oh, I see Squirt here apologized."
"Hey, you go to hell!" Johnny screamed at his gloating sister.
"Johnny, you watch your language!" Johnny stormed off into his bedroom and locked the door. He felt humiliated. He couldn't stand the sight of Susan looking so pretty for someone else-especially since Johnny could give her sex and the other guy wouldn't.
The apology just made him angrier.
Johnny's bewildered father knocked on his door. "Johnny? Telephone. It's for you."
'For me?" It was Alan Weiss.
"Hey, Johnny-you remember we said we were going to butt-fuck your sister? Well, do you know Skip Robinson? He goes to junior high school. Well, he and my big brother want to do it, so can they come along?"
"Uh, Alan, I don't know if...." Johnny didn't know how to explain to his rather dull-witted friend that the idea was not serious.
"Like, they could help us get rubbers and everything."
"Sure. Sure, Alan, great idea. After school. Look, Alan, I gotta go. Bye."
"Who was that on the phone."
"Alan Weiss. He's a dopey dingbat."
Meanwhile, across town, Bill was driving Susan to the movies.
"You look very pretty tonight, Susan."
"Thank you!" Susan said, smiling. She felt warm all over. That old familiar tingle started vibrating through her pussy. Maybe this was it, she hoped. Maybe Bill would make his move!
But Bill kept on driving all the way to the movie theater.
Once in the movie, Sue couldn't wait for the house lights to go down so that she could make a move on him.
As soon as the theater was dark, she felt Bill's arm extend, and her heart started to pound.
But she was disappointed when it turned out he was only reaching for the popcorn that she held in her lap.
She was frustrated and impatient. She squirmed in her seat all the way through the movie, and several times contemplated getting up and leaving to see if Bill would only notice.
Finally, the movie was over, and Sue was irritable as all hell.
Bill and she exited the theater and got back into Bill's car. She sat silent, arms crossed, going crazy with sexual frustration.
About one third of the way back home, Sue said, out of the clear blue, "Bill, pull over. Stop the car here and pull over."
"Why? Don't you feel well?"
"Just do as I say."
"But we're in the middle of nowhere!"
"Exactly. Pull up here and park."
Bill parked the car. They were on the road that ran around the back of the town golf course. The only living things around were the chirping crickets and an occasional squirrel.
"Ok, Sue. Now what's up?"
"This."
She threw her arms around his neck and held his head. She lowered her head and looked straight at him with her eyes raised. The Lauren Bacall look.
"Let's have some fun, Bill," Susan said as she pulled him closer. She was hot.
"You want to make out?"
"Yes! Now let's have those lips."
She pulled his face toward hers, and, still holding the back of his head, pressed her tingling hot lips against his.
Her pussy quivered as she felt the moist suction of his mouth. She rose up from her seat, pushing herself toward. him, and dominated his body.
He bent his head back and started to gasp from lack of oxygen.
"MMmmm-waah!" Susan brought the wet, warm kiss to a finish with a big, loud pucker.
She sat there, smiling at him, with a devilish look in her eye.
"Wow!" he said.
"That's nothing!" Susan replied. She went in for another one: She felt the brush of his mustache against her upper lip. It felt masculine and sexy. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and rammed all the way into Bill's mouth. Susan slid her hands through his head of thick, wavy hair and down his neck, where her touch lightened and she ran the tips of her third fingers around the back of his ears and down his neck.
Bill's cock responded. The tube of limp tissue began to uncurl and grow bigger.
Susan's tongue began to twist and twirl inside Bill's mouth. The tip of her tongue slid over his top row of teeth, down the side of his cheek, and came to rest on top of his tongue.
Her hands slid down to his shoulders. She squeezed him hard.
His cock was erect now, but still not swollen to the point of rock hardness.
His hands limply fell across her back in a mild embrace.
The kiss ended. "Well?" she asked.
"Wow!"
"That's all you can is wow, huh?"
"Well, I mean, I wasn't expecting this."
"You silly boy. I've been hot for you since I first saw you."
"Really?"
"Yup. Wanna fuck?"
He was flabbergasted. "Gee, I didn't know you were so-"
"Yeah? So what? So easy? So loose? What, Bill. Say it. Call me names, Bill. Dirty names."
"Well, I was going to say, 'so eager,' that's all!'" .
"Oh come on, handsome! Let go! You wanna do it or what?"
"I don't have any protection."
"You want a blowjob, then?"
Bill's dick was getting harder and harder. Sue couldn't see it very well in the dark, but she just knew there had to be a penile bulge in his pan ts. She felt his groin.
"There's a hard-on in there, I'll bet."
"Mmmm!"
"Ahhah! Gotcha. There it is. All hard and rigid and erect. You hear me, Bill, erect! I want that erect cock, Bill. I want to feel it in my mouth. I want it rammed between my legs. I want you to feel my hot, wet pussy."
Bill's cock was growing harder with every passing second. He felt her hand resting on the bulge in his pants as his dick poked against the folds of material in his crotch.
"Let's get in the backseat and get naked, Bill."
Susan climbed out of the car and then sat in the backseat. Bill was still in the driver's seat.
"Uhm, I don't know Sue. Somebody might see us."
"No one's gonna see us! There isn't anybody around for half a mile! Nobody plays golf at night!"
"You sure?"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Ok, ok, hold on." Bill climbed out of the driver's seat, turned off the car lights, and climbed into the back seat with Sue.
"'There. That's better. Now, take off your sweater."
"I'm not wearing anything underneath it."
"So much the better!"
Bill nervously took off his sweater and draped it over the front seat.
Susan could make out his hairy, nicely muscled chest in the dark by the light of the moon.
It made her hotter. She loved it. Sex with a real man.
Susan pulled off her top and sat there in her bra.
"Oh, my," Bill said.
"Hmmm. Me, too!" she quipped back. "Now, kiss me, lover. Kiss me all over."
Perhaps it was simply his hormones, but Bill gradually was losing his fears and becoming more and more aroused. He finally seemed to be acting in the spirit of the evening.
He took her hands firmly in his. He looked at her. Her lips were curled in, as she bit them in anticipation.
Her eyes pierced him right to the very core. She melted him. She wore away his resistance with her sexy, sullen gaze.
He pulled her hands toward him, and then she grabbed him by his sides. She felt his manly torso. It was solid and hard and hot.
He leaned forward and planted his mouth on her neck, just underneath her ear.
His tongue slid out of his puckered mouth to lick and stimulate that tender region underneath her earlobe, while his hands slid all the way down her sides, copping a feel of the sides of each tit.
Her stomach muscles were smooth and soft. His trembling hands took in all the information that his sense of touch could provide.
He had a wild, hot, horny female at his disposal.
He pulled his lips off her neck and then shifted them down two inches, onto the slope between her neck and shoulders.
He dragged his lips over her shoulder, around to the front, where he kissed the base of her neck.
Her collarbone was particularly sexy. He loved the way it curved and sloped, covered by that tender, perfect skin of hers.
He smothered the base of her neck with kisses from side to side, and slowly pushed her bra strap down until it fell over her shoulder.
Bill thought he was being diabolically clever, pushing down her bra strap when he did. In fact, Sue was waiting for him to try such a move.
She felt her skin tingle when the little white elastic strap fell.
Bill pulled back and stared into her cleavage.
"Take me, Bill. Take my tits. Suck my tits. Feel them. They're yours."
Bill reached around her back and began to fumble with her bra-clasp. God damn, he didn't know what the hell to do with those things.
After a minute or so of feeling his fingers push and pull the snaps, Sue began to get a little frustrated.
Thank goodness that he eventually stumbled on the way to open a woman's bra.
Sue felt her tits freed from the constraints of the bra, and Bill pulled it with one hand off her body.
God, those tits were big!
Bill's hard-on was now a stalk of rock. Pink, tender rock.
He looked at those two fantastic boobs. He gaped, open mouthed, and then slowly placed his hands on Susan's shoulders, at either side of her neck.
He let his hands slowly slide down the front of her body, feeling with his fingertips the smooth sloping flesh. Sue threw her head back and closed her eyes. The long muscles in her neck bulged out.
She took a fast, hard inhale when she felt Bill's fingers on the tops of her tits. She began to inhale and exhale in quick, hard breaths-for she was too stimulated to control herself.
Never before had she felt a man of sexual maturity feel her. Those sensations were incredible. She felt loose and free. She wanted to run naked through the golf course.
She told him. "Bill, oh God Bill. Oh God. I want to be naked."
His hard-on was begging to be set free of its denim prison.
She reached down and felt his erected cock with her right hand. Her fingers rubbed across the length of the hot bulge, and soon, she could hear Bill breathing as heavily and as hot as she.
"Oh, God, take me!"
He grabbed her boobs, a fistful of tit in each hand. The sudden feeling of his masculine hands palming her tits drove her insane with horny lust.
He felt her nipples swelling to erection against his palms.
She placed her hands on Bill's chest in pretty much the same position that his hands were in on her body.
She ran her fingers through his chest hair, her little fingers casually straying across the surface of his nipples.
With a sudden rush of intense passion, Bill and Susan slid their arms around each other and pulled together in a topless embrace.
His lips fell upon hers and his tongue passed into her mouth. Their tongues twisted and turned over and over each other like two dancing snakes.
He felt her big tits squeezed against his chest. She felt his manly pecs resist her massive mammaries.
They pulled apart.
"I have to have that cock. Give it to me, Bill. Let me feel it."
Bill reached for his belt and unbuckled it.
"Let me do it. You'll enjoy it more-and so will I."
Bill leaned back against the back door of the car and Sue's hands deftly worked the snap and zipper of his pants.
As soon as the top button was undone, a large sausage of steel meat erupted from below.
She slowly undid the zipper, one tooth at a time.
It must have been a full two minutes before the steady click-click-click stopped, and the front of his pants fell wide open.
Bill was not wearing underwear. Strange, she thought, that he would be wearing no briefs and still have been so hesitant to make out. Must have been laundry day or something.
But soon, her mind turned from such speculation and back to the matter at hand.
That penis. That erect penis.
The large, fat hard-on stretched up from a bowl of curly black hair and quivered, sexy in the moonlight.
Bill raised his hips and she slid his pants down, down to his knees.
His cock fell out into the flagpole position.
It was so much thicker and more massive than her little brother's. And hairy!
She felt as if she had graduated from junior to senior cock school.
She reached down and held it in her left hand.
Bill's head fell back on the padded top of the backseat.
"Oh, oooohhhh," he breathed. His face contorted into a shocked, surprised look, which quickly faded into a serene deadpan.
"Oh, Jesus. That feels so good."
She leered.
She began to slowly move her hand back and forth. Her fingers and thumb were curled around the boner, as if she were gripping the handle of a tennis racket.
He felt her smooth, feminine fingers delicately stroke his manly hard-on, and his libido skyrocketed.
"Oh, GOD!" he began to yell.
Susan laughed a triumphant laugh to herself.
He reached up with his hands and grabbed her tits again, plying them with his fingers and thumbs.
It was maximum stimulation for Bill, who suddenly found himself plunged into Teenage Sex Heaven.
The tips of his index fingers crossed her nipples, and Sue winced with pleasure as her titty-dots rose to diamond-hardness, like two small, pink pearls.
"Bill-sit back. Move your ass way back, against the door."
He obeyed.
Sue then pushed herself back and knelt on the floor of the backseat. Fortunately, there was enough room. Her knees fell onto the bulkhead in the middle of the floor.
She took the hard-on in her hand and bent it up by the base into the full flagpole position, as Bill slid down a little bit into a more comfortable recline.
He felt the pressure of her thumb pressing against the underside of his cock.
It was unbelievable!
"I want to suck you."
Bill closed his eyes and lay back.
He heard the noise of another car coming around the bend. Sue ducked down as its headlights shone inside the car. It passed right by the couple, and soon it was gone.
"Whew," Bill uttered.
Sue was undaunted. She had his monster cock in her hand and wanted so badly to stick it in her mouth that nothing would stop her.
Slowly, she brought her head down. She had to adjust her kneeling position a little bit.
A man's cock was in front of her.
She was unbelievably wet now. Her pussy started to steam. The odor of her natural juices was clearly present-right through her pants.
She puckered her lips and descended upon the rigid member. Oh, God-this was gonna be fine.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The crickets out in the trees of the golf course were chirping loud and clear, as if to cheer on Susan as she began to suck her first full-grown dick.
Her naked tits hung down from her chest and pressed against her lover's legs.
Her lips fell upon the crown of his cock-head.
It was so much bigger than Jimmy's! She could really appreciate the difference.
His cock-head was swollen into a full, firm ball that she really had to stretch her lips for. She curled her lips in a large pucker and let them slide down the smooth, crepe-like surface of Bill's cock-head.
Soon her mouth was stretched around the whole of the head, and she felt that little shelf where circumcision had separated the foreskin from the flesh. The tip of her tongue rested nicely in the little "v".
Her upper lips fell over the edge of the cock-head, and rested around the shaft.
Jesus! This was big. But the difference between this hard-on and Jimmy's hard-on was more than just size. It was the difference between a spring shower and a thunderstorm-the difference between a sailboat and an ocean liner.
This shot gave off so much more heat-so much more power.
As it vibrated-even as she held it in her mouth-it seemed more powerful, more energetic.
She pulled her hand away from the base, and ran a finger up the length of the bottom side of the cock.
She noticed another difference. Bill's cock rippled with more muscle. The terrain was different.
Whereas Johnny's prepubescent boner was smooth, Bill's big cock bulged with a branching network of arteries and veins.
She could feel the pulse of blood coursing through those veins with her lips.
It was a thrilling new experience.
She plunged on.
Susan went further down on him. She sucked more and more of his cock, inch by inch, working the massive organ into her mouth slowly.
She felt the small, thin hairs that grew on his meat with her teeth and tongue.
The big dick wedged between the roof of her mouth and the base of her tongue.
There was still about an inch left to go, though.
Susan had, of course, heard about "deep throating," but never had the chance to try it with Jimmy because his cock was too small.
She pressed down. She felt Bill's hands lock around the back of her head, mussing her rich, blonde hair.
He seemed to be pulling her head in toward his crotch.
She stretched her mouth as wide as she possibly could.
She closed her eyes. The taste and feel of that penis-meat was so soothing, so wonderful!
It slid in about another half-inch, but the head was lodged in the back of her mouth. She stretched her mouth again, only for a moment, and took in a swallow of air. The cock slid back a little further, cutting off her oxygen. She exhaled through her nose, and the moment of panic subsided.
Then Bill went into action, ramming his hips into her face. It worked. The cock slid back, into her throat, and the entire length of it was swallowed.
She held it in her mouth for a good stretch of time. She loved it. She was in ecstasy, feeling his mighty dong succumb to the grip of her loving, sucking mouth.
Her tongue curled a little bit, and she could work a small patch of cock with its tip.
But she soon stopped. She didn't want him to come ... yet!
Slowly, she drew back, and Bill felt his wet cock slide through her pursed lips.
His head rocked back and forth, banging lightly against the car window.
Another car was coming around the bend and, like the other one, it flashed headlights through the night, and then disappeared down the road.
"MMmmmm. That was fantastic."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, God! Yes!"
"Do you wanna fuck me now, Bill?"
"I told you, I don't have any, you know, protection. "
"Just pull it out before you come. Then you can come in my mouth. I like it when guys come in my mouth. I mean-it's a fantasy of mine." She didn't want Bill to think that she had ever blown anybody else.
Bill was nervous and unsure. He didn't think he had enough control to withdraw from a pussy before he came.
But he was not going to pass up the opportunity.
Sue unbuttoned her jeans and flashed a little panty in Bill's direction.
He was duly aroused, holding his wet prick while he waited for her to strip down and show her raw, naked pussy.
She pulled her jeans down to her waist, and climbed awkwardly onto the back seat of the car.
Wriggling like a mermaid, Sue crawled up onto Johnny's body far enough for him to pull her panties down.
There it was. The deep, dark, hairy meat of Sue's cunt.
The smell of it filled the car.
It turned Bill on even further.
Her pussy was wet and hot. She was excited beyond her wildest imagining.
"I want it, Bill. Give it to me. Fuck me."
"No-I'm gonna come."
"You won't come. I'll constrict you with my hot cunt."
The sound of her hoarse, sexy talk made him more and more aroused. The tip of his dick ran with love-juice.
But he was nervous. 'very nervous.
"Come on, Bill. What are you afraid of?"
The hot cock bubbled before her. She couldn't stand it. Her tits were so hot, so sensitive.
She climbed up and dropped her tits over his cock. His dick fit neatly in her cleavage like a hot dog in a bun.
She rubbed her torso back and forth, stimulating his naked cock until it was so hard and so hot that it threatened to burst out of its skin.
She slid up further on him, like a serpent crawling up a tree.
She buried her head in his chest hair, nuzzling his nipples and feeling the erection sliding down her stomach.
Soon, she was all the way up his body, kissing his neck, licking him and teasing his earlobes.
He was too turned on to think straight. She had gotten him hornier than he thought possible.
She wanted his penis inside her-bad. Real bad.
She reached down and grabbed his erection in her hand.
"SSSSSss! Ah, ahhh, God!" Bill cried as he felt her handle his cock.
Her tits were pressed against his.
Her soft, blond hair was a mass of tangles down his neck.
She cooed in his ear with her hot breath.
She grabbed his bone-hard cock and rammed it up into her snatch.
They were united, his cock inside her.
Bill was nearly unconscious with a flood of ecstatic sensations banging through his body and brain.
It felt so good-so warm He wanted to keep it in there forever.
She tightened her pussy and then relaxed it just enough to insure the immobility of his swollen dick.
"Take it out, and let me suck the hot jism of your cock."
Bill wasn't listening. His hips started to rock back and forth on instinct, seemingly out of his control.
"Bill-take it out! I want to taste cum!"
She felt his dick sliding in and out, lubricating her pussy even more.
Her clit was starting to thump, thump, thump, with the pre-orgasmic message of the immense pleasure to come.
As her body was wracked by waves of intense delight, her neck stretched and her jaw opened wide.
"Oh, God, Bill-take it out and ram in it my mouth!"
Bill would not respond. She panicked.
She pulled her hips way up in the air, and felt the long hot meat slide out through her quivering pussy lips. Bill's cock was wet, dripping with the pussy juices that it caused Susan to produce.
She ducked down to suck it-but it was too far away, at too difficult an angle.
She grabbed it by the base with her right hand.
Her hand slipped and slid against the sticky, animal-smelling fluids that bathed his cock and pubic hair.
And so, just as she managed to get her face in the line of sight, her trembling hand felt Bill's cock start to contract and recoil by itself.
"Unnnnghg! Oh, God!" Bill moaned through his teeth. His head fell back against the car window, and his heart pounded.
The pressure of Susan's thumb against his duct made that first shot of jism fire right out of his cock with twice its normal speed.
He went blank, enveloped in a cloak of total, orgasmic ecstasy.
The cock shot.
Wet streams of sticky goo rocketed out of the head of his wet cock and splayed in Susan's face.
She opened her mouth wide. One shot of goo fired into her mouth and hit against the inside of her cheek.
The rest of his cum was more random.
He sprayed the white stuff into the corner of her eye, and then draped several sticky blobs down her nose, and onto her chin. She didn't let go of his penis-and she felt the last bubbling drips of jism rolling down her hand and seeping between her fingers.
One drop of come fell from the tip of her nose and stretched into a long strand of gooey fluid before it broke off and fell onto Bill's thigh.
Susan lapped her lips to see what else there was to eat.
Bill's chest heaved as he took in a long, deep breath and let it out in a sigh of total calm.
"Oh, God, Sue-that was-that was just great!"
Sue was still hot.
She tried not to get angry-but she was disappointed. She hadn't had her orgasm and she was denied the event that could have made her come by inches-mere seconds.
If only she could have felt that cock shoot into her throat!
Oh, well.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, Bill, that was just ... great," she said sarcastically, wiping the come from her face with her free hand.
She pulled his semierect cock with her wet hand, giving him a final post-orgasmic thrill.
"Whoo! Watch it, Sue! I'm still tender there."
She was further disappointed that Bill didn't care for post-orgasmic play.
"Geez, Sue-we better wipe this stuff up."
He took a handkerchief and mopped up his dick and her face, and then gave it to her to dry her hand.
"Wow!" Bill said, "Hot!" He was saying all the wrong things. She couldn't believe how dumb and insensitive he was being. It was downright unattractive.
But then again, she blamed herself. She did lunge at him with all the horny fury of a sexual hydrogen bomb. Maybe she was unfair.
"Well, Sue, wanna go for some ice-cream?"
"No. Take me home, Bill, ok?"
"Hey! Was it something I said?"
"Just drive me home. Thanks." He drove her home, and she wordlessly got out of the car and entered her house.
She felt awkward and stupid and angry all at once. She felt guilty for being so unfair to Bill. After all, he was only a teenage male. Still, he acted really stupid.
She walked down the hallway and entered the bedroom that was now all hers.
She sat down on the bed and rested her head in her hands.
It was during times like this that she always relied on her family to put things into perspective.
She walked by Johnny's room, but he wasn't there. The door to her father's bedroom was closed. She went down the steps and into the den.
Johnny was watching TV. Apparently, Dad had gone to sleep.
"Hey, squirt."
Johnny looked at her, hurt.
"Aren't ya gonna say hello to me?"
Silence.
"Ok, then, you little asshole, good night." She stormed up to her room and went to bed.
The next day was Sunday, and Johnny was playing ball down at the baseball field.
While he was waiting for his turn to bat, he saw an older kid coming down the field toward the backstop.
The older kid was wearing a black leather jacket, and had a short, greasy haircut. He didn't look like the kind of kid Johnny wanted to hang around with. He looked like a dangerous punk, and made some of the kids nervous.
"Hey, kid!" the leather-jacketed kid yelled, "Is there someone here named Davis?"
Johnny looked at him without responding.
"You! Are you Johnny Davis?"
"Yeah," he finally said.
"All right. My name is Skip Robinson, and my friend said that your sister, like, wants to meet me?"
"That was a stupid joke. Go away."
"You friends with Alan Weiss?"
"I told you, that was a joke. Ok? Beat it."
"Yeah? Hold on a second, kid. Don't go nowhere, ok?"
It was Johnny's turn up at bat. He swung at the first ball and sent it through second base into center field for a single. He crouched at first base as the next kid got up to bat.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Skip Robinson walk all the way down the field to the parking lot, and talk to someone in one of the cars. The other person got out of the car, and the two dangerous looking kids walked all the way back to the baseball diamond.
They waited by the backstop. The next kid at bat belted a double and Johnny went to third.
"Hey, look, you guys, she doesn't want to meet either of you. Alan and me, we were making a dumb joke about sex and gang-bangs and stuff, and he heard wrong, so beat it."
Joey Weiss turned to Skip. "What do you think?"
"Kid's full a shit. Man, I seen that girl walkin' home from school, you know, stickin' out her boobs. She wants it."
"No she doesn't!" Johnny protested.
Skip flashed a switchblade out of his pocket and showed it to Johnny. "Ok, kid, like, you tell your sister we'll be waiting for her tomorrow after school, and tell her she won't be disappointed, you got me?"
"Hey, Skip, you don't have to scare the kid."
Johnny looked up at Alan's brother. Joey looked like Alan, only older.
"Don't worry, Johnny," Joey said, "Skip here is being an asshole. Look, Skip, sounds to me like bullshit. Let's go."
Joey Weiss and Skip Robinson walked back to the parking lot. Johnny heard Skip saying to Joey, "Hey, man, if you don't wanna get some pussy, that's fine with me, cause I'm gonna be there and I'm gonna get laid."
Johnny felt really uneasy.
After the ball game was over, he headed home for dinner, and found his sister in the kitchen, standing over the pots and pans.
"Hey, Suzie?" he said as he walked into the house through the porch.
She looked up at him without saying hello.
She looked really hurt. He felt really lousy.
He walked out of them kitchen and to the bathroom to wash his hands.
He had to tell her that these guys would be waiting for her. But then he would have to tell her that it was he who originally put the idea in someone's head that she was looking for a gang-bang. How could he explain to her that it was a stupid joke uttered in anger and jealousy?
The family soon sat down to dinner, and it wasn't long before their father noticed they weren't speaking to each other.
He banged his hand down on the table.
"All right. I would like to know why you two aren't talking. It's been driving me crazy for over a week now."
There was silence. Then he lost his temper.
"Damn it! I want to know what's going on behind my back!"
Susan spoke up. "Johnny is jealous because I'm going out with a guy now, and he just has to learn to share my attention with, like, my male friends."
"Is that it, Johnny?"
Johnny left the table and raced down the hallway to his room.
His father caught up to him, and grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head.
"John? Is that true? Is that what's bothering you?"
Johnny started to cry, babbling, "She told me we couldn't have sex anymore and then she wanted it again, but when I wanted it-" and he broke into sobs.
"What the hell did the kid say? I couldn't understand a word."
"Ok, Dad," Susan said. "Let's sit down. Johnny, we're going to tell Daddy everything."
The kid was scared for his life.
"Ok. Dad. Like all little boys and girls, Johnny and me, well, you know, sometimes would do the old 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,' and then I felt a little embarrassed because I was so much older than Johnny, and I told him I didn't want to do it anymore. And then, one time, I suggested to Johnny that we ... that we play-and he got angry, because when he wanted to, I said no."
Mister Davis sat for a minute. "Well, now. There's nothing wrong with that. I think all little brothers and sisters do that sort of thing.
"I mean, as long as you're not having intercourse-ha ha ha-then there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"That's just the thing, Dad. We were."
Mister Davis sat quietly as the news hit him. "Oh, my," He blamed himself. He blamed his ex-wife. He figured that the kids were traumatized by the divorce.
"Products of a broken home," he murmured, "Scarred for life."
"Oh, Daddy, it's not the end of the world!"
"But, that's incest! That's-that's-"
"That's what, Daddy?" Susan asked accusatively.
"Well, it's-I don't know what the hell I'm saying. Forgive me, but it isn't every day that a man finds out his children are having sex with each other."
"We're not any more."
"No," Johnny said, "except when YOU want it, right, Suzie?"
"Well I don't want it from YOU anymore," she shot back.
"Yeah, well I don't want it from YOU either!"
The two children argued in loud voices all through the rest of dinner, while Franklin Davis sulked, deeply confused, in silence. He excused himself from the table and lay down in bed, trying to absorb the strange, strange situation.
Much later in the evening, after homework and chores were done, Susan lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Johnny walked in and sat on a chair where his bed used to be.
"Hi," he said in a tentative voice.
"Hi," his sister responded. She looked at his face. He looked sad.
"Come over here and give me a hug," she asked.
Johnny sat next to his sister and she squeezed him tight.
"I love you, you know that, Squirt?"
"I love you, too, Suzie." It was the first time he had ever told her so.
"I'm sorry if I made you angry."
"That's ok. I'm sorry I told Alan Weiss I wanted to gang-bang you."
She burst out laughing. "Johnny! Do you even know what a gang-bang IS?"
"Well ... not really."
"You're funny, li'l squirt."
'What is it?"
"What's what?"
"A gang-bang. Aren't you gonna tell me?"
"It's when a whole bunch of guys do it to one girl all in a row."
"That's what I thought."
At that moment-about ten-thirty-their father knocked on the door.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No, come on in, Daddy."
"Well, I can say' that this business isn't all over my head, but does one of you wan t to take it from the beginning and tell me the whole story?"
Susan told him, and then, they all went to bed.
*****
Susan was on her way home from school the next day when it happened.
"Hey, you. Yeah, you. You're Susan Davis, right?"
"Uh, yeah, why? Who're you?"
The guy looked ordinary enough. He wasn't wearing his leather jacket. Just the death's head earring gave him away. "My name's Skip Robinson. I'm a friend of your little brother, Johnny."
"I didn't know Johnny was hanging out with older kids ."
'Well, he don't," Skip waved his hand down the road, "-but you will, soon!"
A sedan drove up to the curb and stopped short. Its breaks squealed. The back door flew open, and Skip grabbed Susan and threw her inside.
"Hey! What the hell is this?"
In the back seat were two guys in leather jackets. One had a Mohawk, the other a crew cut. In the front seat were two other seedy-looking kids, plus Skip, who got in the car before it careened off.
The car sped down the back streets of the town at something like sixty miles an hour, and eventually came to a stop at the edge of the woods, on the other side of the woods from the park. It was deserted.
"All right, chickie," Skip said as he brandished his switchblade. "We hear it from a good friend that you want a gang-bang."
She was cornered in the car. All the guys were staring at her. Most of them were younger than she was-or her age, maximum.
"Oh, for Christ's sakes," she said. "So that's what Johnny was talking about. Look-guys-I mean, I'm really afraid of a bunch of fifteen-year-old punks, but you got it wrong.
"I don't like gang-bangs. I like having my pussy eaten. Any of you guys here like to eat raw cunt?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan Davis sat in the car, looking at the blank expressions on her would-be rapists.
They tried to look threatening-and in fact, she was initially scared. But once she saw how young they were, she figured on how best to play the situation.
"I said, any of you guys like to eat pussy? Anyone who eats my pussy gets a blowjob!"
They sat, dumbfounded. Two of them in the front seat looked at each other.
"All right, look. If I suck you all off, will you, like go home and promise not to bother me again?"
Skip Robinson got out of the car and opened up the back door.
"Ok, chick, get out. Get out of the car." He waved his switchblade.
Susan got out. "Ok, mister, you wanna use that thing? Go ahead. Let's see you cut me. Go on."
Skip stood there.
"Aw ... I can't...."
"Asshole!" the other kids said from inside the car. "You asshole, Robinson!"
"Yeah? Well, let's see who of you is gonna cut the bitch, huh?"
Sue started to laugh. "Ok, guys," Sue said as she climbed back in to the car, "I'll make you a deal. We all drive off without Skip and you all get a blowjob."
"Honest to God?"
"Fuck, Jerry-gun it!"
"Hey!" Skip cried, as the door slammed on the car. The car lurched into gear and started blazing down the dirt path until it came to a paved back road.
Skip had tried to cling onto the car, but he fell off on the dirt.
"Ok, now, Jerry? Is that your name?"
"Yeah?" asked the driver of the car.
"First of all, are you old enough to drive?"
"Hey! I'm in your math class! Whaddaya mean?"
"Oh, right! I never paid much attention to you. Anyway, take a left here and then drive around the side of the golf course. I'll tell you where to stop. Then everybody gets to come in my mouth and then we all forget about it and never bother me again, do you understand?"
"Fuck yeah!" Five horny teenagers had five erections as the car careened down the road and came to a stop where just the other night, Sue had gotten it on with Bill Hoffman.
"Ok! While you guys are waiting, you all look out for other cars. If anyone spots us, we're dead."
"Ok."
"Who's first?"
The fellow who sat between Susan and the driver zipped down his fly, right there in the car in front of the other boys, and took his erect penis out of his underwear.
It was bigger than she had anticipated, and covered with hair.
"Hey! Nice wad," Susan said, turning the guy on further.
She liked this new role of hers-sexual den mother. It made her feel powerful, so superior to these punk kids with their dongs hanging out.
She smiled and squatted down on the floor of the front seat.
"Ok, don't come too soon, now."
The guys in the back seat leaned over the seats to watch.
Sue opened her mouth wide. She loved doing it for spectators.
The kid slid his erect dick between her lips and started to moan. He broke into a grin wide enough to stretch from ear to ear.
"Awwww, shit! Oh! Oh, man!" he carried on.
She felt the kid's cock slide in to her luscious mouth, and started to suck. First, gently, then hard. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth, along the bottom side of the kid's boner.
He fell against the shoulder of the kid at the wheel, moaning.
She felt so mature, so dominant! She could command a whole car full of horny males! It was exciting, in a kinky sort of way, even thrilling.
She used the opportunity to experiment. She wrapped her lips around her teeth and bit down on his cock, applying pressure in a direct, but blunted way. She ran her buffered teeth up and down the center two inches of the kid's throbbing red penis, making each stroke longer and longer, until she was working the whole cock in and out of her mouth.
She plunged down-hard. All the way down, the head of the guy's cock wedged against the back of her mouth.
She closed her eyes and thought of Bill-of sucking his manly, more mature dick. She remembered what the sensation was like, and felt herself getting hotter.
The kid's dick exploded right down her throat, sending a gush of cum down, down, down, into her stomach.
Ahhh. She missed that taste.
"Ok, Jerry, are you next?"
"Wow! Did you see that?"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Hey, man, what was it like?"
"Aw, man! Great! Just incredible!"
"Hey! Are any of you guys keeping lookout for cars?" Sue asked, mock-angrily.
Jerry slid over the guy she just blew, and unzipped his fly.
"Are you really in my math class?"
"Yeah! I sit in the back."
"Well, I'll have to say hello to you from now on. Anyway, let's have your dick."
He couldn't believe the casual way she was passing herself around. It was a gold mine.
Jerry's cock was smaller than the last one, but every bit as bushy with pubic hair.
She bent down and almost craned her neck, to give a long lick to his balls.
"Whoooo-leee fuck!"
They may have been old enough-but as far as lovers go, these kids were definitely in the kindergarten class.
She ran the tip of her tongue up and down the center of the guy's scrotum, in the little indentation between his balls.
His erection got harder and harder, until it turned a bright red. It rested against Susan's nose as she licked and licked at his scrotum.
She then turned her face upward and bent the rigid cock back on the axle of its base, then started lapping at the very underside of the dick proper.
She had learned how to stiff-tongue a guy's cock so that she could depress the spongy duct that ran along the center of the bottom of Jerry's cock.
She ran the tip of her tongue up and back a distance of about an inch, close to the base of his dick.
Faster and faster. harder and harder she flicked her strong tongue, until the kid's cock erupted in a geyser of jism which splattered onto the dashboard and Susan's forehead.
She wiped her forehead with her hand and licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of the cum.
"MMmmmmmmm!"
"Ooooh, gross!" one kid yelled from the back.
"Gross to you, but mother's milk to me!" Sue chided.
Jerry the driver climbed into the back seat as Donald, who couldn't have been more than fourteen to Susan's eyes, slipped into the front seat.
"Hey, don't start! There's a car coming!"
A police car drove by, scaring the bunch of them senseless.
"Wow. Maybe we should go someplace else," said Donald.
"Fuck no," replied Susan. "Right here. Let's have it, buckeroo."
"Uhm, I don't know," he sniveled.
"What'sa matter kid, can't get it up in front of your friends?"
The poor bastard shook his head.
"Aw, come on, it's easy!" she said as she started fingering his crotch. "Where is it-there? There?"
She rubbed his crotch, and then reached down and opened his fly. She felt limp rubber.
"Wow. You are having a problem, kid. Next! Too bad. Think about me when you jerk off tonight, ok?"
The next kid stepped up to bat, shifting over in the front seat, as Donald slipped into the back, ashamed and embarrassed.
"Ok, let's have a stiff hard-on here! Hey! I know you! I met you at that Halloween party! You're Alan Weiss' brother!"
"Hi. Yeah, my name's Joey. Look, Susan, you don't have to-"
"I would LIKE to ... if that's ok?"
"I mean, I won't tell any body."
"Oh, tell the whole world, Joey darling!"
"No, really, I mean it-"I
"Ok! Shut the fuck up and let's have some cock, all right? Jesus."
She reached down and felt his boner. It was quite a bulge, all right. Probably the biggest cock among all of them. It was warm and hard underneath his corduroy pants.
Susan undid his pants, and a deadpan, serene expression fell on his face. He looked totally serious, his eyelids closed and his lips together.
"C'mon, lighten up, Weiss, it's a blowjob, not a final exam."
"Just suck my dick, ok?"
"Hey, that's what I like, a man with spunk."
Sue undid his belt and opened his pants. His fly unzipped all the way down, and she pulled his underwear down.
"Whoa. Where'd you get this?" Sue asked, staring.
It was enormous. The biggest erection she had ever seen in her life. It must have stretched out to nine inches, and was thick-hairy and wide.
"Suck it. Suck my dick."
She went down. Joey leaned against the dashboard as she knelt on the floor, blowing him almost 180 degrees upside down. The underbelly of this gigantic dick slid against the roof of her mouth and filled her space with a wadful of hairy meat.
She took her time with this one.
"Hey, guys there's a car coming! Jerry! Drive! Fucking let's get out of here!"
The kids in the back seat saw a car slow down behind their car and come to a stop.
Within seconds, Jerry had the ignition running and pulled out. The car bucked and jerked for a second, and then sped on.
"Just drive! Keep driving! They're following us!"
Shit, Susan thought to herself as she worked the gigantic cock into her mouth. Her tongue was lapping furiously at the tip of the head of the dick as it worked its way inside her aching mouth.
Then it pressed all the way back, and there was no room for her tongue. She let her tongue lie flat along the bottom of her mouth, stretching her jaw to accommodate the huge dick.
Joey had his eyes closed as the car screeched around the corner.
As the car made the corner at full speed, the passengers all slid to the right, subject to the accelerated G-forces.
Sue's mouth slid hard down on Joey's cock as well, inertia giving her gullet some aid in the task of blowing the enormous cock.
The head of Joey's dick was embedded in the opening to her throat as the car swung around the serpentine back roads of the little town.
He gave a push with his hips, and a little more cock went down. Susan was sucking hard, chewing on the dick with her jaw. A little bit of saliva formed at the corner of her mouth. She wished she could have a more placid setting to suck such a big cock.
"He's still behind us! Keep going!"
"Oh, God," Joey moaned, as the bumpy ride made the whole car vibrate for a few seconds.
"Don't stop, don't stop," he told Susan.
She brought the palm of her hand over his scrotum, which had fallen against her nose. She rubbed the tender sac with her palm, and then fingered his balls lightly as the car headed down a straight road at fifty miles per hour.
As the car gained more speed, trying to lose the car behind them, Joey felt a panic rush of adrenaline course through his entire body.
He humped Susan in the mouth with ever more fury, sliding in and out. Occasionally, his cock would be jarred and jolted by a screeching turn around a corner-or by an unexpected bump in the road.
Joey was filled to the brim with excitement.
Sue was filled to the lips with big cock.
Her teeth dragged and bit into his cock at every pothole in the back streets they cruised.
"Hold on!" Jerry yelled from the driver seat, "We're going over the bridge!"
The bridge was paved with that special kind of asphalt that makes sure cars don't skid in the rain.
The kind that makes a humming noise as your tires pass over it.
The kind that makes the car vibrate as if somebody had dropped a quarter into the hood ornament and set the car on "High."
The vibrations were fast, and made everything in the car vibrate. Everything-including the cock and the lips that sucked it.
It was a strange, kinky sensation. Susan's lips and teeth hummed against Joey's wad as she worked the cock in and out, upside-down, with her hot, wet mouth.
They were on the bridge for about three minutes.
Two minutes into it, Joey's balls, which were bouncing back and forth between his legs and Susan's nose, sent a message to his glands, which relayed the signals across the nerve endings in his penis.
"Come!"
As the car sped toward the other end of the bridge, the driver saw a truck ahead of him, and, remembering what to do in such an emergency, began to pump his brakes.
Joey's cock began to contract and gear up for its first spurt of jism, just as Jerry hit the brakes.
Susan fell forward, bumping the back of her head against the padded dashboard, and Joey's erect dick slid out of her throat. It's swollen head skidded across the roof of her mouth and caught in her upper lip.
It shot, and Joey convulsed with sexual glory. He slid back on his seat and found nothing to grab a hold of.
His cock blew sperm all over Susan's face and also hit the windshield.
"Aw, fuck, man, don't come on my car!"
"Hey, it's not something he can control!"
Sue felt the rivulets of jism run down her forehead and drip over her eyes onto her cheeks.
This was the second time that Sue felt the sensation of come on her face-and she was beginning to enjoy it. The wanton sexual madness that it represented turned her on something incredible.
The brakes ceased pumping, and the crew found themselves stuck behind a slow-moving truck.
"All right, fellas, just drive me home, ok?"
"But I didn't get my blowjob yet!"
"Too bad!"
"Hey, that car! That car that was tailing us! He's back! I can see him in the rear-view mirror!"
"Who is it?"
"I don't know! Some guy with a mustache!"
Susan snuck a quick look in the rear-view mirror.
"Oh my God."
"You recognize him?"
"Yes. I'm getting out at the next red light. Thanks for a swell time, fellas!"
"But I didn't get my blowjob!"
The car came to the first set of traffic lights and stopped. Susan grabbed her books from he back seat, got out of the car, and ran around the back to the car behind them.
"Bill! Boy, am I glad to see you!"
"Hi! I thought I saw you in that car ahead, but I wasn't sure. Why were you guys driving so fast?"
"Oh, I was at the mercy of a bunch of stupid kids who thought it would be fun to scare me half to death."
"You know them?"
"I do now! C'mon, let's turn around and drive me home."
Bill obeyed. Soon, she was in front of her house.
"Thanks," Sue said and kissed him. "Call me tonight?" She got out of the car and entered the house.
She walked down the stairs and fell, exhausted, on her bed.
Johnny walked into her room. "Rough day?"
"Fuck off, squirt."
"Well, anyway, I forgot to tell you this morning that a kid named Skip Robinson is looking for you, and-"
"He found me."
Johnny approached her bed. "Did he gang-bang you?"
"Sort of." Sue rolled over on her back. Dirt clung to her face where the sticky come had dried. "I wound up blowing something like four guys."
Johnny looked hurt again. Jealousy reared its ugly head.
"Hey, buck up, kid-I had to do it to gain my freedom."
"Yeah, right."
Johnny walked out of the room.
"Aw, hey, come back! Come back here. Jesus, listen to me, I'm trying to explain my sex life to my kid brother!" Susan told herself, and fell back in bed.
A few minutes later, after a short nap, Susan got up and made her way to the bathroom where got out of her clothes and took a shower.
She liked her showers hot-very hot. Her ritual was always the same. First, she would take off her clothes. Then she would turn on the hot spray until the bathroom was all steamed up.
She liked to check herself out in the mirror as she watched it fog. She admired her clear skin, her hair, and, of course, her breasts. Soon, she was standing in a roomful of steam, and her skin started to sweat tiny droplets all over her naked body.
The hot steam felt like a sauna, opening her pores and invigorating her skin.
Susan stuck her hand underneath the hot spray for just a second to test it, and turned the cold water nozzle on just a tiny bit.
She tested the temperature again. It was perfect.
She spread her legs open wide and planted a foot in the shower. She then lifted her other leg, and she was in.
She felt the hot spray massage her stiff shoulders and her tense back. All the knots of tension started to loosen when she felt the welcome shower fall over her body.
Susan grabbed the bar of soap from the soap dish and worked up a nice lather in her hands.
The suds were thick, and had body to them. She took a handful of lather and spread it across the bottom of her neck and over her chest.
The smooth feel of the slippery suds was delightful, and she giggled girlishly.
She turned her back to the shower head so that the suds would not wash off, as she smoothed them up and down her shoulders and across the tops of her tits. She grabbed the bar of soap and worked up another fistful of suds.
Susan smirked. She knew herself so well! She slapped the suds onto the bottoms of her tits. The sudden shock of the rich, slippery suds on the steaming, sensitive tits thrilled her through and through.
She rubbed the round, full bottoms of her big tits over and over and over, driving herself crazy with intense pleasure.
She giggled again, and stuck her face up to the shower head. She felt the bursting rush of hot water hit her face, renewing her and giving life to her fatigued muscles.
The hot water ran down her neck and started washing away streams of the suds.
The suds clung to her left nipple as areas of the lather slid down the slopes of her tits, then fell from the fleshy shelf.
The sensation of hot, soapy water running through her deep cleavage filled her with glee.
Irregular streams of suds and soap ran over her front, some clinging to her skin around her hips, and some winding up in the thick, soaking mass of pubic hair that engulfed her hot twat.
Then she saw it-and got an inspiration.
The soap-on-a-rope they had gotten their dad for Father's Day.
She pulled it off the nozzle from which it hung. It was a round ball of scented soap musk.
It was supposed to have some kind of erotic powers, musk. Supposedly, the saleslady said, the scent of it could arouse women.
It aroused this woman, all right. The soap was harder than the regular stuff, and had a waxy texture. From one point on the ball of soap hung a long white cotton rope, which looped around and attached to the same point again.
Susan was really giddy. She was so amused at her little idea that she started to laugh out loud in the shower, her lips stretching into a naughty smile, and the cord muscles in her neck tensing.
She threw the rope over her neck like a necklace, and the ball hung right at the fold of her cleavage.
She pushed it back and forth, feeling the hard soap ball leave its slippery trail over the tops of her tits.
She pulled it down over her shoulders, where it snugly fit around her. She managed to poke her arm through the rope without breaking it.
The rope now hung around her waist, and the ball of soap hung down right in front of her wet pussy.
Susan spread her legs and pushed on the ball of soap until she felt it force her pussy lips wide open and fall into her cunt with a squeeze.
"Whoooo!" she yelled out loud, her echo reverberating in the shower.
She pulled it out again and thrilled to the weird sensation on the interior of her cunt. The soap fell to the floor, where she bent over and picked it up.
As she bent over, she stuck her ass into the forceful spray of the shower, where its thrusting stream of steam and water cleansed her ass and her pussy, rinsing the soap out of her twat's interior.
She lathered up the rest of her body, relaxing and enjoying the feel of her hands sliding over and over her soft, feminine skin.
Her hair was wet, and plastered the sides of her face and the back of her neck.
There was a banging on the door.
"Soooo-zeeee! I gotta go to the bathroom!"
"Nobody's stopping you!" she yelled back to her kid brother.
Johnny walked in. He could hardly see through the thick fog of steam.
"Hey! You're taking a shower in here!"
"Brilliant deduction, Johnny!"
"You never let me go to the bathroom when you were in the shower before!" Johnny said as he made his way into the room and over to the toilet.
"Yeah, well, you've seen me naked-and Dad isn't home."
"Right," Johnny said, lifting up the toilet seat.
She poked her face out from behind the shower curtain just as Johnny was about to unzip his fly to take a leak.
"Hey, Johnny, wanna join me?"
"I gotta pee first."
"Do it in here. I wanna try something ... kinky."
"What's kinky mean?"
"Bizarre!" she said in her Halloween monster voice, grinning like a madwoman.
CHAPTER NINE
Johnny looked at her face. Her wet hair hung down her back. She grasped the edge of the shower curtain against her neck. Johnny could see the outline of her tits and nipples behind the shower curtain. They were plastered to the curtain by the water. Her nipples protruded through the thin sheet of white plastic in two small bumps. The sight of the wet shower curtain clinging to those big tits made Johnny's cock perk up. She looked at him. "C'mon, kid. For old times' sake. Dad doesn't have to know." A pause. "Fact is, Johnny, I kinda missed ya. C'mon in here and let me soap up your cock." His penis grew to full erection as he heard he say the word "cock." The thought of having her ply his penis in such a manner gave him a horny thrill. "Ok! "
"Allll-riiight!" she yelled.
Johnny peeled off his clothes. His naked dick stuck up from his crotch like a hairless magic wand. He jumped in, and smiled. "Ok, squirt. I'm gonna start by washing your back." Susan took the regular bar of soap and lathered up Johnny's back, smoothing her nimble and feminine fingers over the back of his neck.
Streams of soap suds soon ran down the boy's shoulders and thrilled his sensitive skin.
"Ok, raise your arms-we gotta get the armpits clean!"
"Hee hee," Johnny laughed as the soap slid down his pits, tickling him. His cock was getting stiffer and stiffer, and the pain of his full bladder began to bother him. "Suzie, I gotta pee."
"Ok! Ok, now-don't piss until I tell you to. All right?"
"Ok. What are you gonna do?"
"This is called a golden shower. It's supposed to be incredible sexy and stimulating-and I wanna try it."
"Sounds gross to me."
"First I want to get us both really excited."
She grabbed the soap again and worked up a rich slimy lather.
She reached down and ran her thin, delicate hands over and over the length of his hairless hard-on.
The sensation of the sliding hands drove Johnny mad with ecstasy. He felt her fingers caressing the soft duct of his underbelly, and the tender skin of his scrotum.
She rolled his balls between the fingers of her left hand as she worked his cock with her right.
She reached all the way underneath him and ran her soapy hands right under his crotch, until her fingers poked his ass.
Susan knelt and slid the bar of soap through the crack of her little brother's ass, rubbing it up and down, up and down, driving the kid to moan wildly with erotic pleasure.
She then pulled the bar of soap back through his legs, passing over the forbidden skin at the root of his genitals. That one tiny fold of skin-the minute crease-at which all sensation reverberates through the body-felt the soapy index finger of Susan Davis.
Johnny went weak in the knees, and leaned on her for support.
"Ok, Johnny. Do it to me."
Johnny took the soap from her and returned the favor.
First, he twirled the bar of soap in his hands to create a mound of suds. He applied the suds with a slap of his hand to her soaking bush, and let his hand slide down, fingers first, between her legs.
The hot and tender skin of her thighs thrilled him. His soapy delivery made her writhe and moan with ecstasy.
"Oh, Johnny, yeah!" she cheered him on. Susan was devoted to erotic talk while having sex.
"Oh, my cunt! It's aching with pleasure, Johnny!"
He reamed the bar of soap up through her crotch and placed it between her buttocks, where he let go of it.
She held the soap between her ass-cheeks for a few seconds, and then it shot out against the tile wall.
Johnny picked it up and soaped his hands. He placed them on her tits, and worked the big lobes of womanhood between his fingers.
She especially loved feeling his slippery hands gliding over her nipples. For, the more force he applied, the more his hands slid. It felt like her two pleasure-dots were on a roller coaster ride to heaven. "Ok! I'm hot. Are you?"
"Hotter than hell, Suzie."
She knelt on the floor in front of him. She arched her back so that her tits stuck way out. Johnny watched the soap suds gliding over the flesh surrounding her pink nipples.
"Johnny, I want you to punish me for making you angry. I want you to think hard think what it felt like to see me going out with Bill. Remember how angry you were? Remember how you wanted to kill him-and me?
"Now I want you to remember when I had the audacity to ask you for sex after all that?
"I did wrong, Johnny! I'm guilty! Guilty! Punish me! PUNISH ME BAD!"
Johnny's smile curved up in an evil snarl. His eyes bugged out and his eyebrows furrowed.
He aimed his hard-on right at the area between her tits, and under her collarbone.
Psssshhh!
He let loose all the agony from his bladder and soul in a hard burst of piss.
The hot, yellow stream came gushing out of his cock at full force.
She felt the hot stream hit her right in the middle of her chest, spraying out over her shoulders and neck.
Hot streams of piss ran down her tits in sheets.
Hot urine washed over her nipples. She felt the hot, acidic fluid on her tender titty-heads, and a chill went up her spine.
She shuddered from the ecstasy-the wild, uninhibited freedom. The thrill of the golden shower made her pussy sizzle hot-hotter-hottest!
Piss started running down over her tits, making a waterfall and splashing into her pubic hair. Much of the yellow fluid rinsed her thighs with heat.
Johnny's stream lost none of its force. He had really had a bladderful. He felt the soothing relief of the pressure as his erect cock sprayed her.
Johnny laughed a mean laugh as he punished his sister for all of his hurt feelings. He kept his right hand soapy, rubbing his cock as he pissed.
"Oh, Johnny! We've sinned! Punish me for seducing you!"
He raised his cock up an inch and the stream started too spray higher.
She felt the stinging force of the urine pulsing against the base of her neck.
Johnny gradually changed the angle of his hard-on.
The blast ran up her neck. She moaned "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" in a musical note.
The force of his piss against her neck made her voice vibrate.
Then it sprayed at her chin and up across her lower lip, until the gushing yellow stream was spraying into her mouth.
Susan closed her eyes and felt all the guilt of sexual deviancy exorcised from her body in one purifying rite of punishment.
The stream of piss crossed her upper. lip. The spray from the impact fell all over her face in a mist.
Johnny's piss went up over her nose, with the splashing spray going into her nostrils. She smelled the strong, acid smell.
Up her forehead it went.
As it lost its force and decreased into a slow, streaming arc, Johnny pointed his hard-on almost straight up, and the fountain of piss drenched the top of her head.
Sue was helpless on her knees, overcome by the thundering waves of pleasure that wracked her body.
She slowly stood up, and opened her mouth to the hot spray of the shower head. It mixed with the puddle of urine on the bottom of her mouth in which her tongue sat, and rinsed her clean with a mix of water and piss.
Before she could be drained entirely, Johnny pushed on her shoulder blades, steering her into a different position.
He got her to face the wall.
He grabbed the soap and rubbed the bar between her big, firm ass-cheeks.
He then lathered his cock again, and pointed it away from the shower spray.
He grabbed her buttocks. He felt them. He kneaded them like bread dough.
He realized how much they were like tits big and fleshy and feminine. He loved the way they responded to his touch.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, and Susan instinctively squatted down a bit.
Johnny rammed his penis up into her asshole.
It slid inside as if her ass were a cunt.
He felt the muscles of her sphincter and cheeks expand and contract against his thrusting cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, senseless, with every thrust of his dong.
He stopped before he came.
"Ok, let's rinse off and dry off and then-into my bedroom." For the first time since their sexual relationship started, Johnny was now in command!
Susan stood on the bath mat, dripping wet. Sheets of water ran down her tits, her ass, her arms, and her stomach.
Johnny wrapped a towel around her and started patting her until she was lucid enough to dry herself off.
She cleared her throat and then smoothed the terry cloth towel across her clean, smooth skin.
She wrapped the towel around her hair like a turban, and then reached for the talcum powder.
Johnny was frantically drying himself.
He opened the door.
Daddy wasn't home yet. He wouldn't be home for an hour.
He dashed, naked, into his room. Susan followed.
She fell on the bed. He took the talcum powder from her and sprinkled some on her stomach.
He gently worked the smooth, soothing powder into her skin, starting with her stomach and working his way down her thighs, all the way to the bottoms of her feet.
The touch of his powdered fingers across the bottoms of her feet and between her toes sent an entirely new series of kinky thrills through her nervous system. Her glands secreted a new round of hormones-and she was excited to the hilt.
Next, Johnny knelt next to her on the bed, and worked the smooth white powder into her tits, making sure to scoop around the round, soft bottoms of her tits, and deep into her cleavage.
She lay on her back, moaning with pleasure. Her tits could now slide against each other with no friction at all-only the smooth feel of talcum powdered skin.
Johnny threw one knee over his sister's narrow waist and straddled her.
His cock stretched out in front of him.
He watched a large sphere of clear liquid form at the tip of his dick.
His cock quivered in the air. It stretched as never before, with a hardness and a sensitivity never before achieved.
It was bright red. One touch, and it would shoot off.
He had to bring his sister all the way up to the verge of orgasm so that he could plunge into her and achieve simultaneous climax.
She was putty in his hands.
Johnny then knew what he had to do.
If Susan accepted her punishment-the golden shower-with sexual joy, then he, too, would have to venture into the territory of the unknown.
He slid down her body, and the base of his dick ran smoothly down the talcum powdered surface of her abdomen.
She had just come out of the shower. It was clean.
It was furry and fluffy.
He looked her pussy right in the mouth.
He steeled himself, and dove down into the glorious muff.
Johnny's tongue landed right at the bottom of her twin lips.
He heard her give a start and begin to moan wildly.
It didn't taste so bad! In fact, it was kind of neat! He placed just the edge of his tongue-the very tip-upon those two trembling ribbons of pink. He felt every crevice and bump with his tongue.
His saliva kept lubricating his tongue to make it a smooth journey. He breathed through his mouth, and she could feel his hot breath accompany his tongue on her quivering labia.
He liked what he licked. It turned him on and he felt his hard-on grow bigger and bigger. It was the masculine power he wielded over his trembling sister that made him feel hot-hearty-and horny.
His tongue wriggled as it climbed the pink, rung-less ladder up to the very top of her cunt.
He started over, bringing his tongue down to the bottom of her pussy and beginning the long ascent back up.
This time he put more pressure on, making the flat of his tongue push against her tender lips.
"Ohhh, so good, so gooooood ... !" Susan wailed, gasping.
He put more and more pressure on her cunt, until her lips slid back and his tongue went sailing into the gaping maw of her pussy.
He stuck his tongue in deep, and then scooped it up, lapping up the thick juices that she produced.
He felt his tongue press against her pubic bone-and then stopped.
For, in one of her very first lectures, Susan told him about the clitoris-and how that should be tackled last, just before building to a climax.
He began the tongue-flickering anew upon her pussy, and every cell in her body hummed with delight.
He may have only barely begun puberty-but as far as sex was concerned, he was a man.
His laps became more powerful as he continued.
Soon his tongue was licking savagely. He plunged into her cunt with passion, wiping her inner walls clean with his tongue.
He tilted his head to one side, to lick her out horizontally instead of vertically.
She felt the new sensation. It was strange and refreshing!
"Ohhh. God-Johnny-I-I can't stand it!"
He looked up. Her face was twisting into a different bunch of contorted expressions. He shoulders rose up and thudded down on the bed.
He drew a finger up through the channel he had dug with his tongue, and she convulsed with joy.
She was at the point of over-stimulation.
It was time.
Johnny poked his head down into her muff once again, and licked at the base of her clit.
"Oh! EEEEEEghh!" she screamed.
He loved it! As he lapped at the bottom of the tiny nub, she shouted and carried on like a victim, tortured with excessive pleasure.
He put his tongue on the whole of her clit. He felt her juices running from the top of her cunt and falling into his lower lip.
He felt that hard little thing start to vibrate-then pulse.
In a steady rhythm.
Just like his cock did when he would shoot his wad.
He took his tongue off her clit, and she settled down a little.
Johnny then shifted his ass back.
His bulging boner was dripping love juice. In various places on his sister's leg, the goo had clung to her skin, making thin strands of the clear liquid from her leg to his cock.
He looked at his own penis for a second. He admired the way it's head stood out wider than the stalk. How the muscles and ridges of skin all swelled up to an exaggerated shape.
He looked at the ravaged expression on his sister's face.
He plunged it inside.
As soon as she felt the swollen head of his cock against her sensitive lips, she let out a gasp.
His dick sunk into the mire.
Her pussy walls, wet and undulating, massaged his erection.
His cock returned the favor on her flesh. His dick slid all the way inside, and his head rested on her shoulder.
He lay there. Motionless.
No thrusting would be necessary.
Nature would take care of itself.
They both felt the pleasure build, and then, in a simultaneous spasm,
Orgasm descended upon them both.
Johnny felt his dick torn apart, seared by an uncanny force. It shattered his bones and plunged his eyes into blindness.
His entire juvenile frame trembled at this inner earthquake-and then with a blinding flash and a moment of complete freedom, he came.
His cock shot. It emptied him of all fleshly pain, and the peaceful feeling of complete joy washed over him.
She felt his thunder. His cock bucked and heaved, spitting thick, speedy bolts of liquid lightning.
His jism crashed against her cunt wall like a tidal wave upon a rocky shore.
Her pussy was on fire.
Soon, the thrill of orgasm radiated out from its origin within her vagina, and joined the waves of serenity that her clit had sent through her nervous system.
Susan was lifted into a different dimension. A pure, clean void of light and atmosphere.
It gently receded, and she fell back to earth, to sleep, nude, on Johnny's bed.
They lay there.
Brother and sister were one. Perhaps it would be the last time.
CHAPTER TEN
And with the passing years, the deep shame and hurt that the incest had caused Franklin Davis passed.
The sessions with the family counselor had helped, and Susan and Johnny were growing up properly, so there was no longer anything to worry about.
Franklin, of course, never suspected that the real reason that his children stopped fucking was this:
There was no way, they figured, that they could ever recreate-let alone outdo-that one magnificent afternoon that began with a golden shower and ended with the emotion of simultaneous orgasm.
In any case, five years went by. Johnny was now sixteen-handsome, honest, and hard-working, popular with both his peers and his teachers.
Naturally, Johnny was getting a good share of sex. Hey, when your voluptuous sister fucks you at eleven, you get a head start on things. He was known by some as the make-out king, by others, just good ol' Johnny Davis.
Susan was twenty-one, and had continued to get more beautiful every year. She was home for spring break from her junior year at college, visiting Johnny and Dad, and Dad's new wife, Diane.
Franklin had met Diane two years earlier, and they fell pretty quickly in love. She was a tall, blonde woman with big blue eyes and lovely, large tits.
Diane and Sue were chatting away out on the patio that Dad had built just the previous year.
"So, how are things going with that young man Franklin and I met when we visited you up at college over Washington's Birthday?" Diane asked.
"Oh, ok, I guess. Randolph is a nice enough guy-"
"But?"
"But, if I can be totally honest and open with you, Diane-"
"Please do. I want you to think of me as one of the family."
"Well, as I was saying, Randolph is a nice enough guy, but, well, he's just lousy in bed. You know, the kind of guy who can only get it up lying on his back-and he never takes his time. It's always rush, rush, rush. And then, when he comes, it's ail over."
"Gee, that's too bad. You know, I had the same problem with my first husband. Everything was wham, bam, thank you ma'am. He never took the time or cared about MY sexual feelings. Only HIS. That's why I divorced him."
"Really?" Susan asked, curious.
Just then, Johnny came home from school. The handsome young stud made his way around the back of the house to the patio, and waved.
"Hi, ladies! What's up?"
Diane blushed. "Oh, we were just gabbing. You know, girl talk."
"Oh," Johnny said. "I hope I'm not intruding."
Diane was about to clear her throat, when Sue piped up.
"No, not at all. We were just talking about sex. You know-Randolph?"
"Oh, right."
Diane was shocked. "You mean the two of you talk openly about sex?"
"Oh, sure. Johnny and I have no secrets from each other. In fact, this is as good a time to tell Diane as any, eh, Johnny?"
"Sure."
"I was the one who told Johnny all about sex."
"Really? " Diane said, surprised. "Why in my family, when I was growing up, we weren't even allowed to say the word sex without fear of having our mouths washed out with soap. My, how times have changed."
"Yeah, well, all the old taboos are gone nowadays," Johnny said, winking at Susan.
"Ha ha. Yeah, that's for sure," Susan winked back.
Diane was puzzled. "Am I missing something here?"
"What do you think, Sue-should we tell her?"
"Well, she's part of the family now. We shouldn't have any secrets from her. I don't think Did would mind, either-he's gotten over all that old guilt and everything."
Diane was puzzled. "What ARE you two talking about?"
"Susan and I had an incestuous sexual relationship when she was my age."
Diane sat there. She was completely floored. Not so much at the fact of the relationship-but more at the casual matter-of-factness with which Johnny announced it.
"Is this some kind of practical joke?"
"No. It's true. We made love, what, maybe half a dozen times."
"I don't believe you. You're making this up to try to shock me."
"Honest injun."
"Yup. Dad found out about it, too. We eventually had to tell him. It was quite a shock."
"Oh, gee whiz, yeah. He really took it badly. He felt guilty, you know, like he had failed us as a father. I remember he started drinking for a little while, before he sought the help of a family counselor."
"Aren't you two-embarrassed?"
"No."
"It all happened quite naturally. We still love each other-but we go out with different people now."
The subject dropped eventually. Diane couldn't quite get over it-but she admired the open and honest way the kids talked about it.
Diane was quite a sexually adept woman herself-as Susan had discovered from many such "girl talk" sessions.
So, when the phone call came that night, she was particularly bummed out.
She and Franklin were lying in bed. It was around eleven-thirty.
Franklin had just kissed her and suggested in that way of his that they make love.
Then the phone rang. She answered it, and about a minute later hung up.
"Dammit! That was Dave Grayson. He was driving out to the convenience store and his car broke down."
"Shit!"
"Yeah, I know." Franklin got out of bed, threw on some clothes, and was out the door.
Diane was all buzzing with horny energy, and her man wouldn't be back home for, who knows, probably a God damned hour and a half.
Johnny and Susan knocked on the bedroom door.
"Come in."
"Hi! We heard the phone ring. Is everything all right?"
"Oh, the neighbor's car broke down somewhere so your father went out to help."
"Oh. Good. Nothing serious."
"Nothing serious! Bunk! We were just settling down for a little late-night whoopee!"
"Gee, Diane, that's a pain in the neck."
Susan looked at her brother. "Boy, Johnny! YOU'RE not being too helpful!"
"Helpful? What do you want me to do-f-"
Susan nodded her head, smiling.
"Awww, no! Not again! We're not going through all that-" Susan disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door in his face.
"Boy! Big sisters sure are the bane of my existence!"
"What's the matter, Johnny?"
Johnny looked at his stepmother.
Simply put, she was a knockout, sitting up naked in bed with the sheets pulled over her breasts.
Her blonde hair was cut attractively. Few women that age could wear their hair that long and be able to carry it off. Her face was round and her smile inviting.
"Oh, Suzie's just being her usual self again, that's all."
Diane looked at Johnny's bare chest. He only wore the bottom half of his pajamas.
"Is this one of your silly little inside jokes that you won't tell me about?"
Johnny detected a flirtatious note in her voice.
He prayed to God that his cock wouldn't stiffen and embarrass him. Pajamas bottoms don't cover that much.
"Well, yeah, she's got a million of 'em," he said, eyeing her in a slightly less-than-innocent way.
There was a pause. A long pause.
"Ya wanna sit on the edge of the bed and tell me about it?"
That was all it took. That one little phrase, uttered with so much feminine charm-and accompanied by that little raise of the eye brow.
Johnny's dick-head poked through the fly of his pajamas, in full view.
It started to rise upward, until more and more of his cock slid out.
Within seconds, his erection was sticking embarrassingly up out of his pajama bottoms. His face turned bright red.
Diane smiled.
She loved looking at erect cocks.
"Well," she said in a soft, more serious tone, "It looks like I won't miss my whoopee tonight."
He just stood there, frozen.
"Come here, Johnny."
He took a step toward the bed.
"Come here. I won't bite you."
He took another step. Diane let the bedsheet slide down to reveal her two beautiful tits. Big and firm and ripe.
Womanly tits. With big, pink womanly nipples that stuck erect in front of her.
He took another step. His hard-on was rock-solid.
He placed a knee on the bed, and Diane threw the bedsheet over him, welcoming him into bed with her.
She slid his pajama bottoms off, and he lay next to her. Nude.
She wrapped an arm over him.
"You know, Johnny, I think you're a very attractive young man."
"You want to make love, don't you?"
"I've wanted to suck that thick cock of yours ever since Susan told me you had incest with her."
"I don't get it, Diane," he said, drawing two fingers down her smooth cheek.
"Didn't your father ever tell you where we met?"
"No."
"I was part of his family counseling group. When I was about thirteen, I got it on with my brother. So I know all about incest-and I knew that you were ready to go for it as soon as the opportunity presented itself."
"You 're incredibly sexy, Diane."
"So are you. Now shut up and kiss me."
Johnny threw his arm around her shoulder and pressed his other hand against her soft, but commanding face.
He pressed his lips against hers and felt her moist lips charge him full of lust. He felt her thigh rubbing against his hard-on, kicking and shifting-anything to touch that thick penis.
He slid underneath her, and she dominated him.
She grabbed his shoulders, smothering his face with wet, hot kisses.
She kissed his neck-his nicely muscled chest and his shoulders. She began to lick him, starting behind the ear and working her way down to his hairy nipples.
She sucked his teat until he began to gasp with libidinous yearning.
He reached for those big tits, and held each one in his hand.
They were warm-and getting warmer. He spread his fingers wide, pushing and pulling and squeezing those two breasts until Diane herself started to breath loud and deep.
"Jesus, I want that cock."
"You'll have to earn it," Johnny sneered back. He knew how to give women that callous treatment when they wanted it the most.
She slithered down the bed, under the covers.
She applied her slithering tongue to his hottest and most private zones. First, the armpits, where she frenched his smooth, skin with sweet, short strokes.
Then, down the center of his stomach. She loved that hard-flat stomach on men. 'very few things could arouse her more.
Then, she hotly ran her tongue through the tangled knot of soft pubic hair that had only recently begun to grow on that triangular patch just above Johnny's hard penis.
That did it. He became a quivering mass of heated flesh. That was the very spot where Sue, so many years ago, had begun to orally stimulate him.
Then she planted a wet French kiss smack dab in the middle of his smooth, hard underbelly.
She grasped the base of his cock between her fingers and pulled it up, until it pointed directly at her face.
He felt her hair drift across the surface of his cock. It thrilled him.
Then she felt the hot strands of saliva that ran between the roof of her mouth and her quivering tongue.
He knew his cock was inside her mouth, and the knowledge sent him over the edge of sexual fantasy.
She closed, and her lips formed a tight seal around the base of his big dick.
His cock-head pressed against the back of her mouth, reaching almost into the beginning of her throat.
She moaned, and the vibrations of her voice on his cock made him shiver.
Sure, he had done all this before-but never with a mature woman-one almost old enough to be his mother.
There was a difference in that.
Somehow, she seemed to make each move sexier, each lick more enticing. He ached to get his cock inside her pussy.
She sucked hard, and he felt his cock swell up to almost twice its size.
She licked him underneath his cock as she sucked.
Her hands were planted firmly on the sides of his chest. His arms stroked hers up and down.
He rocked his hips and fucked her-fucked her in the mouth.
Until she bit down on his cock and sent shivers up his spine with the feeling of her cold, hard teeth dragging along the spongy sensitivity known as his penis.
The cock popped out of her mouth.
"Fuck me, Johnny. Take me. Ram it into me."
He grabbed her by the wrists and wrestled her for dominant position.
He caught her by surprise. He threw her over on the bed, until she fell on her back, straining against his masculine grip.
He pinned her by placing his knees on her legs.
The skin of her thighs was so smooth, so tender ... !
Johnny was in command now. Of this, his most recent conquest. He brought his erection down, down, down....
He watched her writhe. She threw her head back, and the muscles of her neck popped out. Her veins, too, protruded from beneath the surface of her neck, pulsing with the blood of life.
He banged his cock right against her pussy lips.
"Oh! Ohhhhh...," she cried.
Soon, his cock was splitting the shocked lips of her beaver clean open.
Her pussy was hot, and dripping. It was red.
He rammed it inside, jerking it up and back, up and back, each time driving it down a little farther, until....
He was all the way in.
He felt the magnificent union with her female flesh.
He grabbed her tits, rubbing her nipples to diamond hardness with his palms.
He pulled his cock out, and then rammed it back in again with savage force.
Again and again and again he fucked her with his big, hanging hard-on, until all the muscles of his body knotted into one.
He shot the hot spew of jism into her.
His orgasm came hard, with the sweat and lust that only men can use to dominate and overpower their wanton, sexy, seductive women.
Soon, his cock had thrown all of his masculine essence down into her snatch, and he pulled his body back up.
He looked at her exhausted female form.
She opened her eyes.
"My goodness!" she said, all out of breath. "That was wonderful! You almost made me come! So I guess we'll have something to look forward to next time." She smiled.
"If you're gonna ask for a golden shower-forget it," Johnny said, and went back to bed.
