Our mouths were so wet together! I was tingling all over! The way he kissed was like nothing any boy had ever done to me!
"Oh, Connie ... Connie," Dad panted, his hand roaming over my teenage crop of pubic hair. "Mother knows how long I've wanted you, Connie. I've watched your breasts grow ... and your legs become strong enough to hold a man deep inside your....
"Oh, baby, how I've wanted to kiss you ... your breasts, Connie ... oh, those tits!" Dad almost cried out, as he moved down my body and cupped his hands under my tits. My nipples were small then, but I was so ready for his tongue, that when I saw him licking his lips in preparation for sucking-I thrust my body upward, towards his hungry mouth!
"Kiss them, Dad! Oh, please ... suck my titties!"
CHAPTER ONE
My big, muscular, Greek-god of a husband would probably be too conceited to admit it. But, all things considered, last weekend wasn't bad at all. Of course, with those three millionaires and their wild friends, we never know when to expect some outside action. But weekends are nearly always good for a one-anda-half to a two day orgy. When they take a vacation or come down here from their executive suites in New York for a week or more, the orgies never end. They get their money's worth and more from this bunch.
None of us have any real reason to complain. We've got it made-a private beach estate with our own secluded swimming pool just north of Miami, a bank account that never runs under a five thousand dollar average, two late-model cars, and a sexy French maid who doesn't need to speak a word of English to turn anybody on.
It started out about two o'clock Saturday afternoon when the alarm clock rang. It didn't wake up Greg, my husband, because he had come home from a poker party at seven that morning, drunk and having lost eight hundred dollars. I don't remember too much about what the rest of the family had done the Friday night before. I think they had dates with people in town (which is really kind of cheating on our millionaire "keepers," because they expect us to be here for their exclusive enjoyment all the timemore or less).
As for myself, I had wanted to finish a good murder-mystery book I was reading, and then look at the Late-Late Show on our new color TV. Sure, I felt sexy. I always do. But never call me a nymphomaniac! Call me oversexed, bisexual, perverted, even a cocksucker or a cunt eater. But it's my eighteen-year-old sister Vickie who's the real nympho in the family. And she couldn't get enough sex with me that night. It was only when I made her agree to eat me once for every time I ate her, that I began to like it. Oh, she's got a body all right. A little chubby, but all in the right places.
Vickie weighs 139 pounds, but it's distributed out to about 38C-25-39, and she's five-three. She has a thing about me, being her older sister at twenty-one and very blonde and weighing only 126 pounds, an inch taller than her, and measuring 36-24-36. She can put one of her big nipples in my cunt and actually screw me with it. And there are times she can turn me on more than anybody. I introduced her to sex with girls when she was a lot younger, so maybe I have only myself to blame. Men like her. They love that big, firm ass and thighs and the crazy titties. But I think I'm sexier. Maybe I'm as conceited as my husband is.
Greg was a stud when I met him, but he wasn't for men. He hustled women, and the ones around Miami with the big bankrolls love him. I can take him or leave him. Well ... maybe I should be more honest. Sex with a lot of people can be good, but Greg is something else. The big thing about him ... is his thing! It's eleven inches long and damn thick. A lot of women get nervous and tighten up on him and can't take it. But I know more than one good-looking chick about thirty to thirty-five who'll pay him a hundred bucks or more just to lay in bed with him and play with it and suck it. Eleven inches is abnormal! But what a cock to eat!
He's the same age as I am, and my dad likes to take pictures of us fucking or sixty-nining, and my mother likes his cock for plain, old-fashioned fucking. Mother's only thirty-eight and still firm and built. She's on a diet and takes exercises, plays a lot of tennis and golf and spends a lot of the time on the beach in her bikini (like I do) or naked in the sun at our private pool, surrounded by a high wood fence.
Mother's got tits like you always wish some of those women in the old movies had ... the ones in the real low neckline Victorian gowns and formals. The cleavage looked great, but they probably hung to the floor without a good uplift. Margie, my mother, wears a 38-B bra. She's 25 at the waist and has a cute ass that's one of the curviest I've ever seen.
Her hips only measure 35, which makes her a little top-heavy. Nobody complains. She's firm and nice and has a beautiful pair of legs that I bet will be just as sexy when she's fifty.
I better get back to last Saturday afternoon and then III explain about our wayout family more a little bit later. I let Greg go ahead and sleep while I went in and took a nice, long shower. I like showers, because I like to play with myself and let the jets of water hit my open cunt. It's a great lack, really!
I can do it best in a bathtub that has a shower, because you can aim the water better. What I did, after I'd washed myself real "scrub-clean" all over, was to turn on the cold water to full force. I aimed the spray toward the back of the tub and stood back there holding my cunt lips open so that some of the jets splatted right on my clit.
Oh, that moved me. I could feel an orgasm coming on if I worked it right. I went up and turned the spray onto "HOT'! When I moved back and held open my cunt for the hot sprays of water, I started to cry. The pain was beautiful! It was marvelous! It reminded me of the first cock I ever had and how it hurt and made me cry ... but I wanted it! I needed it. It made me so groovy that I got out of the shower and rubbed myself dry in front of the full-length mirror on our bathroom door. I like to look at my tits and open up the lips of my cunt and look!
I'm an exhibitionist, a voyeur, a narcissist. You name it and I'm right with you. Your kick is mine, unless you go in for the hardcore SM or bathroom stuff. Not for me. When I was watching myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I was being both a voyeur and a narcissist. I don't masturbate very much alone, but I was feeling pretty sexy then, and I watched how my two fingers clipped up into my cunt and came out gooey, pulling along some of my reddish-blonde pubic hairs. I was hot!
I slipped on a pair of tight, white hot pants with a little red hem around each thigh and at my belly. Without panties, my pubic patch was almost visible through the thin white material. And they were so tight that each contour of my ass, my mound above my pussy, and the division of the lips themselves were out-lined. Naturally, I had wiped out my cunt and hoped I wouldn't get too aroused again or I'd have a wet crotch. Not that it would make much difference. Mr. Wallace (Al), likes to see my crotch wet through hot pants or slacks. It psychs him up.
For the top, after I reached down to squeeze and play with my nipples a little and rub them with my wet fingertips, I put on nothing but a sleeveless, V-neck blouse made of stretch nylon. It was red and matched the trim on the hot pants. I resisted the temptation to take off my hot pants and put a vibrator in my pussy while I combed out my hair. Vickie keeps one up her all the time she's sitting in bed reading or watching TV in her own room. She also masturbates herself while we sit down to eat sometimes. Not me. I'm oversexed, but not nympho.
I had just finished combing out my hair when I heard a car drive up at the side of the house. It was a big car, so I guessed that it was Mr. Wallace. He always rents a Cadillac as soon as he gets to Miami. Mr. Albert Wallace is forty-five years old and is vice-president and one-fourth owner of a big computer company in New York ... or maybe it's New Jersey.
He has a wife and kids, of course, but they don't make the scene here with him. He's got the hots for his seventeen-year-old daughter (by his first wife), and he says she looks like me. I'm not real gone on him, but he's great at oral sex, and I often tell him, when he's in the right mood, and I spread my legs, "Honey, just call me a cafeteria!"
When I looked out the window, I saw that it was Al getting out of the car. He must have changed in town, because he was wearing slacks and a real colorful T-shirt with his college fraternity emblem on it. He's short and sort of pudgy, which makes for big and flabby chests. He should never wear a tight stretch thing like a T-shirt. When he jogs around, his breasts flop around in the shirt like a woman without her bra.
I saw Annette, our cute, twenty-three-year-old French maid, go out to help him bring in his golf clubs and suitcase. He greeted her with a long lass in her own language. Sometimes, I get jealous, although I know I shouldn't. Annette is a cute darling with a figure like about 38-27-39, and I love to play with her big, white, smooth, lovely ass. But so do a lot of other people.
As I watched Al kissing her, I saw his hand reach back and pull up her short uniform so that he could feel her hips. She had on briefs, but in about one minute, he had his hand under the elastic and all over her bare ass. I liked to watch it, but I was still a little jealous, and I didn't want to get too excited myself right at that moment.
Annette told him she was having her period, but she was only teasing him by having put in a tampon. I saw the disappointed look on Al's face when he tried to put his hand to her crotch. I stuck my head out the window and laughed. "Too bad, Al," I yelled. "You might as well go home. All the girls are having their periods today."
"Very well," he called up to me in that distinguished, business-like voice of his, but with a smirk on his lips too. "This will have to be my weekend for boys. Where's your kid brother?"
"A bee stung him on his thing, and another one right on his rear," I joked back the way I knew Al liked. "And Dad's on a drunk."
"What about that husband of yours?" Al asked, still playing with Annette's legs as she kissed his face and neck and tried to understand our crude humor. "Perhaps I'm in the mood for something big and long this weekend."
"Too bad about that, Al," I said, thinking quickly. "He got it up last night and we couldn't get it to go down. Bobby (my brother, who is fourteen whacked it with a baseball bat and broke it. It's in a splint."
"Go to hell," he said with a big laugh, squeezing Annette's braless titties through her uniform. "I'll meet you in the sex room and have Ann bring us some drinks and a little sandwich or some of her French canapes."
The sex room was just that. It was the entire basement of the big house that had been finished to the special order of Adam, Al and Jeffrey, our three benefactors. It had special lighting that was controlled by a little panel of switches and dials. Any color we wanted was available at our fingertips, and the lights could be bright to very dim.
The carpet was specially made by a Georgia manufacturer, which was owned by Jeffrey's conglomerate. It was four times thicker than average and the pile was very rich. With a foam rubber backing that was also thick, it was just as comfortable to have sex on the floor as it was on any of the three double king-sized beds that were strategically placed around the huge room, which was air-conditioned and soundproof.
A bar was built in at one side, there was stereo mood music playing most of the time. And there were three separate bathrooms opening into the room along one wall. Big beach towels filled the linen closets, along with velvet as well as regular sheets. The night tables had dildos, vibrators, and straps and little whips for the very mild S and M stuff.
When I walked into the sex room with a little sway to my well-out-lined ass, Al was setting up the tape cartridges in the stereo and holding a glass of iced amber liquid that I knew was Scotch and soda. Annette entered with a very happy smile on her face, carrying a tray of canapes, cheeses and things. Her smile turned sour when she saw me there in my sexy hot pants and the V-neck with no bra.
The French girl wasn't wearing a thing under her nylon uniform. I could tell that when she walked between me and the brighter lighting that surrounded the bar. I knew what she had wanted from Al, even though she was having her period. She was French all the way, and cocksucking was her favorite sport. She just couldn't imagine that American girls could do a man (or a woman) anything like a Frenchie.
"Well" Al said with a big smile after he closed the built-in stereo cabinet and held out his arms to me. "How's the girl with the golden crotch? And how many little naughty things have you done since last week?"
"Everything ... darling," I teased him with a husky voice and blew in his ear as we embraced. "Mother has found a marvelous new way to let Greg ... fuck her ass ... darling."
"Oh, what a sight that would be," Al said, just before his tongue slipped into my mouth and his hands grabbed my buttocks. "If they keep working at it, maybe Greg can get it in her ass. When he does, I want to be in her pussy. I'd dearly love to feel my cock banging against his when we hit bottom."
"You're a dirty old man!" I accused, jokingly, then steered him over by the bar where Annette was arranging the canapes. "Oh, Annette, would you mind being a good girl and fixing me a gin and tonic?"
Annette spoke little English, but there was no doubt about her understanding what I had asked for. The men had brought her over as our maid primarily. Her sexual favors came second. She had caused some dissension because Adam Farrington liked her for sex very much ... much more than the others. He would take her side when we had problems. But Adam Farrington wasn't here yet, so I cleared my throat and spoke with the tones of a haughty bitch!
"I said to fix me a gin and tonic, Annette!"
The girl was leaning over the bar so that Al could have a good look at her tits. She was waiting to see his reaction. The girl considered the men to be her employers (which they actually were) and she disliked the role of playing maid to the Wilson family.
"My! My!" Al exclaimed, smiling at her as he reached down the front of her uniform and grabbed a nipple, squeezing it with all his might! "Get Connie her goddamn drink!"
We're all a little sadistic, I guess. I watched as the infuriated Al kept squeezing and twisting the big red nipple on her big tits. She screamed and cried and begged him to let go, promising to get my drink, which she did.
"And take off that skimpy uniform," Al told her, after I began to sip the cooling gin and quinine water. "I like to see you walking around naked when you wait on us. Play with your pussy a little too, Annette. You're an excellent masturbator. But keep the bloody tampon inside!"
I can't take it away from her. Anne is very, very sexy. She has dark hair and bright, expressive brown eyes. Her tits are almost as big as mine, but what turns on the men are her long, full legs and that big and shapely ass. She stripped off and Al looked at her hungrily. He licked his lips, then told her to come out from behind the bar and masturbate.
Annette smiled as she walked across to the closest bed, knowing that both Al and I were marveling at her huge ass cheeks as they swiveled in an erotic counter-balance to her titties. The cleavage between her cheeks was very deep, more so than usual, and it was fascinating to pull them apart and find her asshole. I think her rear was her chief attraction for some people.
Al took off his shirt, pants and shorts, then moved his bar stool closer to mine as we faced toward the bed. Annette lay down with her knees up and thighs apart, so that we were staring directly into her crotch, and could see the big melons on her chest, as well as the expressions on her face.
She began to sway and writhe very subtly at first, trying to pick up the tempo of the background music. Her hands cupped her breasts and played with them fondly. She let her thumbs graze the nipples (I could see how red and swollen the one was Al had brutalized). The expressions on her face were terrific! She very slowly licked her lips and then began to roll her face very slowly from side to side. The languor and ecstasy of her self-enjoyment was taking hold.
While her left hand continued to handle and massage her left breast, her right hand moved slowly down the right side of her body. Her lips pursed when the tips of her fingers crept over her abdomen and touched her hairs and pubic mound. She pressed the mound gently and smiled erotically, enjoying each sensation thoroughly, and completely gave herself over to self-satisfaction and exhibitionism. She told Al that she had removed her tampon and douched.
"I like ... like...." she moaned aloud, her luscious body squirming, her legs parting more until the lips of her cunt were wide open and the inside pink flesh already partly visible. One of her inner lips was quite large and very sensitive. She could come easily by having it sucked, nibbled, or even just by fingering.
"Hot pussy, wet, juicy ..she mumbled, leading her fingers in between the wide lips and working them around until we could actually hear the liquid sound of her juiciness. She began to work in a steady rhythm, bringing down her other hand to hold her cunt open and allow us to watch it all. Annette's clit was very pronounced, and she liked the "sexy" part of spitting on her fingers (though it was not necessary) and then bringing them down to massage her clit. Then, she would put the fingers back in her mouth to suck them.
Al worked the switch panel to make the room appear bathed in bright yellow light. It created a weird sort of feeling and made Annette appear unusually erotic ... almost in a bizarre way, as if she were out on the beach with the sunshine of high noon burning down on her perspiring body with an oily glow.
Al put an arm around me and lifted my blouse so he could fondle my tits. He squeezed them one at a time using both hands, and then worked his fingers teasingly around each nipple, refusing to touch the more sensitive bud itself. I looked down at his cock. He had about six inches and it was sticking up from his seated crotch like a broomstick handle. Al was too chubby to really enjoy being fucked by, but he was a good eater, and almost as way-out as Jeffrey Cunningham, the thirty-five-year-old and youngest of our three millionaires.
"Al ... suck my nipple ... the way you like?" I asked him breathily.
He backed his stool up a little closer to the bar so he could continue to watch Annette's masturbation performance. Then, he cupped one of my tits from underneath my blouse and pushed it so that the excited nipple was clearly and tightly out-lined by the stretch nylon material. He placed his lips over the nipple and beyond, but through the sleek blouse.
I cringed with a sudden surge of passion when I could tell that he was letting his saliva soak the material and make it cling more sexily to the nipple and surrounding area. I was in the mood, that mood when I can be turned on more by the unusual sensation of his licking and lapping at my sensitive nipple through the wet silky material. I began to breathe heavier and rub the tops of my thighs together. And I was still watching every move Annette made, too.
She was almost crying as she moved her naked body up and down on the bed and grasped inside her crotch with the fingers of both hands. She had a shuddering and screaming orgasm. She licked her cunt-soaked fingers from one hand at the climax and then forced it deep into the large cleavage of her ass.
"Oh ... wanna fuck me, Al?" she cried out.
"Keep at it!" he ordered her. "Don't stop until I tell you to. But if it gets messy, douche again!"
And then his tongue went back to work, torturing my nipple with its teasing through the wet, clinging blouse. He knows I can have an orgasm from having my nipples sucked, but that I can't quite make it when he sucks them through the cloth. I became hysterical on more than one occasion when he continued to work on me so long after that feeling of frustrated sexual madness had hit me.
When he suddenly let go of my nipple and slid off the stool, he ordered Annette to get on her knees by the side of the bed and finger her ass for us. She moved down to the plush, padded carpet. She reached back and placed each hand on a buttock, and then pulled them apart. She did it slowly, which is a very sexy thing to watch. She has so much ass to pull open before she exposes the little brown hole. Her ass cheeks are white and supple, lovely to feel when I'm being eaten, even if it's just a sixty-nine with her and myself. We detest each other, but we desire each others' bodies quite often.
As I watched her spit on her fingers and then squeeze them deeply into her anus, I was aware that my stool was being moved and my legs spread apart. Al was on his knees below me, and he had turned the stool a little so that he could continue to watch Annette as he smoothed his hands up my thighs and beneath the trimming of my hot pants.
When I looked down, I could see that the crotch was thoroughly soaked through. That excited him terrifically! He began to salivate heavily and actually drool as he put his mouth to my wet, encased crotch. Oh, the sensation was magnificent! He was licking the crotch of my hot pants and I chilled and shuddered all over at the feel of his lips. Again, it was a torturous tease!
Al licked hard and sucked and the noises it made, sucking through my hot pants, made me hot too. He also blew with all his might, and most of it went into my pussy and made my lips give out with queer "flapping" sounds.
"Al ... fuck me now ... please...?" I beseeched him.
"You'll get fucked, Connie," he promised, his eyes glazed over as he watched Annette's long, delicate fingers squish in and out of her asshole. "But ... later, huh...?"
"Hey! Can I have a real drink ... whiskey, like Mr. Wallace?" a small voice suddenly intruded.
It came from my little brother, Bobby. He was walking down the steps in his swim trunks and watching Al lick my crotch. He's a sweet kid, kind of small and nice, with a slim, but sexy ass. He turns on both men and women sometimes, and for a moment, when I saw the excited look in Al's eyes, I thought he wanted to suck him off.
"Get your damn hot pants off, Connie ... quick!" he asked me. "And get just on the edge of the bar stool. I want to grease it up with a couple of strokes."
I was puzzled a little bit, but I went right on and pushed my hot pants down my legs and kicked them away toward the corner of the room. Al was breathing heavily. He walked up to my stool and led his cock to my drippy cunt. He pushed way deep inside, then brought it out. He was more intensely excited than I had known for a long time.
"Listen, Connie," he whispered to me breathlessly, "Annette doesn't know it yet, but in ... about ten seconds, I'm going over there and ram this thing balls deep into her asshole. Now ... you can watch me ram her ... heh! You like that, don't you, Connie? Yeah...."
"Please fuck me first ... just a little more," I begged him.
"Not now!" he whispered firmly. "I want you and Bobby to get up on the same bed there and fuck so that I can watch you while I ass ream that French gal."
I began to shudder, feeling that I was going to come right then, but he pulled out of me and went right over to the bed and crouched behind Annette. Taking her by complete surprise, he grasped her buttocks and rammed his cock right in her asshole as she was pulling out her two fingers on the outstroke.
"Oh! Oh! Man Dieu! You keel me!" she screamed.
"You've had it up the ass before, Frenchie," he yelled at her with an ecstatic and gleeful note to his voice. "Goddamn, it's all the way up there! Wheel What a fucking ass!"
Al knelt over her back slightly and brought his hands up under her body. He twisted and pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts as his cock kept going in and out, in and out, in and out, Yes, Al was right. I love to watch a girl get it in the ass, and I could think of nobody with a sexier ass at that moment than Annette. She was still screaming, crying and wiggling and writhing, but the pain had turned to passion. Annette was pretty masochistic too. She deliberately made us mad at her sometimes, just so that we would mistreat her. My mother, father and my sister Vickie had some pretty weird ways to treat her when she pissed them off about something. For that matter, most of us did, including me, very definitely.
"Bobby!" I called out to my little brother who was over at the bar drinking Scotch. "You're not quite fifteen years old yet! You know what Mom and Dad said they'd do if they ever caught you drinking down here."
"Oh, shit!" he yelled at me, but gulped down the whole drink
"Come on," I ordered him exasperatedly, as I looked down at his trunks. "You haven't even got a hard-on yet."
"No ... but I sure will if Annette sucks it a little.
Bobby had a real gleam in his eye as he took off the swim trunks and crawled up on the vast bed. From the way Annette was leaning over on the bed, both she and Al faced us. Bobby lay down and rolled over and over until he was right up against her face. She was licking her lips hungrily as Bobby put his penis up to her lips. She brought one of her hands around front as she no longer needed to hold open her cheeks, and grasped the little cock between two fingers.
Annette's hot, long tongue flicked out at it, teasing the circumcised head and then putting her wet lips over it and sucking. It was not too comfortable a position for either of them, but Annette was crazy about Bobby's cock. She would say sometimes, "Oh, sweet little boy's preeckl I suck'm...."
She was really sucking it then too, gulping and moving her lips. She wanted to make him come in her mouth, but I pulled him over when I saw that all three and a half inches of him were hard as could be. While he was on his back, I went down and sucked it a little too. That drove Al into sexual insanity to watch "big married sis" eating 'little brother." I didn't mind.
But Bobby was still a pretty quick ejaculator, so I knew not to suck it too much. I let it stand up while I proceeded to lick his belly button and suck on his tiny, tiny nipples. It used to tickle him and make him laugh when I did that, but he had matured enough so that it had a sexy effect on him.
"Fuck her, Bobby! Fuck her!" Al cried out. "Give her a good fuck, and we'll all come together."
Whether Al knew it or not, I was pretty sure that Annette had orgasmed about ten times since she first t started playing with herself for us. She has multiple orgasms that she can keep pretty quiet. But for her final orgasm with her partner, she shakes and shudders and screams like an earthquake had hit her.
"Try to make it last a little, okay, Bobby?" I requested as I turned over on my back. "And do it like I showed you last week."
Bobby was getting pretty good at learning how to use his little prick effectively on older girls and Mother too. He only had a little come, but what he did have tasted good. He usually got sucked off more than any other male at a weekend bash. First, he got over me and pressed his crotch to mine so that his balls and cock were in between our pressed bodies.
"That's it, Bobby," I told him. "Now ... down ... slip down easy until you feel the back of your peter sliding against my wet lips."
His little balls hit my cunt first and gave me quite a nice jolt as they rubbed over my clit. Next, he would let his whole length of hard cock (the back of it) slide rubbingly across my clit until the head was just about to go under the top of my lips. At that point, he would come back up and slide over it again. After he had done that six or seven times, I would be hot enough so that the slightest direct contact of his cock with my clit or inner lips could get me off. When he was balls deep in my pussy, he teased me like hell, because only the head would go into my vagina to any great extent. With my youngest sister, Melody, he was great. They fit real good, and he could make her come easier than most of the men because he didn't stretch her or hurt her any.
Finally, Bobby slipped his cock on down and let it go in my cunt. He pushed it from side to side as he fucked so that it rubbed my inner lips very nicely. I had my arms around his back and was nuzzling my face in his long, brown hair. He was so small that it was very difficult for us to lass when he was fucking me.
Both Al and Annette seemed to be getting more out of watching Bobby fuck me than their own contact. Their eyes were glazed and glued to his cock slipping in and out, and the way I would put my legs up in the air so he could penetrate me better. It was also a turn on for them to watch Bobby's little hands squeezing my tits, and his little mouth sucking on the nipples. We were in a good position for that, and the ldd loved to do it. In fact, he likes to just suck my nipples sometimes while he jacks off. And he does the same with others too. Mother found him doing it with Annette one time (the afternoon of the same day she had seen Annette sucking him off by the swimming pool in the morning) and she got pretty mad. She says Annette's paying too much attention to him and she doesn't like it. Frankly, I think she's jealous, because Mother sleeps alone with him a lot of nights when things are quiet.
But I like Bobby a lot too, as I said, and I was really enjoying the way he rubbed that cock on my inner lips when he fucked, when Al had a brilliant idea. He wanted us to work our way over a little closer to them so that Bobby's ass would be at their faces.
Annette was able to lift her head up only far enough so that she could lick the hip that was next to her. But Al leaned over further until he found he could lick all over one of Bobby's cute little ass cheeks and reach into the cleavage with his finger and play with his asshole, while he was still screwing Annette there.
"No, no ... not that way," Al panted, so hung up on little Bobby's ass he could hardly talk. "Turn ... turn around halfway ... so ... so your legs are around ... our sides."
What a crazy imagination our three millionaire's (and one of their wives) had when it came to grooving with more than two. I knew then what he wanted, and I knew that Bobby was going to get the best end of the deal. We moved ourselves around after he took his hard little cock out of me. I lay on my back with my cunt almost in Annette's face and my legs hanging over the side of the bed.
Suddenly, before Bobby got back into place, Annette began to Hck, lap and suck at my cunt like crazy, and said, "Love American puss-ee ... love ... taste ... suck puss-ee!" I had two orgasms, very quickly, one right after the other. Annette did like my pussy, and it made me tingle to hear the way she pronounced it when she was in her real "Frenchie" moods.
Bobby was real hot by that time, and he wanted to get his cock right back in me. So, he crawled over me and dug his knees just outside my thighs, into the bed. I had to squeeze Al and Annette by tightening my legs around their bodies. And while Bobby's chief desire was to get his little peter back in his big sister's cunt, Al pulled open the cheeks of his ass and started to lick him.
Bobby began to give me deep thrusts, levering himself at his hips, so that on the in-stroke, Annette could lick his asshole with her flickering tongue, and when he pulled backward on the out-stroke, Al had a tongue going for him. I was a little lucky, in that Annette could get her tongue at my cunt lips and lick for a second or two when Al was enjoying his "taste" on Bobby's out-stroke.
"Oh, Connie! Oh, Sis!" Bobby whined with sudden passion as he fucked me faster. "I'm coming, Sis. Oh, Sis ... you make me feel so good. I love you, Sis!"
"Cocks away!" Al called out, and I could turn my neck enough to see that he had left his penis buried in Annette's ass and was obviously filling her with his come. I liked the taste of Al's come, so I was doubly mad when Bobby pulled out, and I hadn't quite made it. I put my fingers down on my clit and rubbed myself off quickly, but it wasn't what I wanted. I was frustrated as hell.
When Al and Annette went to one of the bathrooms to clean up together, and she admitted she was teasing him about having her period, I sucked and sucked on Bobby's cock. At least that's one thing you can say for a young kid, he can get it up again pretty quickly. It only took me about three or four minutes and all the time he was making me feel so good by telling me what a wonderful sister I was.
I decided to have a little more control over the situation when the fucking started, so I told Bobby to lay on his back and I would straddle his body and "ride" his cock. When I do that, I have the feeling that I'm the one doing the fucking. We were both in a pretty good mood and I "rode" his cock slowly, just languoring in the sensations he produced in me. When I had control like that, I could move up until the head of his hard cock was just wobbling around in the front part of my cunt. I could let it slide up to my clit, and I would move my ass around. His head would rub all over it and make me come. As I was having another set of multiple orgasms, I remembered that Annette had not come when Al did.
Annette had been having multiples, just like me, but there wasn't that final, extra wild climax. It made me wonder if Al was eating her off while they were in the bathroom, or whether she might be a little frustrated too. But my thoughts were interrupted by Mother's sudden appearance. She was fully dressed and still carrying a bunch of packages, so I guessed (correctly) she had just come in from a shopping trip to Miami or Miami Beach and had to rush down to the sex room to see what was going on.
"Is Al here?" she asked, smiling at the way I was "riding" Bobby. "That must be his car outside. I think Adam and Bhoda should be here later. I saw them in town, but they didn't see me...."
"Oh, Mother ... Mother!" I cried out. "I just can't go off like I need to. Bobby can do it ... but it's just not working this time."
"I'll be undressed to join you in a few minutes," she said, sitting on the bed beside us and kissing me with her tongue as she heard Al and Annette talking in the bathroom. "Here ... let me do this...."
She laid down her packages and purse and gestured for Bobby to get out from under me. I lay down near the edge of the bed and mother sat down by my calves, then reached over to lean down between my legs. Her soft, wonderful lips began caressing my upper thighs. What a wonderfully sexual person she is, and how well she knows how to make me have good orgasms.
While Bobby stood at the side of the bed and pulled her dress up so he could look at her stockinged legs and play with himself, Mother's tongue worked its way around my cunt lips, teasing and tasting, ever progressing but at an almost painfully slow pace. Her left arm went around the undercrease of my right buttock, just at the top of my thigh.
Mother wiggled her hand beneath the crease of my ass as her tongue continued to lick and lap inside my pussy, bathing my already soaked inner flesh with saliva as she went. And then she began two movements in the same tempo. As her tongue lapped sensately at my highly responsive pussy innards, she would jab two fingers into my very sensitive anus. I was perspiring from the excitement, and her two fingers went right in with no trouble at all, just one vigorous push.
As she fuck-moved them in and out of my clinging asshole, her tongue took little jabs inside my vagina, first hitting at my clit, then one of my inner lips, and then she would swoop it way down until it felt as if it were as far in me as Bobby's cock would go. It was a thrill to look at her-my beautiful mother, fully, but tightly and revealingly dressed, her skirt kept up at her waist by Bobby, and her legs spread awkwardly, as she leaned over my legs to eat me.
Mother is thirty-eight years old, but you'd never know it. Her legs are completely unblemished and shapely, and her big tits are always exposed in one way or another. In cold weather, she wears tight, clinging, turtleneck sweaters, and real thin bras. In a bikini, her tits look like they'll fall out any second, but she knows all the tricks. In summertime, which is most of the time down here, she's always making up new ways to show off her breasts.
Sometimes, she simply wears a sheer blouse and no bra at all, when she's in one of her daring moods, and I mean right down the middle of the street in downtown Miami or Miami Beach. Her nipples are big and red and her breasts are firm as a woman half her age. While she was sucking my pussy, I could look and see her breasts cradled in a thin, mesh bra, through a very low-neck, white blouse. And I could feel them too, with only the two nylon-sheer pieces of cloth between them and my thigh. They rubbed across my thigh a little and I could feel the difference between the swollen nipples and the supple smoothness of her tit flesh. That's how sensitive my thighs are to touch ... my whole body for that matter.
I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm as she continued to lick, then suck, suck, then lick, lick then suck in my pussy. I could tell how excited she was becoming too. I think all the females in our family secrete as much pussy juice as some men do of their come. If two of us get to working on each other, either sixty-nining or flat fucking, or just using fingers on each other, the sheets get soaked just as if we'd ejaculated on them.
And there was Mother's crotch. I could look right down at it, where Bobby was holding her legs apart so he could watch her pussy and the beautifully stockinged legs. She seldom wore pants. It was wild to watch Bobby straining and working to get himself hard and off again, his eyes occasionally shifting back to watch Mother's tongue in my pussy.
I knew Mother was in a hurry and had started to eat me just because I was so frustrated, but then she was getting so hot too, which is what I mean about the way the Wilson girls have so much juice. I could see her glistening pussy lips and the soaked pubic hairs all around them, and it was obvious she could have used some excitement between her lovely legs at that point.
"Oh, Mother ... Mother!" I cried out helplessly because of the sudden way she had begun to concentrate hard lip-rubs on my clit. "You ... you're going to make me go off!"
My big orgasm was beginning, and I stretched out my left arm so I could diddle her clitty and make her come, too, when Al and Annette came walking out of the bathroom naked and their eyes lit up like New Years'!
"My favorite eating pussy!" Al exclaimed, running over and plopping himself on the carpet so that he could get his mouth up to Mother's cunt.
"Bobby! Naughty!" Annette admonished my little brother, who was beating his cock faster and faster. "Come here to Annette. I suckee preeck!"
Annette scooted down into a reclining position on the floor between Bobby's legs. She grabbed each cheek of his ass and brought them down squashingly on her tits, while her lips and tongue lapped out for his cock, which he finally put down into her mouth. She loved his cock, and I knew why. He didn't shoot off very much, but everything he did was natural. He wasn't as depraved as the rest of us. Sex in any form was natural to Bobby, and he loved us.
I watched the way she sucked it. Maybe she did have a better technique than I. Bobby couldn't hold it. He was coming into her mouth and his body was spasmic. Annette could suck the life out of a male or female. And all she was receiving in return then was fingerfucking herself and wiggling all over the carpet and rolling over and over.
Margie, my mother, began to move around too, with Al sucking her cunt. She forgot about all the packages she had and the fact that she was fully dressed. I could tell it by the way she worked her hot tongue on my clit. I was having beautiful multiple orgasms! I could see Al's tongue lapping in and out of her cunt. I could hear his sucking noises as he drained her of every drop of secretion.
And after Annette sucked whatever come she could get from Bobby, she was right up on my tits, sucking and milking them with her hot French mouth, and whispering in breathless pants, "Oh do not be mad with me, Connie. I love to suck you puss-eee! Tomorrow night! Ah, no! Maybe Monday or Tuesday, you let me sleep with you? I like you alone to suck puss-ee. Maybe Greg, he sleep with Melody. He like fuck your little sister ... yes?"
"I want to watch you suck Greg off," I told her quite frankly, and I pushed my right tit up to her mouth. "But ... if you're a good French cunt ... I might let you eat me all night and we can get Melody to sleep with Greg. She's quite fond of him, you know?"
"But ees cock ees too beeg!" Annette exclaimed, as she began to lick up between my tits and lass my neck and lips. "He will keel her with that big cock! I also, it will choke me."
"I still want to see you suck off Greg," I insisted, and I started to come again, just as the door from upstairs opened, and we had more sexy people to join the orgy.
"Oh, Bobby, my sweets!" Rhoda Farrington called out, squeezing and hugging him and kissing his little body all over. "Oh, what a pity! Mother will have to make it big and hard again. Oh, Annette, dear! Will you help me get undressed?"
"All right, Al! I see you're trying to suck my favorite pussy dry," Rhoda's fifty-four-year-old husband, Adam Farrington (reputed to be one of the twelve richest men in the Western World) said. "No need to undress, my dear Margie. I'm going to suck you right there ... don't move...."
Rhoda was forty-nine years old and quite well preserved, the only wife of our "keepers," who participated with our family sex games. By herself, and with Adam, she had literally lived all over the world and would get a big sexual thrill out of telling us about some of the offbeat sexual adventures they enjoyed in various countries. They liked young boys and girls, and I found out that they have a grown daughter and a fifteen-year-old son. I'm no psychologist, but I think it's pretty obvious that I was an incest substitute for their older daughter, while Bobby played the same kind of role as a substitute for their son.
Rhoda has a very nice body, mainly because she's slim and has no fatty tits or thighs or ass. Greg is able to get most of his eleven inches in her, and he says she's not a bad fuck at all. But, poor Greg. There are so few women who can take his cock in their pussies. It took months of work and training and lubrication before I could.
I looked over at Adam as he sucked Mother's already steaming pussy. He used to say that he just loved to "wash his face in pussy," and the way he was going at Mother's outstretched cunt, I could believe it. He seemed to be trying to bury his head in her crotch.
Mother had moved into a different position and I had almost half of the bed to myself, but not for long. Al came over and lay beside me and asked me to leisurely play with his cock for a while as he relaxed. I started to finger my clit, letting the tip of it rub and roll nicely over the little passion bump.
Fortunately, I did not have to masturbate my frustrated clit but a few seconds. My nympho sister, Vickie walked down in only her dressing gown, which she discarded as soon as she saw that the orgy had started. She spotted the fact immediately that no one was taking care of my pussy but myself.
"Got you now, my sexy sister!" she exclaimed, climbing up on the bed and going down on me immediately.
Al became a little irked because he really did want to relax with just me. He got up and went over to one of the other beds to lay down. Vickie turned her ass invitingly up toward my head as her tongue explored each sensitive crevice of my hot, wet pussy. Vickie is plump, as I said, and both her tits and ass are a delight. I pulled her over on top of me.
The feel of her huge, firm breasts grinding into my belly as I spread her legs apart and looked up into her moist crotch, was very nice. The night before, she had irritated me, but Saturday afternoon, I was sexed up from the beginning of the orgy, and I welcomed the smell between her thighs. I began to kiss and lick the inner portions right up to her pussy lips. At the same time, Vickie was squirming all over me and I could feel the hard buds of her big nipples.
We had sex together so much that we never needed to talk very much. We knew what we wanted. I like the full firmness of Vickie's thighs and ass, so as I licked up into her liquid, open pussy, I put my arm around her upper thighs and squeezed and hugged them. I licked a little more, letting my tongue slide over the insides and then "dot" the clit every half minute or so.
We kept this up for a long time. We enjoy it that way. Each time I would press the tip of my tongue on her clit, I would hug and squeeze her upper thighs simultaneously. Being on the bottom, my face was literally bathed in her pussy juice, and it was running down my cheeks, into my hair, and onto the sheets. We had plenty of clean ones and a soft, washable rubber pad was underneath the bottom sheets at all times, so a little juice on the bed never bothered us. In fact I can remember one big gang-fuck-suck with about twelve of us on one of the double king-sized beds when the sheets were actually soaked through completely with our juices and come.
As Vickie and I continued with our sixty-nine, and I would throw my hips upward to her and feel her teeth bang against my pelvis bone with each orgasm, I began to hug and squeeze higher and higher until I was finally embracing the big globes of her buttocks. When I pulled the cheeks apart and lifted my head to travel the long ravine with my tongue, she cried out with delight.
Vickie is very, very anal-erotic, so I did not hesitate to stick one finger from each hand deeply into her anus and pull the bodily entrance wide apart. I glued my mouth to it and licked inside. I sucked. I blew forcefully into her and the sensations and noises made her grow delirious with pleasure. She wanted to get to my asshole too, but the position we were in prevented it. I continued my blowing, licking and sucking for a full five minutes, until we both were nearly exhausted.
When I leaned back on the pillow and began to lick her drooling pussy slowly again, I saw that Mother was being well taken care of. Adam was still sucking her pussy ravenously as her long legs were spread widely. All her clothing except her stockings and garter belt had been removed. Al was holding one of her big tits and sucking on it with a continuous series of motions, which seemed to synchronize with the way Rhoda was furiously sucking on the other tit. The woman was also playing with Bobby's little prick and poking around his rear at the same time.
Again, I became preoccupied with Vickie's ass and pussy, and the rubbing of her breasts over my perspiring belly. I reached between us with one hand and guided a nipple into my belly button and let it squash around there. The sensation was very enjoyable, and I had just decided that I wanted her to fuck my pussy with one of her nipples after I had sucked it up as swollen and hard as I could, when I looked up for some reason and saw a long, hard cock staring me in the face. Looking beyond the penis, I saw the leering smile of a very naked and ready Jeffrey Cunningham the Third. I suppose he had come in and undressed while the rest of us were too preoccupied to notice him.
At thirty-five, Jeffrey was the youngest and certainly the best looking of our three millionaires. His father had left him a huge conglomerate corporation, but Jeffrey hated work. He had a manager handle almost everything except the signing of some checks and brief reports from department heads that took him a day every week or so at the office.
Jeffrey's face is cute and boyish and his black curly hair is wonderful to run your fingers through. It's natural and he never has to use any hair cream or other messy stuff on it. He has a wife and four kids up on Long Island, but he seldom goes home more than two or three days in a week. Jeffrey also flies his own business-jet and owns castles in Spain and Germany. Sexually, he is about the most corrupt man I have ever known. He began to have sex with his grandmother when he was very young and, according to him, made her pregnant when she was still in her forties!
"I can't think of two sweeter cunts to eat than those I see being eaten right now," Jeffrey said, leering down at us and waving his cock up and down. "But there's a much tighter hole that's not being used, I see. Vickie! Prepare to be buggered!"
"Do it! Do it! I dare you!" Vickie cried out, begging him to in her own way.
Jeffrey came up on the bed and straddled my face. As he worked his fingers in Vickie's anus, he let me suck and lick on his prick until it was well lubricated. Then I grasped the hard prong and rubbed the head of it in her asshole. It was sexy to be so close and to be able to watch it. In a moment, he pushed the cock in and began to fuck slowly in and out of her tight, tight entrance.
As he was doing that to Vickie, I had two places of interest for my ever-hungry mouth and tongue. I could lick my sister's pussy and nibble her lips, suck ft, blow in it, and I could also put my head straight down and open my lips and let Jeffrey's balls flop in and out of my salivating mouth as he stroked. He slowed down a great deal so I could lick his balls more and suck them gently into my mouth-one by one at first, and then both of them.
I held them in my mouth and tried to use my tongue all around them, but his bag and balls hung very low and were quite large. Then, I had an idea!
I watched carefully as he let his cock go in and out of Vickie's rear just about an inch or more, so that I could still suck his balls. His cock was very far inside her and close.
I opened my mouth wider and reached up and took out the balls, holding them in my hand and then letting them hang. They looked beautiful, and I was inspired because I knew Jeffrey would like my idea. He liked anything offbeat and unusual, and I was keeping my fingers crossed in hoping that he had not done what I had planned before in his life.
His balls had a nice feeling or heft to them, and I wanted to just hold them and fondle them some more. But I knew he would get impatient then and start fucking her ass more deeply again. So, while he was still jammed close to her, I took his wet bag of balls and began to stuff them into Vickie's cunt!
"Yee-ee!" she cried out, wiggling her big ass slightly. "What are you doing? What is it?"
"Suck it, Vickie! Use those muscles ... keep it all inside!" I panted to her, continuing to stuff bag and all into my eighteen-year-old sister's juicy cunt. "I'm going to help Jeff fuck your pussy with his balls!"
"Mm-mmm ... good!" Jeffrey said, continuing to move his cock in and out of her anus only an inch or two. "I knew you'd learn to be a real sex-fiend like me some day, Connie. See? There's real hope for you yet. Now...."
"Oh, honey!" Vickie cried out in one of her orgasms. "I'm being fucked by JefFs balls! Oh, wow! I'm being ball-fucked!"
I was so excited by what I was doing and what I could see, that I wanted Vickie to eat my pussy more and cut out the talking. I had never been in a position like that before, with my nympho sister over me in a sixty-nine way, and her being ass-fucked while I pushed her partner's balls in her pussy and licked all around their genitals.
The most amazing thing was to watch and feel as I pushed Jeffrey's big balls gently but almost completely into her cunt. I ran one finger alongside his ball-bag and I could feel her muscles tighten up on them. In fact, one time, his balls were side by side, and she squeezed them together so hard with her cunt muscles that Jeffrey cried out in pain. But when I told him I was sorry and started to take them out of her juicy box, he said, "No ... no ... no! This has got to go all the way, baby!"
"Have you ever done it like this before?" I asked him, pleased with my idea.
"No, baby ... not this way," he answered breathlessly. "This is going to take some doing ... but I'll make it ... don't worry. See ... I can't pull out my cock too far on the outstroke, or III be yanking my balls out of her cunt. And that ... squeezing with your cunt muscles, Vickie, is great ... as long as it's ... not too much and Connie doesn't get my balls side to side like she did there. Oh ... this is good, girls. I wish I had some tits to suck too. Hell ... I'll settle for a nice young cock. Bobby! They've got plenty to keep them busy over there. Grab a bar stool and sit beside the bed ... right on the edge...."
In a matter of seconds, I could see from my right eye that Jeffrey's head was bobbing up and down in Bobby's naked lap as he sat on the stool there, so it was obvious that my little brother must have already had a good hard-on. Jeffrey was funny about eating cocks! He is funny about it. Bobby is his favorite, but if Jeff's in the right mood, hell eat my father (who is too drunk to get it up most of the time) or my husband's. Of course, the novelty of the size of Greg's prick makes men who've never had one before want to try it.
"Hey, Vickie, you hot little motherfucker," Jeffrey called out to my sister, and his designation was more truth than fiction because I've seen Vickie use a dildo to fuck Mother with more than once. "Vickie, are my balls hitting your clit? Can you come when I unload my three and a half day reserve of come up your ass?"
"You shit!" she cursed at him, taking her mouth away from my pussy just when I was about to come. "You can fuck me with your balls any time. I've had six orgasms already."
"Great bit, honey! Great!" Jeffrey said in laughing and joyous passion. "The last time I was in North Africa, I ran across a great whore. She was only about twenty years old, but she'd been in some Sheik's harem since she was thirteen and had a pretty big cunt. She was German, I think. I ... I got my whole cock and my balls and all in her. Oh, what a crazy cunt!"
Jeffrey immediately went back to sucking on Bobby's little peter and working his prong in and out of Vickie's ass easily. While all this was going on, I hadn't realized that more people had arrived, that different things were happening. As I stopped licking up the sex soup Vickie and Jeffrey were serving me, I looked to my left, under Vickie's raised right thigh.
Greg was there! Oh, the conceited bastard! The Greek god that I have for a husband! He was in a sitting position on the bed across from us, all eleven inches of his giant cock at stud hard, while my little sixteen year old sister, Melody, was sucking the head of it, and Mother was licking the shaft. And there was Greg looking down at them with that shit-eating grin that said, "Gee, you lucky girls. Haven't I got the greatest cock you've ever seen."
And other things had switched too, one thing that made me damned mad! My girl friend, who was a graduate student in sociology at the College, was letting Annette suck her pussy! I cursed once and looked back at Melody as she licked and sucked at the head of my husband's super cock. I like Melody, and more than sisterly. She's so sweet and nice. She has that "virginal innocent" look and she can pass for thirteen if she's dressed the right way. Even naked, she measures about 32-19-33, weighs 104 pounds and is five-one. Her blonde ponytail sets her off so that she can get anything she wants by sex. She makes straight A's at school, and I know both the principal and her counselor are eating her.
Vickie is plenty sexy, and I liked what I was doing. But Vickie is dirty sexy and a helpless nymphomaniac. She's been to a psychiatrist two or three times and has great emotional problems. Melody is sweet sexy. I feel like I could strip her and go down on her right in front of about two thousand people out on Miami Beach ... and it would be a beautiful sight! She's a precious and wonderful girl, and so happy and natural about sex. She hasn't got a hang-up in the world. She just thrives on people wanting to use her body for pleasure, and she seems so genuinely glad to have the opportunity to let them use her.
I looked back up at the balls I was still holding in Vickie's cunt. I could see Jeff's prick going in and out of her ass a little faster. It was an effort for him, and his perspiration joined the other fluids that were drooling down over my face.
"Watch it, Jeffrey!" I warned him, when he became greatly stimulated and was trying to lengthen his stroke. "If you keep that up, you'll either pull your balls out or rupture yourself ... depending on how tight I can hold them in there...."
"Oh, fuck, baby ... oh, fuck!" he howled deliriously. "I'm coming now ... right in Vickie's ass ... oh! Oh! Oh, babies!"
I held the balls inside her as tightly as I could, and Vickie took care of me by biting and nibbling at my clit as I raised my hips each time. Looking up, I could see Jeffrey's cock bucking and swelling. He just let it stay in there for a moment then, not moving. The next thing I knew, he was screaming again and pulling back! I let go his bag and balls and watched his cock come out of Vickie's ass, still shooting off white cream.
Jeffrey just looked down at me and smiled as I had my orgasm. His cream was dripping on my face. He nodded to me, and the message was clear. I knew the type things he liked to watch. I held my mouth open, licked around my chin and wherever else I was soaked, and then I let the last of his come dribble in my mouth, along with liquids from Vickie. When I gulped and swallowed, then opened my mouth wide to prove to him I had done it, Jeffrey threw his head back and sighed as he let his cock slip between my lips so I could suck it even drier.
"Looks like ... goddamn whorehouse, huh? Where's a Madam?" the voice of my alcoholic father blared out as he entered the huge room and headed straight for the bar. "Hello-o-o ... ev'ry-body! Le's all fuck an' make Mary. Hich! Where's Mary? Ah, there ... Mary's gon' pour of Bud a drink an' ... hey, Connie! C'mere!"
Annette was behind the bar fixing a drink for herself and Mother and Al and Adam. And now one for Dad. Most of us were ready for a rest about that time, but poor Bobby was getting a French bath from Rhoda, Mrs. Farrington, and my lover Kathy had come over to give me a longing French kiss that she said smelled of "sweet sex," as Jeffrey and Vickie went in a bathroom to wash up. The other two were being used also.
"Oh, I love you, Connie!" Kathy blurted breathlessly as we hugged each other tightly. "I would have come to you first ... you know I would have, honey. But you were over here with your mouth and cunny all taken care of. I was so hot for a girl, Connie! Oh, you can't understand me, darling! I had to have a girl, and Annette was hot and wanted a girl, too...."
"Forget it, Kathy," I insisted. "Just eat it a little to prove you love me."
And then I turned over on the bed and held he cheeks of my ass apart and felt her hungry mouth and tongue gouging liquidly into my perspiring crease. She cried out and sighed blissfully when I hunched up real suddenly and let go my cheeks, burying her nose and most of her face between them. But she kept licking away and it felt good. It made me feel as good and powerful and sadistic as Jeffrey felt when he was up there looking down at me. I heard Kathy gag and try to pull out, but I only pushed myself back farther. I felt her tongue dart around blindly in the cleavage, searching for my anus. Her breath made "flapping" noises, and then she gagged again. I was feeling my clit, rubbing it, and just about to go off, when my father yelled at me again.
"Goddamn, Connie! No r'spec', huh?" he mouthed drunkenly, slopping around the glass of straight Bourbon whiskey Annette had poured for him. "I wantcha c'mere, damnit! Suck it, honey ... suck ol' Pete an' make 'im hard...."
Poor Dad. He's not a bad looking man at all when he's dressed up and sober. He's only thirty-nine and he was the first grown man to ever fuck me, the first one I ever ate too. And I knew what he wanted, of course. Al was making a big thing of getting Dad stripped, eager as hell to watch Bud's oldest and sexiest daughter try to suck him up to a hard.
"You're too drunk, Dad," I called out to him, but I got up from the bed after kissing Kathy, and walked over toward the bar. "See if Mom can suck it up for you."
"Suck?" was his only reply, as he sat there on the stool naked and flipped his limp cock at me.
Everyone there, including the ones who had come from the bathrooms and smelled soap-and-water and Cologne fresh, were eager to see me suck it. Fuck them! I thought. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I knelt in front of him and took it in my hand. I fondled it lovingly and placed my other hand under his balls and hefted them.
He looked down at me and smiled, mussing up my hair. I returned his smile. And the odd thing about it to a lot of people is, that both our smiles were genuine. There was a certain something between Dad and I that seemed to stir us both like electrical current running through our bodies as we touched.
I returned my attention to his cock, licking the head tenderly as I held it in my hand, fondling his balls. I could hear him sigh and strain. He wanted to get it hard more than anything else. So, I gingerly sucked the head up into my mouth and began the gulping and sucking motions that I knew could turn him on (at least, when he was somewhere near sober).
"Come on, Connie!" Jeffrey said, clapping his hands in a weirdly synchronous tempo to the shrill string music echoing from the battery of stereo loudspeakers built into the walls and ceiling of the big sex room. "You're not going to get the old man hard. He's too fucking drunk! I say, it's 'daisy-chain' time! Everybody connects! Come on, Connie-the-Cunt! You can start with sucking my cock, and I'll suck Annette while...."
"This isn't your whole goddamn show, Cunningham!" Al blasted out at Jeff, an indication how little things had made us not the terrifically "together" group we once were. "If you want a real daisy chain ... then, by God, Bud is going to get in on it too!"
Jeffrey didn't like that. He didn't like it at all. But after he looked around at the expressions on the other peoples' faces, particularly those of Adam and Rhoda, he bowed out. There was no more big argument or hassle. In fact. Rhoda came down and began to lick Daddy's balls while I was eating him. All of a sudden, I felt his cock muscles twitch!
He was going to get hard! J was doing what nobody else there could do! I was making his cock get hard! I gulped and sucked more furiously than ever and felt it gradually swell up to a full hard! I deliberately let it flop out of my mouth once or twice to show everybody the accomplishment!
"All right!" Jeffrey conceded, his penis rising at the sight of my lips in an incestuous suck with my father's penis. "I still say ... let's get a fucking daisy-chain going. We're about even ... male and female. Or ... what the hell difference does it make? Daisy chain!"
"Okay by me!" Greg shouted, moving over to the bar and disappointing his female cocksuckers for the moment. "But look, Bud ... you better get down on the floor. We better start that way. Connie can keep on eating the meat, old man. But she's about the only one here who can take twelve inches of cock! So, I better be ramming the old prick to her...."
"Eleven inches, you damned braggart!" Jeffrey objected to Greg's boast. "You know you've never had more than eleven inches by the most accurate measurement."
"Okay ... okay, you seven inch stud," Greg said with an unconcerned laugh. "I only want to see that I don't hurt any of the younger girls!"
Greg's cock is montrous, almost unbelievably so. I knew he could fuck Mother with it without a problem, and he could fuck me. We were both used to it Vickie and Melody had even had some of it in their cunts, but they mainly enjoyed sucking it
"No! No!" Rhoda began to object, sidling up to Greg and grasping his monster with both hands. "If he can screw you, he can screw me! Can't you, Gregory ... darling?"
Rhoda knelt to stick the tip of her tongue into his pee hole, then let her lips slide over the head until her mouth looked out of shape. I could tell that it excited Greg very much by the way his penis throbbed. There were only one or two slight movements of the giant thing, but I knew my Greg. Rhoda wasn't the best looking woman around, but her whole personality exuded weird sex. And Greg always considered it a challange to lance a new cunt with his penis.
Without any single course of direction, each person was looking around, trying to figure where they might fit in the chain and what particular connections there would be. It was amazing how something like that can work itself out. Greg turned the stool around in which Dad was seated, and pulled it out from the bar a few feet. He grabbed two or three pillows and put them on the floor in front of Dad, so that I could sit down on them and spread my legs and continue sucking him.
I spotted Kathy right above me, looking at me longingly, and I winked at her and gestured with my right hand. She beat Vickie to my pussy by seconds. She crawled under the stool (which, fortunately, did not have any low rungs) and got on her knees, her tongue already going to work and sliding over my outside lips. I adore Kathy, and I put a hand down to mess around in her bright red hair, which she wore long. Strangely, her cunt hairs look a very dark black unless there is a very strong light on, or when we're out at the pool. Then, there was that tinge of red that made my mouth water to eat her educated young cunt.
With her lovely, creamy white ass sticking up in the air, the men almost fought to see who would be next in line. "Remember now," Mother warned, casting an eye toward Jeffrey, "not in her ass I She can't take a cock there...."
"Who wants it there?" Al asked rhetorically. "I want to soak my dick in that pretty pussy under there."
Immediately, Al was on his knees behind her and she reached back to help guide his cock into her cunt. I was in the lucky position of being able to watch nearly everything, although I did have to stop sucking every few minutes to be able to move my head and spot something new.
I wondered what the next move would be. Certainly, Al wasn't going to let anyone put a cock up his rear. Besides, that would put so much weight on my darling Kathy (who was licking my fingers too as I put them down at my cunt) she would crumble under so much weight. It was Vickie who lost no time in grabbing a small chair and bringing it over beside Al. As she sat spraddled on the edge of it, it was not uncomfortable at all for Al to turn his head slightly and begin to lick her drooling pussy.
"Vickie ... Vickie, darling," my mother said, seemingly quite excited. "H you're in the mood for eating me, I have a wonderful ideal"
Vickie would probably have preferred cock, but she nodded her head affirmatively. Mother got some help from the others and moved one of the beds out so that the corner was right at Vickie's chair. Mother piled a few pillows near the edge, then lay down and spread her legs, her juicy crotch only inches from Vickie's head. My nympho sister easily moved her face forward as Mother held open the lips of her cunt. She began to eat her as avidly as Al was doing Vickie.
Mother understood well the depraved voyeuristic appetites of our benefactors, to say nothing of our own enjoyments. She signaled Melody to come up on the double king-sized bed and straddle her face by getting on her knees. Melody is such a beautiful child. Without the slightest hesitation, she jumped up onto the bed and crawled over to Mother. I watched with a slight envy as Mother's tongue went up into Melody's sweet, young pussy so eagerly. And I wasn't alone. Almost everyone there who could possibly see it, stared with increasing passion at the sight of sweet little Melody lowering her fuzzy pussy to her mother's eager lips and tongue.
But the envy ran very high among the remaining men, as well as some who were already in the chain, when Jeffrey walked up to the side of the bed with his hard cock and fed it between Melody's lips. Sex was just a beautiful and wonderful experience for my nymphet-looking little sister. She put two fingers around the base of his cock and then sucked it and "milked" it until Jeffrey was shuddering with passion. Those sweet lips of hers. I wanted them. And I wanted her pussy, too. I was determined to figure out some way to spend the night with her when Greg spent the night with my parents.
"Jeffrey, you have such a sexy ass for a man," Rhoda Farrington spoke up, as she continued to stroke my husband's giant sex rod. "But how could we ever arrange for me to tongue your rosebud?"
Greg's mind was almost as sexually inventive as Jeffrey's. He pulled over one of the other beds until It was less than a foot from the one Mother and Melody were on. Jeff was standing in between the two beds fucking Melody's mouth. Greg told him to move his ass back just a little, and then he pushed the two beds only an inch or so closer together.
Rhoda lay down on her back. With the help of her elbows, she scooted her body back until her head was right beneath Jeff's ass cleavage. She was breathing very heavily, very excitedly. Her strong taste for the utmost in sexuality and variance was in the process of being whetted beyond her wildest dreams.
She reached up and pulled Jeff's buttocks apart. Greg quickly put a pillow under her head to make the access easier, and in another moment, I could see her face moving into the crease just as her hungry tongue fucked around to find its anal target.
I think it must have added a special thrill for Rhoda to know that Greg was preparing to fuck her with his abnormally large cock, and she was denied the pleasure of watching it. Those of us who could see it, were further stimulated. She was undoubtedly very well lubricated from all the fingering Greg had been preparing her with, plus the generally wild nature of the entire proceeding. Nevertheless, he spread her big legs widely and went down on her.
The woman's body writhed and twisted, on fire from sensations and the lack of knowing precisely how Greg would go about his penetration of her craving cunt. There must have been a great deal of anxiety on her part as she recalled the hugeness of it. But she had no need to worry. Greg went between her legs and slowly nudged the head of it between her cunt lips. He moved it around and around and I could see Rhoda's belly moving about furiously in passionate response.
I knew Greg, and I knew the technique he would use. He obviously became aware, as he played the head in her vulva, that the entrance to Rhoda's vaginal canal was quite elastic. Therefore, when he had accomplished the feat of opening up her entrance, he kept a steady pressure behind his cock, moving it forward, never backward, yet not ramming her with it.
I could hear gurgles and grunts and moans from Rhoda as she continued her tonguing and tonguefucking of JefFs rear. The moment was terribly exciting for everyone! And when we saw that Greg was buried almost balls deep in her, everyone who was in a position to, gave out with a deep sigh of admiration. Then Greg began to fuck his huge penis in and out of her slowly as Rhoda's body twitched and writhed beneath him.
All of the time, Annette Jourdon, our sexy French maid, had not even tried to enter the chain. The bitch! Suddenly, I knew why! Except for Adam and Bobby, she was the only one left. And she knew that Greg would choose a female over a male any day. Annette smiled at me meanly as she lay down next to Greg and Rhoda and said, "What position would you make it for me to eat me?"
Greg lowered himself some over Rhoda, squashing her big tits, as he moved slightly at an angle toward Annette. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, then he told Annette to turn around and get on her side, so that her legs and feet would be pointing toward Rhoda's head. She then moved her left thigh over Greg's back and pushed her glistening cunt right into his mouth. I fumed with a fiery passion and thrust my own pussy forcefully into Kathy's mouth, which made her lick and suck me all the better.
As soon as Annette was in position and Greg was furiously sucking her (so loud that I could even hear it), she reached out for Adam's leg, grasping it and saying in her French accent, "You ... I suck you off, oui?
"You ... you promise to swallow it all?" Adam asked breathlessly, his fifty-four-year-old cock only about half erect.
"I suck you all in my stomach," she said, and Adam knelt down on his side so that she could easily grasp his penis, put it to her lips, and suck and gulp it deeply into her mouth and throat, the muscles working furiously to rouse him to full erection.
Only little Bobby was left, and the poor kid was standing there, looking at everything going on, and masturbating his cock furiously. But he was not alone for long. As Annette continued to suck Adam's cock and he became raging with desire, the man managed to lie on his back. He called out to Bobby, who came over quite willingly.
Adam told him to straddle him with his ass toward Annette. And in a moment, I could see that Bobby was wildly fucking Adam's mouth as his cute little butt went into a fast but even up and down rhythm. It was about time too. Bobby would not last long, and while most of the females had already had a dozen or more orgasms since the chain started, the men were on the verge of exploding.
"Baby! Connie!" my father screamed suddenly as he let his load go and I could feel the ejaculating throbs of his little used cock pumping out the fluid.
His orgasm set off a chain reaction! Maybe I should call it a daisy-chain reaction. I cried out in dramatic orgasm as Kathy bore down on my clit suddenly, and then released her mouth to express her feelings with, "Oh, God ... oh, Connie. I want to eat you for breakfast every day ... oh ... oh ... oh...."
"Right up the cunt, baby!" Al screamed. "Oh, what a ball buster you've got, sweetheart!"
As usual, Vickie went into screaming hysterics as Al continued to lap at her soaked cunt, and Mother's body went into spasms as she was forced to finger her clit off by herself instead of with Vickie's continued tonguing. But Mother's expression was all in the grunts and movements, because she faithfully remained with her mouth glued to Melody's crotch until my little sister was forced to let go of Jeffrey's cock, which she had been sucking, in the middle of his orgasm.
Jeff could have cared less. Seeing half his load shoot all over sweet little Melody's face and in her hair gave him a great thrill. In addition, Rhoda still tongued his asshole for a few seconds, then rammed her finger in it to keep him aroused.
"Oh, Gregl Greg, goddamn it!" Rhoda screamed, as she came an extra time just by watching and feeling my husband withdraw his mammoth cock from inside her body and bring with it a viscid mixture of their secretions. It made a loud noise when he pulled out all the way like that, and I reached down to put my fingers in Kathy's mouth, knowing she liked to suck them.
"Oh, Man DieuF Annette cried, trying to work her pussy up and down against Greg's head, as he had quit eating her and was howling joyously in something like the "chant of the unknown tongue."
While Annette screamed her joy, Adam's come, mixed with her saliva, drooled down her chin in odd lumps and splatted over the crest of her titties, Bobby got up from his straddle of Adam's face and his little prick looked like it wouldn't get hard for a month. Obviously, Adam had sucked that thing for every fraction of an ounce he could get. He was smiling ghoulishly and licking his lips.
There was a mad race for the bathrooms after that, and as many as four of us would be in a shower stall at the same time, bathing each other sensually with creamily sudsed washrags, kissing lips, feeling pussies, cocks and assholes, playing tricks like "find the soap" when someone had it in their pussy or rear.
After the usual toweling off, which helped to slowly revive our senses, along with the bath games, we headed for the bar. Adam ordered Annette to go up and fix some "real" sandwiches, as he gulped down two small crackers spread with caviar.
"Oh ... I am so tire," Annette complained, falling down on a bed. "It was much work to suck you preeck, Mr. Farrington...."
"Goddamn itl I said to go fix some sandwiches!" Adam repeated angrily, stepping over to swat her with great force on the ass. "What do you think we pay you for? Not just for that French cunt of yours."
"Oh! Oh! You hurt me!" Annette yelled painfully.
"And I'll hurt your fucking French ass again," he said, but was cut off by Jeffrey.
"You leave her alone, Adam!" Jeffrey yelled, putting himself in between them. "She's just as entitled to be worn out as we are."
"The great liberal!" Adam snorted, pushing Jeffrey down on the bed beside Annette, who immediately clung to her rescuer. "Liberie, egalite, fraternitel Listen to me, you young punk! You'd be on welfare if it wasn't for that conglomerate you inherited when your father got killed. Remember, sonny! I can buy and sell you like a few pieces of stock!"
Jeffrey knew when he was beaten. After all, Adam was a lot older, a self-made man who began his work career as a warehouseman, and at fifty-four, was reputed to be among the richest men in Western civilization. The younger and lesser millionaire got up from beside Annette and told her to go fix the sandwiches.
Things were quiet for a few minutes. But then gradually, we got back to our drinks. Someone spoke to someone else, and then other conversations began. Jeffrey soothed his hurt by sitting beside Melody on one of the beds and kissing her, fondling her breasts, then licking down between her thighs.
I went over to Rhoda and asked her how she liked Greg's cock. She told me it was the most wonderful sexual experience of her life. Greg was sitting next to me, and I reached back to feel the giant. At my first touch, it began to swell. Not much, but just a little. Mother was behind the bar and I asked her if she would let Greg do her in the ass ... or try to.
She laughed, and then began to hiss through her teeth and lips and her face was strained with sudden passion. I stood up on the bar rail and looked down to see that my girl friend Kathy was sitting on the floor in front of her, while Al was sitting on the floor behind her and holding her buttocks apart. Mother would swivel her pelvis backwards and then forwards, experiencing the pleasure of a well-placed tongue with each movement.
When Rhoda got on her knees to suck and lick and lass Greg's cock, as well as lick over my fingers that were still on it, I knew that by the time Annette brought down the sandwiches, nobody would be interested in food ... for the moment.
CHAPTER TWO
That's only a sample of the sexy Wilson family and friends today. When I try to think how and when it all started, I'm at a loss almost. I do remember that Mother and Dad were always sexy. We didn't know much about sex as kids, but Dad used to like to pat my ass, and then when Mother would see me naked or half naked, she'd call Dad in the room and ask him something like, "Look, Bud! Doesn't Connie have a sexy figure. I'll bet her dates have fun."
They used to French kiss and feel each other up right in front of us sometimes. Once, I remember seeing Mother reach down and rub Dad's hard cock through his trousers, while he had a hand down her front playing with her titties.
When Vickie was about fourteen and I was sixteen, I remember going in her room one time and finding her masturbating. Of course, I masturbated some then, and I had sucked off some of my dates and let them play with me all over. But Vickie looked like she was having a jit of some land. I walked on into her room, and she never even knew I was there.
She had a very cute and well-developed body for her age, and she had two fingers in her pussy. She was squeezing and pinching one of her little lemon-sized breasts. She was rolling and twisting all over the bed. She was crying, moaning and saying words I couldn't understand. Then suddenly she moaned, like she was in an ecstasy of pain, and went limp, her breathing heavy and erratic.
Her eyes were closed as I still looked down on her, so young and sexy! My own sister! And I can honestly say that I had never thought of sex with any girl friend before. When I had seen Mother naked as a younger girl, I got a funny feeling from looking at her naked breasts, so big, and all the hair around her pussy lips. She's still a very beautiful woman today.
That was when I started masturbating, but I do not think I knew or understood the connection. When I began to develop more fully, I spent a lot of time playing with my own tits and rubbing my fingers over my hairy mound and then masturbating. I remembered too that I had heard about oral sex when I was much younger, and that I let the very first date who tried to do me, go right ahead and eat me. I wondered, as I looked down at Vickie's open little pussy, if she had those desires too.
I very quietly knelt by the bed and put my lips to her crotch. She let out a yelp, but then only pressed my head farther down as I used my tongue inside her almost dry little pussy.
"Oh, Connie!" she exclaimed. "I never thought you'd do anything like that to me. Oh, it feels so good, Connie...."
I kept licking her, trying to find her clit with my tongue and then just rubbing across the general area of where I knew it would be.
"Connie ... I want to suck you too." Vickie said. I was wearing a pair of very loose pajamas and nothing else. I pulled my body up onto the bed. Her trembling fingers immediately yanked at the pants until the elastic band slipped over my hips. And then she pulled them off of me.
It had all happened so suddenly, that I didn't have time to think whether it might be right or wrong, or if we might get caught.
"My girl friend and I do this when we spend the night," Vickie told me. "But ... I wish I could go out on dates with boys. Then I could get fucked too. Have you ever had it?"
I mumbled negatively and spread my crotch over her face. The way Vickie held my hips so expertly and slipped her tongue into my moist nest, it was obvious she had had some experience. I was so hot that I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to do it long enough to have more than one "hot-flip" which was what I called it then.
It was wonderful how smooth and gentle Vickie's tongue was, and no scratchy little whiskers on her face, only the soft cheek rubbing at my inner thighs.
And when I looked down between her legs, there was such an exciting surprise, such a feeling of sensual warmness that flooded my body. I did like to suck off a boy, but I liked Vickie's genitals too. She had only a little fuzz. Her slit was still not maturely formed. But it was so stimulating to lick through the fuzz and dunk my salivating tongue into her young pussy.
I pulled the lips apart to investigate the fresh insides. They were pink, a lovely pink that I'll never forget, and I immediately let my tongue go back inside and explore. My fingers explored too. I liked to feel the upper part of her thighs, the undercrease of her full buttocks. I pushed my head farther and pressed my fingers into the cleavage of that full, firm, young ass.
Vickie moaned and became suddenly tense. She began to suck vigorously, trying to swallow my secretions. I came once I I came twice. Using my hips as a pivot, I fucked my crotch back and forth over her face. I was frustrated. I wanted to come again! I had to come again. And it was like mental telepathy. Vickie held my ass steady and concentrated on my clit. Her sexy tongue in a constant, hysterical back-and-forth rub over my most sensitive spot. And then, just as she could tell I was reaching a peak of passion, Vickie very gently pressed a finger to my asshole!
"Oh, Connie ... my sweet sis," Vickie moaned as we embraced afterward. "Your juice tastes so good ... as good as Miss Morrow's. No ... I mean....
"No secrets from your big Sis, dear," I said, kissing her warm cheek. "Who is Miss Morrow?"
"You'll never tell anybody about it?"
"Of course, I won't," I replied with a smile and a wet lass to her mouth. "We have no more secrets from each other after tonight."
"She's ... our homeroom teacher," Vickie told me excitedly. "She's only twenty-one and just out of college ... and she has tits bigger than Mom's. When I stay in after school to help her, she takes me by her apartment and ... we do just what you and I were doing, and she has a lot of juice! It tastes good, Connie ... but, I don't have any juice ... not much."
"You little idiot," I teased her, feeling between her thighs. "You'll have juice. You have enough to taste now."
"Connie!" she said, still very excited. "Have you ever sucked on a boy's dick?"
"Sure ... a lot of times."
"What does a boy's juice taste like, Connie? Is it good ... or do you spit it out? Miss Morrow says she spits it out when her boyfriend juices in her mouth. She says men taste terrible."
"I like to eat a boy's come," I told her with worldly snobbishness, pushing two fingers up into her little cunt. "It's good for you and makes you strong...."
"Connie?" she asked. "Will you do it again with me. Let's not talk about boys. Let's do it again."
Of course, we did do it again, and we did it about once a week after that for quite some time. It was Vickie who, like now, was the aggressor. She had a hunger for sex that was insatiable.
That was the beginning. At least, it was the beginning for me of Lesbian sex and incest, which now is what my life is made up of. But it was not long after that, when I learned a lot more about those subjects.
To begin with, I have to relate our family situation. I am the oldest child. Vickie is almost three years younger, Melody is five years younger, and Bobby is almost seven years younger than I. While our parents were open about sex as I mentioned-before, it was only at the emotional level, and it was brought up in an "amusing" manner usually.
My father was a salesman. That was about all we ever knew about him as children. We had a very nice house in a fine neighborhood and always a late model car. I was very young when I began to realize that Dad was home so much of the time and drunk so much of the time. Mother, on the other hand, would get real dressed up and go out in the afternoons or evenings, and we were told she was helping the family income by doing part-time "secretarial" work. To us, at the time, it seemed believable. We never had any idea about what was really going on ... not until the weekend that Vickie, Melody and Bobby went on a camping trip with a bunch of our neighbors and their kids. Then, I was introduced to the whole story and some facts of life that I never dreamed existed.
I had a date for Friday night, but was scheduled to baby-sit for one of our neighbors that Saturday. I never knew whether or not Mother arranged for somebody else to sit for the Norton's and had Mrs. Norton call me, or if the baby really did have a cold and they didn't want to leave him. The results were the same anyway.
Mother asked me why I was pouting after I came away from the telephone, and I told her I had turned down a date with a real nice senior for the babysitting job, and then that fell through. I bemoaned the fact that girls couldn't call up boys for dates. It was about 7:30 in the evening then, and Dad was home and fairly sober, and Mother, who was usually out late on Saturdays, was home for the evening too.
I was sixteen years old then, as it happened after Vickie and I had been having sex for almost four months. Perhaps, in my subconscious mind or through some sort of telepathy (if there is such a thing), I suspected that there was a reason, a very strange reason that just myself and my parents were home alone that Saturday night.
"What would you like to drink, Connie?" Mother asked me after she had finished the dinner dishes, taken a bath, and came down into the den where Dad and I were watching TV.
"Just a Coke," I answered, still feeling sorry for myself and not enjoying the TV show a bit.
"Look, darling," Mother said, and I turned to notice that she was not wearing anything under her robe because I could see almost all of her tits the way she had it adjusted. "Connie ... your father and I know a lot about kids ... what they like to do and think they're parents would never understand. I know you've probably had beer or a hard drink when you've been out on dates ... or some of those parties when the host's parents are out of town for the weekend...."
"There's not a damn thing you kids today do," Dad entered in with a smile, turning off the TV, "that we didn't do when we were your age ... maybe even younger. After all, your mother and I were married when she was just your age."
"What do want to drink, darling?" Mother asked me again, kneeling down by my chair and smiling so sweetly. 'Would you like a beer? A Scotch and Soda? Whiskey and water? Come on, Connie. You can let yourself go tonight ... right here with your parents' approval. You're more than just a child now. Look how developed you are! Many grown women would love to have the measurements you do."
"And what a sexy rear end you've got, Connie ... wheee!" Dad said, reaching over and very gently pinching my ass through the thin dress and briefs I was wearing.
"Do you know how to make a screwdriver?" I asked Mother, feeling suddenly like it wasn't going to be such a dull night after all.
"Of course, I do," she answered me with a laugh. "I'll make a real tall one so it'll last you a while."
I noticed Mother get a wink and a big smile from Dad. Of course, I didn't know why then, but I found out later it was because vodka is tasteless, and in a tall glass, about sixteen ounces, she could fill it over half full of vodka and I'd never know the difference.
Within the first hour, I must have had three full drinks. My head was spinning and I felt just beautiful. It was such a treat to be talking and drinking with my parents like I was a grown person. And they seemed closer and closer to my own age, the more I drank.
"You mean you've really held onto it this long?" Mother asked me, when I told her I was a virgin, in answer to her question.
"No ... I was lying," I admitted, very uncaring, very free. "But only twice, and that was with Jim Barnes, my almost-steady."
"Why that little bastardl" Dad swore, but he was laughing at the same time. "Oh, boyl Some kids don't realize how lucky they are."
"To be quite honest," I said, trying to stand up straight and mix myself another drink from the tray Mother had brought in that was filled with an ice bucket, liquor and mixers, "I don't think screw ... I mean intercourse is as good as doing it the other ways."
"Say 'fuck,'" Dad insisted, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and some ice. "We said it when we were kids ... you kids say it when you think the adults aren't around. We're all gonna let loose tonight. No parents and child stuff. We're all equal, right?"
'You've had enough to drink!" my mother told Dad sternly, adding with a smile, "Remember, Bud darling ... too much to drink and no...."
"Yeah! Yeah!" Dad said, putting the bottle back down and looking at my legs very obviously. "All I gotta say is that Jim Barnes is a lucky kid. I'll bet he liked it, whether you did or not. Does he suck those big titties and lick your pussy too? Huh? Come on, Connie, we're bein' honest and realistic now. I betcha even give him a blow job, huh?"
"Listen, Bud!" Mother said pretty angrily, "I think you better watch your language and...."
"Now, who's the old-fashioned square?" I asked, laughing drunkenly. "You think I don't know what a 'blow job' is? Sure ... I did it. All the girls do it. Mary Franklin ... big deal ... father owns a chain a groc'ry stores. Hah! She gives guys blow jobs durin' lunch period; to 'bout six guys a day ... in a janitor's closet by the back door to the alley."
"Ohh, my God!" Dad said, his eyes still on my legs. "Jim Barnes, lucky bastard. He pulls that dress up and takes your panties off ... gets ya juiced up with his fingers ... an' then licks the split. Damn, Connie! Up ... between those legs ... sexy, juicy. Say! What size bra ya wear now?"
"A thirty-four ... 'C cup...." I answered, awed and stunned as I watched Dad rub his hand over a lump in his trousers.
"She'll need a thirty-six before long," Mother added.
Very strange feelings began to run through my whole body. I shuddered and trembled a couple of times. I took my drink and gulped it down. I was suddenly becoming so sober, and I didn't want tol I was afraid that if I did, I might wake up and find it was all a dream. Obviously, I didn't want it to be a dream. Sexual sensations were about to overwhelm me. I thought of the last time I sucked off Jim when we were parked in his car. The moon was bright that night, and I enjoyed so much looking at his cock when I got down to play with it before I ate him.
And I remembered the first time he actually fucked me-blood all over the front seat. But I wasn't scared. I was disappointed that it wasn't so wonderful and beautiful for me as it was for him. But the second time, we fucked in his own bedroom when his parents had gone to a New Years' Eve party. It wasn't as great as when he sucked me, but it was better than that first fuck.
I began to wonder, as my eyes watched the lump in Dad's pants grow, if he really did want to fuck me. The incest thing was blotted from my mind. It didn't worry me at all. I was so terribly surprised and excited that my own parents were aware of my sexuality, my need and desires, and that they were looking upon those feelings of mine, not only with acceptance, but with a responsive interest!
"Connie...." Dad said, and I could tell that he was sobering too, no longer senselessly drunk. "Connie ... stand up and pull up your skirt. Would you be afraid to do that for me?"
"No ... no, I wouldn't," I said meaningfully.
I looked at the strange gleam in Mother's eye, almost as excited as the way Dad looked at me. I think I must have almost gone into some kind of trance! I stood up and faced my father. I put both hands down at the middle of my short skirt, and I raised it. I was wearing only a pair of very tight, pink and sheer briefs under it. My cunt hairs were blonde, but they could be seen through the fabric. My cunt mound puffed out, and the crotch of the thin briefs were already wet, which was a surprise to me too, because I didn't realize how sexually stimulated I was.
"Look ... look at that, Margie," Dad said with panting breath, leaning over close to my crotch. "It's our baby Connie! She's got a beautiful body. Look at the legs, the cunt!"
At that moment, Dad reached in between my legs and ripped away (literally) my pair of briefs. I was becoming more excited! I had no thought but to have orgasms and have my young body loved! And Dad was suddenly the most sober he had been all evening. He took off his belt. He unzipped his trousers. He dropped his shorts as Mother took off his T-shirt!
When I saw his cock so hard and moving, and I looked at Mother and knew that she was in favor of anything that might happen ... it was then that I knew my father was going to fuck me!
I took one last little gulp from my drink. Mother took my hand and led me into their bedroom, which was downstairs. I was trembling. It seemed so incongruous or out of place, and yet it seemed exciting, and even natural. Oh, my emotions were all screwed up, but I knew that something thrilling was going to happen.
"Lie down on the bed, darling," Mother told me, switching off the overhead light and leaving on one of the small bedside lamps.
My father stood there naked, gazing down at me. He had so much hair around his penis, and his testicles seemed so large compared with those of the few boys I had seen. His penis was not completely hard, but it stuck out, and it looked very big.
"I told you not to drink so much," Mother told him with a smile. "That's what can happen when a man drinks a lot ... he can't get a good erection."
"Just needs a little help," he said, sitting on the bed beside me. "Let's see how things go now. Connie ... do you like tongue kissing? Or do you call it French kissing?"
"Either ... one," I answered, suddenly realizing how breathless I was.
And then my father put his hand over me and placed it on the other side of my body. His face came down to mine. Just the second before he kissed me, I began to look at him and think about him in a completely different way. I was barely aware that Mother was in the background somewhere, watching everything. I saw his face looking at me with need and desire. I closed my eyes just as his lips met mine. My mouth was poised, very slightly open, the way I did when Jim kissed me.
But Dad's lips were better than Jim's! As soon as they were firmly on mine, I instinctively let my tongue slide into his mouth, searching out his. I felt Dad's left hand caressing my right breast and fingering the nipple. Our mouths were so wet together! I was thrilling all over! The way he kissed was like nothing any boy had ever done to me. When he penetrated my mouth with his tongue, it was symbolic, symbolic of his cock going into my crotch.
I reached up and put my arms around him so I could pull his hairy chest to my breasts. I moved the upper part of my naked body around and I could feel his hairs, sometimes becoming caught or tangled around one of my nipples and giving me delightfuUy stimulating sensations. I reached down to feel his cock as he moved his body up onto the bed. It was not real hard yet, but I enjoyed the feel of it and his balls.
"Oh, Connie ... Connie," Dad panted, his hand roaming over my teenage crop of pubic hair. "Mother knows how long I've wanted you, Connie. I've measured every half inch your breasts grew ... with my eyes. I've watched those legs develop ... nearly wanted to rape you when you modeled that new bikini for Margie and your sisters last month ... body ... oh, what a wonderful body, Connie...."
He was breathing so very heavily, and his words would sometimes choke off. And I was beginning to feel more real sexual passion with Dad. I felt his body, put my finger in his belly button, reached between our upper bodies and played with his little nipples. That made him gasp when he felt me squeezing and twisting them gently, like one of my boyfriends who liked me to do that while he masturbated me and himself at the same time.
"Your breasts, Connie ... oh, those tits!" Dad almost cried out, as he moved down my body and cupped both hands under one breast and lifted it slightly so that it looked bigger. My nipples were small then, almost the inverted type, but I was so anxious when I saw him licking his lips in preparation for sucking them, that my hands grabbed at the sheets and I thrust my body upward.
"Kiss them, Dad! Oh, please ... suck my titties!" I begged.
In a second, his lips had sucked one of my nipples between them, and I could feel his tongue going around and around and across them in an incessant pattern of movement that made the sexual part of my body spring to life. I was making noises, taking deep breaths, moving my thighs up and down and rubbing the upper part together.
For the first time since Dad had started his sex play, I was able to see Mother. Previously, Dad's head had blocked her from view, but as he licked down to my navel and belly, I saw Mother standing in the background. She was naked, and her hand was between her legs, but there was something else there too. At the time, she was too far in the shadows for me to see clearly, and it was mainly the idea of her presence, her watching her own husband have sex with her own daughter, that thrilled me!
"Oh,, Dad!" I cried out. "Dad ... are you really going to do that?"
I could hardly think or talk I was suddenly so excited! He had parted my legs a little more and he was sucking on my pussy. His lips were there, and his tongue searched the inside flesh and then found my clit. When he started to concentrate there and not anywhere else, and I was so desperately wild and hot that I was pinching my own nipples, I realized that I was coming!
"I'm coming! Oh, Dad, you're making me come!" I cried out, beating the mattress with my hands and thrusting my cunt up to his face harder. "I told you it was better this way! I told you."
"It is now," my mother's voice said gently, as she stepped out of the shadows, "but you'll learn to like ... fucking ... better, after a while."
Mother's speech was very breathless too, and then I saw what it was she was holding at her crotch. A wire and extension cord were attached to it and dragged behind her. It was a vibrator. I don't mean one of those prick-shaped things that all the sex-novelty places sell. It was a plain old vibrator and she was pressing the rubber-toothed scalp-massage attachment to her beautiful pussy. She would press it, then release, press and release. There was a little frown on her face though, as she looked down at Dad's penis.
"I just hope you didn't drink too much," she said. "Do you want me to give it some help?"
Poor Dad was perspiring all over and seemed to be straining nearly all the muscles in his body very desperately. His cock would move very slightly, then go still and even a tiny bit less hard. I was pretty sure I knew what Mother was talking about, and I was just about to offer to kiss his dick and suck it myself.
I was glad I didn't. Oh, I wanted to suck it. I liked to suck boys off. The biggest one I had ever done was Jim's, so naturally, I was eager to suck Dad's, a grown man's cock!
However, when I saw him sit on the side of the bed and watched Mother get on her knees in front of him, the voyeur in me took over for about the first time in my life. Dad's cock was about half hard, I guess, and I watched very closely (also, so I could know how an experienced woman sucked a man) as Mother took it in her hand and fondled it.
My left hand crept down to my crotch, but Dad pushed it away and began to use his fingers on me. He was much better than most of the clumsy boys I had been with. His fingers explored and teased me, pressing against my inside lips until my body was on fire again. I cried out in another orgasm when he pinched my clit continuously for what seemed like several minutes.
"You're just like your mother, darling," Dad told me.
But I hardly heard him. I was far too engrossed in watching my "oversexed" mother play with Dad's balls with her other hand, then apparently push a finger way underneath to tease his asshole. Finally, she put out her tongue and began to flick it around over the head of his cock! It moved! I actually watched it start to grow! I couldn't see much of it but I noticed that Mother's sucking movements increased in length. She was lubricating it too, as I could see her saliva drooling over the part of the shaft as it came out of her mouth on each stroke.
"Oh, good, Margie! Oh, do it, Margie! Suck my cock, sweetheart ... suck it so I can fuck Connie ... sweet Connie, our daughter," Dad mumbled and groaned with passion. "Tits ... play with 'em."
I watched eagerly, utterly fascinated. Mother comtinued to suck on Dad's much bigger and harder cock, but she removed her hands and cupped them under her big tits! She pulled them up as high as she possibly could, until they were rubbing around my father's balls and the lower part of his penis! She rubbed her nipples furiously until they stood up red and almost sore looking. And she rubbed each one of the rosy things against Dad's upper thighs and balls!
"Yeah ... yeah, sweetheart. I'm ready!" Dad said, after a look from Mother's eyes that asked him.
His huge, hard cock amazed me! I watched Mother pull back her head slowly, and I thought it would never come all the way out. And when the head finally did "flip" out, it was unbelievable to me that his penis could get so big. I took a quick look at my mother too. She was only about thirty-two or thirty-three then, and her highly stimulated body looked the sexiest I had ever seen it. She still has a wonderfully sexy body, but seeing her naked and so excited then for the first time, made me hotter than ever, and I also had some puzzles that I couldn't quite put together in my mind.
I spread my legs and held out my arms, thinking Dad was going to get on top of me right away. Instead, he was on his knees between my legs, supporting himself over me with his hands on either side of me. I was still marveling at his cock. I wasn't afraid of it hurting me. Jim's didn't hurt the second time at all. But to know that I was going to be really fucked for the first time, by a grown man, my own father, with my mother right there, made the experience more daringly thrilling to me than fucking Jim or any other boy could ever be.
My eyes widened as I saw Mother take hold of Dad's cock, guiding it to my pussy as he gradually lowered his body to mine. I felt something, some kind of forbiddenly wonderful sensation run through me, the moment Mother's fingers touched my wet cunt lips and pulled them apart. My mother was touching me in a sexual way too! And it excited me! It reminded me of when I had been with Vickie!
"Oh ... oh, Dad! Go ahead ... please!" I begged him at the very first feel of his cockhead going into my pussy. "I want it, Dad. Oh, Mother! Make him go ahead! Do it...."
"Do what, darling?" Mother asked me with a highly sexed look in her gleaming eyes, and then Dad asked the same question.
"Tuck me! Fuck me, Dad!" I cried out.
That was what they wanted to hear! Mother grabbed the vibrator and began to sigh heavily. My father began to push his cock in me'. When I suddenly realized that there was a great difference, and a little pain too, I only moaned with deep passion and pulled him down on top of me until I felt beautifully crushed, my nipples and titties grinding into his chest, feeling his tiny nipples too.
But the most wonderful sensation of all was to feel his cock going in my vagina, stretching the lubricated walls to the limit, then slipping out again, in again, out again, in again! I was more filled with the pure, raw lust of sexual sensation than ever before. My sucking with Vickie, the sucking and fucking with Jim, that was all child's play. Compared to what I was getting from Dad (and Mother), it had been no more than holding hands or smiling at each other.
I began to moan and cry out little things. I can't remember any specific words, except, "Fuck me!" Each time I said that, or something close to it, Dad would begin to fuck me a little faster, and I could feel a sudden swelling of his cock. As for Mother, she would let out a gasp or a moan and say something like, "Connie, darling. Your Dad's fucking you ... and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. Remember ... the pills I've been giving you? I've kept up with your periods, darling. They were birth-control pills, not diet pills...."
Mother cried out real loud and I knew she was having one or more orgasms. And then she sat on the side of the bed by us. I felt her fingers ease between our pelvises so she could feel the long shaft of Dad's cock as it moved in and out of my pulsating body.
"Take it away, Margie!" he yelled suddenly and began to thrust his cock into me faster. "I can't hold out any more. I'm ... going to...."
"Be sure you make her come, Bud!" she told him, removing her hand quickly.
Dad kept fucking it into me, but he moved his body up so that his prick was rubbing my clit. I began to scream and yell and thrash around. My father was yelling and crying for joy too. I felt his come. I felt it flow out into my cunt and the definite throbbing down of his cock. Oh, did I come! I had never come so beautifully.
Mother stood by the side of the bed, looking down, first at me, then at Dad, whose cock was still inside me, but much softer. I liked it in there like that. It felt good. But I was puzzled by the expression on mother's face until she finally spoke.
"Connie ... both your father and I know about you and Vickie."
I didn't know what to say, or what to think. I wondered if they had seen us having sex. Was I going to be punished? Was that why Dad fucked me ... so that I wouldn't want sex with another female? It didn't seem that important to me. I preferred a man, but I liked sex with Vickie, and I knew I could enjoy it with another girl or woman. And then, my mind flipped over! I looked up at Mother and smiled, asking, "Were we bad-bad girls?"
"No ... oh, no, my darling," she tried to reassure me firmly. We watched you through that broken slat in the blinds to Vickie's bedroom window one night. It was beautiful to watch you. Both of you are so highly sexed ... like me. Connie ... are you still sexy feeling? Could you come again if...."
"Yes! Yes!" I cried out, already feeling the thrills go through my body again as I looked down at Mother's thickly haired pussy and the dripping lips.
As soon as Dad pulled out of me, Mother's mouth was sucking on my pussy. Her throat was gulping and making beautifully sexy sounds. She brought the rest of her body up on the bed and put one leg over me so that we were in the sixty-nine position. Oh, I loved the sensations of her tongue working on me, her sucking wet lips. But I was even more fascinated and aroused by looking right up into her pussy, holding open the lips and noticing each detail of a grown woman's vulva.
There was almost a numbness, a sort of sore numbness in my pussy from the terrific fucking Dad had given me. That made Mother's mouth and tongue both soothing, and not too wildly passionate for me. I put my arms around her supple buttocks and drew the crotch to my face. She was so very, very wet! I could clearly define her inner lips. All of her sex parts were so developed as well as swollen from her constant use of the vibrator, that I had a completely different sensation as I put my tongue in her pussy and licked the fleshy parts.
I could suck each inner hp into my mouth separately and tongue it and nibble it. Oh, did that ever make Mother wild! And her clit was so big! It was a great big bump right up near the top of her cunt. When I sucked it through my lips and applied the hard tip of my tongue to it continuously, Mother began to wiggle and squirm and grunt like a wild animal!
And then, Mother took my clit and began treating it exactly the same way until it was making me twist and squirm around. The taste of Mother's cunt was so good too, I realized, so much better and sexier than Vickie's. I just knew that we were both on the precipice, and that we could probably have our powerful orgasms together. I saw Dad standing by the side of the bed then. His cock was hard and he was milking it up and down to keep it that way. I looked at him very strangely. Was he going to shoot his come all over us?
"Connie ... one more thing to learn tonight," he panted. "Don't be ... be frightened. You've done it with boys, now...."
"Go ahead, Bud! Now!" Mother yelled at him, moving her mouth from my crotch long enough to flip a leg over my body and turn around so that she was in between my legs.
I didn't know how much I was loving her eating until she stopped those few seconds. It was a wonderful feeling when her lips and tongue were sluicing away in the outer depths of my pussy again. I knew what to expect. I wanted it to happen. My father straddled me with his knees. He was holding onto the head of the bed, I think. And I reached up for his cock and sucked it into my mouth.
Again, there was that wonderful feeling of bigness as I sucked in my lips and felt the head go deeply into my mouth. I then relaxed my lips in order that he could feel their inner wetness in contrast to the outside when I had them sucked in. I started to move my head back and forth, letting a little bit more of the wonderful cock in my mouth with each motion.
Dad tried to say something to me, give me instructions or something. But I paid no attention to him. I think I must be a natural born cocksucker! I was a little afraid that I would choke when the big head hit in back of my throat, but I relaxed the muscles of my mouth and throat completely on the inward cycle and I had no trouble at all.
Very soon, Dad was perspiring and sighing. I could look up in his face and see that expression of agonizing ecstasy that I'll never forget. It was the first time his daughter had sucked his cock, and he told me later, right in front of mother, that it was one of the most wonderful sexual thrills he had ever experienced.
"Um-um-ummml" I heard Mother grunt, as her tongue rubbed over my clit continually, and I was in a constant state of fiery stimulation.
"Okay, Connie," Dad said, and I could feel his cock pulsate. "Here it comes, baby...."
He couldn't say any more. He gasped and then cried out for joyl His cock twisted and spasmed in my mouth, the fluid of his love being consumed by me greedily as each precious drop flowed forth. And when I felt his cock begin to soften, instinctively, I began to suck it all back into my mouth. I sucked and sucked! I titillated it with my tongue! The perspiration was pouring off my face, but I had to do it!
"Oh ... oh, Margie ... she's gonna make me ... make me come again!" Dad cried out.
I felt mother's lips sucking in my clit with great suction, her tongue bearing down on it, just as Dad's penis stiffened to complete hardness for about ten seconds. He let out a cry of pleasure again, and again, and again! While it was not as much as before, and not as strong an orgasm as before, I knew I had accomplished a great thing by making Dad come twice that way, without even taking it out of my mouth!
"Oh, Connie ... you're a natural," Dad said as we all just lay there getting our breaths. "And there's no doubt where you get it from. Your mother is about the sexiest woman alive. There's nothing she can't do to turn on a man...."
"And a few women, too, my dear," Mother added, her face one big smile of adoration as she looked from Dad to me. "Well, I think we ought to wash up, then go back to the den and have a drink. We have a great deal to talk about.
Half .an hour later, we were all seated in the den with our drinks. Dad was having doubles again, but Mother made no more objections. I think the liquor helped to give us a real mellow and relaxed feeling following our vigorous sex workouts and hot showers. A world of difference in our relationships had transpired during the last two or three hours, but there remained so much to be explained. I could make a guess at what they were about to tell me. And I wasn't too far off.
"Connie," Dad started out, clearing his throat. "Its no secret to anybody in the family I'm sure, about my drinking problem. When Margie and I were married, I was only seventeen years old. I was a child prodigy at business. While I was still in high school, I owned and managed a little snack bar and malt shop just a half a block from the school. I made money ... damned good money. When I graduated from high school at seventeen, I owned two more places near schools, and I was making a net profit of over sixty thousand dollars a year!
"Margie was only sixteen, and still in school. But I had to have her. She was the most beautiful, sexiest, wonderful female I'd ever dated. And I was sexually precocious too. I had had sex with three of my female teachers since my sophomore year at high school.
"Well, we finally convinced Margie's father, her mother was dead, and we got married and started having babies. Running the six shops I had by then, was too much. I worked night and day, and then I got the real hurt of my life. I found out that...."
"I'll tell it, Bud," Mother insisted, cutting him off as she stood up to fix us fresh drinks. "I have always had a great need for sex, Connie. It wasn't your father's fault that I couldn't hold out. He was and always has been one terrifically sexy lover ... when he's sober. Back then, it wasn't the drinking, it was just that he was gone so much of the time.
"I met this bachelor one afternoon when you were at your grandmother's and I went into a cocktail lounge for a drink. He had a very strong physical appeal. We talked, our chemicals matched, and we were at our house in bed making love an hour later. I began to meet other men and having sex with them. I justified it by the conclusion that I was oversexed and couldn't help it, and that Bud was gone too much.
"It broke his heart when he came home early one afternoon and caught me. That was when he started drinking. He sold his business. We separated. Soon, I was running out of my share of money from the business, and your father had drunk his share. He came back begging me to let him stay there, I ... I still loved him so very much, I couldn't help but say 'yes.' And I was pregnant again too-Vickie-but we're sure she's ours. The doctor said it happened, my impregnation, just a few days before Bud caught me with that man, and that was when your father had taken us to the beach for the weekend, and we screwed for about two whole days."
"I got a job as a salesman, Connie. And I was pretty good at it," Dad picked up the story. "The only trouble was I was hooked on the booze. I was fired from that job, the next one, and the next one. I was down to selling stuff door-to-door. But the company received complaints that I was drunk when I was out selling. So there went my last source of income. I'd tried doctors, AA, nothing would work.
"Your mother was almost a hundred percent true to me during those years, and we had Vickie, then Melody, then Bobby. So when I was flat out of a job and an incurable alcoholic ... I had a wife and four kids I couldn't support...."
"I wasn't completely faithful to Bud during those years," Mother interrupted, as if each one had to confess their individual parts in the amazing story. "And there was one married man I saw fairly often. He always wanted to give me money ... or something of value because, like Bud, he thought I was the sexiest woman he'd ever known. He wanted to assure in some way that I would never deny him.
"We felt like we had an insoluble problem. Bud tried to stay sober enough to get another job, but I had torn him up so much, that he just couldn't help it, Connie. I felt sorry for him. I loved him. I've had sex with a hundred or more men, and women too. But sex and love aren't the same for me, and I tried to explain that to your father. I had the idea that I could support the family by being a very high priced call girl. I was still in my early twenties. I dressed sexily. I knew how I turned people on. So I went to Bud and offered him the idea."
I watched them as the narration went back and forth. I was shocked, and yet I wasn't shocked. I think I knew or suspected, and had for some time, that Mother was having sex with other men. The "secretarial work" story just didn't sound real after I had gotten to a certain age and knew what sex was all about. I knew my mother was a woman with unusual sexual appeal. All of my boyfriends who had met her, practically fell in love with her. One or two used to kid me, if they met my mother when she was ready to go out on her "secretarial work" and was dressed so tightly and revealingly, that they would prefer to leave me at home to take care of the younger kids, and take her out.
There was one nineteen-year-old guy I dated only once or twice, who plain told me when he was fingering me one night and I was jacking him off into a Kleenex, that he wished he could see my mother for a date. He was a crude character. The last thing he said to me after I refused to suck him off because he smelled like he didn't take baths, was, "Hell ... I'll bet your mother can suck a cock without being so damned particular." I slammed him over the head with my purse as he ran out to his car. Later, even after my night, my first night of sex with Mother and Dad, I found out that he had seduced her once. Not all of her dates and affairs were paying propositions.
"Connie," Dad broke into my private thoughts, "I don't want you to ever think that your mother was a bad woman. Yeah ... she came to me with the idea. I was dead set against it. I must have preached to her like a Bible Belt evangelist. But ... I realized I had my own 'sin.' I was a drunk. I was responsible to support six people ... and I couldn't do it. Your mother had to have more sex than I could give her ... or than any one person could give her.
"We talked about the thing for days. I was drinking myself to death. There was no money coming in and we had department stores and gas companies suing us. So ... I gave in. I rationalized that the only way we were going to be able to exist was for Margie to be a whore, and for me to be goddamn pimp!"
"You haven't used such harsh words in years, darling," Mother told Dad, going over to sit beside him and kiss him. "It was the only solution we could find ... and still remain a family of middle class, with a good home and everything. Your father merely restricted a lot of his drinking to the better bars at the better hotels. He took some nude photos of me in color, and carried them with him.
"I had my own friends and contacts too, but without Bud's help, we wouldn't have made nearly as much money. And your father found that my sex life inspired his own virility. We had a few affairs with other couples-swinging. And we made these pay off too. But ... things are becoming more expensive now. We're behind on our payments to three department stores...."
"Don't say it, Mother!" I cried out emphatically. "You and Dad have said everything there is to say about yourselves. Now ... I'll tell you! Yes! I'll go on dates for money. I'll help the family income! I'll make us so rich we'll have money running out of our ears!"
"Are you saying that in anger, Connie?" my father asked me very soberly. "Are you willing to do it because we have corrupted you, disillusioned you? Or is it something you sincerely want to become involved with?"
"I'm sorry I said it that way," I told them, looking from Mother to Dad. "I like sex. I love sex. It ... it makes sense. You've taught me tonight that I can have sex beautifully with a man or a woman ... or both together. As long as we can keep it from the kids I know at school, I want to do it!"
'You know we'll do everything to protect you, darling," Mother assured me, putting her arms around me and kissing me like both a Mother ... and a lover. "Bud makes most of the arrangements. He knows the right people. After all, Connie, you're more than just a high-priced call girl. You're a sixteen-year-old darling! Bud will be able to find better paying dates for you than he does for me. And you'll get to keep some of the money. You can have your own bank account, and...."
"No," I objected, taking the drink Mother handed me and sipping it a second. "I want to give you every cent I make. I want to stay in school until I graduate ... maybe even go to college. I don't want anyone else to know ... or suspect. Instead of an extra bank account of my own ... you can just raise my allowance by a tremendous amount. No one expects you two of being anything but a salesman and wife and family. The neighbors respect and like us."
"Well, I see your point," Dad said, leaning over to give me a little French lass. "But if we raise your allowance to fifty dollars a week or something, what will Vickie think? And Melody and Bobby, as young as they are, they'll put up a fuss."
"I don't think so," I said, looking from Mother to Dad very seriously, letting them know I was no dummy. "I'll be seventeen in a few weeks. Why not give me a few hundred dollars for my seventeenth birthday ... if I've been that successful by then ... and tell Vickie and Melody and Bobby that their allowance will get raised like that when they become the same age ... You are planning to include all of us eventually ... aren't you?"
Mother's expression froze. She was incapable of replying, shocked by the transparency of the obvious limits of their plan. I hadn't said it for spite. I really hadn't. I only wanted to let them know I could be smart too, and shrewd and clever. I thought those qualities would be important for the career I was going to embark upon.
"Yes...." Dad finally agreed, nodding his head, taking another very long drink from his glass. "And your idea seems good enough. Perhaps ... well, even if we decide to start Vickie a little younger ... when she just turns sixteen or shortly thereafter, we've still got over two years before we have to be concerned about that."
"Connie ... do you think that you can absolutely let no one else know about this ... arrangement?" Mother asked me quite seriously. "Oh, I know you wouldn't expose us ... or yourself. But ... with the relationship you and Vickie have, and as far as you go with some of your boyfriends ... are you sure you'd never let anything slip? It could be so easy for you to say something about one of your adult dates to Vickie ... and then be unable to explain it away without telling it all."
"Margie, dear," my father said to Mother with a grin. "Our little girl is far too clever for that. She realizes that the whole family could be ruined ... her parents put in the penitentiary ... while she's sent off to some school for delinquent girls and her brothers and sisters become wards of the State I"
"If there was ever any doubt in my mind, you've cleared that problem up," I told them, looking at Dad. "My lips are sealed! But ... Vickie and Melody and Bobby are going to suspect something if I'm going out all dressed up so often at night...."
"We'll have to figure...." Mother started.
"Wait a minute," I interrupted her, but we were smiling at each other by then, like "bad" little children hatching up a way to skip school or something. "Let me think up the way. I think that since I'm a partner in this little business, I should have to be responsible for some of the "clever ideas" too. Now, let's see. Of course! The only obvious answer is baby-sitting! If we told them I was going to night school for extra courses, there would have to be a regularity ... a schedule to it. And I could hardly say that I was going out to do typing or secretarial work. Everyone knows I can't type a word."
"All right, clever daughter," Dad said with a triumphant type grin. "And why would a sixteen-year old girl be going out to baby-sit ... dressed in a tight-fitting dress, short skirt, hose and spike heels? Oh, and there will be the men who want 'special' appearances. One may want you dressed as a nurse, another one may want you to pretend to be an airline stewardess, and to be dressed the part. And the people who like very young girls ... you'll have to wear a short skirt, socks, maybe dungarees or shorts. What will little sisters and brother think about that?"
"They won't have to know," I responded proudly, have already thought of a plan. 'We all dress privately in our own rooms as it is. Nine months out of the year almost, I can slip on my outer coat ... or a trench coat before I leave my room. Nobody will have a chance to see what I'm wearing. And when I get home, they'll all be asleep....
"What if you have some Saturday or Sunday afternoon ... uh ... business engagements ... 'babysitting'?" Dad asked, thinking he had me beat. "Or during the warm weather? Have you thought of that, clever daughter?"
"Of course," I replied, sticking my nose up in the air jokingly and gesturing to Mother with my glass that I wanted another drink. "You've seen the huge pocketbooks that women carry today. I can always put on the sexy panties and things here, then carry the rest in my bag, and change in a women's restroom somewhere before I meet my ... client!"
"Ha-ha! Oh, Connie, honey!" Mother exclaimed with a big laugh, as she treated me to a big drink.
"You're just like me, Connie. I think this can work out beautifully. DamnI Am I getting drunk too, Bud?"
"Let's all get drunk!" I said liltingly, feeling no pain whatsoever. "The only thing I'm wondering about is how Dad is going to convince my future paying lovers that I'm as great as he thinks I am."
"The same way I convince them about your mother," he answered, reaching over to the jacket of his suit that was over the back of a chair and pulling out his long wallet from an inside pocket. "See? These pictures will turn any man on. I made them with the color Polaroid ... and I'll make some of you tonight ... right now!"
"Oh, yes, darlings!" Mother exclaimed happily. "I'll make up the bed in our room with the blue velvet spread. Connie, you go up and bring down your sexiest shorts, highest heel pumps, smallest garterbelt, sheerest bra, stockings ... and also the red bikini. Comb out your hair very alluringly, darling. Long, blonde hair turns men on so much. And don't use too much makeup. Just a good amount of lipstick, go easy on the eye-shadow, use the pencil on your brows so they show up nicely...."
Fifteen minutes later, I walked into their bedroom with my stockings, garters, bra, spike heels, and nothing else, except what I was carrying in my big purse. I acted like a sexy model. I turned around for them to see each angle. I set aside my bag and went into a few swivels and bumps and grinds.
"Oh, baby!" Dad yelled. "I know an Ambassador over in Washington who would pay a thousand bucks to have you like that ... well, at least three or five hundred."
"Is he good?" I asked innocently.
"Is he good?" Mother and Dad asked together in perfect synchronization, and then Dad continued, "What the hell difference does it make, Connie. There's something you've got to learn. You put on an act! Whatever the customer wants, is what turns you on! You fake it! You play it! You're the female, Connie! You don't have to prove how hot you are by producing a big, hard, cock!"
"I won't have to fake it, Dad," I said with a very precociously confident smile, and a twist of my hips. "I like sex! I love sex. Go ahead and take your pictures. Do you want me to diddle myself? Will that make me look good?"
"Yeah ... yeah," Dad panted, fixing the camera on the tripod and then pushing me down on the bed. "Go ahead, Connie. Play with your pussy. Let your legs swing apart and open the lips ... finger it. Oh, baby, baby ... that's great!"
After that, he took pictures of me from several angles and in several poses. I was licking my lips in some of them, sucking my thumb in others. I stood up and leaned over so that he could photograph me from the rear and both my cunt and asshole showed up. In the bikini pictures, I would sometimes put my hand right down under the briefs so it looked like I was playing with myself.
Mother had the vibrator out and I posed for some using that. I got so sexy and hot that Dad said the expressions on my face as I played with myself were the most real he had ever photographed. I handled my breasts in some of the pictures. In one. I played with my pussy with my left hand, while I was massaging a tit with my right hand. Mother also brought out two dildos that looked like real cocks. Dad took pictures of me using them. I posed with one like I was using it to masturbate, and then I posed with both of them in me-one in my pussy, the other up my ass.
Mother and Dad were both pretty hot too, and Mother began to use the dildo. She had a "wonderfur idea for a close-up picture of my cunt. She began to suck Dad's penis, while I played with myself until I was very, very juicy and had come twice as I watched her take his long cock in and out of her pretty lips.
She was to be denied, however, the pleasure of swallowing his come. I was sitting on a red velvet cushion on the edge of the bed with my legs spread. When Mother could tell that Dad was ready, they came over by me and she took his throbbing cock from her mouth and pointed it so that he came all over my pubic hairs, in my crotch, and on the red cushion between my thighs. She milked every drop out of him she could.
Dad already had the camera aimed and focused on the tripod. He was able to get several close-ups of that, plus some pictures of me with some of the come on my fingers as I tried to lick it off. I thought they were about the sexiest. They were close-ups of my face, and I was smiling as I licked off the come.
"It's two o'clock in the morning," Mother reminded us as the picture taking came to a close. "I think we should retire. Do you feel all right, Connie? Can you sleep without any trouble?"
"Of course," I said, acting very mature. "I'll have dreams about the rich Ambassador. When do I meet him?"
"I think we'll have to get together a few more times when the rest of the family is gone," my father said. "There are still some things you need to learn about, clever daughter."
"That sounds good," I replied, smiling, as I walked toward the door naked. "See? I told you I really liked sex. Maybe I can have another lesson' tomorrow afternoon...."
CHAPTER THREE
For several weeks, Mother, Dad and I got together alone. We used ruses of various kinds to get the others out of the house, and then sometimes we were just lucky that they were all out at the same time for a while.
I learned everything there was to learn about pleasing both a man and a woman sexually. Mother told me that she often had calls from Lesbians and they usually paid very well. We lived in the suburbs just out of Washington, so there were always a lot of people with money coming through on business, in the diplomatic set, big officials, and so forth.
Dad did most of his drinking in the bars of the very best hotels, and at other places where the people with money were to be found. The bartenders all knew him, as well as many cabdrivers and bellhops. He tipped them handsomely to introduce him to the moneyed people who wanted something more than just a regular whore for their money.
Mother's Lesbian contacts were made through the same channels sometimes, but it was usually by reputation. One Lesbian told another. Our telephone number was given out to only the most trusted, and then they talked in terms of "secretarial" services. It all seemed so very fascinating to me, particularly when Mother told me the juicy details of some of the wayout things her clients liked in the way of sex.
Dad explained to me that he would never send Mother or I to a person who wanted bondage and discipline, if the girl was to be the victim. We were not to be hurt in any way. And the clients had far more to lose than we did, if they mistreated us and we threatened to expose them. They knew this, Dad said, and what they specifically desired was always discussed and agreed upon with him and the client before he would send us out.
I can honestly say that I was much more sexually excited and stimulated when I was ready for my first client, than I was afraid. A whole great world of sex was about to open up for me. And nothing that Mother had told me about her clients' tastes had turned me off. I wanted to get started! I wanted to try everything!
"Well, Connie ... tonight's the night," Dad told me one evening after gesturing for me to follow him out in the back yard to look at some flowers that had just bloomed. "You'll get a phone call in a few minutes from a 'Mrs. Jones.' Mother will answer it and accept a 'baby-sitting' job for you ... an emergency type one ... their other sitter bugged out at the last minute. Or something equally believable. And...."
"Oh, Dad! At last!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my excited voice down. "Who ... who is he? What does he look like? How much will I be paid? Where ..
"Simmer down, clever daughter," Dad said, smiling at me and squeezing my hand. "The pay is five hundred dollars. I think it should be more, but that's the best I could do. The man is a visiting foreign minister of a small Asian country. I made the arrangements through one of the political attaches from his embassy ... a man I meet occasionally at one of the hotel bars. It's paid for in advance, so you don't have to worry about any of the financial aspects.
"Now ... I let him have you for this price, because I want the word to get around in the right circles about how really sexy, beautiful and young you are. This man wants you to come to his penthouse suite at the hotel, fully dressed. But wear your sexiest garter belt and stockings, sheer briefs, the mesh bra, and spike heels. But dress quite conservatively on the outside. No miniskirt."
"What ... does he like?" I asked. "Does he just want to screw me? Will he...."
"Just a minute, damn it!" Dad said, laughing slightly. "This one has a thing for young women, for sexy lingerie, for watching girls masturbate, and for oral sex. I don't think he'll want anything too much offbeat, but be prepared. I can't tell you what he looks like ... Wait a minute! I'll be right back."
I could feel myself twitching between my legs. I was going to strip naked in front of a completely strange man ... a foreigner ... an international politician! I rubbed my upper thighs together anxiously, waiting for Dad to come back, wondering what he had gone to get.
"Here you are," he said, when he arrived back with an afternoon newspaper folded out to page 4 of the second section.
I grabbed it from him anxiously. There was a picture of him shaking hands with one of our government wheels. He was very foreign, almost Oriental in appearance, but dressed in Western style diplomatic fashion. I couldn't see much of his face, but I could tell he had a broad smile, that his lips curled up into a mysterious leer.
"Do you want me to drive ... or take a cab?" I asked Dad.
"Take the car," he said, nodding at my approval of the man's picture. "If Mother should happen to get a call later, she can take a cab. I know one thing, Connie ... we're going to have to get a second car for this family. I'll look for one tomorrow. Now, you better go up and get dressed. Put on everything here but the stockings. You can carry them in your purse and put them on in the car."
"I better wear flats out of the house too. I'll take the big bag I just bought and put the spike heels in there."
By nine that evening, I had given over my car keys to the doorman at the hotel and walked right through the spaciously modern lobby of the posh hotel like a woman of the world. When I told the man at the desk I wanted to know which elevator went to the penthouse suite, he asked me which one. I immediately came out with the foreign minister's name, and his jaw dropped.
"Are you ... expected?" he insisted.
"Of course!" I replied snobbishly. "The foreign minister's daughter and I went to the same private school together in Switzerland."
That did it. I was told to take the third elevator on the right and press the top button marked "P." The twelve floor ride was very slow. I was alone for the entire ride, as I learned later, because when the "P" button is pressed, the elevator will make no other stops.
I stepped out of the elevator into what seemed like a large reception room or foyer. There were three doors opening into it beside the elevator door. To either side, were unmarked doors, while the larger door straight ahead was temporarily decorated by the official seal of the foreign minister's country. There was a button just to the right of the door, so I pushed it, my heart pumping wildly!
"Yes, please?" was the first word uttered by the little Oriental man (or boy) in a white jacket and striped black trousers, who opened the door.
"I am Miss Wilson," I said, trying to act like I was speaking to a very lowly servant. "The foreign minister is expecting me."
"Oh ... oh, yes!" he said, a broad smile accompanying his Oriental accent as his eyes looked me over approvingly. "You come in, please. Mr. Minister say you wait for him in parlor. He be so very glad know you here. Yes ... very glad you here...."
I was nervous, excited, anxious. I didn't like the way the little houseboy looked at me, the expressions on his face and in his voice. It seemed like he was so happy to see me that he was the foreign minister who was going to fuck me. And when he came back in the room smiling at me like that again, I nearly told him to "go to hell." But I restrained myself. I knew that night was to be my debut, my test. If I made the foreign minister happy, the word would spread through the diplomatic set. Maybe the next high official would pay a thousand.
"You, Miss Wilson, follow me to Master's bedroom, please," the little Oriental announced, bowing constantly as he talked. "Master is very much ready, I think. You must not be surprise when see Master."
The houseboy opened the door to the main bedroom of the two-story suite. There, sitting propped up on pillows on the bed, was the foreign minister. He was totally naked I His body was covered with thick, black hair, and he seemed to be a little more plump than in his picture. His cock was in his hand, but only slightly erected.
"How do you do, sir," I greeted him, swallowing nervously as his eyes played over my clothed body and then came to rest on my face as he smiled.
"Tako! Tako!" he called out angrily to the boy, then spoke to him in another language.
The young houseboy kept bowing and apologizing to the man, then suddenly jumped up on the bed and began to suck the foreign minister's cock! He sucked at it furiously, and the minister's hand went down into the boy's trousers and seemed to play with his cock too. I felt very peculiar. I didn't know whether to keep standing there, or to sit down, or to undress, or to ... to what?
"Ah, good!" the man told the boy, and a smile, that leering, broad smile as in the newspaper picture, crept across his sensual lips.
I had wanted it to last longer, because I enjoyed the sight of his soft cock being sucked into the boy's mouth, seeing his head bob up and down so cutely. Except for the fact that I wanted to get fucked by the foreign minister, it would have been a terrific thrill to see him shoot off into the boys' mouth.
"Now ... better, yes?" the man asked, looking at me as he gently fondled a very large and stiff cock.
"Yes, sir. Very much better. Very good!" I told him, licking my lips very subtly, but sexily. "What would the foreign minister like me to do for him?"
"Tako!" he called out, and the boy jumped to attention and bowed. "Undress her."
For just a second or so, I felt angry. The houseboy had obviously been looking me over with a leer outside because he knew he was going to undress me, and probably participate. But then I relaxed. The boy was cute. I had enjoyed watching him suck his master's cock. I had even wanted to see his cock too, imagining it to be very small and "cute."
The boy unzipped my dress down the back. I leaned forward slightly and let him push it over my shoulders until the sleeves fell from my arms and the dress dropped to the floor. I stood facing the obviously pleased foreign minister as Tako very carefully picked up my dress, used a clothes brush to remove any dirt, then folded it like an expert and placed it over the back of a chair.
I was facing the foreign minister in only my spike heel pumps, stockings, garter belt, white, sheer briefs, and a mesh bra so loosely woven that the tip of my nipples actually stuck through the fabric. I could feel that I was secreting between my legs and I desperately wanted to play with myself, as he was doing. But I thought it better to wait for him to give the orders. He wanted a submissive girl.
Tako unfastened my bra in back and took it off over my shoulders, laying it carefully over my dress on the chair. On his knees, he pulled down the briefs to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
"Turn around two or three times, Miss Wilson," I was directed, and I did so, striking the most provocative poses I knew how. "Tako! Suck her tits!
The boy bowed and turned us sideways to his master. He cupped a tit in each hand and sucked the nipples vigorously. I'm very sensitive in my nipples. I found out that I could nearly come from the way Tako used his tongue over them when one was sucked into his mouth.
"Suck her pussy!" the foreign minister ordered, and the boy knelt as I spread my legs a little wider and held open the lips for him.
Tako was good! He licked up the juices that had drooled down my inner thighs, then hardened the tip of his tongue and went between my lips. He used a flicking technique that was very fast and skillful, his tongue seeming to be all over my inner vulva at the same time. I cried out very quietly when I had my first orgasm, and then he threw back his head and used his lips, as if he were trying to suck every bit of secretion from my inner glans.
"Is she very wet, Tako?" the foreign minister asked when the houseboy had stood up again.
"Yes, Master," he answered, bowing again. "Miss Wilson has more juices of love than any I have sucked for my Master."
"Ah-h ... beautiful!" the man exclaimed, his eyes eating up my body. "And only sixteen years old. What a precious thing you would be for my harem. Now! Tako! Fuck her!"
I was taken completely by surprise! I began to wonder if the foreign minister was only a voyeur, if he was not going to touch me or have anything to do with me personally. Tako had gone to a closet and was bringing back thick cushions and pillows to throw around on the plush carpet where I was to he down.
"Miss Wilson!" I was ordered. "You will now undress Tako."
I sat on the cushions and reached up to unbutton the immaculately clean white jacket. His upper body, a sort of brownish yellow, was naked. His little nipples appeared to have been used, reminding me of those I saw on a girl once who was reputed to let boys gang her. Next, I unbuckled the top of the black trousers and pulled them down. He stepped out of them, and I merely tossed them to the side as I had his jacket.
All that remained of Tako's attire was a sort of jockstrap. I felt around the band until I discovered a vertical row of three buttons. I undid them and pulled the little garment away. By the size of the jockstrap thing, I had imagined he was built very large between his legs. But the garment contained a "falsie." When totally naked, he had a cock about the size of a boy of ten, although Tako was sixteen at least. It was cute. It was hard. His balls were not quite distended yet. I played with them, and kissed the head of his penis, which made it throb and become slightly more swollen.
"Fuck her!" the foreign minister yelled angrily.
I immediately lay on my back upon the cushions. Tako came up between my legs and guided his little cock into my vagina, beginning at once to fuck me vigorously. Had I been older and more experienced, I probably wouldn't have felt it. I wanted to suck it off, but that would have to wait. The foreign minister had gotten off the bed and stood over us, watching each detail as he continually fondled his rigid cock.
"Fuck faster!" Tako's master ordered, and the naked little Oriental, dripping with perspiration, began to strain himself and pick up his speed.
"I come! I come!" the boy yelled victoriously.
But as he was coming, instead of keeping his penis inside me, he pulled it out and made his thick cream shoot all over my pubic hairs. At the same time, to my great surprise and consternation, the foreign minister began to ejaculate, showering my belly, breasts and face with his slightly thinner sex fluids.
I had just been on the verge of orgasm when Tako pulled out, and in my wild frustrations, I began to cry out and rub the minister's come all over my tits and belly and down into my fiery cunt, until I was using the juices of both men to help my fingers slide over my clit and bring me to a screaming climax!
"Very good! You are a hot girl! Yes, I like not American girls," the man said, smiling down at me with great pleasure as the last drop of his ejaculate fell and splatted on my right breast. 'You are well worth the thousand dollars I must pay for you. Now! You go take quick bath. After, you come and lay in bed with me. Tako! Get oil...."
That was the last I heard as I closed the door to the bathroom and adjusted the temperature of the water in the shower. As I languorously sudsed over my sensitive breasts and between my thighs, I smiled at the knowledge I had gained. I was sure Dad would be interested in the fact that the man from the embassy had cheated him out of five hundred dollars. He should be very proud of me for learning that bit of information, I thought.
When I walked naked from the bathroom, I noticed that the rich velvet bedspread had been pulled back, and the foreign minister was lying on one side of the bed as a naked (with little prick erect again) Tako rubbed his body with a very exotically scented oil. The man would sigh every few moments, as if the subtle sensations were very pleasing to him.
I walked over until I was standing right at the foot of the bed. Tako smiled at me, but I wasn't sure if his master even knew I was there. The man was lying on his stomach with his strong, muscular legs spread apart. His cock was sticking out weirdly in between them. It was hard, and the balls were visible too. But it was such a strange position. I had never even thought of how a man might look in that position, because usually his cock would be up against his belly.
My eyes began to become more interested. Tako's hands, which he kept thoroughly lubricated by regular applications of the clear, thick oil from a very large bottle, were rubbing and smoothing over his master's buttocks and down his legs. After his legs had been well-massaged with the oil, Tako's hands slid upward to the muscular ass and parted the cheeks. He poured some of the oil into the crack and began to rub the area, dipping his fingers occasionally into the man's asshole, which resulted in heavy sighs of enjoyment.
As he did this, the foreign minister's prick grew longer and larger, until it seemed as if it were extending halfway down his thighs. And the man would occasionally reach over to feel Tako's prick, to fondle and squeeze it.
"Your finger, Miss," Tako said to me with his sexy little grin.
His oil laden hand grabbed my middle and index fingers together and led them to the man's pulsating asshole. I immediately pushed them deeply inside. I could suddenly feel his body tense and begin to shake. His hips began to move wildly. He moaned and sighed. He reached for Tako's cock, and the boy moved his genital right up beside his master's face.
The foreign minister put his mouth up to the hard little penis and began to suck it very fast, as I tried to maintain the same tempo in my fingering into his anus.
"Ah! Ah! Gel-bo ederama cousimo padrax!" he screamed, letting go of his verbal feelings in a strange language.
I quickly looked down between his legs to see the hard cock discharging its cream on the sheets. Without being told to, I put my head down there and licked the delicious fluids from the cloth and on up until I was licking and sucking it from the head of his declining cock. When I got up, Tako wiped at the spot with a wet cloth, and I was directed to fie down on the other side of the bed.
In a moment, I felt a glob of the warm oil poured into the small of my back, followed by Tako's skilled hands rubbing it into my flesh, along my sides, on my shoulders and arms. I was lying with my face away from the bed, and I could see Tako's prick was coming to life again. When I turned my face the other way, I was facing the foreign minister, who was lying on his side, his head held up by his hand, and his lips smiling admiringly at me.
"You have very great sexual powers," I compli merited him with all honesty, recalling that most of the lads I knew were either "rabbits," or they'd go once and that was it. "Are all men in your country so ... so sexually powerful?"
"Not all," he stated, a very proud look on his ruggedly handsome and slightly dark face. "But our women are not so erotic as American and European women. It is an old and very had custom that women should not enjoy sex in our country. But how can a man have pleasure for himself ... unless he knows he is bringing great passion to his woman? You ... you are very young, very light complexion, very beautiful, very blonde. I could not be so potent with my wife or another woman of my country...."
My whole body began to relax just listening to his resonant voice, his clipped and British English accent. But at the same time, my passions were stirring very slowly and comfortably. Both the man's voice and the unusually sensual quality of Tako's oil massage, made me close my eyes and crave more and more of these subtle sensations.
The boy was pulling the cheeks of my buttocks apart and pouring the oil into my crevice. I shuddered very slightly as his fingers probed my most sensitive anus with the slick, thick oil. Even the strange odor of the liquid seemed to have an aphrodisiac quality. I moved my ass around slightly to let him know I was enjoying it. I also reached down between my crotch and the sheets to open the lips of my cunt.
I withdrew my hand, and the sensation was as terrific as I thought it would be! My clit was rubbing directly on the bedsheet as I moved my ass up and down until I had an orgasm. Tako could obviously tell when I had it, because he withdrew his fingers from my anus and told me to turn over on my back.
The foreign minister moved slightly closer so that he could observe better the way Tako was rubbing the oil on my breasts and over my belly. The boy's slipping hands thrilled me internally, all the way to my crotch, as he used them on my tits. He would try to pinch my hard little nipples, but it was impossible for him to do so because the oil was so slippery. The nipples would slide right away from them and provide me wonderful sensations when he did it.
I opened my legs so he could oil massage my cunt and legs. He sleeked his hands between my thighs and down to my feet until I was bursting with a desire to come! I looked over at the foreign minister. His cock was hard as before, even harder maybe.
"May I ... I suck it?" I asked him breathlessly.
He said nothing, but straddled me at my chest, facing me. His cock was as oily and slippery as my hands. It kept slipping away when I tried to get a grip on it, and we both laughed. I wanted to suck him so much I didn't care about the oil, or that it might taste awful or make me sick. I was about to give up my attempts at getting a hold on it, and just bob for it with my open mouth, when I suddenly felt Tako's fingers rubbing the oil inside my cunt, slipping and sliding over the ultrasensitive inner surfaces until I cried out in orgasm and tried desperately again to grasp the huge, hard cock that stared me in the face.
"Tako! Go!" the foreign minister ordered harshly, and the boy immediately went from the room at a very fast pace. "Now, Miss Wilson, I will not waste time on having you try to catch my cock to suck. If you wish to suck off someone, you may do it to Tako after I am through with you. Miss Wilson, I am now going to fuck you, and I will tell you that you will never be fucked like this again in your entire lifetime!"
The determination with which he spoke made me shudder as he let his body down on top of mine. Still supporting himself with a hand on the bed at either side of me, he slid his body over mine, showing me how unusually difficult it might be for him to get his penis into my pussy with our bodies oiled so.
When he released his hands and the support was gone, I felt like we were in a wrestling match together. He would slide off to one side, try to he on me again, then slide off the other side. On his knees between my legs, his hard cock swinging slightly from side to side, he tried to aim it to enter me, only to have it slide out of my pussy and down under my ass, or up over my stomach.
I tried to grasp his cock and guide it in myself, but I couldn't hold onto it. When he attempted to do the same thing, it would just slide out of his hands. Again he got on top of me and quickly put his arms around me, just beneath my armpits. His lower body and legs would then keep sliding off one side or the other.
I tried to lock my legs around his. We tried to intertwine our legs, but we tended to use too much force, resulting in one or more of our legs slipping loose and flying up in midair. While he was holding onto me, my breasts were sliding all over his chest and creating stimulating sensations. We rolled over and over together, from one side of the bed to another.
Breathlessly, he finally let go. The only contact I had achieved at my pussy was an occasional rub of his balls or the root end of his cock sliding over my clit. It was torturing me! I was so frustrated, I felt I would go mad! At that moment, I was as much a nymphomaniac as Vickie ever was. I was literally crying to be fucked by that wonderful, hard, slick cock!
"Oh, please ... please, sir!" I begged him tearfully. "Can't we wipe off this oil and fuck. I want your cock so much, sir. Please...."
"Ha ha! The American girl now begs for this penis!" he blared, laughing cruelly. "Strange ... I must pay with money for the favors of a beautiful young American ... and it is she who begs to be fucked! Ha ... ha ha!"
With that last laugh, the foreign minister fell on top of me again and wedged his hips between my legs. Then it was the tops of our bodies that slipped and slided as we each fought to regain our together position. My breasts were squashed in one moment, then sprang to life immediately as his mighty chest suddenly slipped away helplessly.
But while his lower torso was wedged between my legs, I could feel the head of his cock slipping around in the entrance to my cunt! I begged him to push it in, push it in! I felt that with one great push it would slide right in. But no! It only slipped out under my ass and teased 'my anus, or it slid over the top and made my clitoris swell to the brink of orgasm, but no farther.
"Please, master," I cried to him pitifully as Tako might have done. "If ... you won't let me dry off the oil with a towel ... will you let me try to get on top ... and fuck you?"
"Yes, of course, my little American girl!" he agreed immediately. "You may fuck me all you want ... if you can."
He immediately moved over to the other side of the big bed and lay on his back, the mighty prick sticking almost straight up, but slightly inclining toward his body. I was too eager. The first time I tried to straddle his body while on my knees, I let my right thigh contact him just above his left hip, and I slid and went sprawling off the bed to the floor.
When he saw that I was not hurt, but was clutching at the sheets to drag myself up on the bed again, he broke out into hysterical laughter. So, I tried another method. I straddled his hips standing up. It was a precarious stance, standing up on the yielding mattress like that, but I was so desperate for his cock, I didn't care. At that very moment, I gladly risked a broken leg.
I was grateful that I was in good physical shape. I played tennis and exercised regularly. I bent my knees and lowered myself gradually, determined not to touch his body until his cock was deep inside me. My body was tense, but I felt under control. I moved forward slightly so that when his cock met my crotch, we would be in the right position.
My heart was racing, pulsing blood through my body with great force. I cried out when I realized that the head of his cock was touching my slippery cunt lips. I was so excited I pushed myself down immediately, only to have his cock slide upwards and across my clit again as I fell over and slid off his body!
"Take ... take back the money," I cried. "Just ... fuck me ... please...."
"My little American girl," he said with an amused and proud grin, "I would never ... never take back the money. To see such a beautiful young American girl as you so sincerely desperate for my prick, has been already worth more than I have paid. But ... the fun is over. Now, I will show you how to fuck after oil massage!"
I looked down at his cock, watching it pulsate, knowing that he was uncircumcised, yet unable to tell it when his mighty erection thrust aside all the foreskin for the swollen head to be naked in all its glory. The head of it looked different than that of circumcised men. It was lighter in color and did not have so large a crown, so pronounced. The reason was obvious. The head was protected, covered by the shield of the foreskin, except when in a state of violent erection.
The foreign minister was still smiling as he supported himself above me with one hand and slowly approached his glistening, oiled cock with the other one. Our hands had both been touching the sheets quite a bit, and I noticed that there was a lack of the oily look about his hand that slowly closed over the root end of his cock. He was using his pubic hairs for their frictional value too, not grabbing the prick in a heat of passion and trying to force it to his liking ... only to have the greasy rod slip from his reach.
I lay perfectly still. I looked at him, met his rapacious eyes, and I opened my lips and used my tongue sluicingly to make them wet. He sighed, and I knew he liked the way I was looking at him, gesturing with my mouth. He knew I wanted to suck his cock too, and in his own way of sadistic satisfaction, he thrilled with the knowledge that he would not let me suck it.
He lowered his body slightly, guiding the cock from its root end. I felt the head probe between my slippery cunt lips very, very gently. There was no sudden force, just the gentle probing that pushed forward by a fraction of an inch at a time. I felt it finally go through the vaginal entrance. Only then did he suddenly and forcefully thrust forward!
The mighty cock immediately filled my young vagina and poked at my uterus. His body came down on mine. We slipped and slid around and he grasped my body in one very quick move I His arms around my back then completed the coupling, guaranteeing that no matter how slippery our bodies were, we would stay together at our crotches and chests. His outer thighs slipped around my inner thighs uncontrollably, but his cock continued to fill me with its hard, driving volume!
"You feel fucked now?" he asked me, pushing his cock in and out of the entire length of my vagina in a way Dad had tried, but could not accomplish. "My cock has been in more cunts, more mouths and more assholes than you would ever imagine ... American girl! Tako? Yes! I fuck him in his asshole until he cries! He is only eighteen. His ass will take much more when I put him out to sale!
"Tako is a fool! He is a lower class. He is only meaned to be for sexual amusement. It is true in my country. It is a different ... a refreshing thing, a novelty to suck the cock of a young boy. I have boys as young as eleven and twelve, but I do not bring them to your country. No! I must attempt a very neutral attitude toward my desires. I must know that only my most trusted colleagues, the lower caste too in the embassy ... they know I am a fiend for sex with young girls, with very blonde and white girls. They know ... and they know that if they ever would try to make an incident of me ... they would have their pricks and balls cut off, if male, and their tits cut off, if they are female. You see ... it is quite different in my country."
"I don't care! I don't care!" I screamed, responding to every thrust of his oiled cock into my cunt.
Nothing had ever been as good, as different, as the feel of the foreign minister's cock plowing into my body! Instead of my frustration being increased, I began to enjoy the sensations of our sliding, slipping, greased bodies. His cock was inside me! It was more effectively lubricated than anything I had ever before experienced! Not the liquid feel of Vickie's tongue, the hot and sexy probing of Mother's lips and tongue, not even Dad's insatiable fucking and sucking when he was sober enough to keep a hard-on, could compare to the ultimate sensations that the foreign minister's oiled cock created within me!
"Oh oh! I'm coming!" I screamed, feeling his hard, oiled tool slip and slide over my clit and deep into my vagina. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me!"
"You will come again before I remove my prick from your body," he said with much confidence, thrusting his cock back and forth into me even after I felt him shoot his love cream into my cunt. "I will keep fucking you, American girl! My juices are now in your body, Miss Wilson! I hope that I make you pregnant with a beautiful daughter ... and then I will fuck her!"
"Oh ... yes!" I cried out in a sexually obsessed rage. "I want you to fuck my daughter ... want you to be the first. And you ... you let me watch you ... suck her pussy. She will suck your cock and take her entire mouthful of your cream and give it to me in a lover's lass! Oh ... oh! I'm ... coming!...."
The foreign minister continued to fuck me, his pace alternating from fast to slow. When he was letting his cock go in and out of my juice-filled cunt easily, I would reach down and feel his slippery rod, fondle his huge balls. In turn, he used my titties for playthings, mauling them with his hands until they slipped suddenly away and produced wild sensations that started me on the way to my third orgasm!
"Again! Coming!" I screamed hoarsely and thrust my oiled pelvis to his.
I could feel his powerful cock twist and jerk in great spasms inside my vagina, and once again, the flow of his virile sperm gave me a liquidly warm sensation that made me suddenly come again, and again, and again.
When I had bathed and dressed, I had no more strong desire to suck off Tako. The idea was still intriguing, but it made me think of little Bobby. Someday, my own little brother would be a part of our family sex machine, and I would suck his young prick. The thought stayed with me for the long drive home.
For the next year, I had an average of two dates a week, and often brought in as much as five thousand a month for the family income. I kept looking for some trace of jealousy in Mother's attitude toward me, as I was making more than her nearly every month. Instead of jealousy, there was a strange sense of pride that seemed to fill her whenever I had a big date that would bring in as much as a thousand dollars.
Most of my customers were Americans, many were men of great wealth and power, and most were satisfied with intercourse and oral sex, though their appetites varied as to quantity. The main thing I had going for me was my youth and body. I was "sixteen" until I was almost nineteen, and then I became "seventeen."
Of course, I had many clients with odd and offbeat tastes. There was a Texas oilman who used to just sit in the chair in his hotel suite, fully dressed (including a ten gallon hat), and watch me sit opposite him and view the scene up my dress as he munched away on an apple. I always wore conventional street dress with very sheer stockings, garter belt and no pants. The man never touched either himself or me. I would gradually reveal more and more as I sat and crossed my legs and shifted around. When he could get a good look at my cunt, he came in his trousers, paid me, and we said "good night."
A New York industrialist had a pretty wild lack too. He bought a very nice fur-trimmed, full-length coat for me and had a seamstress put pocket flaps on each side. One was a fake, the other (on the left side) concealed a hole through which he could slip his hand. When I came to his room, I would take off my skirt, half slip (if I was wearing one) and panties.
When I put on the coat and buttoned it, I appeared to be fully dressed. We would walk outside, right downtown in Washington, stroll along F Street window shopping, and he would fingerfuck me to a half dozen orgasms in public!
Several men liked to call me by their daughters' names. One man kept asking me about how my father had sex with me, and I would have to go into it in great detail and even make up parts of it. He wanted me also to suggest ideas of how he could seduce his fourteen-year-old daughter, and he showed me pictures of her in the nude that he had taken through a two-way mirror between a hall closet and her bedroom.
I was so much in demand that men who had been with me in Washington would pay me to fly to New York, Texas or Florida to spend a weekend with them. I was eagerly looking forward to the day I would have a man and his wife or girl friend for clients, or even a Lesbian. It seems Mother had lost contact with most of the Lesbians she knew.
But one night, Dad came home very excited and drove me with him to the store to get some groceries. When we were in the car, he finally told me what had happened.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Dad! What is it?" I bugged him. "I can tell you're just bursting to tell me something."
"Looks like you'll finally have a taste of Lesbian love with someone other than your Mother or Vickie," he said, driving very slowly. "Most women who want a girl never come out and tell me. They usually go through a bellhop or bartender. But I was at the hotel bar this afternoon, and this very handsome woman, in her forties I figured, starts talking about sex with me. She's nice looking, good body. Hell, I was fairly sober, so I had ideas about her because it looked like she was hot and wanted a man.
"Yeah ... ha ha ... she was hot all right. But just as I get my hand on her thigh at the bar there and mentioned our going to her room. She looked straight into my eyes, shook her head negatively and said, "I'm sorry, but I go for young girls!'
"I thought she was kidding until I showed her the color pictures of you and watched her eyes just about jump out of her head. One thousand dollars!
No argument. She wants you to spend the night, I think, and at that price, it's worth it."
"Oh, Dad ... I'm really excited ... more excited than the first trick I ever took on!" I exclaimed.
"Damnit, Connie!" Dad said, suddenly angry. "Don't use that cheap whore talk! The people you visit are clients. You're not a whore. I never considered your mother or you being whores."
"Yes, Dad," I replied apologetically. "But tell me more about this woman. What color hair does she have? About how tall is she?"
"Oh ... brunette," Dad said, pulling in to the supermarket parking lot, but remaining in the car to talk a few minutes after we parked. "She's a little more on the chubby side than your mother. I'd say she has a body something like Vickie's ... Oh, hell, that reminds me. I told her about Vickie, and she wants to get with both of you. We can't do that tonight though. While you're gone, maybe it'll be a good time to break Vickie in. She's sixteen now...."
"Oh, Dad ... let me break her in and tell her all about it?" I asked anxiously.
'We'll talk about that later," he said, dismissing the subject and returning to my first Lesbian client. "Now, this woman's name is Rhoda Farrington ... Mrs. Rhoda Farrington, and she comes down to Washington quite a lot looking for young girls because her husband's scared to death of any of their New York or Miami neighbors or friends finding out she likes girls. Now ... her husband's name is Adam Farrington. Recognize it?"
"He ... he's a millionaire or something, isn't he?" I asked, trying to think.
"Or something ... yeah!" Dad said with a big laugh. "Adam Farrington is about the richest man in America or Europe! He's got oilfields in Oklahoma, diamond mines in South Africa, cattle ranches in Brazil and Argentina, six hotels in Europe ... he must own half the damn world. Think how important this could be to us. His wife likes young girls. You and Vickie can overwhelm her! And you start out tonight. And you wear a miniskirt ... just like you wear to school. No stockings, a tight sweater to make those boobies bounce. And ... you think you can get away with not wearing a bra?"
"Sure, I'll wear a very light jacket over the sweater and take it off and stuff it in my bag right before I knock on her door," I said.
"Good girl!" Dad responded happily. "Now, let's get these few things your mother wants from the store here, and then you go home and shower and get fixed up. I'll call Mrs. Farrington and tell her you'll be there about eight. And remember?"
"Yes?"
"You're sixteen years old and a sophomore in high school."
I dressed exactly as Dad had suggested, and I wore a very closely woven pair of nylon panties with that sleek look, which is almost essential if I'm wearing a miniskirt without pantyhose. I used just a little lipstick, but nothing else. Eye shadow, even a little pencil on the brows, would detract from the clean, fresh, unspoiled "school girl" type she obviously wanted.
When I knocked on the door of her suite at the hotel, I was so excited I almost forgot to take off my little jacket and stuff it in my bag. Just in time, I was standing there with my breasts straining to push through the tight sweater as Mrs. Farrington opened the door.
"Connie ... yes, I recognize you from your pictures!" she exclaimed, gesturing for me to enter the modernly furnished living room of the suite. "But your pictures hardly do you justice. You're more developed than I thought. And I do love precociously developed young girls. Your father tells me that you and your sister suck each other off ... and that he and your mother have sex with you. I think that's absolutely fascinating! My damned Adam ... my husband ... likes sex of every kind just like me. But he has to be so extremely careful. A scandal could cause such a roar.
"Do sit down, my dear. I have some ice cubes and Scotch and soda there. Do you drink liquor? Or should I get you a soft drink?"
"I'll have some Scotch and soda," I told her. "I think just one or two light drinks help me get more in the mood."
"Oh, you're such a beautiful, sexy young thing!" she exclaimed, watching my nipples roam around under the sweater, and the shapeliness of the hah of my thighs the mini exposed. "You ... oh, darling, you're not wearing a bra! You preciously adorable child! Now, Connie, you must tell me what you think of me. I have to know. And I want the truth!"
As I sat down, the older woman stood in front of me, about four feet away. She was wearing a very colorful long robe that went all the way to the floor, but I had already been able to judge that she must have very large breasts. When she took the robe off, she was completely naked underneath.
Mrs. Farrington's legs were slim to a certain degree, only becoming quite full gradually until her upper thighs and ass seemed quite large, but certainly not unattractive. Her flesh was very firm, and her waistline slim for a woman of forty-nine (which I discovered later was her age). But her huge breasts were just unbelievable! They were solid, huge, and stuck out far more firmly than Mother's, with just as much bigness and bounce as mine or Vickie's ... more bigness, of course. I would have guessed she took a 40-C in a bra.
"Yes, my sweets," she said with a proud, proud smile. "I thought they would fascinate you. Go ahead. Feel them."
Mrs. Farrington knelt in front of me and I hefted each one of the uptilted beauties. They were simply gorgeous and unbelievably firm. The white, only minutely veined flesh was a pure delight to feel and fondle and kiss. Her nipples were protruding and hard, the areolas relatively small. I lowered my head eagerly to suck one of them into my mouth.
"Plenty of time for that later, my sweets," she said teasingly, standing up with her legs apart so that I had a very close view of her thick, black pubic hair. "Look at this too."
She put her hand to her pussy and pulled the lips open. The lips themselves were perfectly formed and already moist. The woman smiled at me as she saw the wonder in my face, then dipped two fingers way inside her pussy and brought them out drooling wet, raised them to her mouth and licked them.
"I do taste good, precious," she said, smacking her lips. "Here ... take a little taste now ... much more later."
Mrs. Farrington dipped her fingers into the wet hole again and brought them out saturated with her sexual juices. I parted my lips and began to lick them with my tongue. The odor and taste of her juices were very much like Mother's ... but, even more like Vickie'sl
"And do you think I have a delightful ass?" she suddenly inquired, standing sideways and slapping her firm buttock. "And look at my cleavage, precious. It makes my husband go absolutely mad when he's in the mood for ass. He buggers young boys too."
The woman reached back and opened the crevice between her large and shapely cheeks of ass. There was nothing old and withered about that woman. Her crease as well as the anus looked very, very excitingly sexy! And when she leaned over in that position, there was an excellently arousing view of her cunt from the rear. I couldn't imagine how a woman her age could be so well preserved. And I think she understood the puzzlement in my face.
"Twenty-five thousand dollars and three months in a very exclusive clinic for cosmetic surgery in Switzerland," she said, still posing her arousing body provocatively for me. "I had it done two years ago, and I was so pleased that I insisted to my husband that he give my doctor there a ten thousand dollar bonus. But you, my darling ... I must see the young, natural contours of your body. Go ahead ... do something to tease me. I'm a masochist of sorts, Connie-and I want you to call me Rhoda-if I didn't have so much of my pleasure from being teased, I would be in there in bed with you now. I would have had you strip the moment you arrived and started kissing your lovely body all over right then. I don't like that. I like to be teased. Tell me how you and your sister do each other. She's younger ... that would make her only what? Fourteen?
"Almost fifteen," I said quickly, recalling that I was only sixteen. "And Vickie's even more developed than I am ... for her age."
"How does she taste, precious? Does she have a very juicy cunt? Do you?" Rhoda asked all at once.
"We both secrete very much!" I told her sexily, standing up to face her as she sat down and leisurely ran her fingers over her thick pubic hair and the outer lips of her cunt. "When ... whenever I masturbate in bed at night, I have to have a towel to keep wiping myself off...."
"Do you masturbate a lot?" she asked eagerly, her eyes brightening.
"Yes ... I have to," I only half lied as I slowly unhooked the clasp at the side of my mini. "I'm very much oversexed, you see. I ... well, a lot of times, even after I come home from a date and he's fucked me two or three times, I have to masturbate because I want more."
"Oh, my precious darling!" she shouted joyfully, her eyes glued to my fingers that were pulling down the zipper at my side. "I'm much the same. I've been here two days without a beautiful young girl like you, Connie. The first night, I met a lovely little nurse at a rather private bar in Georgetown that I go to when I'm here sometimes. But she was thirty-seven years old, divorced, and had two children. After we'd done each other, I offered her an amount equal to almost a half year of her pay if she'd bring her fourteen-year-old daughter and threesome. The nasty bitch! She slapped me and walked out. Some people are so crude."
As Rhoda talked, I completed unzipping my mini and let it fall to the floor. As I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, her eyes widened noticeably. My silky, sheeney panties (more like tights, really) clung revealingly to every contour they covered. My pubic mound as well as a slight indentation denoting my cunt lips, fascinated her. She looked up farther to the relative flatness of my belly and then on to the sweater which still covered my breasts and upper body.
"I like to suck Vickie's pussy, and she likes to suck mine," I told Rhoda as I turned around and tried some provocative posing of my own. "She's a little more full-bodied than I am, but her big tits are so firm and nice."
"Her cunt hairs? How much does she have?" Rhoda asked breathlessly.
"Oh, just a little more than fuzz," I replied.
"Does she let boys fuck her? Does she make sex with other girls?" the woman asked quickly, nervously.
"She sucks boys' cocks at times," I said, slipping my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulling down to expose just a bit of my soft belly flesh. "And she has an affair going with one of her female teachers. She's a young girl just out of college. I haven't met her, but Vickie tells me the woman's pussy tastes so good."
"Oh ... oh, you sexy child, you," Rhoda panted, rubbing at her naked crotch with a little more determination, then spitting on her fingers and using them to play with a nipple. "I do social work, you know ... my husband would shoot me if he knew some of the things I get by with. When I go to a home and the parents are out ... I do very sexy things. A little girl of fourteen let me suck her pussy for five dollars ... and I did her little brother's prick, too."
"Mm-mmm," I sighed sexily. "That should have been nice. I'm sure I'll be sucking off my little brother when he's older."
"Oh, but you do suck off your father ... and your mother?"
"Yes, and they're both very good," I said, peeling the panties down to just a fraction of an inch below my hips. "I swallow all of Dad's come, and then I keep sucking and give him a second orgasm sometimes. Mother enjoys sucking me, while I'm sucking him. And sometimes, we get in a triangle so that he's fucking me and sucking mother, while Mom and I kiss and tongue each other and talk sexy. He always wants us to tell him about the sex we've had with others recently."
"Oh, what an absolutely wonderful family!" Rhoda exclaimed, as I rolled my sweater up a few inches above my navel, "You have a ... a regular family sex machine! Oh, I wish I could get to my daughter. She's such a sweet girl. But her husband is so Victorian. One of my Lesbian friends in New York-a woman about my age-told me that she's seduced both her daughter-in-law and son-in-law, but their spouses aren't in on it. No ... that would never do. I would so love to be a part of a family in which everyone fucked or sucked each other and there were no secrets. When do you plan to bring in your sisters and brother?"
"As soon as they get old enough," I told her, tucking my roll of sweater beneath my tits and licking my lips as I ran both hands down the sides of my thighs. "Vickie's thighs are a little larger than mine ... but solid. Her skin is so nice to lick. It has a ... a kind of glossy softness to it. Anyway ... I like to lick girls or women, but I'm not wild about it with men. I like to give Vickie a tongue bath. I start out by sucking her toes one by one, sucking her big toe a long time. I tease her legs with my tongue and kiss and suck behind her knees.
"When I get up on her thighs, I lass and lick the insides, but I stop when I can feel I'm right next to the lips of her cunt. Then I turn her over and spread the cheeks of her big, lovely ass, and I lick around in between them. I have a lot of saliva secretion too, so some of it drools ... right into her assholel"
"Oh, my God! You wonderful, sexy child!" Rhoda literally screamed, and I could see her juices making the seat wet as she continued to graze her fingers across her vaginal lips. "Connie ... oh, Connie! I wish I could own you. I wish I could have you any time. No! Don't come any closer yet. Don't touch me yet. I want to be teased until I'm absolutely mad! I want to be a crazed wanton! I want to be so mad for you that I feel like raping you! Have ... have you ever been raped by a girl ... a female?"
"No ... but it sounds interesting," I sighed in my sexiest, breathiest voice, then rolled the sweater up over my titties and pulled it over my head and tossed it over where the mini was. 'Which do you think are my sexiest assets so far. Rhoda? My titties ... or my thighs?"
"What a question ... it's difficult to answer," Rhoda panted as she squirmed about in the chair and let a small bit of saliva drool from the edge of her mouth. 'Your breasts are precious, darling ... so young, so firm, so full. But ... your thighs lead to your honey pot! I can see the outline of your mound with the little ruffles of hair around it ... the cunt lips! Oh, my darling, I like to torture myself this way ... because I feel right now, as if this is a dream. That access to your wonderful young body is impossible. But? I know back in my mind that you are attainable. You are mine, even if it's just for these few precious hours. You have ... such small nipples, my sweets. But they are hard! You're not at all like the usual girl a woman like me finds ... and pays for. You really are very excited. You do want to suck my pussy. Oh, darling, darling Connie! Please let me see between your thighs! Open your cunt for me and let me watch you masturbate ... just a little ... like you do when you're by yourself at night?"
"Do you really want to watch me be a bad little girl and play wif my putty-tat?" I asked in a baby-talk falsetto, inching my panties down slowly, revealing only the light pubic hairs and then the top of the lips. When my full crotch was exposed, I pushed them on down to my knees and wiggled them to my feet and kicked them aside with the rest of my clothing. "I hope you like my pussy, Rhoda.
"Oh, child, I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner!" she exclaimed, breathing heavily and seeming nervous and confused, until a smile began to creep across her lips. "Of course! The setting's not right in here. You upset me so ... so sexually that I ... I can't think straight. I demanded a two-bedroom suite for this very purpose. The room oh the left there, with its own private bath.
"I haven't looked into it at all since I've been here, you see. The room is yours ... in surroundings I've never seen before. Now, Connie, you must go in there ... turn back the covers and lie down on your back with a couple of pillows under your head. Leave on only the night table lamp ... or the small one just above the headboard. I ... I don't even know how it's furnished, see?
"In ... in five minutes ... exactly, I will open the door and find you masturbating. Won't that be nice?"
"Yes ... I may make myself come too ... it happens very easily when I'm in this mood ... seeing your naked body...." I sighed, parting my legs slightly, licking my lips again, and placing both hands on the insides of my thighs at the knees and slowly drawing them up to my crotch.
"Connie, sweets ... please! Go on in the room now, she pleaded. "Just ... five minutes. I ... I want to clean up a little bit. Do you have a favorite scent ... cologne or perfume, that you'd like me to wear?"
"No, Rhoda darling," I replied huskily, taking my moist right hand from my pussy, putting it to the puckered lips of my mouth, and blowing her a kiss. I don't want to taste and drink colognes. It's you I want to eat...."
"Oh ... oh, Connie!" Rhoda screamed, suddenly standing up stiffly, then falling back into the chair and going almost limp. "No ... body ever made me so helpless! Connie! Do you know that you made me come? I wasn't even touching myself, but I couldn't help coming. Oh, I wish I was a man and could have shot it all over the rug to show you what you've done to me. I'll be down in Washington every week for you, Connie. And ... I still wish I could buy you for my very own...."
I was keeping myself under good control, I realized as I walked into the bedroom, turned on the light and closed the door. I wasn't acting or deliberately faking my provocative actions and speech. I was turned on as much as Rhoda, and part of it was self-induced. I mean that what I said and the way I acted, was stimulating for me. If the tables had been turned, I was doing the things another girl could do that would psych me out of my mind! And seeing the effect I had on her, aroused me that much more.
I'm a voyeur, and I must be an exhibitionist too. I can't put down exactly in words how I felt, what a sense of sexual power and mastery overwhelmed me as I realized the tremendously forceful influence I (a little high-school senior) had on such a worldly and immensely rich woman.
As I turned back the covers and top sheet on the big, modern bed that looked so very comfortable, I thought too about Rhoda's use of the terms "buy" and "own." I felt sure that she would, in actuality, offer a million or so dollars for me, if such a purchase were possible. I had been with rich men before, many times. But Rhoda was such a different experience. I seemed more able to open up with her and let my fantasies and passions take me wherever they wanted to go. Quite obviously, Rhoda was very much like me in her desires, fantasies and thoughts.
Yet, I had so very much more than she did. I was young; all of my body was natural. I had sex with my parents and sister, something she had always dreamed of, but never found possible, no matter how many millions of her husband's dollars she had at her disposal.
The beautiful bedroom. The entire suite! She must have been paying two hundred dollars a day for the suite, I realized. And the extra bedroom accounted for at least 50 or more dollars a day. Fifty dollars a day, Rhoda had been paying, just for the "effect" she wanted to watch me masturbate. It all seemed too incredible to be real. But then, I too was incredible for Rhoda. She had probably never, with all her money, had a girl as young, as pretty, as well-built, and as sexually responsive as I.
The soft light was furnished by a lamp on the night table by the bed. I languorously rubbed my left hand over my cunt lips (as I had watched Rhoda do) as I turned on the lamp, then walked over to turn off the overhead light, which was actually flourescent tubing set in a molding that surrounded the upper perimeter of the room.
I looked around. It was a very perfect setting. I selected a "soft-music" stereo on the radio dial by the bed, and then I quickly went into the bathroom, realizing that time was short, the five minutes almost gone. I let the shower spray down on me at a pleasantly warm temperature. I worked up suds with my hands and lathered all over my body.
"Um-umh," I sighed as the water jets pricked at my tits and I stood back and parted my cunt lips to feel the forceful liquid beat on the sensitive insides of my sex parts. I could create a mental picture of Rhoda and what she was doing in her bathroom.
Rhoda wanted me desperately. I knew that. She craved me! She wanted to use my naked body, lick my naked body! The woman who was old enough to be my mother-maybe my grandmother-but who was so bodily and mentally sexy herself, wanted me! She was probably taking a shower herself, I thought. And I could see with my mind the way she would play with herself. I wanted to watch her masturbate as much as she wanted to watch me!
I stood back from the strong jets of water and let the spray rinse off all traces of soap. I pulled open the lips of my cunt, and the water made me orgasm very nicely-not crazed, but a very nice orgasm. I turned my body around and slid the medium size bar of hotel soap between the cheeks of my ass. I put my fingers down in the sudsy mass to be sure that my ass was clean (and to feel my asshole, to realize its sensitivity) and natural in odor. I wanted no trace of soap smell. I wanted to be natural!
The luxury hotel supplied thick, white Turkish towels, and I luxuriated in them! I dried and rubbed and patted my body. When I was going over my breasts, I squeezed them in the towel, and I pinched my nipples between the material. The hottest sensation came after I had dried myself all over, but returned to my crotch! The sensation from rubbing the Turkish towel over my clit and inner flesh lips made me have two orgasms. I washed my crotch again, rinsed it, and then hurriedly went into the bedroom and lay down.
When I heard Rhoda's hand turning the doorknob, I was in a very comfortable, half-sitting posture, propped up on the two big pillows. My knees were pulled up, my feet touching, while my legs were wide open. My eyes were half closed, and I moved my head from side to side slowly and let out a soft moan. My right hand was in my pussy, the fingers fondling away at the visible inner lips, and my open crotch was in a direct line of vision for Rhoda as she entered the room.
I had halfway expected that she might be dressed in some bizarre way, or perhaps want to pretend to be my mother, or a headmistress of a girl's school. But nol Rhoda was as naked as she was before ... as I was.
"Pretend I'm not here, darling," she whispered to me, as she walked across the room and excited me with her mobile nudity, the lilting bounce of her big titties with each step. "Go ahead, darling. I want to watch...."
The emotion of exhibitionism took hold of me. I soon found that her presence and close observance played a great part in my high state of sexual arousal. She had pulled up a chair near the bottom left of the bed, and sat down. She put her elbow on her knee, then used the palm of her hand for a chin rest, projecting her face more directly in line with my crotch, and a few inches closer.
I continued to rub my inner lips with my fingers. I was becoming very, very juicy. Knowing Rhoda would enjoy it (and knowing it was sexually exciting for me too), I pushed my fingers deeper inside until they were covered with the thickish secretions, then I brought them to my mouth and licked them off. Rhoda shuddered and moaned when she saw me do it, and I found that a thrill went right through my body as a response to her reaction.
I sighed audibly as I dipped my fingers in my cunt three or four times in a row and then licked them off, smacking my lips. I began to breathe more quickly and audibly. I was panting like a bitch dog in heat! I turned over and was up on my knees, my ass pushed up and out to within inches of her face. With my left hand, I sensually pulled aside my ass cheek as I was still fingering my pussy with the fingers of my right hand.
When they were juicy again, I reached back and forced them into my asshole, letting out a very excited cry at the same time. I began to moan and sigh more loudly, moved my ass back and forth with my hips as a pivot! I found that I could use my thumb in my pussy, while two fingers from the same hand frigged my anus. I moved them in and out in a faster and faster tempo, orgasming two or three times and almost crying out loud from the intensity of the sensations.
My two fingers would dig their way deeply up my rectum as my thumb withdrew from my pussy. And when I took my fingers from my asshole, my thumb penetrated my vulva and rolled over my clit.
"Oh, my God, Rhoda!" I cried, my body shuddering. "I'm teasing myself more than I am you! Oh ... how can I wait?"
I had another fairly strong orgasm, and I stopped the motion of my hand and slowly withdrew the fingers and thumb. I had started to bring my hand around, when I suddenly felt her fingers close around my wrist! And then chills and thrills overwhelmed my body as the tip of her tongue began to softly lick at my fingers and thumb.
Of course, I relaxed my hand and she held it gently, almost lovingly, as she continued her little tongue bath of my fingers. One of the most thrilling and unexpected sensations came when she softly licked the palm of my hand! It was such a tantalizingly different f eeling.
"Connie," Rhoda whispered breathily.
"Yes."
"I want you to return to exactly the position you were in when I entered the room," she said. "The way you looked then is indelibly marked on my mind...."
I did as she instructed and within a few seconds, I was in the half-sitting position, my knees up, feet touching, legs spread. I started to put my hand down to play with myself leisurely. But I was so full of juice that after a moment or so, I brought my fingers up to my mouth to lick them off.
Without saying a word, Rhoda crawled up onto the bed and buried her face in my crotch. It was so pressed into my crotch at first that I could not watch her. But I could feel her madly impassioned tongue slithering away in my pussy. She explored as much of it as she could, then pulled her face back and began to lick at my clit so I could watch, could see her wet tongue moving over the nodule and pressing gently with each few strokes.
While Rhoda was doing that, she put her left hand below her mouth and began to pull on my inner lips creating a very wonderful sensation, even when she became not so gentle and tried to stretch them until they distended from my outer lips. With her index finger (and she continued to tongue my clit in the same way), Rhoda began an in-and-out rubbing between the inner lips that created, along with her tonguing, a very intense passion that finally made me come again.
But Rhoda did not stop. She did not seem to take notice of my orgasm. She was indeed in another world, her own world of enjoying my body as she pleased. The finger that had been rubbing between both inner lips was very wet with my juices and, almost as if by accident, she slid it out too far one time and it slipped over the small area of flesh beneath my cunt and went right into my asshole!
After I had another orgasm, she began to lick up into my pubic hairs and into my navel. She kept frigging both my anus and vulva in much the way I had been doing to myself, until the positions she wanted to attain for mouth access made it very awkward. Rhoda is more of a "licker" than I am. She fondled my titties and sucked the little nipples until they were very hard. She used both hands to handle my breasts as she licked all over their firm contours.
I was glad that I had taken the shower and not had time to put on any deodorant, because Rhoda's ravenous and wet tongue went from the upper part of my left mound right into my armpit! I raised my arm slightly and she licked furiously, her breath coming in stronger pants. She moved to my other armpit and did the same, as she reached down to grasp each buttock and squeeze and knead them.
"Oh, darling ... oh, darling," she moaned, raising her head until she was only inches from my own face, her sensual lips slightly parted, the look of love and lust combined on her attractive face, smeared lipstick adding to the picture. "Kiss me, Connie ... kiss me like you've never kissed another woman in your life!"
As her hands continued their exciting massage of my ass cheeks, our open mouths met in a kiss of molten liquid and searing flesh. It was the "hottest" kiss I had ever had! Our mouths seemed to be made for each other. And our tongues became almost locked in a battle as we tried to penetrate each others' mouths. But I finally relaxed mine, and Rhoda "fucked" my mouth with her tongue for over a minute, then suddenly sucked mine into her mouth and went to work on it as I would sucking a cock. It was just delightful!
While I was enjoying everything about Rhoda, she helped scoot my body down until I was lying flat. Then, when she lay on top of me, I could feel with much more intimacy the contours of her own body. Our titties squashed together and slid around. She raised the upper portion of her body and let the breasts dangle over mine. I needed no instruction to grasp each of my breasts from the sides and work them around until our nipples were contacting, rubbing excitedly against each other and making us both gasp with the beautiful sensations they created.
It was especially enjoyable for me, because I had control over everything. I would guide a nipple up to hers and work it back and forth (my tiny and hard bud against her large, pink nip), and then I would get the other one in the same position and I rubbed them to her nipples and breasts as I pleased.
"I'm coming, darling!" she whispered with sudden breathiness. "Quick ... please, precious ... go down and eat me ... make me keep coming!...."
Rhoda moved off and lay on her back, legs parted. I lay over her body with my head at her crotch and planted my lips right on her pussy. She was very juicy and her taste was so exciting for me, in that "in-between" sense of Mother's and Vickie's.
With my lips sucking hers, I darted out with my tongue in the depths of her cunt. I pushed my face farther, and with great pressure. I could feel that my tongue had passed the entrance to her vagina as the liquid began to flow more, and I sucked it all, swallowing eagerly. At the same time, Rhoda let out one tremendous scream that I thought could be heard throughout every room and suite in the huge hotel.
Her body tensed too, but then immediately relaxed into a lifeless state.
"Rhoda! Rhoda!" I called out to her, crawling off the body and disappointed that I had not already played with the big cheeks of her nice ass and squashed them around with my hands.
But when I got off the bed and looked at her, my own desires left me. Rhoda looked dead! I had heard of people having heart attacks when they were in the middle of sex acts, and I was terrified. I started to pick up the phone and call a doctor, but once again I knelt by her body.
"Rhoda! Oh, Rhoda, please be alive," I begged.
And then I saw the smile slowly emerge from her lips and the eyes open. Otherwise she remained absolutely motionless.
"Don't worry, Connie, precious, I always just go limp ... completely limp, when I have an orgasm that powerful," she told me softly. "Here ... come up and lay beside me ... the other way. I want your young, precious cunt to stare me in the face any time I wake up...."
Neither one of us awoke until bright daylight was pouring through the window. It was nine o'clock in the morning. But as we began to caress each others' buttocks and lick softly, I knew that Mom and Dad would have told the others my baby-sitting job was for overnight. And I knew that one of them, most certainly Mom, would have called the school with an acceptable reason for my absence.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, Dad, it's so good! Put it in all the way. I can take it all," Vickie was crying out as Dad fucked her for the first time.
Mother and I fondled one another as we watched Vickie's excited body move around on the bed, her ass pumping up to Dad to get all of his cock. Her big tits rolled around. And Dad was doing all right too. We had just broken the news to her, and Vickie was just as enthusiastic about everything as I had been. Perhaps a little more.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Bobby and Melody were downtown to see a three-hour movie. Since they took the bus, that gave us a safe four horns as a minimum.
Mother took her fingers from my pussy and walked over to the bed. As my father kept his hard cock going in and out of her restive crotch, Mother got on the bed and fondled her left breast. It was big and excited, the nipple more dark and pronounced than mine. Vickie put her arm around Mother and pressed her head more tightly into the breast.
"That's good ... so good, Mother," she sighed, still pumping upward to meet Dad's thrusts. "Why didn't you tell me before? I wanted to suck Mother off so many times. When ... when I was sucking Connie's pussy."
"We felt better waiting until you were about seventeen," Dad replied quickly, adding, "Damn you're nice and tight."
"I told you, you were the first to fuck me," Vickie said. "I've had things in me, but never a penis. Go, Dad! Go ... it's wonderful!"
I moved over to the other side of the bed from Mother and grasped Vickie's right breast firmly with both hands until her nipple looked as if it were being squeezed out. And then I put my lips over the big, dark bud and sucked on it. While it was in my mouth, I lapped back and forth over it with my tongue, and Vickie started screaming with her first orgasm since Dad had eaten her earlier.
I could glance across and watch Mother sucking hungrily on the other nipple and trying to draw all of the tit she could in her mouth. Vickie moved the upper part of her body, thrusting to us as she withdrew slightly from Dad's penis. It was beautiful! Mother and I were playing with ourselves as we sucked her big titties.
After a few more minutes, Mother looked at and gestured toward Vickie's face. There was seldom any need for words among us because we were so much the same about sex in so many ways. Mother's gesture pleased me very much, because I knew she meant that I was to straddle Vickie's mouth, the role she had performed when they initiated me into the wonders of incest.
"You're going to eat me, darling sister," I announced, getting up on the bed. "While Dad is fucking your virgin cunt, Vickie, I am going to sit on your face...."
"Come ... come on," she responded eagerly, and I straddled her chest on my knees and lowered my cunt and anus until I could feel the tip of her oversexed tongue lapping indiscriminately.
Vickie groaned and grunted in ecstasy as I rolled my crotch back and forth, letting her lick and suck all the way from my clit to my asshole with each cycle. She loved it and I loved it, and it certainly wasn't the first time we had done it together.
Mother was unable to get to Vickie's tit and suck it, but I think she was looking forward to using her vibrator and watching. Dad and I put our arms around each others' shoulders and began tongue kissing and whispering sexy little things, in a beautiful triangle. Vickie was working with her hips as much as she was her mouth and tongue. Father and I almost had passive roles. We could be still and kiss and talk, while Vickie provided all the excitement, including her gurgles, sighs and moans.
I looked over to the right and saw that Mother was sitting in a chair right by the bed, watching us intently, her wide eyes like someone watching a ten nis game, as they went from the sight of Dad's cock pushing and pulling at her cunt, to the way Vickie was so eagerly eating and sucking and licking my crotch, the droplets of my juices going down her face and into her pretty hair. At the same time, Mother was applying the vibrator to her own cunt (which I liked to watch) and having beautiful orgasms!
"Okay, girls, here I go!" Dad announced suddenly as his pace of fucking Vickie and sucking my tongue both quickened in tempo at the same time. "Ready?"
Vickie was able to grunt a "yes" as I sat down on her face when she had her tongue up my ass. I raised up a little and leaned farther toward Dad, who was shaking as he came, and pressed my clit to my sister's mouth. She made me come to a very strong, screaming climax with just two or three strokes of her talented tongue.
Dad moved away quickly and Mother dropped her vibrator and crawled up between Vickie's legs. Mom's lips and tongue were at work to drain her cunt of every drop of liquid before so much as a quarter teaspoonful had drooled out between her sex
"Well ... now we have two 'clever daughters,'" Dad said after we had washed and were sitting downstairs in the den. "And your first threesome client, of cOurse, will be Mrs. Farrington tomorrow afternoon. Better be careful, Connie. She might like Vickie better than you. But never let yourself become too fond of a client. It can cause problems. Be very sweet and lovable if they're the types who crave affection, but...."
The telephone interrupted Dad's speech and he picked up the extension at his desk. The person on the other end of the line did most of the talking, with Dad's response being, "Yes, it's still set up. No problem at all ... school's out for the summer." and "Excellent!"
"What's this about school being out?" Vickie asked.
"Good news for both of you before we go into the bedroom to take the pictures of Vickie," Dad said, smiling proudly. "And ... I'll take a few of the two of you together. For double the price, a client can double his fun."
'What's the good news?" Vickie asked impatiently.
"You know Mr. Carpenter, Connie?" Dad asked and I nodded my head (he was a man about forty from Louisiana). 'Well, he's the good news for Vickie. That was Ed, the bartender down at the hotel. Mr. Carpenter's here and asked if Ed knew of any 'new' young girls. So, Vickie, we'll have you dressed up and out of here right after the picture taking. This man's worth $750 and he's not too demanding, eh, Connie."
"The only demanding thing about him," I replied with just a trace of disappointment, but realizing it was all a part of the game, "is getting him hard. I sucked on his cock for a half hour and couldn't get it up. But I've learned a few tricks, Vickie. Go work up a handful of soapsuds and then slide them all over his cock and work it like masturbating. It'll rise."
"I'm so excited!" Vickie said, smiling at Dad and then me. "My first client! Does he eat pussy, Connie?"
"Yes, hell give you kicks all right," I assured her, then turned to Dad. "What's my big thrill?"
"This one should really turn you on," he answered with a joking leer. "It's sort of complicated, but I know I can trust Ed. There's this millionaires' daughter-a college girl around nineteen or twenty-whose family is in Europe this summer while she has their estate near Miami Beach all to herself. Next Tuesday, I'll have airline tickets for you and two thousand dollars! But ... you'll be expected to spend the whole week with the girl, and ... a handsome young male whore with an eleven inch cock!"
"Wowee!" Vickie shrieked. "Eleven inches. Oh, what a lucky girl you are!"
"Hardly," Mother interrupted, standing up and looking at Dad very seriously. "Vickie will learn soon enough that a big penis is no sign of extra pleasure. One that size could tear poor Connie up, Bud. Don't you think it's going a little too far to send her down for something like that?"
"Margie, dear," my father said calmly, holding her hand. "In the first place, Connie's over eighteen. She can do or refuse to do as she pleases. And in the second place, I have talked it all over with Ed, who has talked it over with the girl, Kathy Torrance. It's understood that nothing will be forced on Connie. If it's too big ... if it hurts her, she just has to say 'no.' The girl could get into a great deal of trouble if anything went wrong, and those Florida studs are not going to mess up a good deal. The guy may get as much as Connie does for the week's work. And all expenses paid ... a free Florida vacation!"
The trip to Florida was my first time in a big jet, and it seemed like we had just about gained altitude and reached cruising speed, when we started to lose altitude and land at Miami. I had a big suitcase full of new summer clothes, bikinis and sexy briefs, panties and bras. As the plane landed, I think I was more excited than when I went out to meet my very first client.
I felt no pangs of jealousy at all about Vickie back in Washington with Mrs. Farrington and some of my other clients. I knew that my sister's body and her being three years younger might appeal more to some people. But Mom was still going strong and she never begrudged me anything after I started making more money than she did.
Since I had been told that I would be met at the airport, I looked all around for the "stunningly sexy redhead" that had been described to me as Kathy Torrance. I don't think there was a single girl at the big terminal who was a redhead, certainly not young and sexy. I was told that Kathy was only about a year older than I.
As I was still standing there looking like a lost child, a very neat and well-mannered young Negro man in a chauffeur's uniform approached me. He looked me over very carefully, then broke into a warm smile when he saw the initials "C.W." on my suitcase.
"Pardon me, Miss," he said, taking off his cap, "I was wondering if you might be Miss Connie Wilson from Washington?"
"Yes ... I am," I replied, a bit puzzled as the man replaced his cap and immediately picked up my suitcase.
"I'm Harry, Miss Torrance's chauffeur," he informed me, pointing to a door at my left. "I think Miss Torrance did a little too much partying last night and overslept. She told me I was to come pick you up if she wasn't awake yet. But ... I imagine she'll be up and around by the time we get there. It's almost a forty-five minute drive.
When we pulled into the beautiful beach estate north of Miami, Harry deftly moved the car up the twisting, winding road to the mansion. It was beautiful, and I was still breathlessly excited.
"I'll just let you out here at the front door, Miss Wilson," Harry told me, stopping at the front of the house on the circular driveway. "The maid will let you in and tell you where Miss Torrance is. I'll take your suitcase to your room."
"But ... I wonder if I'm dressed properly," I stuttered, looking down at my cool miniskirt and casual blouse."
"I don't think that will make ... any difference," he said, trying to hide behind a knowledgeable grin.
About two seconds after I knocked at the door, it was opened by a very pretty young Negro girl in a Very short maid's uniform, and with a gorgeous figure. We both seemed to stare for no reason at all at each other for several seconds. And then I felt very tense and had to say something.
"I'm Connie Wilson," I said. "I believe Miss Torrance is expecting me."
"Yes, that's right," the girl said, showing a row of pretty white teeth as she smiled and stepped aside for me to enter. "I do hope you'll pardon my staring at you that way, Miss Wilson, but ... well, never say a word about this to Kath ... uh, Miss Torrance ... but I never expected to see such a beautiful and young girl like you. Miss Torrance will be more pleased than ever, I'm sure. She and Mr. Barkley are out by the pool, just walk through that door and down the hallway, then right outside."
Inside, the residence looked even more like a palatial mansion. The carpets, furniture, everything spelled money! As I walked down the long hallway, I realized that both Harry and the maid were aware of Kathy's mania for excessive amounts of offbeat sex, but I wondered if they also participated. My pulse rate was going higher and higher, and by the time I got to the end of the hall, I actually felt a little bit faint.
The door to the private and enclosed pool area had no glass window. It was solid wood! I quickly grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it. The door was locked! I felt on the verge of panic! And then my heart skipped a beat and I jumped back from the door as I heard a loud hum and crackling noise!
"This is Rosalie, Miss Wilson," the voice of the maid came from a small loudspeaker mounted above the door, "You grab that doorknob and open it, soon's you hear it buzz. Ready?"
"Ye ... yes," I stuttered as the noise from the loudspeaker ceased and a wave of relief came over me.
I was still very nervous and tense as I opened the door, but certainly improved from the way I had felt seconds before. I walked out into the pool area, which was surrounded by a very high wooden fence, a solid fence that provided privacy, unless someone hovered overhead in a helicopter. The pool was olympic size and the aquamarine water made a refreshing contrast to its sterile whiteness.
But there was not a ripple in the water. My eyes scanned the manicured green lawn to the right and front and rear of the pool. No one was in sight. When I looked toward the green grass area to the left of the pool, however, I saw a huge beach towel spread out. There were two figures on the towel, both completely naked.
The man looked like a Greek god muscleman, the most virile male I had ever seen. He had long, light brown to blond hair. He was lying down on his back. From what I could see, his cock appeared to be almost the size of the average man's lower arm! It was unbelievable! It was hard! And it was being fondled, licked and played with by a young, red headed girl with a body very nearly as well proportioned as my own!
The redhead's titties were a little larger than mine, and the left one, because of the way she was positioned, hung slightly downward and revealed one of the reddest nipples I had ever seen. She seemed to be a penis worshiper. There was a comfortable smile on the man's face as the gorgeously naked and sexy redhead licked all over the head and around the shaft.
Then, suddenly, the young Greek god's body began to undulate and spasm. The girl immediately glued her mouth over most of the head of the cock and began gulping and gulping. So obsessed was she, that she grasped the mighty cock with both hands and sucked in her cheeks. I began to shudder myself as I thought about the wonderful sensation she was experiencing.
My hand wandered for a moment beneath the waistband of my skirt and panties. I found that my pussy was very moist, the pubic hairs even damp. I didn't know whether or not to call out to them, walk right over very sophisticatedly and introduce myself, or to wait a little longer for the fullness of the enjoyment they had just experienced had calmed down.
I smoothed down the front of my mini and started . to walk toward them, when it was suddenly obvious that they had not completed their act. The Greek god turned the redhead over on the huge towel and began to put the limp, but monstrous cock between the cheeks of her ass I They seemed to be laughing and having great fun, and my inferiority complex made me depressed.
What could J add to their enjoyment? Why did the fabulously rich and spoiled bitch, Kathy Torrance, want me, when she had a man with a cock so big that nobody would believe it? Then I remembered what Mother said ... or approximately. The size of the prick had little to do with the way the man could use it.
I was even more convinced of Mother's statement when I saw her go down on the huge cock again and suck it up to a full hard! He moved himself over on top of her and they both tried to steer his mammoth penis into her cunt. But it was simply too big!
It was obvious also that Kathy had a hang-up. She tensed her body too much and undoubtedly tightened and tensed the inner muscles of her cunt as he tried to penetrate her. After all, I thought, Kathy was about the same age I was. But eleven inches was too much! And the thickness of his handsome cock was more than she could take.
The experience of watching him try to fuck her, gave me a new and proud feeling of confidence. It was my challenge! If I could let him put that abnormally monstrous cock in me ... and fuck me, I would be the rich Kathy's superior. I thought back to the time Jim had first fucked me, the night that Dad was almost sober and really fucked me right for the first time.
I knew it would hurt to let a man with an abnormally large cock fuck me. But I also realized that I could go through with it-if Dad had been straight with me about the deal he made with his trusted bartender friend.
Kathy was a beautiful young girl from what I could see of her, and it puzzled me just a little as to why a girl like her would be willing to pay thousands of dollars for the favors of people like Greg and I. Then I realized she was the sneaky type. She had to keep her private sex life a secret, just as much as Rhoda. She had unlimited amounts of money at her disposal, and she probably paid off Harry and Rosalie to keep her private activities from her parents. But, I wondered again, were Harry and Rosalie involved too? I liked Rosalie. She was different, something new. I wondered what she would look like naked as I watched Greg go down on Kathy.
I hadn't noticed it before, but when the man stuck out his tongue to use it for going down, it looked as big as his penis ... proportionately. Kathy was leaning back, supporting herself with her hands as the long, thick tongue lapped around the outer lips of her pussy and in her hairs. The hairs on her pussy were redder than the hair on her head.
She had a great young body. Her breasts were large and firm and very shapely, her waist was slim, her flesh smooth, her ass curvy and her legs so pretty. And as I drank in her bodily beauty as well as Greg's hard, thick, muscular body, I became very excited myself. I could see him use the fingers of both mighty hands so very gently to open her cunt lips. And then he put his tongue and lips out of sight, deep into her crotch.
"Oh ... oh, Greg!" I heard Kathy shout as she threw her head back in ecstasy and began to move her hips. "Eat it, Greg! Clean it out! Suck it like a vacuum cleaner, you fucking beach bum ... you beautiful beach bum!"
At that, Greg pulled his mouth away from her crotch and sat up. With his right hand, he slapped her so hard across the face that I could almost feel it from where I was standing. He grasped both of her tits in his huge hands and began to squeeze them mercilessly until Kathy was screaming so loud I felt sure the chauffeur would come out and try to rescue her. The poor girl's tits were being mauled! He was twisting them into awful shapes, grotesque shapes and I sympathized so much with her screams and cries.
He finally let go of her breasts, but then began to slap them back and forth with his open hands. There was no rhythm to his beating on them. Sometimes, he would whack both titties at the same time, but in an inward direction so that they slapped against each other.
"Greg! You're killing me!" Kathy yelled, her body twisting and contorting as he continued the tit beating relentlessly.
I was seriously considering going right back through that hallway and asking the chauffeur to take me to the airport or I'd call the police! Father never knew anything like a woman-beater was going to be there. I felt sure of that. Greg Barkley was an absolute sadist! A male whore hired to do what he was told and....
And then it dawned on me! Kathy could have jumped up and run into the house. She could have screamed for Harry to help her. Sure, she was screaming. She was also twisting her body around and throwing her head back like ... a girl in the top heat of sexual passion! Kathy was a masochist!
"I'm coming ... again, Greg!" I heard her call out. "Just ... a little more, darling."
He slapped her breasts back and forth again with more fury than ever, and Kathy flipped her body over suddenly and he went to work spanking the cheeks of her ass until they were both almost as red as her hair. Kathy's body jerked around with each slap, and she continued to scream, until with one final outburst, she went completely limp, and Greg stopped.
"Oh, I loved it, Greg," she panted as she rolled back over and cringed when her sore buttocks hit the towel. "Why do you have to be so expensive I can only afford you a week out of the whole year?"
The Greek god said nothing, merely looking down at her with that self-confident, even sardonic and mocking grin. He seemed to be saying to her (voicelessly, of course), "You stupid cunt! Rich bitch! You love to eat that muscle! You keep trying to take it up your rich, fat cunt. You love that cream, don'tcha, baby? Yeah! You like to lick and play with it and then suck my cream. Hell, you're not so different, cunt. They all want to get their lips on this cock!"
"Hello! Kathy!" I finally called over to her.
"Connie! Oh, you just have to be Connie! You're beautiful!" she cried out with joy, jumping up and running up to me, throwing her arms around and giving me very wet and interesting kisses, darting her tongue in and out. "Oh, Greg! Come here, Greg. This is the girl from Washington I was telling you would be here. Isn't she lovely! Isn't she sexy! And only seventeen years old!"
'Well ... yes, things seem to be improving around here," Greg said grudingly, looking me over from top to bottom.
"You bastard!" Kathy said jokingly.
"Oh ... I wasn't referring to you, Red," he insisted, as his eyes continued to undress me. "I was thinking of that cunt you had down here last sum-, mer. If she was eighteen, I'm still wearing diapers...."
"Goddamn you, Greg!" Kathy screamed angrily, stamping a foot noiselessly on the thick, green grass. "I don't give a shit what you think about my girl friends, but you know I can't stand it when you call me Red!"
As I suspected, Greg refused to reply or respond in any way to Kathy's outburst, except to give out with that confident, put down of a grin. He had Kathy hooked and he knew it. She liked to be talked down to, sneered at by a man. But what a body she had! When she was standing so close to me and naked, it looked better than before. And I suddenly realized what a crazy sight we must have madeboth of them naked, and there I was fully dressed.
"I ... I guess I didn't need to bring my bikinis," I said with a nervous giggle, breaking the sudden silence. "I didn't realize you had such privacy here."
"Oh ... they'll come in handy when we go down to the beach," Kathy said, eyeing me as eagerly as Greg. "It's fun to watch people turn on when I'm in my bikini, and lover boy gets a charge when the front of his trunks get stared at. I-still think most people guess you have a tumor on your belly! He looks absolutely obscene! Well, Connie, won't you take your clothes off and join us? I can see a cock getting harder and harder, and my mouth is getting awful hungry. I've been twisting it out of shape on the monster there, and I'm famished for pussy...."
As Kathy kept up her sexually sophisticated chatter, we walked down to a large table with a beach umbrella that was near the spot where they had been making love. There was a big chest of ice with expensive imported beer, plus an ice bucket, Bourbon, Scotch, water, gin, vodka, quinine water, and a few other items.
I quickly took off my blouse and mini, then Greg came over to unsnap my bra in back as Kathy knelt in front of me and pulled down my panties. She was so desperate to eat me, or at least to taste it, that she buried her face between my upper thighs and began to lick frantically in my crotch before the panties were even down to my knees.
As soon as Greg had my bra off and kissed each nipple very gently, he sat down on the grass and reached up to get my panties down so I could step out of them. I then leaned back against the table and spread my legs a little more so Kathy could get her tongue in me better. Oh, was she good! That girl knew how to eat it.
"Mm-mmm," she sighed, and then swallowed what little bit of my secretions she had sucked "Greg. You've got to taste this ... just for a second now!"
Greg leaned over from where he was sitting and looked up at me in a way that made chills run through my body. His face was young and rugged. He seemed to be in control of every muscle, and when he stuck out the big tongue and lapped deeply into my pussy with it, then drew it up over my clit, I had an orgasm I I couldn't help it! However, I didn't cry out because I thought it might hurt Kathy's feelings.
"Enough for now, glutton!" Kathy said, slapping his face away from my crotch. "You'll have time for all you want. But it's mine first. How did you like it, lover boy?"
"Tastes just like pussy," he said with a smirk, "like eatin' pussy, as my grandpaw used to say."
"Tuck your grandfather," Kathy cursed him lifelessly, then turned to me with a sudden smile and began speaking very excitedly, "Oh, Connie ... you're the girl Ed told me about who sucks off and fucks her father, mother, sisters and brother! Oh, what a wonderful groove that must be. And here I am ... an only child with a perfectly Victorian mother and father."
I did not correct her about the idea she had concerning my younger sister and brother, not then. I wanted her to eat me some more, so I put both hands down over the back of her head and drew her into my crotch. The tongue went to work again, licking my inner lips and clit. Her lips sucked at my supersensitive inner genitals.
Kathy was so hungry for me. I loved it. I still rested my hands on her head, occasionally teasing my fingers through the beautiful, long red hair. My back was resting on the table right above my ass, and Kathy put one hand on each buttock and began to rub and massage them sensually. I pushed my pelvis to her, made it move back and forth with enough force that I could feel her teeth hitting my flesh at one of my pelvic bones. It hurt, but just a little.
"So you fuck with your Mom and Dad both, huh?" Greg asked as he sat there and looked up at me. "And the sisters and brothers. Hell, I used to fuck my older sister when I was a kid ... after she was married too. But that's nothing out in the country. Sis is damned good ass, and she only lives about forty miles from here. The trouble is, I can't afford to waste a fuck on her very often. You girl whores can keep up an act forever, but a man has to conserve every shoot-off he can to make any money...."
I spit in his face! I didn't want to move my body away from Kathy in order to hit him or kick him. So I spit, and it hit him right in the left eye. When his muscles tensed and he stood up like he was going to beat hell out of me, I just stared at him. He knew better, knew he had to take it from me, but I could see him turn red all over and every muscle harden as he resisted his impulses.
"That'll teach you never to call me a whore again ... country boy!" I mocked his speech.
"Yeah...." he said between gritted teeth. "You win this one ... young lady! But I'll get even, Connie. I'll do it my own way. I won't hit you. I won't put a mark on your body while you're here ... but I'll make you damned fucking sorry you ever did that."
I paid him back with his own brand of response. I just looked at him and smiled, wiggling my body to let him know how sexy Kathy was making me feel. It was the first time in my life that I felt such power over a man, and such an exceptional man at that. He wanted my body. He wanted to eat me. Of course, Connie was a luscious young thing too. But he was in the position of being employed by her and knew that she liked to be knocked around, spanked and beaten. She was also of legal age (and so was I, but not to their knowledge). Yes, Greg could get by with about anything where Kathy was concerned. She was hooked on him and willing to pay a great sum of money for his company. But me? He had to be very careful. I wasn't paying him or begging him for his stud services.
If Kathy heard our exchange of threats, she didn't show it. She was too busy, off in another world. Her hands clutched tightly at my buttocks as her mouth manipulated my cunt in every possible way. I screamed aloud as I came, but not even that kept her from maintaining the same tempo and sighing and gurgling occasionally.
Her desperate hunger for my pussy was more excessive than Mrs. Farrington's obsession. I thought she would never stop. I looked down to see her body squirming and noticed that she was kneeling so that her heels were acting as a seat, and one heel was rubbing up into her crotch. It was going back and forth. Both her foot and a little patch of the grass beneath were wet with her secretions.
Greg was still sitting there, expressionless, gazing out at the water in the pool, then finally opening a bottle of beer for himself. I looked down at his cock. It was so big that I gathered it never looked completely soft. It was resting on the grass, half the length of his thigh almost. As I pushed my cunt faster into Kathy's face, I realized that I wanted to see it hard again. I wanted to handle it with both hands and jack off a large load of his cream into my mouth. He had tasted me, but I had not tasted him.
"Oh, Kathy ... you're good!" I cried out when I came the next time, and made it even more obvious by relaxing my pelvis and legs.
Desperately, Kathy stood up and began to frig her pussy with fingers from both hands. Greg laughed at her, but I knew what she was going through. She was hot enough to burst, but just couldn't come!
"Connie ... Connie, darling," she cried out to me. "Please make me come! Don't torture me like Greg. Bite my pussy! Bite it until I can't stand it any longer! Please ... or I'll go crazy!"
Connie sat in one of the chairs, very close to the front, but the position wasn't too good. I suggested going over to the spot where I had seen her with Greg. She thought it was a great idea and we both started off. But I stopped. I was pulled back by the big ice-bucket, the sight of it, what it brought to mind. It was a heavily insulated type and I quickly took off the top and gathered up a handful of the ice cubes to take along. I had a plan that I hoped Kathy would enjoy as much as I thought I would.
"Try this, darling," I said, as I sat down beside her spread legs, lying on her back.
"What ... oh ... wow!" she exclaimed when I began to stuff the ice cubes into her pussy. "Yi! Oh, Connie, that's ... worse than ... oooh, it's so cold! I'll have a frozen cunt!"
After I had stuffed the last piece of ice inside her red-haired cunt, I pulled the lips together and placed the palm of my hand tightly in her crotch to be sure the ice stayed there. Kathy twisted and turned, beat her hands on the mammoth beach towel. She screamed aloud several times and told me the sensation was like "having a horrible toothache in my cunt."
"Oh, fuck you, Connie!" she cried out at me, but there was no real anger, just the joke-like cursing that goes on among friends. "You ... you motherfucker. Ha ha! Connie! You really are a mother fucker, aren't you? Oh oh ... thank God, I think it's melting."
"I'll drink you off, darling," I said, surprised at my own sophistication, though I also realized I was copying Kathy's manners a little.
I had her put one leg at a time over my shoulders as I lay down between her thighs and began to lick her soft, young skin. I was still holding onto her pussy lips so she would not drain. When my mouth was very close to her crotch, I released my hand and put my lips to her cunt quickly.
I didn't have to suck at first. Ice-cold water began to drain into my mouth along with small pieces of ice, the remnants of the cubes. I crunched them between my teeth, but I accidentally took a very deep bite at one of Kathy's inner lips too.
"Yow! Oh, God, I'm coming!" she started to scream and toss around. "I'm coming, Connie! Bite me again! Drink me out!"
I simply repeated what I had done before, except that the piece of ice was larger and thus I bit down much harder on her inner flesh.
"Connie! Connie! Do it again! Bite me!"
The sensations were also getting to me. I liked to make her scream. I liked to bite down on her cunt flesh until she was in horrible pain. At least, I liked it so long as she liked it. I began to suck and swallow all the water and juices until I had above five or six bits of ice in my mouth, which I immediately began to chew. I took half a dozen hard bites, and each one was accompanied by another screaming orgasm and twisting of her body.
Then she went limp and reached down to gently ease my mouth from her crotch. When I looked up at her face, it had a beautifully sweet expression on it. She tousled her fingers in my hair and said, 'Where have you been all my life, Connie? I love you ... do you love me?"
"I've only ... known you about half an hour," I stuttered, adding quickly, "I know one thing for sure, I certainly couldn't say I don't love you...."
"I'm glad," she said, with such a happy and contented smile on her lips. "You ... you mean very much to me. I've never had a real girl friend for sex. Oh, there are other bisexual girls and Lesbians at the university, I'm sure of that. But they have bad reputations. Word somehow has a way of getting back home too. My parents disown anything or anybody who smells of that 'awful,' 'filthy,' 'vile' and 'evil' thing called 'sex.'"
"I guess you have to pay off Harry and...?"
"Rosalie....in a way," she replied thoughtfully, then pressed my head closer into the softness of her upper thigh as I started to move away. "No, Connie, stay down there for a little while. It's so enchantingly beautiful to talk to you like this ... while you're in my crotch ... at my crotch. I don't pay them with money. My parents are rich enough, but two or three thousand is all I can sneak by with in a year.
I've been having these week-long summer orgies since I was sixteen, Connie! And the way I keep Harry quiet is to let him fuck me occasionally. He was the one who got my cherry. I was only interested in girls at first, but I let him fuck me to keep quiet."
"What about Rosalie?" I asked, stroking the pretty red pubic hairs. "She's got a darling body on her."
"I know," Kathy said, unsmilingly. "And she has a bad hang-up about race. She keeps quiet if I act as her 'slave' for a day or two a few times every year. I don't think she goes for girls on the outside, but I have to lick her pussy."
'Why is Greg sitting up there just guzzling beer and ignoring us?" I asked. "He sure got mad at me awhile ago. Maybe that's it."
"I heard it," Kathy told me. "But I was too gone on eating you and trying to get myself off. No ... he's just sulking a little. It happens each year. He gets here a day before the girl, and he sulks when he finds out that huge cock of his isn't quite so magnetic for me when I have a pussy to eat."
"What a monster it is."
"The conceited bastard," Kathy said with a little laugh, her fingers coming down to join mine. "He makes a fortune off that damn thing and half the women who pay him can't even take it. I can't. I guess I do like the others. I keep trying to see if I can take it, then end up licking it, sucking it, swallowing his come. It's like having a very arousing sexual toy. Oh, and I can come when he moves the head of it around inside my vulva. But, damn it, I want to take it all the way in my vagina!"
"Maybe you will," I said.
"This is the third summer I've had him here," Kathy told me, shaking her head resignedly. "The other girls I've had could take it, but I doubt if you can. The others were pros, and not as young as you ... or as beautiful and lovable."
I smiled at her and our fingers intertwined into a tight grip just above her firm pubic mound. I wanted to say something, but I felt inadequate all at once. Kathy had put me off, I think, with her talk about 'love." I remembered my father's warnings about not getting too deeply involved or attached to a client. And the reason I felt so edgy right then, I finally decided, was because I felt that it was entirely possible for me to fall in love with a girl like Kathy.
"What do you like, Connie?" she asked me softly. "Sex ... you...." I started.
"What kind of sex with me?" she interrupted. "I know that you enjoyed it when I ate you. And I could feel that you liked going down on me, biting me, like I wanted it, thinking up the ice cube trick You're not a whore, Connie. That's why you're so lovable as well as being so sexy. Be very honest and frank, Connie, I mean it. Tell me the other things you would like for us to do together."
"That's tough," I replied, trying to think. "First of all, I don't believe there is anything that you would want to do with me that I wouldn't enjoy. Are you sensitive at your anus?"
"Very."
"Do you like to put your tongue in a girl's rear?"
"Love it."
"Do you like to watch a girl being fucked? And then join in?"
"Wonderful!"
"Do you want to watch Harry fuck me?"
"Very much."
"Do you want me to watch Harry fuck you?"
"Mm-mmm ... and watch me suck his nice black cock, too. Do you like the taste of come, Connie?"
"Yes," I answered immediately. "I think the expectation, the promise of knowing that I'm going to get a nice load of come to swallow is one of the reasons I like to suck a cock so much. And I like a girl's taste too. I secrete a lot and so do you. You taste delicious."
"And you too, darling," Kathy said immediately, squeezing my hand real tightly. "I wish you could bottle it and send it to me after you're back in Washington...."
Supper table conversation was fairly dull, but only in contrast to the livelier activities beforehand and the anticipation of what was to come. I learned that Greg was raised in small towns in Louisiana and Alabama, but had spent most of the last three years going between Miami Beach and New York. He had won a statewide weightlifting contest during his senior year in high school, which was his first time in a city of any size.
The thirty-one-year-old wife of one of the judge's made a clandestine offer of fifty dollars if he would meet her later at a hotel. Thus began his life as a stud. He didn't go the homo route except on special occasions, but he was in great demand among homosexual males. When he was a kid at school, he was well known for his sexcapades, any girl whom he dated was automatically dubbed no longer a virgin.
Greg ran away from home after he graduated from high school and ended up in Miami as a lifeguard. Pretty soon, he was receiving offers from men and women both that were equal to a week's pay for just an hour or two of sex. One woman took him to New York for a visit and he made a lot of connections there. In fact, he only spent about a week in Miami during the summer, because the money in New York was better.
Of course, I told about my unusual life story, except that no sexual details were discussed in an erotic or explicit way. Not at dinner. And since Greg and Kathy kept right on talking whenever Rosalie came in to serve, I did too. By the time we were having a glass of Benedictine and Brandy after dessert, it was Kathy's turn to talk about herself, and the conversation became a little more frank.
"Would you believe that my father was a preacher until I was eleven years old?" she asked as a starter. "A real Bible-belter who would be convinced that his little daughter would go straight to hell if she ever so much as saw a penis before she was married-that was him. Oh, he's still that way, but some property his father left to him in West Texas was right in the middle of a big oil strike. He owns three oil producing companies, six refineries, and a religious publishing house now. He takes Mother with him to some world religious conclave overseas every summer. And that's when this little girl does more than see a 'nasty' old naked cock.
"I was only fifteen when Harry fucked me."
"You were so frigging afraid of doing the Lesbian bit," Greg interrupted after a gulp of his B and B, "but didn't you have a boyfriend who was getting some?"
"Naturally," Kathy said snobbishly. "I went steady with our quarterback ... our star quarterback. But it was only for show. He couldn't make me come. I was a girl-girl girl then. Harry never made me come at first either. You think you're so great, Greg ... you can't make me come by really fucking me, either. I've only been with one or two guys who could."
"Yeah ... but you love this muscle, baby!" Greg said with a confident grin, reaching down to his lap. "You were licking and 'oohing' and 'aahing' and sucking this cock like there was nothing else in the world. And you dig this tongue too. You told me last night I should specialize ... like doctors do. Me? I could be a tongue man. But it's this cock what does it, baby. Whether you can fuck it or not, you love it. You're proud as hell to show it off to a sexy girl like Vickie! Answer me! Tell the truth, you rich, perverted cunt!"
"Yes ... of course," Kathy admitted very casually, lighting a cigarette, "It's a novelty. It turns on people to look at it ... even if you can't fuck them with it. You're like a sideshow freak, Greg. If I owned a circus and had the best freaks of any other circus, I'd be very proud of my freaks."
"You cocksing queer! You fucking perverted little bitch!" Greg grunted at her like a wild animal as he got up and walked around the table. "Who's a sideshow freak? I'm honest. I know what I am, and I'm not afraid to admit it! Cunt!"
As he snarled the last word, Greg smashed Kathy across the face with the back of his hand, knocking both her drink glass and cigarette half the way across the dining room. The swinging door from the kitchen immediately opened and Harry entered. But not to protect Kathy. He and the maid had probably been observing everything through the slit between the door and the jamb. He merely picked up the burning cigarette and snuffed out a speck of live ashes on the carpet, then quickly exited.
"Cunt! Crazy little cunt!" Greg railed on, grabbing two large swatches of Kathy's red hair and causing her to scream as he lifted her from the table to a standing position. "You know how we treat cunts like you in Alabama? We fuck the shit out of them, then kick 'em out of the car buck naked about twelve miles from home!"
"Not with a freak cock like that, you didn't!" Ka thy said, keeping up her insults. "The only thing you ever fucked back home was a mare or a cow! Or ... maybe you preferred stallions ... you like to take on a man every now and then. Cocksucker!"
"Fucking little tramp!" Greg said, holding brutally onto one swatch of her hair and seeming to almost pull it from her scalp, as he smashed her across the face two or three times. "I ought to rape your little Lesbian cunt ... bust your fucking belly wide open!"
"You haven't got the guts ... you country bred ox!" she railed at him.
"Greg! Greg, please," I said, interrupting them by walking between the two and grasping his hand that was about to pull out almost half her hair. "If you want to prove anything with that cock of yours, fuck me with it and ... make Kathy watch! Make her want it so bad! Make her see how you can fuck me with it...."
"A seventeen-year-old kid!" Greg exclaimed, then stepped back and began to laugh uproariously. "Oh, you're a funny bird, Connie! Ha ha! Do you think Kathy wasn't loving every minute I was knocking the shit out of her? She loves it! She's a freaky masochist. You just spoiled her fun, kid!"
"No ... not at all," I responded in a very serious voice, explaining. "What more clever way could you really hurt Kathy than to force her to watch me being fucked all the way by that huge cock of yours. You know how much she wants it ... but in three years, you haven't been able to get it in her vagina and really fuck her. And ... in spite of your sadism and her masochism, you know that you'd never rape her with it and tear her open, and be likely to not only lose a little income each year, but get thrown in jail...."
"Hal You must be out a your mind, kid! I'd tear you apart with this," Greg protested. "Then the rap would be raping a minor I'm no dumb, country kid, Kathy. I've been around New York and Miami for three years now."
"All I've ever known is the big city," I shot back at him, determined to make them both see that I could take him on. "And I know your kind, Greg. You come from the backwoods or the mountains. Up where I live, we have our influxes of hillbillies from West Virginia, the Carolinas, Pennsylvania. And the Miami area has its share of your kind-semiliterate, backwoods guys with only one thing going for you ... what you've got hanging between your legs. I'm sorry, Greg, but the fact that you're hung like a horse doesn't show me anything. If you're man enough to really fuck me ... all right. But if you're just going to he around and grin ... with that shit-eating look on your silly face, while Connie and I suck The Greatest Cock on Earth' and play with it and lick it ... I think I might as well go back to Washington. Yes! I'll invite Kathy to go back with me. Dad can give her a good fucking ... she'll know she's been fucked when he gets through with her. And she'll love my beautiful mother ... and my younger sister, Vickie. Sure ... why don't you just go home ... lover-boy'?"
"Connie ... no," Kathy whispered to me, coming up by my side and putting her arm affectionately around my waist. "I love you, darling ... but I need him too. Can't you understand that? Don't make him go ... please?"
Greg undoubtedly heard the last part of her desperate plea because he was giving out with the most confident and secure smile I had seen yet. He looked from Kathy, in her flesh-tight hot pants and a bikini halter, to me, in a sporty miniskirt and matching panties and a colorful T-shirt. I was not wearing a bra, and my nipples contoured proudly through the sleek mod fabric.
"You're all bluff, Mr. Barkley!" I told Greg with a sneer, gazing down with contempt at the bulging crotch of his shorts. "You come on big! You wave that freaky cock around and people think you must be great. You're probably glad you are too big for most girls and women. That way ... you don't have to prove that you're a man!"
"Please, darling," Kathy pleaded with me, clutching my right hand in both of hers and on the verge of tears. "I can't ... can't lose both of you."
I knelt in front of Kathy's intoxicatingly sexy body and unzipped the side of her hot pants. She wore nothing underneath, and I pulled them all the way down her legs. Rosalie came in to clear the table and ask if we wanted more coffee, never batting an eye at our conduct.
"Get us a Thermos of strong, black coffee," Greg told her with a growing smirk to his expression. "I'm a Southern boy, Rosalie. I like my coffee like my women-black and hot. Ha ha! But if I can't have your ass ... I'll take the coffee black and hot, and fuck me a blonde bitch from Washington, D.C. Yeah ... I'll take your bluff, kid. Maybe you have had enough cocks in you to take all eleven inches of this....
Crudely, Greg unzipped the front of his shorts. He pulled down the shorts along with a very "heavy-duty" jock strap, and let his "arm-size" penis flip out hard, jutting toward his belly. While I knew that size alone had nothing to do with the way a man could please a girl while fucking her, I was fascinated by the size of it just as much as Kathy was.
Yes! She was showing him off as a "sideshow freak," but he did have something. Maybe "freak" wasn't the right word! I wanted to have him plain fuck me, and I had confidence in myself too. Kathy was the underdog, and I honestly felt sorry for her ... to a certain degree. But Greg was the challenge!. I knew, in the back of my mind, that Greg longed to fuck a girl, longed to prove to Kathy that he was something more than a novelty ... a sexual novelty with an eleven inch cock that he could pretty much control.
Greg recognized immediately that I was not putting him on. I knew I could take it, but I also knew that he wasn't going to be able to just ram that monster in me. It would take time, lubrication, and some sort of rapport between us. I could relax and let him go, but Kathy was too panicky, tense and excited. When Greg tried to fuck her, she tightened up. He couldn't get it in her. And I felt so very proud that I recognized that.
Somebody, I don't think it was my father, I think it was a doctor I had as a client once or twice in Washington, told me that if the female sex organs (mainly the vagina and its entrance) were lubricated and relaxed enough, a ten-year-old girl could take a thirty-year-old man with a larger than average cock! That had to be the secret of it, I figured. Kathy was too eager, and Greg was too indifferent to care!
I did feel like a "whore" for a moment, as I realized I knew more about sex than they did! But my knowledge was gained from doing, feeling. It was natural. As we walked upstairs to Kathy's bedroom, I knew that I was going to take his cock! I had to take it because I had put up the challenge and bragged too much!
Although we had been naked together almost the whole afternoon, I seemed to become more sexually alive as I undressed and watched them undress. Greg had off his shorts, undershorts and T-shirt in half a minute or less, and I found myself admiring his muscles. I had been with some men who looked the skinny "before" picture in body-building ads, but Greg was definitely the "after" type.
When Kathy finished undressing she went over to Greg and knelt, holding the huge penis with both hands, licking at the pee hole and pretending to talk to it:
"Oh, you nasty, big thing. Is big ol' you going to go in my sweetheart Connie's pussy-wussy? Don't hurt my darling's nice cunt ... because I want to suck all of your sweet cream out of her after you pump it into her. Um-mmm! You lovely thing!"
I lay down on the bed then as Greg directed. My ass and lower back were on one of the new "fucking cushions" that had just started to become popular then. It made a direct access to my cunt more comfortable and easy so that his cock would be more in alignment with my vagina.
I could tell, although I was very nervous and anxious myself, that what we were about to do was upsetting to Kathy. She had been trying to take his cock for three years. That made me a little more fearful also. Could I take it?
Kathy hid her envy by flitting around the room and trying to be helpful. She found a tube of K-Y jelly, but decided that my pussy needed to be sucked by her for initial lubrication. She got on the bed and knelt between my legs, licking and sucking me to two orgasms. At the same time, Greg was standing at the foot of the bed and playing with her projected ass and pussy.
He pulled the big buttocks apart and blew into her anus, causing Kathy to twist and writhe. He investigated her oozing cunt with his fingers, then managed to turn around and lean backwards until his head was under her crotch and he could suck her cunt as well as her asshole, depending on how she pivoted her hips.
"Spit in it, Kathy!" I told her with breathless excitement. "Make it so juicy that the big end of a baseball bat would go in it! I want Greg's cock to fuck me! Promise to fuck me, Greg. I don't care if it hurts! Hold me down and rape me with your cock!"
I had become almost hysterical as a combination of the extreme nervous tension, the idea of taking such a huge cock from a good-looking man, and the mobile liquid pressure that Kathy's well experienced tongue was putting on my ultrasensitive clit.
"Okay, damnit!" Greg responded, standing up from his awkward position and tossing the tube of lubricant back to Kathy. "You grease her pussy up good. Get plenty of it down there by the entrance to her vagina and down in her vagina ... then you can grease up my prick."
I was trembling slightly, holding back the urge to shudder and crack up. I saw Greg slowly stroking his arm-sized cock, letting his hand just run up and down the bottom of the shaft until the whole thing throbbed, then taking his hand away. The head was a purple-red and the pee hole, I swear it's the truth, winked at me. The big veins were swollen up and down the length of the handsome thing, and his heavy set of balls dangled like bells below.
Kathy squeezed about a fourth of the new tube of K-Y onto the fingers of her right hand. I reached down to help by holding open the lips to my pussy. I leaned over to watch as Kathy spread the entire amount from her fingers into my cunt. And then she smeared it all around my inner lips, up over my clit with a nice feeling, and then deeper after hitting all the vulva flesh with generous amounts.
I was breathing so heavily, my eyes going from my pussy to Greg's prick, and then to the look of pure, male conceit on his face, the smile that seemed to always say, "I've got the greatest cock in the world-women pay me two hundred dollars just to look at it and play with it for a while...."
Kathy squeezed the tube again, loading her fingers with another fourth of the tube and stuffing it up into my vagina. The vulva of my pussy looked as if it was just one huge glob of lubricant until she very efficiently pushed most of it deeper and out of sight.
"Come on, you stupid cunt!" Greg snarled impatiently. "You got her lubed up so much you could drive a VW in there. Here ... put some on the prick, baby. Grease me, baby! Grease me ... ha ha! Oooh, that feels good!"
Kathy had almost emptied the tube into the palm of her right hand and then used both hands to spread the slippery lubricant all over his cock, rubbing into the most vital areas and leaving a generous amount spread over the head. But she had to have just a little fun herself, so she squeezed out the last bit from the tube and put in on the shaft, spreading it with both hands in a masturbating motion.
"Hey, cunt! Cut that out!" Greg yelled, whacking her across the face with his strong right hand and making her fall to the floor sobbing. "Look, cunt ... if you'd made me shoot off then ... I'd have cut off your hair! I'd have put a hot soldering iron up your lousy, perverted cunt!"
"You damn braggart!" I yelled at him, so disturbed that I would do and say anything to get action! "If you want to talk ... go ahead. I want to see if you're man enough to fuck me with that monster of cock!"
Greg immediately shut his mouth. He got up on the bed between my thighs and gestured to Kathy to guide his slippery cock toward my hairy blonde cunt. Of course, she was very willing. And I suddenly seemed more confident as the head of his cock slid into the vulva area of my pussy.
And then he pushed! When he did it the first time, I knew! I knew I couldn't take something so big into my vagina. But! I wanted it! I had to have him fuck me. I pushed forward with all my might. I felt the head banging at my vaginal entrance. I even felt it almost penetrate ... and I was like Kathy, begging and pleading with him to stop (the pain was terrible, excruciating, awful, but I don't think I really wanted him to stop).
I was perspiring all over and so was Greg. Kathy stood beside the bed, kissing Greg and encouraging him to try to get it a little bit farther in. She would put her soft cheeks against mine too, and kiss me passionately with her tongue and lips.
And she whispered to me; "Connie ... I want to see him fuck you! I'm playing with myself, Connie. I'm coming, Connie. I love you, Connie. Oh, Connie ... I've never seen my precious Greg fuck a girl. Please let him get in you! You're my sweetheart ... not like the others...."
Greg tried slow and easy penetrations, which only made me moan and sigh. He attempted forceful thrusts to get his massive cock into me. And I screamed from the awful pain! I knew he was going to tear me open! I wasn't relaxed enough!
"You know ... I think we could all use a drink," he suggested finally, mopping the sweat off his brow with a towel Kathy had slavishly brought to him (and she wiped off my facial perspiration too). I'll go down and fix them. We'll all be more relaxed. Connie ... I know I can get in there without tearing it. You've just got to be more relaxed. I ... I think a good drink would be good for all of us. What shall we have ... huh?"
"Gin and lime ... something like a Tom Collins," I said.
"Good," Kathy said. "Very cooling ... and put plenty of lime in it. We're out of Vodka ... or I'd prefer that."
"Three gins with plenty of lime!" Greg said, an odd smile on his face as he left the room.
Kathy and I said very little while he was gone. She mentioned that she wanted to see Greg fuck me only because of her "unorthodox" sex instincts, but that she would not let him hurt me. Kathy also asked if she could visit me and my family when she took a trip up to Washington. Before I replied with a very eager "yes" (knowing that both Mother and Dad would love to screw her and do her), Greg was back with our drinks, very gracious in manners as he handed me my glass and Kathy hers. I should have realized then that he was acting out of character. But it was such a logical suggestion that we all relax with a drink.
"Maybe next year," Kathy suggested after two large gulps from the very strong drinks Greg had made, "Greg and I should both come up to Washington and spend the summer with your family. I can just see your mother and sisters and you and ... all loving and licking Greg's cock at the same time."
"Yeah ... I've had that before," Greg spoke up boastfully. "These six married cunts from Houston. They were all thirty to forty years old-that's why I know I'd like to fuck with your mother, Connie, because gals that age really dig my cock-I made a thousand bucks staying with them in this house they rented for about three days. Not a one of the bitches got away without finally getting my cock!"
I was feeling very tense and impatient. I wondered why they wanted to talk so much. It occurred to me that I had just been sipping on my drink, and they were waiting until I got loosened up and relaxed more. So, I finished it, drained the glass in four large swallows. I could feel it hitting me, and I thought again about how strong it was. He must have made it half gin, I thought.
Greg looked at me and then moved toward me. I kept blinking my eyes because they couldn't focus on his face. His mouth, lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, hair were all a big blob I I rubbed my eyes to see if I had some dirt in them or something. I looked toward Kathy, but she was just a big blob too. I moved forward, trying to say something....
The doctor was a man in his late thirties. He had a beard and mustache, but a very personal and intimate smile. I was a little nervous about the examination and what he might have to do. But it had been eight weeks since my last period. I knew that it could be nervousness, fear, or just some sort of physical thing, something very temporary, something he could treat easily and quickly.
I had to trust the doctor. Daddy said he was the very best in Washington, and quite legitimate. His office was beautiful and the waiting room was poshly furnished, the receptionist perfect in dress and manners. And the building that housed his office was right in the medical area around 18th & I Streets. He had to be good. There was an "M.D." by his name on the door, just like all the rest of them in the building. And his degree was hanging there on the wall-"Doctor of Medicine"-from one of the best universities in the country.
"How many times would you estimate you have had penile or lingual penetration of your vulva and vaginal area in the last few weeks ... eight weeks? No! The last twelve weeks!" he asked me directly, clinically.
"I guess once or twice a day," I admitted, as he did know about my sex life. "But ... how could I get pregnant by someone cun ... cunt-clinic ... you know what I mean...?"
"Sucking your pussy?" he said as a question, a more intimate smile spreading his beard and mustache. "Yes, I should speak more plainly ... sophisticatedly. Your question is easily answered. You do go to a lot of fucking and sucking orgies with several people do you not?"
"Yes."
"So do I ... so does my wife ... and daughter," he stated, gesturing with his hands and grinning at me, looking at my thigh exposure offered by the mini I was wearing. "At one party, my wife made my daughter pregnant by eating her cunt!"
"Doctor! That's impossible!"
"Ha ha!" he laughed, then explained, "My wife had just finished sucking off an old friend of mine ... a fraternity brother from university days. Right after that, we wanted to watch my wife suck my daughter's pussy. It's a most pleasant sight. And there were some minute deposits of sperm still in her mouth and on her tongue. Thus, while my wife was down doing my daughter and licking up deep into her cunt with her lips and tongue ... boom! One of the little spermatozoon bastards swam right back to her cervix and impregnated my daughter!"
"How ... did my urine test come out?"
"Negative," he replied crisply, then buzzed for his nurse, a lovely brunette just out of school. "But I don't trust them. The tests are not 100% perfect.
Step into the next room and get up on the table after you strip. I'll give you a pelvic."
What a strange nurse's uniform! The pretty brunette was wearing an opaque, almost sheer, nylon garment ... and nothing else! I could see the big patch of dark cunt hairs, the rosy tips of her nipples. I liked her figure, and I felt very impulsive!
"May I see your cunt?" I asked.
"Yes, but just for a moment," she replied, holding the uniform up to her navel. "I'd like you to eat it, since I haven't masturbated for over an hour ... but the doctor's in a hurry to examine you."
She had the most beautiful pair of legs I had ever seen. I kept staring at them and her large pussy lips, as I took off my clothes. When I was naked and knelt to lass them, the doctor walked in.
"Up on the table, Miss Wilson!" he ordered, his ultra-friendly manner momentarily gone. "Get your feet in the stirrups there, legs apart. I'll strap you down at the ankles. The nurse will tie your hands at the side there."
"But ... I've never been strapped to the table like this before," I objected, but seemed helpless to stop them. 'Why are you doing this?"
"Oh, you have a very pretty cunt too, Miss Wilson," the nurse said after shackling my hands. "May I suck her when you're finished, doctor?"
"Yes, of course," he told her impatiently. "You suck all the rest of them, don't you? You've sucked eleven cunts today already ... every patient I've had.
Go ahead ... suck her tit while I'm checking her snatch here."
The nurse was just wonderful! She made me feel so sexy when she sucked my breasts and nipples, pulling them into her mouth and telling me afterward how sexy I was. She kissed me right on the mouth and tongued me, letting her wetness invade my own mouth. The doctor's hands were working on my clit, then playing around in my pussy until I was ready to come.
And then suddenly, I had the most awful pain in my vagina! It was terrible! I screamed until I thought I would die! I looked down and saw that he had rammed his whole forearm into my cunt and was fucking me with it. Blood was spurting out of my cunt lips all around his arm. But he didn't notice or care. He just smiled at me ghoulishly and told me what a "cunty" vagina I had!
"Stop! Stop!" I screamed. "You're going to kill me!"
"He's just fucking you in his special way," the pretty nurse told me, toying with my navel. "You can be sure you won't have a baby now."
For the first time, I noticed that both the nurse and the doctor were wearing little blue nameplates on the fronts of their white uniforms. "That can't be your real name!" I said to the nurse. "This must be some kind of joke!"
The name on the little blue background of the plastic piece read: "Miss CD. Clitoris, R.N."
She only smiled at me.
"And, Doctor!" I said looking at his nameplate. "That can't be your real name!" His nameplate read: "B.A. Fucker, M.D." He only smiled at me.
And then the horrible pain started jabbing at my vaginal area again as I saw his huge arm go in and out. I couldn't see too well my eyes were becoming bleary, and my head was swimming around in an ocean of my own blood!
It wasn't real! I was passing out, but I could still see bare outlines of their bodies and faces. The wonderful kisses and nipple sucking of the pretty nurse were helping a little bit to ease the pain in my vagina, to make the sensation a little sexual as well as painful. But the blood!
"The blood! I'm bleeding to death!" I screamed "Save me!"
"What the hell blood are you talking about, baby!" an excited and conceited male voice replied. 'We made it, Connie! It's in ... and I'm fucking you with it."
"It's so beautiful to watch," the soft voice at my ear lilted prettily."
I kept blinking my eyes until things came into focus better. I looked down at my pussy. It wasn't anyone's arm that was screwing me! It was Greg's giant cock. It hurt, but not nearly so much as before. He was going in and out slowly, the fit so tight I could feel every pulsation of his penis in my vagina. And there was no blood! No sign of blood anywhere!
"What ... what happened?" I puzzled, moving my hips gently with the slow rhythm of the huge cock.
"He played a dirty trick on you," Kathy said, leaning over my face and giving me a luscious, red, hard nipple to suck "I was mad at him at first, but so happy it's turned this way."
"That Tom Collins you had was loaded with knockout drops, Connie," Greg admitted, smiling at me with that terribly conceited look. "You were too damn tense, but I knew when I had gotten inside before that you would open up once you relaxed. Why waste time ... wait for you to drink half a bottle of booze and get drunk. Oh, baby, you've got a great, tight, hot pussy. In a few days, you can take this cock with only natural lubrication. Man! What if your fucking family could see you now!"
As he continued to fuck me, my whole body began to turn on to him. He put his body closer to mine and kissed my lips, French kissing them as his cock continued to excite me to the brink. The hugeness of it overwhelmed me! And when I looked up into his face, the conceit seemed to have temporarily vanished.
"I'm going to come now, Connie," he whispered. T hope you love the feeling as much as I do."
"Greg! Greg!" I screamed, throwing my arms around his muscular back and moving my hips up to meet his.
I could feel it enlarge until it truly tested the strength of my vaginal walls, and then it began to come out. The fit so tight that each shot of his come crawled quickly up the sides of his cock and oozed out through my lips. We kissed and hugged until it was all over. It must have lasted five minutes. It was beautiful.
And I had a completely different attitude toward Greg after that.
CHAPTER SIX
The next several days were just one big groove, and I ended up being more hooked on Greg than Kathy was. I persuaded him to come back to Washington with me and meet the family, and see how business was for him there. I think he accepted so quickly because I had really turned him on about screwing my mother. He liked sex with women her age. And I also think he was hooked on me!
The first time he fucked Mother, Dad and Vickie and I watched. It was terrific to see how he slowly got it all the way in her, how they strained and grunted as the huge cock worked its way in, a fraction of an inch at a time, then began to slide easier. They used no artificial lubrication. Vickie began to suck my tit and finger my clit as she saw Mom's big ass moving up and down with the cock. Dad came over and stood on a chair so that I could suck him off.
We were such a damned horny bunch! As soon as Dad came and I swallowed his come, he was down eating Vickie's cute cunt. I sucked her tit a few moments and rolled it around in my hands. Both of them seemed to have grown an inch while I was gone.
Then I went over to Mom and Greg and began to lick their bodies. I was hot, and I wanted to be with them, to be in contact with them when they came Mother had her hands grabbing at Greg's muscular buttocks, and I began to lick his ass and run my tongue over Mother's fingers. She enjoyed the sensations as much as I would have.
I licked all over the hairy expanse of his buttocks, then pulled the cheeks apart. I love to do that when a man is fucking or being sucked off. The little asshole muscles twitch, and if I can get my tongue in it and catch up to the same rhythm of his fuckstrokes, so that I probe his ass with my tongue each time he strokes in, the feeling is pure bliss for a man.
My view, as I had his cheeks apart, allowed me also a different angle from which to see his great cock entering Mother. I could watch his balls bang against her legs, and then see him pull out until the head was almost visible. At that moment, Mom would flex her cunt muscles and envelope the head of his cock. Her lips would close around it, and she would almost draw it back in before Greg was ready.
After probing his anus several minutes and hearing him sigh and moan with delight, I licked around to his hip. Greg knew what I wanted, and he lifted his body off Mom, but kept his cock fucking her as steadily as ever. I moved my head between their bellies and began to lick Greg's, then Mom's, moving farther and farther downward until, with my head almost wedged between their lower bodies, I could lick at the top of my mother's cunt and let the shaft of Greg's cock be bathed with my saliva as it slid along my tongue on its way in and out.
"Keep sucking, Daddy. Do my clit harder!" I heard Vickie cry out as the two bodies thrashed around on the rug beside the bed. "I want to keep coming ... I have to, Daddy! I'll go nuts if I don't have enough orgasms. I ... promise I'll suck you out when you're ready to come, but ... please. Bite my clit just a little and ... oh! Oh, don't stop Daddy! I'm coming-once ... twice ... three ..
I moved my face just a little to watch how Dad was fixed between her legs, his hands grappling with her big tits. The noise of his desperate sucking filled me with new sensations, and I went back to work on Mom. My tongue crept through her thick bush of hair until it found the wet top of her cunt lips. She was so delicious. The whole smell of the two fucking genitals turned me on more.
With a little more of a push, I managed to get my tongue on Mom's clit. She shrieked with such sudden delight that Greg thought she was ready for her big orgasm and began to pump a little faster. I had to hold on with my arm around Mother's back to stay in place.
"Okay, Mother!" Greg called out in a very nice and nonsarcastic way. "Here it comes! Whooo-weee!
Goddamn! I'm coming, Mother. I'm a motherfucker. Whooo-weee! Whoo!...."
T want some too! I want some too!" I heard Vickie call out when she saw Greg's come oozing out all around Mom's cunt lips.
I had already begun to lap and lick up all I could, but Vickie was a glutton! She opened the cheeks of Greg's ass and licked out down by his balls, then came up to compete with me. The taste of Greg and Mom together was delicious! Neither one of us seemed to be able to get enough. We were licking at every drop we could when Greg pushed us away.
"Damn ... it'll go again!" he yelled. "Out a my way girls. "You can have a lot more when I finish this!"
"Greg, I love it!" Mother exclaimed, pushing her cunt to his still-hard cock. "You'll have to move in with us. Oh, you're good, you wonderful fucker! Oh ... yes ... move in with us. Bud can fix you up with all the rich dates you need ... and we can fuck and suck all the time...."
Then Mother was unable to talk any more. She was screaming in orgasm and twisting and moving her body, as Greg shot into her once again.
"Okay girls ... come and get it!" Greg called to Vickie and I.
He pulled his dripping cock out of Mom, and there beside her, Vickie and I fought over who was going to lick the most off his cock, but Vickie gave in and went down to suck all she could from Mom's cunt, while Dad moved up behind her, parted her big, firm ass cheeks and buried his face between them. I could see the throat muscles working, and I knew Vickie was enjoying a good tongue fuck in her rear from Dad.
Mother was having another climax or so as Vickie sucked her and Mom ran her hands through the pretty hair of my nympho and overdeveloped sister. But I was having the best time. Greg's cock doesn't go all the way down for several minutes, and I was licking the delicious secretions from all around the soft, sexy head of it first.
Then I licked down the shaft an inch or two at a time until I had his balls on my lips. I could hardly take both of them in my mouth at the same time, but I licked all over them, still sipping the juices of their joint secretions that had slipped down there. I took one ball in my mouth and sucked and licked around it tenderly, then the other. I could feel just a slight bit of movement and I knew he was going to get hard again before long.
I wanted him to fuck me, but I had promised to let Vickie suck his next one. Soon, Greg was propped up on the bed there, his legs apart, grinning like he had just been crowned "Mr. America," as Mother, Vickie and I licked around his cock and balls until he was finally hard as a rock again. But we kept on. It was a beautiful way to play and tease. Sometimes, our mouths would meet each others' and we would enjoy a lingering French kiss. Mother's tongue was particularly sexy for that kind of kissing.
Poor Dad was left out of that action, but he had a great idea. He got out his Polaroid and took some color shots of all three of us licking and fondling the unbelievably huge cock and balls, as Greg leaned back to enjoy it with that inimitable expression on his face.
After Greg had lived with us for several months and let Dad get enough clients for him so he was doing as well or better than in Miami, I could tell he wanted to stay around. One night at supper, we (Bobby and Melody were at a movie) talked things over very seriously. Mother suggested that Greg and I get married (we were sleeping together most of the time anyway) in order to make our little incest group more cohesive, as well as more incestuous.
To my great surprise, Greg was all for the idea. So, the next day, we all got dressed up and went over to Arlington, had our blood tests at one of the labs which specializes in quick reports for couples who want to get married right away, and three hours after we had left our place in Maryland, Greg and I were man and wife. I was Mrs. Gregory Barkley!
Business continued to be very good and our arrangement was working out with a minimum of jealousies. Most of my trouble was with Vickie after Greg was finally able to fuck her. She would come crawl in bed with us at the damnedest time or would beg me to let Greg sleep with her. Sometimes, I let her, particularly if I was in the mood for a night of sex with Dad or Mother, or both of them together.
Melody was the next to join us, of course, and it was decided that I should break her in, when Vickie announced that she had already broken her inl The little bitch! She wanted everything, or at least a chance to sample the goodies first. We made her swear right then and there that she was, under no circumstances to break Bobby in when the time came. Mother or I would do it or, perhaps Melody.
Vickie told us that she and Melody had been sucking each other off for over six months and that Melody had already guessed about most of our incestuous activities. I was so mad, because Melody is such a beautiful and sweet kid. At sixteen now, she can pass for thirteen, like I said earlier. And at fifteen-plus, she looked like a kid from elementary school, but with a good build on her.
When Vickie told us that, I was determined I would be next to get with Melody. Unfortunately, Mother insisted we wait until that night when Mrs. Farrington was coming to visit us (Bobby was away at summer camp). She thought Mrs. Farrington would pay a lot more if she knew she was the first adult to do her. In addition, it would be such a surprise experience for Melody that she would be sure to act very "new" and uninitiated.
When Mrs. Farrington arrived and saw that Melody was there too, she looked like she was very confused. Melody was wearing a short little party dress and young girl's flats and socks, and she looked like a real baby-doll of about twelve or thirteen, but she was very close to being sixteen.
Dad had suggested we tease Rhoda a little at first, and even Melody had thought it would be fun. (I was still eager to get to that little doll too). I was sitting on the couch with Vickie and we were holding hands and giving other very tender kisses occasionally. We both wore minis, pantyhose and blouses.
Mother and Dad were sitting on the smaller couch, more of a loveseat. Dad had on sporty slacks and a colorful shirt to match, while Mother wore a pair of hot pants and a halter that was two sizes too small. She was in one of her exhibitionist moods and had been working in the garden that afternoon and teasing our neighbor next door until his wife screamed for him to come inside.
Melody was sitting in one of the occasional chairs, her hands folded on her lap when Rhonda entered. Mother told her to stand up and meet a "dear friend of ours." And Melody acted her part just beautifully! She stood up and curtsied and made her voice sound younger than it ordinarily did and said, "I'm so very glad to meet you, Mrs. Farrington. Mother and Daddy and Vickie and Connie have told me so much about what a nice person you are."
'Well ... I'm ... I'm quite flattered, my dear child," Rhoda stuttered and stammered as she looked at us for some sort of clue that we refused to give. "I ... think it's very ... nice to meet you. I ... didn't know you were going to be here this evening."
"Oh I wasn't going to be," Melody chirped as Rhoda sat down in the only other chair in the room, just across from Melody. "I was going to spend the night with a girl friend, but she's sick."
"Yes ... well ... I see," Rhoda gasped for words and tried to be very proper, but was unable to keep her sexy eyes off Melody's legs when she plopped back down in her chair so carelessly that her white panties were showing. "Uh ... perhaps, we should all go to a movie instead of ... oh, no ... sorry. I mean, it's so ... such a treat to meet Melody that I would like to take you all to a movie ... or a play.
"I don't like movies and plays very much," Melody whined in her cute little voice. "I want to stay here with you tonight. I never get to meet any of my sisters' grown-up friends."
"Oh ... is that so?" Rhoda asked, actually perspiring from embarrassment and patting her forehead with a tissue. "Well, Melody, we just talk about politics, business, and all those deep things that you wouldn't understand."
"Maybe I can learn some new tilings then ... if I stay," Melody said with precious innocence. "I want to grow up and be like Vickie and Connie. They know a lot of things. They make good grades in school too."
I could tell that Dad was doing all he could to keep from busting out laughing, and then when Vickie planted a long kiss on my mouth and held my face lovingly (we were sitting behind Melody), Rhoda was about to crack up! Melody kept moving and squirming around until I knew Rhoda could see right into the crotch of her panties. Rhoda was hot enough for rape, but she felt helplessly trapped.
Finally, Dad started to whistle a song that we hat agreed on as a code for Melody to put a real shock to Rhoda. My youngest sister flipped her ponytail around and spoke to Rhoda.
"Connie and Vickie told me that you like little girls like me very much, Mrs. Farrington," Melody said, her doll-baby voice a little huskier. "Why do you like little girls, Mrs. Farrington?"
"Well ... uh ... I think you're very cute ... a very pretty and ... attractive child," Rhoda sputtered looking at our neutral expressions desperately ant trembling as Melody kept exposing more of herself by squirming around in the seat. "What ... kind o games do you like to play, Melody?"
"I like to play K.T.T. with Connie," Melody replied, remembering her part perfectly. "And I play K.T.C. with Vickie, S.T.C. with Mother and S.T.P with Daddy."
"I don't think I know ... any of those games Melody," Rhoda responded, intuitively pressing her thighs together and pressing her hand to her lap "Perhaps, you could show me how, and...."
"Well," Melody interrupted, "I can't show you how to play S.T.P. Maybe I better demonstrate with my sisters and parents. I'll be right back in a second."
Melody jumped up from her perch in the chair briefly exposing all of her well-filled panties to Rhoda, then ran into the kitchen. The instant the door closed, Rhoda looked to Mother and started to say, "Margie ... whatever am I to do? Those questions she keeps asking are...." and then she had to stop because Melody came right back into the living room and walked over to me.
"See, Mrs. Farrington," she called to the woman. This is how I play K.T.T. with Connie...."
I had been fumbling around with the top button of my blouse and had it undone by then. I was wearing no bra. Rhoda jumped up from her chair in instant awe when she saw Melody reach in and pull out my left tit and give it a loud, smacking kiss! She then unbuttoned me some more and took out both my naked breasts and kissed them all over.
"That's K.T.T. Kiss The Titties," Melody explained with a little giggle. "I like to play it with Connie because her nipples are so cute."
"Oh ... oh, my God!" Rhoda exclaimed in an unbelievable yet highly aroused tone. "And ... what is K.T.C.?"
While Rhoda had been absorbed with watching cute little Melody kiss my titties, Vickie had gone over behind the loveseat where Mom and Dad were sitting, as if to say something to them. Actually, she had removed her pantyhose (just as Melody had removed her panties when she made the quick trip out to the kitchen). Vickie was again seated next to me in her mini, which Melody pulled up to her older sister's hips.
"This is K.T.C.," Melody said, and then immediately put her face between Vickie's full thighs and kissed noisily just beneath the growth of dark pubic hair. "That means-Kiss The Cunt! Vickie's pussy has big lips is why I like to do that."
"No ... I'm dreaming!" Rhoda said as she stood up and saw Melody's bare ass exposed when she leaned over to kiss Vickie's crotch.
I thought Rhoda might pass out, but she stood behind her chair to get a full view. Her hands clutched at the back of the chair until her knuckles were white. She was almost in a trance, thinking it was all some perfect sex dream from which she would suddenly awaken.
"Here's how I play S.T.C. with Mommy," Melody announced, walking over to Mom, who quickly pulled down her hot pants to let my little sister suck on her already wet and excited pussy quite noisily. "S.T.C. means-Suck The Pussy."
"Oh ... oh, you sexy, precious child!" Rhoda exclaimed, squeezing her breasts through her clothes and rubbing her clothed cunt against the back of the chair. "Now ... what are you going to do? Oh!"
Rhoda's last exclamation was the result of seeing Dad scoot up to the edge of the seat, pull down his fly, let Melody take out his hard cock, and put it in her mouth (she had practiced once that afternoon), and suck it until my father was screaming and bucking with orgasm and some of his come seeped out around Melody's lips, which were not used to sucking cock yet.
"That means-Suck The Prick-S.T.P." Melody answered with a sexy smile on her lips that drooled Dad's come. "That's the game I can't play with you, because you don't have a prick, Mrs. Farrington. But I can suck your cunt ... and let you suck mine...."
Rhoda was a fairly tall woman and Melody was pretty short by comparison, but Rhoda was beside herself, uncontrollable. She dropped her purse on the floor and came over to kneel in front of Melody and lass and lick her mouth, sucking off the drool still left and sucking what she could from inside Melody's young lips. Her tongue searched deeply inside my little sister's mouth. Rhoda's hand went around her legs and up to her naked ass. The dress was so short we could see everything, because Rhoda's movement pulled up the skirt from the rear.
The woman's shaking hands kneaded and fondled Melody's sweetly curved buttocks and went down between her thighs until she was feeling the barely moist young cunt from behind. But she kept up the kissing as if unable to release the joy of having her mouth on Melody's, her tongue probing, her head moving and twisting their lips around.
We heard Rhoda moan several times, as if she was having small orgasms from being so erotically overwhelmed by Melody's "little girl" appearance and her complete submission to whatever the woman did. Rhoda then put up her left hand to undo the short row of buttons down the upper front half of Melody's small dress. She wore no bra, but could take a 32-A even then.
"Oh, my darling, wonderful child!" Rhoda ex claimed when she finally took her mouth away from Melody's and helped my sister off with the dress, her only garment. "And the fuzzy-wuzzy pussy! I never dreamed this was the surprise in store for me! Oh, how could you all have tortured me so? Melody! What a lovely name. Melody ... I'm going to lick and suck on your sweet little titties. I think I can easily suck a whole pretty tit in my mouth. Would you like that, my child?"
"Yes," Melody answered immediately, her voice more natural, but her style of speech still so youthful. "And I hope you want to suck my pussy too ... even if I don't have much hair. I've never been fucked, you know?"
"And to make up for our teasing of you, Rhoda." Mom announced, standing up and walking over to them, entwining her fingers around Melody's cute ponytail, "you might like to know that Vickie is the only one who has ever sucked her pussy until now. You'll be the first adult to taste her-her little slit. That should be worth something extra special shouldn't it?"
"Margie ... I don't see how you can dare talk about business at a time like this," Rhoda said, almost in tears. "Of course, Margie. This precious experience will be worth very much extra to me. And when she visits me in my hotel alone ... double the usual-"
Melody did look like a little sex-doll standing there naked while the rest of us were dressed. Her light cunt hairs had been thinned out very cleverly by Dad that afternoon, to help with her younger appearance. Her titties were a very nice mouthful, with nipples not much larger than a pencil eraser ... smaller even. And her body was so perfectly formed, so sexily "innocent," with a cutely curved ass and thighs, flat stomach, slim waist, small and indented navel. Rhoda was too excited about her to talk to Mom any more. She was licking her tits and all over her tummy.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable in bed?" Dad asked. "You can bring her right here in the downstairs bedroom and get undressed. Well leave you alone or...."
"Oh, Bud!" Rhoda shrieked angrily, not wanting to take her mouth away from Melody's lovely body. "You can't understand the ... the beauty of this spontaneity! I don't want the usual comfort of a bed, like it was a planned thing! I don't want to waste time stripping yet...."
"Okay. Okay," Dad said, leaning back in his chair.
"And I want you all to watch!" she added. "I can have her alone some other time. Everything about this thrills me so. Sweet, young and precious Melody, standing here before me naked ... in the living room of her own house ... her own mother and father: watching me do her ... her sexy sisters watching. And, Vickie ... I can see your cunt since you took off your pantyhose. Spread your legs a little wider, dear. Look, Melody, there's the pretty cunt you've been eating, isn't it?"
"Yes ... Vickie and I've been licking each other's pussies for months now." My youngest sister said "But I know you must suck pussies and cocks very good because my parents and sisters told me so. Will you let me suck your pussy too? And ... would you like Vickie to tongue-fuck your ass while I'm doing it?"
"Oh, Melody! I want everything to happen!" Rhoda said in a swoon. "Well have so much sex! And pretty soon ... I'll get to be the first one to suck off your little brother ... won't I, Margie?"
"I'm ... not too sure about that, Rhoda," Mom told her, reaching over to play with Dad's cock, which was still out of his hands and showing signs of life again from looking at Melody and Rhoda. "I see that little prick of his quite a lot, and I just feel like eating it right then! He's quite precocious. He's deliberately ... you know-accidentally on purpose-let me and the girls catch him masturbating the little thing. I think he may be the aggressor before we've decided he's old enough. But ... I do want to be the first to suck it off ... do you understand that, girls?"
We all regretfully agreed that Mom could be the first to suck Bobby's cock, and Vickie claimed she had the right to get him to fuck her first, which made me laugh. I think Melody was the only one who ever got to feel really fucked by little Bobby. I realized that Rhoda was being quiet, and looked over (at about the same time the others did) to see that she had Melody sitting on the edge, or near the edge of one of the big armchairs, with her little legs up over the arms.
Sitting on the floor, with her legs together and running underneath the chair, as she held on to Melody's firm little ass, Rhoda was eating the little girl like she was starved to death for pussy, like she hadn't had any for months or years! I was jealous because I hadn't eaten Melody yet, but at the same time, I was frigging my cunt furiously as I watched Rhoda's Lesbian tongue literally fuck her little slit!
Soon, another hand, Vickie's, came over to help, and I put mine over in her pussy. It was a wild sensation (I had removed my pantyhose, of course) to feel one of my own fingers, plus that of another, frigging my pussy at the same time. And I imagine Vickie felt much the same way as I did.
Rhoda had turned Melody's rear up so that she could swipe her tongue into the little virgin asshole, lick across the area in between and then lap inside the slit and up to her clit (if she could find Melody's then). She pulled the cheeks of her little ass way apart, and inserted her little finger into Melody's anus, which made my sister jump at first, then continued with the long lickings as she squashed and kneaded the ass cheeks.
I heard a low moan from Mother and glanced over to the small couch where they were seated. They had stripped off their clothes. Dad was down on Mother in a position so he could still watch Melody and Rhoda. Mother was reaching over his back with both hands, fingering his rear, and fondling one of the best hards I had ever seen on Dad (he was drunk so much that we seldom got a fuel from him or saw him with a good, usable erection).
As Rhoda continued to work on Melody, it was obvious that my little sister was a sex animal like the rest of us in the family. She cried out in orgasm once and wiggled her little ass, but Rhoda went right ahead, obsessed with her new, young pussy. Finally, Melody reached down to try to feel Rhoda's tits and get her clothes off. It was such a sexy thing!
While Rhoda kept sucking and licking Melody's crotch, Melody unbuttoned the woman's blouse and was putting her hands down under the bra to feel Rhoda's big, firm tits. Melody was loving it! I broke away from Vickie (after another orgasm) and went over to them. I managed to get off Rhoda's blouse and bra fairly easily, which delighted Melody, because she could fondle and bounce around Rhoda's tits with complete freedom.
I think my little sister was so fascinated by Rhoda's big, firm melons, that she didn't notice me tugging down the woman's skirt, half slip and panties. Whether Rhoda wanted it or not (and I think she really did), we were all naked and on our way to a huge sexual binge!
As Rhoda sucked on Melody's pussy without pause, my nympho sister, Vickie, got down on the floor and turned them sideways so she could tonguefuck Melody's asshole! I was a little mad about Vickie's getting there first, so I went over to Mom and Dad. I stood in front of them. Mother looked at me with my pussy dripping wet, and I knew she got the message. I got closer to her so her mouth could get to my cunt. And then I pushed it to her as she began to lick and suck! Oh, damn! Nobody can eat me like Mom!
Dad sat on the floor in back of me and spread my cheeks and gave my whole ass and the cleavage a wild tongue bath. I was pushing my pelvis backwards and forwards to take advantage of the best swipe of every lick. My orgasms were going wild until I heard Rhoda begin to grunt like she was going to die.
When I looked over at them, I saw little Melody on top of Rhoda with her head sunk in the woman's crotch and her throat muscles proving that she was expertly tonguing and sucking her off, just as she had learned from doing Vickie the past several months. Of course, Rhoda was licking Melody's slit and holding the small lips open so she could get as far inside as possible.
Vickie still had Melody's ass cheeks spread and tongue-fucked her vigorously from the rear. Mother and Dad had both stopped eating me, and all three of us were playing with ourselves. I was the first to go over and join the group on the floor. I kissed and licked all around the three heated bodies and my passions mounted. Finally, I lay at the side of them and managed to suck on one of Rhoda's big tits, which was squashed out from Melody's little tummy, which was bearing down on the woman. I positioned myself as far up as possible, and grabbed one of Melody's hands and put it between my legs.
Mother came over and started to do the same from the other side, but Dad rolled her over and started to fuck her first. Those of us who could see them were quite surprised until Dad pulled out after a minute or so, and with a silly laugh that must have made Mom angry, said, "Thanks. Margie ... just stopped in for a grease job."
Vickie got the biggest kick from that, because she realized that there was about only one place Dad could be headed for, and that was her ass. He had to get some pillows so he could get things aimed right, then he pulled open the firm, full cheeks of Vickie's ass and worked his cock in slowly.
I could tell by the expressions on Vickie's face just exactly when Dad broke through, and then when he was all the way in a few seconds later. The first look was of real pain and suffering, but that went into a kind of agonized ecstasy. And by the time he was pumping it to her slowly and she was really enjoying it, Vickie turned her own attention back to Melody's cute little rear, parting the cheeks and penetrating deeply with her tongue.
I glanced back and saw that Mom had decided not to try to get in the same position I was on the other side. She had come over to me after getting her vibrator and plugged it in and applied it to her wet pussy, then lay down on the floor and spread my legs apart. I moaned and sighed at the feel of her lips and tongue. I felt very good and not left out at all. There's something mental or psychic about the extra special kick I get when Mom eats me. It's just great! And when we're all together like that, it makes me feel very proud.
I worked up to a good climax as she used her tongue constantly on my clit and fondled my ass and on up to my titties, squeezing the nipples real hard and making me break out in goose pimples! Sweet Melody, I thought as I watched her eating Rhoda's big cunt so easily. It was her first time in the big family scene, and she was loving it.
And then the doorbell rang!
Suddenly, the sighs, grunts, moans and shrieks of sexual pleasure were silenced! Everyone could be heard breathing. That was all!
"Who the shit can that be?" Dad asked.
"Oh, it's probably Greg," I said, still squeezing Rhoda's tit as I took my mouth from its swollen nipple. "He had a date with somebody downtown earlier, and I guess he forgot his key again."
"Wait!" Rhoda said breathlessly, removing her mouth from Melody's swelling slit. "Greg ... will have three other men with him. I talked ... talked to him earlier. I asked him to meet them ... bring them out. Don't move ... let's all go right ahead with what we ... were doing. The knock is just a warning ... and they'll come in any moment now. This is my surprise for you-my husband ... and two of his friends. They're both rich ... so you won't ... regret the financial possibilities...."
At that point, the front door opened and Greg and the three men walked in. I couldn't see them at first because we had all started back doing the things we had been doing. But I could hear their gasps I And I could hear some of what they said.
"Good Lord!" the voice of an older man exclaimed. "The whole family! The whole fucking family! And what bodies! How horny! How young! Rhoda's told me all about it, but I ... I have to see it to believe it!"
"Hey ... hey, Al!" a youngish male voice said next. "Look at the kid! Look at the kid! She can't be over thirteen! And look at her gulp Rhoda's goo ... eating her like a veteran cunt lapper! Oh, man!"
"I'll take the one who's getting it in the ass from her father," a third and rather neutral voice spoke out. "That body....full and firm ... the ass!"
"This is my cup of tea!" the youngest voice exclaimed. "This is the kind of orgy you dream about, but never happens. Look ... look at that beautiful doll being eaten by her mother. Adam (Rhoda's husband), you and Rhoda deserve a gold medal for this. I'll buy it. Sign me up."
"Me too," the eager voice of Al joined in.
"Come on," Greg said. "Let's all get naked and have some fun."
Most of us on the floor ceased our activities, but stayed in position. We wanted to get a look at our new clients as they undressed. There was a real good-looking guy about thirty-five, who was introduced by Rhoda as Jeffrey Cunningham III. There was Albert Wallace, a very active and sort of husky, maybe even pudgy sort of guy, in his forties.
Adam Farrington, Rhoda's multimillionaire husband had very gray hair, but interesting looks and manners. He was the oldest one in the group, at fifty-four, but he was also the only one who had a good hard-on when they all were naked and walked over toward us. Three millionaires, but they looked like any other men when they were stripped and passionate.
"You can just call me Jeff, if you like, baby," Jeffrey Cunningham said as he sat down by me and brazenly played with his good-looking cock. "The wilder it is, the better I like it. Go ahead, Mrs. Wilson, and suck this beautiful daughter's cunt some more. I dig that."
As Mom went back down on me, Jeffrey straddled my head, facing her. I reached up and played with his balls bringing one down to my lips and sucking it gently into my mouth. His cock began to grow and swell as I put my hand with his to masturbate it a little. Mom was doing me so well that I had another orgasm while I sucked the ball. Jeffrey could tell because he was watching and saw my pelvis pump and twitch.
"Mother, dear," he said, leaning over so I could bring his cock down in my mouth and suck it, "you're just going to have to share that pussy with me a little. Look ... spread her legs farther apart, and you get over that way a little, and...."
He pressed his head into my left thigh-the back of his head-and I could feel his tongue lapping effectively at my left cunt hp as Mother still managed to lick me and suck a little. They enjoyed it as much or more than I did, and when I suddenly felt nothing at my pussy, I looked down to see them violently tongue-kissing each other with open mouths.
They were soon back on me, licking and sucking from my knees to my tits. They took turns doing things to me. Jeffrey spread the liquid from my overflowing cunt all over my belly and down to my asshole. Mother than proceeded to lick it all off as he squeezed her breasts and managed to get a hand down to her ass. He fondled each shapely buttock with genuine pleasure, then buried his finger deeply as he began to shoot off in my mouth.
I gulped down every last drop as he left it in my mouth until I felt my jaws getting sore. He wanted to get hard again, and I was determined to suck it up for him. The only disappointing thing was that he wanted to fuck Mother! As soon as he was hard he went between her legs and guided it right into her pussy, which had been in constant contact with the vibrator, which was put aside for the moment He fucked her very well. Mother was loving it so much that she threw both legs around his ass and was pumping him up to her with wild enthusiasm.
The vibrator was buzzing away practically next to me, so I picked it up and applied it to my juicy vulva as I looked around the room. Vickie was lying on the floor as Rhoda sucked a nipple, Al was in her ass (they were lying sideways), Adam was screwing her, Dad licking around her navel, and Greg had his cock hanging over her face at the side. Vickie was licking the head and playing with it as her body moved back and forth and she occasionally let out little yelps and cries when Al's and Adam's pricks hit at each other through the thin membrane at the end of her vaginal canal.
It was a good thing they were in the mood to gang her, because Vickie was having one of her hysterical nympho spells, and it took all they gave to finally get her quiet. Melody, incidentally was having her slit licked beautifully by Greg, and I envied him so much. And when Al and Adam had their first ejaculations and pulled out of Vickie, Melody didn't even have to leave Greg's hot tongue to scoot down and suck her sister's come-filled pussy.
We changed partners and everyone did almost everything to everybody before the night was over. But there was more to come, and I had felt it in the air from the first moment that Rhoda announced all three men were millionaires. I knew that was not the last time they planned to get together with us, but I hardly expected anything as all-encompassing as their "plan."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was almost three o'clock in the morning after we had all washed up and were seated in the dining room eating bacon, eggs, and toast as fast as Mother and Rhoda could cook them. But it was over coffee afterwards that Adam Farrington made his offer!
"Well, Bud and Margie, Greg, and you three lovely young girls," he said, gaining the attention of all of us. "Being a businessman, I may sound a little callous. But I want you to know that our offer is sincere, that we like you all, and have your best interests at heart and our own enjoyment, we hope, will add to yours.
"Bud," he addressed Dad, looking at him belt down his third straight shot of whiskey and also pour one into his coffee. "Rhoda has told me all about you people. I know that you have a drinking problem. I don't care. I know that you also handle the financial affairs and that business is good...."
"Damnit, Adam!" Jeffrey declared, banging his fist-on the table. "Get to the point, you're not negotiating a big sale or a labor contract."
"Thanks for telling me, Jeff," Adam responded with no little tone of sarcasm. "All right. I'll put it bluntly. Bud ... we want to buy you and your whole family here. We want to set you up and have you ready for us...."
"Hey! Wait a damn minute!" Greg spoke up. "This cock ain't for sale! It's...."
"Don't waste time with words that bother you, Greg," Mom rebuked him, showing a keen interest in what Adam had to say. "You've sold your cock since you were seventeen. Let's listen ... and then make our observations."
"Thank you," Adam said, smiling at Mom. "Perhaps it was best that I did put it so bluntly and crudely at first. Now, I can talk more reasonably to you. The three of us would like to buy you a very luxurious beach home somewhere north of Miami. We all spend a lot of time in Florida since the jet-age, and the surroundings seem best for this plan.
"The title to the house and grounds will be in your name. You will always have at least two late model cars. You will have a maid...."
"And what a maid!" Al interrupted. "She's a French gal about twenty-three. I arranged a visa for her the last time I was in Paris. I've known her a couple of years. She works as a maid at a big hotel there, but she's nuts about coming to the States."
"B: I may continue...." Al said, clearing his throat. "For your clothing, food, pocket money, and all other expenses, there will be a bank account maintained for you. Whenever it runs lower than a five thousand dollar balance, all Bud will have to do is call me or my secretary in New York, and another five thousand will be deposited.
"It will be expected that most of you will be at home most of the time, but we will try to let you know in advance when any of us or all of us will be down for an orgy. We will also allow certain of our very closest and discreet friends to visit you, either by themselves or with us. And I do not want any jealousies to pop up in the family in case one of us should take a particular liking to one of you individually.
"I know you're doing well financially as it is, but I don't think you'll find anything to beat this offer.
* * *
'What about in future years?" Dad asked, and I could tell that he was considering all the angles. "Margie and I have several good years left on us, but what of our future after that. We all have to grow old sometime."
"Yes ... we all do," Adam reminded Dad. "Al, Jeff, Rhoda and I ... we'll grow old too. What you have failed to realize, beside that, is that the estate will be yours! When the four of us have left the scene, maybe you can sell the place for half a million dollars ... if we can find a place like I want. Or, you can live there the rest of your lives. The kids have thirty good years ahead of them if they play things right. You can save a lot of money and make a lot of money after the four of us are gone. And ... we're not kidding ourselves. You'll be making a little money on your own from the start. Our only condition is that you never bring a client to the house, or let anyone know your real names or where you live.
"A life of luxury, freedom from want ... it's all yours ... a sure thing, not a situation of wondering how many more years you have left to make it...."
"I'm sold!" Dad said, banging his fist on the table. "Let's accept it right now. Adam's right, we can't find a thing to beat it!"
"Just a minute," Greg objected, scowling at Adam and creating the first personality clash. "How about homos? I don't dig that stuff."
"You've done it before," Dad reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah!" Greg admitted grudgingly. "But only when the price was right and it didn't happen too often."
'It would be a rare thing, I'm sure," Adam told them. "Bud's not that way, either, but has submitted to it on occasions. I would think there would be less of that than you experience now."
"Oh, great!" I exclaimed, jumping up from the table after it was agreed to all around. "And I know the perfect place! My friend Kathy told me that her parents were trying to sell their big estate with a secluded private swimming pool, and just everything! And it's just north of Miami Beach!"
How perfectly wonderful everything seemed to work out. They bought Kathy's house, and she had only written me about it a few days before. Her father had decided it was too 'luxurious" for them to maintain. But they were still going to live in the Miami Beach area, and our "buyers" certainly had no objection to Kathy visiting us just because she got kicks with me and liked orgies.
Within two weeks we had moved in and were almost settled. Dad put all the money we had into savings accounts that would grow and grow. From then on, we would have no need for money. Or, maybe I should say that all we'd have to do was write checks when we needed money.
Bobby was a little confused about ah the big deal and moving so quickly and he was given a lot of doubletalk. I figured he knew more about what was going on than we thought he did. I also recalled that Mom and Dad had said one time that he had to be fourteen before he joined in with us. The day after, he was fourteen, I remembered, but I don't think anyone else did.
Our French maid hadn't come yet, and Bobby and I were alone at the house that afternoon. Everyone else had gone into Miami to do a lot of shopping. I knew they wouldn't be back for hours. But that smarty ldd brother of mine! As it turned out, he was the aggressor. Of course, I'd seen him playing with his cock a dozen times and told him it was "naughty" and that he was an exhibitionist. But ... he had never been fourteen before.
I was in my bikini and going out to the pool There he was, the little smarty. He was lying down on the thick grass over in the shade, completely naked and playing with his two or three inch pecker as it stuck up in the air. I guess it was pretty close to three inches when he got it worked up good and hard, but it was slim. It was cute, too! For a long time, I had wanted to suck it off and I had wondered how his inexperienced tongue would feel on my cunt, if he would like to play with my tits, how his buttocks would look spread apart, how they would feel if I fondled them?
"What're you doing, Bobby?" I asked as I walked up to him, aware that he knew we were alone for most of the day. "You'll end up with warts all over your fingers if you keep doing that."
"Crap!" he said. "You know it's a bunch of crap too ... and you know what I'm doing. I'm playing with my prick. I'm masturbating it. But I got to be more careful with it now. It shoots out white stuff."
"That means you're getting to be a big boy, Bobby," I told him, lying down beside him with my head propped up as he continued with his playing. "Have you ever done anything with it to a girl? That white stuff could make her pregnant."
"I know that, silly," he sassed me, working it up and down faster. "But some of the guys I know told how to do it safe. You pull it out right before you start creaming. But ... naw, I haven't ever gone all the way with a girl yet."
"Does it make you hot when you see Vickie or Melody or Mom or I undressed ... or nearly undressed?" I asked him.
"You make me hot now, damn it!" he exclaimed.
T can see nearly everything you've got. They way you're leaning on your arm, I can see one whole tit. I spied on you and Vickie one night too. You were both naked and I got real hard and jacked it off twice. How come you like to do it with a girl ... and with your mouth?"
"Nearly everybody does," I said licking my lips and slipping my hand under the elastic band at the top of my bikini briefs. "Girls like to suck on boys' peckers too, and make them come in their mouths."
"Really!" he exclaimed, working himself around so he could see down my bikini briefs as I pulled the band out. T heard guys talk about it, and I heard that boys do the same thing to girls .t. I mean, sucking and licking, like you and Vickie."
"You should see Mom suck off Dad's prick, Bobby," I told him, giving him a little kiss on his ear lobe and blowing into it. "She puts the whole thing in her mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks until Dad comes and shoots a big load of cream in her mouth."
"Gee...! Does ... she swallow it?"
"Every last drop," I said, pushing my bikinis down below my crotch to let him see it all. "And I've sucked pricks too...."
"Did you swallow it?"
"Every ... last ... drop," I repeated, slower and with more feeling. T like to suck it all out. It tastes good and makes me healthy."
"Your hairs down there are a lot lighter than Mom's," he commented. "Nobody's here. Why don't you take everything off too ... and then well be even."
Without saying anything, I slipped the bikinis down my legs and kicked them aside. I unhooked the top in back and threw it over by the briefs. I put a knee up, bending my legs and parting them so that Bobby could see my open pussy. I then began to massage my right breast and pinch the nipple to make it swollen and hard. His eyes were about to pop out of his head.
"Gee-gosh!" he said, greatly excited. "Your tits are almost as big as Mom's. But ... how come Vickie's are bigger than yours and she's only eighteen?"
'Well, some girls are built differently," I explained, reaching down to spread the lips of my cunt. "See my pussy? The lips on it are swollen and puffed out just a little. Melody doesn't have a real hp formation yet. Some girls have big lips, and some women have their inner lips so long that they stick out."
"What're 'inner lips'?" he asked, leaning over for a better view as I reached inside my pussy and pulled out a pink piece of flesh. "That's an inner lip, Bobby. And it's very sensitive. When somebody plays with it or sucks on it, it makes me so hot that I can come ... but I don't have any cream like men do."
"I knew that," he said, more" and more entranced. "A guy I know watches his sister and her boyfriend fuck nearly every Saturday night on her side porch. The girl gets real juicy in there before you start to go all the way."
"And this is my clit, Bobby," I continued my explanation, rubbing the little button. "The real name is clitoris, but most girls call it a clit. It's the most sensitive part of a girl's sex parts, and it will make her come if it's just rubbed or sucked just a little bit...."
"I don't see anything there," Bobby cut in, propping himself up and putting his face very close to my crotch.
"That's because there's a lot of flesh around it," I went on. "Some women have ones that you can see, and some have ones that stick out like a tiny, tiny penis. But here, feel it...."
I took hold of his hand and led it to my pussy. He wasn't a bit nervous, and I was glad. He was a cute kid, my kid brother, and he had a natural "Wilson" interest in sex. He stuck out his index finger, and I guided it to the right place and let him take it from there. He found the little mound almost immediately and began to rub it until I was just about to come.
"You sure are all juicy," he remarked. "Does that mean you're real hot?"
"Yes, Bobby!" I exclaimed breathlessly, speaking very fast. "Oh, Bobby ... keep rubbing my clit. I'm going to come."
T am too!" he told me, working his little cock.
"No! Don't! Not yet!" I begged him. "I'll show you why in a minute. Please, Bobby ... make me come right now! Oh! I'm coming, Bobby! You're making me come, you cute little baby brother, you...."
Our naked bodies felt good together as I rolled over and hugged and squeezed him. I could feel his hard little prick nudging my pubic mound through my hairs, and I knew what I wanted. I was going to be first, no matter what the rest of them wanted. So, I scooted down along the soft grass until my head was in line with his cock. I threw an arm over his hips so that I was hovering above it.
"I'm going to suck it, Bobby!" I said with much emotion, feeling so very sexy in spite of my recent orgasm. "Your twenty-year-old-nearly twenty-one-year-old-naked big sister is going to suck your cock!"
"Go ... ahead," he stuttered, pushing his fingers down around the base of it so that it stuck up more.
He has a nice little prick, so clean and so little hair, so well-formed. No big veins distract from its appearance and his balls have barely dropped yet. My mouth was very wet, my saliva glands seemed to be working overtime. A thrill went through my whole body when my tongue made the first contact with the soft little head. As I lolled it all around the head, I could see that my saliva was drooling down the shaft.
"Connie ... that feels good!" he exclaimed, and I felt the cock pulsate as I slid my lips tightly around the head and went down.
The sensation was delightful, wonderful, terrific! The most different sensation I had known in a long time. I went up and down on it with such ghding ease. When I had it all the way in, I still had enough room to suck his little balls in too. I let it stay in my mouth like that, balls and all, and I could still have enough room to swirl my tongue around his cock and press and push at his balls with it.
"Do you ... want me to ... to tell you when I'm about ... to come?" he asked me breathlessly, his hips moving and squirming instinctively.
"Only if you feel like it," I managed to gurgle out while still keeping part of his cute little cock in my mouth.
"Well ... it's now!" he screamed, humping his pelvis up to me with a violent shudder. "Oh, Sis ... Connie. You make it feel so good...!"
As his voice died away and I felt the little discharge begin to squirt from his cock, I let the balls fall out, but kept my lips tightly around the shaft. I let his come rest on my tongue to enjoy the fullness of its strange, "little boyish" flavor. The feel of his small cock throbbing as it began to diminish in size intrigued me. I then swallowed his delicious cream and let the wilted cock slip from my lips.
"Connie! That was ... oh, gosh, that was the first time I ever had anything like that," he told me very excitedly. "I've had other boys jack it off ... and there's a queer at school ... I let him suck it off once. But a real woman practically! Wow! Wait until I tell the guys about this!"
"Bobby!" I screeched at him, grabbing his shoulders. "If you ever want me to do that again to you ... if you ever want me to let you fuck me, or play with my tits or ... or anything ... even see me naked, you better keep quiet about this! Do you understand?"
"Yeah ... I'm sorry, Connie," he said sullenly but sincerely, then added excitedly, "But ... couldn't I tell them I met a girl in a movie and she took me to her house because her parents weren't at home ... and she sucked me off?"
"I suppose," I said. "Just be damn sure, you get your story straight, Bobby. Because if anything ever got out about your having sex with your own sister, it could be disastrous."
"I know how to keep my mouth shut," Bobby said, looking me straight in the eye. "I know those people from New York are paying for us to live here and have everything we want. I never said anything about it to anybody. But I'm not dumb, Connie. I know Dad's fucked you and Vickie. You and Vickie let those men screw you and so does Mom. And that Mrs. Farrington has sex with you too. I know...."
"I'm not surprised, Bobby," I said, giving him a very affectionate kiss on his lips. "You're a pretty smart kid. I'm glad I have you for a brother. Melody ... she's also in on everything now, and it's time you were too. Just don't say anything to Mom or Dad or I Melody or Vickie. Let me tell them about it tonight. I don't think well have anything to worry about."
"Gosh!" Bobby said with a big smile. "I'm finally going to get in on the hot stuff. Can I kiss your pussy, Connie?"
I lay down and put my legs apart. He was terribly amateurish, but his lips and tongue were wet and felt good as they slushed around inside my hot pussy. I had two good orgasms from him, and then I fell asleep on the grass.
It was two in the afternoon when I woke up, and took my bikini and walked back into the house to take a shower and have a bite to eat. There was a note on the kitchen table from Bobby reading that he was going out to see a couple of his friends. I smiled, knowing the poor kid could hardly wait to tell his slightly altered, "no real names used" story of his first sex experience with a woman. And, I thought he would have an even better story to tell after he had actually fucked me ... or Mom or Vickie or Melody or Mrs. Farrington or Kathy. I realized how endless the list really was, and what a sweet deal we had going for us.
I had just finished eating a sandwich with a big batch of potato chips and a dill pickle, when I thought I heard a car driving up to the front of the house. The rest of the family wouldn't be back for another hour from then, I had figured, or maybe even two hours.
Could it be Mrs. Farrington, or one of our male "owners." I wondered. I gulped down the last of my iced tea and stood up. I had on hot pants and a blue, V-neck blouse, nothing else. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking that I wouldn't have to let any strangers in if I didn't want to.
When the doorbell rang, I smoothed down the front of my hot pants (they were a size too small), and went to answer the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When I opened the door, I was looking into the cool, limpid and sensual face of one of the most beautiful young women I had ever seen. She was gorgeously tall and attractive, with large breasts and a very lovely rounded ass that was large enough so she would never need a cushion for positioning herself. I knew she must be over five feet six. She was dressed in a short, but not mini, skirt that clung to her hips and buttocks so tightly that the undercrease of her thighs were contoured briefly.
She was dressed nicely-the blouse a white linen type, fairly sheer and unable to hide the upper cleavage and mounds of her luscious breasts, that were encased in a sort of demibra ... a French bra. "French!" I silently exclaimed to myself as we continued to stare at one another and a slight smile began to play over her moist lips.
"You ... you must be Annette Jourdon!" I exclaimed, mispronouncing her last name, as I saw her cab driver bring three huge suitcases up to the front steps and set them down. 'You ... you're our new maid! From Paris! Oh, please do come in, Annette. Do you have a lot of other luggage?"
"The rest come by boat ... two weeks," she replied, smiling warmly as she paid the cab driver and tipped him handsomely.
I grabbed one of Annette's suitcases, which turned out to be quite heavy. But Annette picked up the other two like she was used to weightlifting and followed me out to her nicely furnished, three-room maid's house on the beach side of the mansion. Her voice was soft and emotion-filled, her French accent heavy, her command of English not yet perfected.
Annette was going to be a strong character for us to contend with. I could tell that by her smile and the way she looked at me, almost as if to say, "I think you like me, American girl. I think you like my body. I think ... if you are good to me ... I may let you see my pussy."
I was aware that I must have had the feeling that Bobby did when I had seduced him (or he had helped me seduce him) only a few hours earlier. I was very definitely attracted to Annette sexually from the first moment I saw her. She was a big woman, but with such arousing body contours, and such an erotic smile and general look about her face. I realized that I had hardly spoken a single sentence to her, just as we put the bags down on the small front porch of her cottage.
"I'm terribly sorry to be so rude," I said, looking at the teasing smile that played across her full lips. "My name is Connie ... Connie Barkley. My hus band's name is Greg. The rest of the family's last name is Wilson. My sister Viclde is almost eighteen. My sister Melody is almost sixteen, but looks about thirteen. And my brother Bobby is fourteen. My mother and father live with us too."
"I am pleased that you are so ... so complete to let me know names of your family," Annette said, her English coming out slowly. "But it is true that Al ... Mr. Albert Wallace, he has tell me much about you when I was last see him in Paris only some months ago. I think I will like myself to be here in my own little house by the sea."
"Oh ... I forgot," I apologized, asking her to take her foot off the doormat, which I lifted to gain access to the key. "This is your key, Annette. It fits both the front and back door as well as the storage closet in your cottage. It'll be awfully hot in here now with everything closed up so long, but you have an airconditioner in each room. I'll turn them on and we'll be cool in no time. I'll help you unpack ... if you want me to...."
Something seemed to click in Annette's mind, the moment I had made the last statement. In Europe, there was a vast distance between domestic servants and their employers. A member of the family would hardly offer to help the maid to unpack her things. I realized right then that I did not look on Annette as a maid. In fact, from that moment Al Wallace had told us about having a French maid that night we made the deal, I had a very intrigued attitude toward the, as yet, invisible "French maid." He had described her as a sexually attractive person, almost admitting that he had been intimate with her when she cleaned the room at his favorite Paris hotel.
No wonder I was able to only see the magnetic and dynamic sexual appeal of the twenty-three-year-old French girl. I had always thought of her as a potential sex partner. And Al had intimated that she might participate in our orgies; not in so many words, but in the way he described her and told us about her.
I found myself holding the screen door open for Annette to precede me into the cottage. I had fumblingly said something like, "You've got the two suitcases to carry ... you go ahead." and she had said something nice to me in French. But it still made me realize that Annette was also aware of my feelings and attitude toward her. I had the feeling that she was enjoying my clumsiness immensely!
"Oh, it's stifling ... uh, hot in here," I said, trying my best to keep my poise and not stumble around with my speech, knowing I should use more basic words that she would more easily understand. "I'll turn on the air-conditioner in here first, then we'll go over to the kitchen and turn that one on ... and then take your things into the bedroom to unpack and turn on the one in there."
"Oh! So nice! Oui!" Annette said with a happy French giggle as she held her hand up and felt the cold air flowing out almost immediately. "Ah, so much luxury ... and for a mere maid! Such nice furniture. Ah, the couch, the tables, chairs, my very pretty dining room just like Al promise me ... "
As she talked on, she also followed me around the small cottage. The American things were so new and unusual to her. She couldn't have done the simple task of turning on an air-conditioner by herself, because she had never seen room-sized air-conditioners before. I had all three of them on "constant run" to start with, but showed her how she should turn them down and let the thermostats take over to provide about a 68 or 72 temperature.
Annette had met her match. There as no doubt in my mind that she probably fucked and sucked off every promising American she could while she was a hotel maid in Paris. But there was so much to learn, so many little, but (to her) important details about American living, that she would be dependent on me ... for a while.
I told her not to worry about her work then, but to get unpacked and comfortable first. I also said to Annette, "I'm the only one here for the next hour or so. The rest of the family is in Miami buying clothes and things, and Bobby's having supper with a friend, I think."
"So ... so much has changed my life!" Annette exclaimed, slapping her hand to her forehead as she sat down on the side of the bed. "Twenty hours ago ... never had it been for me to be ever out of France. Now ... I am here! I am in America! I am in the beautiful Florida beaches. And...."
"Annette?" I asked, making her look directly at me, "Do you ... like me?"
"Oh, very much, Connie ... or, Mrs. Barkley ... which should I call you?"
"Mrs. Barkley ... for right now ... but only when the others are around," I told her, glorying at the ease with which she started to undress. "Pretty soon ... we'll all be on a first name basis, but ... we also know our place. We have to put on a ... a hypocritical front. Do you understand what I mean, Annette?"
"Yes ... I think so," she replied, pulling off her blouse and letting her skirt drop to the floor. 'We have a little private sex machine on the estate here, oui? But to all people else, it is a very respectable family with a very nice and proper French maid. Is this not correct, Connie ... cherie?"
"This may be your first time in America, Annette," I told her with an admiring smile and probing look at her body, "but you can catch on to things pretty well. And what a figure you havel No wonder Al was so anxious to have you here."
The tall, full-bodied French girl provocatively posed for me. She had on only the half-bra, garter belt, stockings, and high-heel shoes. My compliment was all she needed to show how proud she was of her body. The majestic qualities seemed to enhance her sexiness. The shape of her legs and thighs were perfect for her size. And the breasts, ready to burst out of their semi-confinement, made me want to take off her bra and suck and love them that very moment.
"Oh-ha!" she exclaimed, laughing as she unhooked the bra in front and let it all hang out. "You like the big tee-tees, oui? That was the first thing Al want to play with when I was clean his room in hotel. He gave me one hundred francs. I take out my tee-tees and he play with them and suck like a little baby. And ... he suck my pussy too."
"Do you ever have women guests at the hotel who want to ... to have sex with you?" I asked, rubbing my thighs together so obviously that she looked at my crotch and smiled, "Oh, many times. It is good I am bisexual. I make a pretend to not be interested at the first times, but I let them seduce me ... hal You, too, have a nice body. Tell me, Connie? Do you like my breasts?"
"They're magnificent!" I told her excitedly. So big and round ... such lovely nipples. Things happen ... pretty fast sometimes. Did you know that I am bisexual too?"
"But, of course!" she exclaimed, laughing at me again. "I will be honest, Connie. I am teasing you. For me it is very exciting too, that you like my body and you are hot. Would you ... take off your clothes for me?"
I did not need to say anything. I stood up and removed my two pieces of clothing in no more than thirty seconds. I faced her completely naked, but she was still wearing her stockings, garter belt and shoes. In back of her was the big full-length mirror on the door to the bathroom. I could see myself naked, a beautifully sexy view of her from the rear, plus the real Annette from the front.
"Connie ... you are like me so sexy," she said. "And you make a juice in your pussy already. I see the wet on the lips and hairs. Connie ... many Americans in the the hotel, they say they want to 'French' me. Now ... I want to French you. My own special pleasure are girls like you ... even younger.
* * *
"Honey, darling!" I exclaimed, jumping up on the bed and playing with myself shamelessly. "Do me! French me! Suck it! Eat my pussy...."
I watched, both right there and the view from the mirror, as she crawled up to me on the bed. In the mirror, I could see the naked, white beauty of her protruding and large buttocks, the cheeks almost parted because of the position she was in momentarily. I spread my legs and she deftly parted my cunt lips.
T have not had such a wonderful pussy since years, Connie," she said, looking up at me very seriously. "I will want to lick it and suck it a very long time."
Immediately, she lowered her face and the feel of her tongue hit my clit like a bolt of lightning! She liked to eat me so much and make such pleasing sounds and gurgles, that the mere knowing of how she was enjoying me, increased my passion. I had at least three or four orgasms within the first ten minutes. I was squirming, twisting, rolling my hips, raising my ass. I was so hot I had to eat her too! I had to!
"Annette! Annette!" I called out, almost crying I was so desperate. "Do you ... understand sixty-nine? I want to suck you too."
"Mm-mm ... ummh!" was all I got from her, but she did understand.
Without some part of her lips or tongue ever leaving my pussy, Annette managed to get herself turned around so her crotch was finally hovering over my head and we were in a perfect sixty-nine position.
I sometimes overuse superlatives, but I am being completely honest when I say that Annette has the most beautiful and sexiest pussy that I have ever seen! I couldn't help but just look at it first. Her dark cunt hairs formed a lovely triangle, although her patch was small for her size. Around the lips of her cunt, the formation of hairs was as perfect as the manicured lawn of a golf course around a sand trap.
Her lips were moist, but closed. I used my finger to gently part them and savor the odor of her femininity that greeted me. Some of her secretions dripped on my chin and I greedily licked up the sex juices. When I pulled the lips farther apart, I could see the inner lips, red and swollen, seeming to pulse almost like an enraged cock. I could also see the entrance to her vagina, which would contract and then open in a tempo with her delightfully languorous sucking and licking of my clit.
But Annette's clit was what amazed me! When excited, it was almost as thick as a pencil and protruded, like a doll's cock. When I licked up to it with my tongue and sucked in between my lips, she began to move her hips and grunt and moan in orgasm. In order to keep her pussy in place, I threw both arms around the firm, full buttocks and heh her.
My hands immediately went to the crease between her cheeks and I pulled the mighty globes apart. I let go of her throbbing clit long enough to pull back my head and look. Her crease flesh was as soft and beautiful as the rest of her, interrupted only by a very large and appealing asshole! I put a finger to it and began to probe, discovering that two fingers slipped through with the greatest of ease. I was then that I had the idea of Greg fucking her ass.
I knew it could be done. The violently sexy way she responded with her bodily movement as probed her anus, plus the ease with which it openet up, made me realize that ass-fucking was somethin! to which she responded greatly. By moving my hea( a little, I managed to lick the rim of it, and she hat two orgasms right together.
Her buttocks were gently kneaded and fondled by my hands, as I licked back down to her open cunt and took each inner hp, one at a time, into m mouth for a thorough sucking. I have never known a female whose inner lips could swell and stiffen so much when excited. After that, I took her clit between my lips and began to suck and tongue it furiously.
"Oh, Mem Dieu!" she cried out, taking her mouth away from me for just a moment. "You are crazy with sex like I am too, Connie. I can not get enough. I love your pussy and to feel tee-tees on your body ... mine on yours. I suck you more...."
At that moment, the door opened and Mom stood there watching us. Annette did not panic, but kept her face from my pussy as she tried to get a look at her. I took my mouth away from her crotch, but we stayed in position. I wasn't about to let her go, no matter what.
"This is Annette, Mother," I called out to Mom. "She just arrived. Annette ... my sexy mother!"
"I love you daughter's pussy, Mrs. Wilson," Annette said huskily. "You, too, have nice figure. Come join with us, please. I want to give my body to everyone. We can make names later...."
Mom left the cottage and both Annette and I began to lick and suck each others' pussies again with even greater vigorousness. We knew that we would not be alone for many more minutes, and we had no idea of the opportunities we would have for private sex sessions later. It was obvious that we both had a strong, very strong sexual attraction for each other. And at that moment, we did not even bother about the fact that such a personal association could later make us bitter enemies through jealousy and envy.
"Damn you, Connie!" Vickie cursed me as she entered the room, taking off a terry cloth robe to reveal the full nakedness of her voluptuous body.
"You promised Mom she could have Annette first ... or that I could!"
I snapped my fingers a little angrily at Vickie and gestured for her to come around toward where my face was. I pulled back my head and showed her the sexual super qualities of Annette's dripping cunt and perfectly formed anus. In a second, Vickie was in a position so she could suck and lick from Annette's clit to her asshole, while I gave my sister orgasms by fingerfucking her.
Mom and Dad walked in with their swimsuits on, but immediately took them off. They both knelt by Annette's face, kissing her and licking my ass, and saying a few things to her. I signaled to Dad and told Vickie to move away a moment. She went down and joined Mom, then both of them began to lick and mouth up the sides of Annette's twitching, sensitive body.
I spread Annette's cheeks and put my finger in her asshole, then went back to sucking her clit. Dad got the message and was in position, straddled over me, with his cock just touching Annette's anus. My view was perfect. He started to ease it in very slowly, but found that it wasn't necessary. With hardly any lubrication, other than that from my mouth and the saliva and her own cunt juices that I brought with it, Dad's cock slipped all the way in right away!
Certainly, I thought excitedly, Greg could get his huge cock in there too. And I wanted to be in the same position I was right then. Vickie was down licking my pussy and trading kisses with Annette when Bobby and Melody came in with no clothes on. The two kids were amazed! Bobby's little cock started to rise immediately and he pushed Melody gently to the floor and clumsily put his cock in her and began to fuck. The rest realized I had seduced him, but Mom was not angry about my breaking my promise to her.
Annette was overawed at their youth and daring, and the two of them were extremely excited just by watching us all on the bed. Bobby lasted all of one minute before he shot off in Melody, and I just hoped that Mom had her on the pill.
"Damn, what an ass! What an ass! I'm coming!" Dad cried out.
I looked up just in time to see him give the last thrust, and when he finally pulled it out, my face was covered with his come. I licked off a lot of it, then Vickie was there and greedily licked off the rest as we kissed and tongued.
"Oh! Mon Dieu! Impossible!" Annette screamed after taking her mouth and head away from my pussy.
I strained my head to look, although I had guessed already at the cause of her outburst. And I was right. My conceited husband had just walked in naked fondling his huge cock which was fully hard. I got a glimpse through the crease of Annette's buttock's of Greg walking up and placing it over her face. At once, Annette's tongue was lapping and licking it as if she were starved! Greg also bent it down so that she could suck the head and tongue his slit.
Greg crawled up on the bed and put his cock right into me, as Annette continued to lick the root of it, his balls and then back to his asshole, which made Greg cry out in ecstasy. I kept motioning to him to come back where my face was. Finally, I kept pointing to Annette's ass, then pulled the cheeks apart so Greg could see the size of her anus by leaning over.
She was so relaxed in her anus I had no trouble at ah in putting one finger from each hand into her opening, and then pulling it apart. With that, Greg immediately understood and removed his cock from my pussy and a ball from Annette's mouth.
Melody was quite interested in everything (she had become quite a sexpot), and was sucking on Dad's limp cock, while Mom ate her, and continued to feel around my pussy, letting Annette's tongue lick all around and over it. And Annette was quite relaxed and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, until she felt the bed give as my muscleman husband came up and straddled my face and pushed the head of his cock in her asshole.
"No! Nol He weel keel me!" Annette screamed. "Do not let him! do not let him!"
Her screams were ignored, and as long as Greg just probed around easily in the well-lubricated crater, Annette was quiet. She also had something new to attract her attention. Bobby had crawled up over her and she was licking and sucking his little penis and balls with loud, liquid noises, her hands grasping his buttocks. And then Melody left Dad with a hard cock and arranged herself so her pussy was also close to Annette's face. I knew about the French girl's obsession for young girls, so I felt that would detract her too.
Dad came up to where Greg and I were. I reached out to masturbate his cock gently as he crawled up on the bed on his knees. He whispered to me, "Aim it right over those beautiful ass cheeks of that French girl, Connie. I want to come all over those globes and then Vickie can lick it up.
Suddenly, there was a movement, a thrust by Greg's cock. Annette screamed and cried out, but Greg said he would not put it in all the way, and promised to come quickly. I looked up at his mighty cock as it disappeared into her rectum, then seemed to pull out a portion of her inner flesh with its tightness.
Greg realized the limitations and began to thrust easily, no more than an inch or two. He then began cry out in tempo with an equally wanton outburst from Annette, and the come began to ooze all over my face as I quickly jacked off Dad and watched his cream shoot onto both cheeks of Annette's voluptuously oversized ass.
I was coming again too. I think we all were coming. Vickie and Mom and Melody almost fought with each other in licking the cream from my face and Annette's ass. It was probably the greatest introduction she had ever received in her life!
And that was only the beginning.
CHAPTER NINE
In spite of the few little jealousies and squabbles that developed over the first few months of our new life, we all had a wonderful time. With the addition of Annette, the family had more fun when our "owners" weren't there too. Jeff was a very likable guy, and I was his favorite for a while, after which he began to favor my mother.
Rhoda, Al and Adam were also continually oversexed and a little bizarre, which made their visits more of a pleasure than a chore. Rhoda almost fell in love with Melody, and the first thing she did whenever she came down was to pull up my little sister's dress, pull down her panties, and eat. Melody liked the attention, and she didn't even get mad at Rhoda when the woman stuffed her blonde ponytail up into her cunt and wiggled it around.
In addition to sex, we had the good life in every other way too. We felt like it was almost too good to be true. The luxury, the money, the cars, the estate. What more could people want out of life. I did hate to see Dad staying drunk nearly all the time, but since money was no object and he was the least sexually attractive of the family (which he knew, but swore it didn't bother him), there was nothing much else for him to do.
Adam, Rhoda's husband, as well as Al, began to get a particular kick out of sucking off Bobby, which I found fascinating to observe. They also taught him to fuck their asses occasionally, and Al was using his fingers a lot on Bobby's, which I felt was going to lead to their trying to get their penises into his cute little ass eventually.
Greg and Annette and I had a lot of threesomes, and when Mom and Vickie joined us, we had our private orgies. It was all so perfect-sleep when we liked, drink what and when and how much we wanted, eat very lavish meals that Annette fixed for us, go for rides, loll around on the beach, meet a few extra clients when we felt like it and were pretty sure none of our "owners" were going to be down.
That's the way it was until this morning at ten o'clock when Adam, Al and Jeff arrived from New York. Vickie had gone into one of her sexual fits and Dad was eating her as she sat up on the breakfast table. Melody was sucking one tit and Mom the other. I was so hot watching them that I was about to join in. But then I heard the front door of the house close, and the three men walked into the breakfast room.
"Whee! I'm coming! Three more hard cocks! Four more hard cocks!" Vickie cried out, noticing Greg's arrival from the back door.
"Not so early in the morning, thanks," Adam announced in a voice that sounded quite business-like. "We came down to tell you that there will be more incest involved in our arrangement than before. Al and Jeff's wives have decided to join us, also our daughter, who was recently divorced. Jeff is going to bring his kids into our group when they become fourteen."
"But ... this could last forever," Mom said, in a protesting manner. "Vickie and I just found out from the doctor that we're pregnant. Connie's two months gone already...."
"Well!" Adam exclaimed with an obscene grin as he looked around at us. "Your kLdsTl be ready to join in about the time Jeff's kids are close to their age. Yes ... this arrangement can perpetuate itself for generations. Wonderful."
"Adam," Mom said very seriously. "I ... I know that it was our own doing ... getting into this, but you certainly can't expect our unborn children to grow up as a family sex machine too. I ... don't want my new child to be involved or know anything about this. And Vickie and Connie feel the same way about their children."
"How would you live ... if you ever tried to walk out on us?" Adam asked us all. 'You're stuck with this life. Why ... if you walked out on us, you'd have almost nothing ... a few thousand you've saved, and that Bud would drink up in a month's time. You'd be getting older, get down to the street level, cheap hotel rooms. Bud would probably kill himself. Do you want that to happen to your father ... your husband ... your father-in-law?"
"Wait a goddamn minute, Mr. Farrington," Dad entered in, fairly loaded. "We own this house ... it's in our name ... you said so. It's in our contrac' that the house and all a grounds are in our name."
"Sure ... it's in your name, you old sot!" Adam angered. "But the mortgage and title are held by one of my banks. Unless you start making monthly payments of $3,411.32, it'll be repossessed. That is ... if you want to try to wiggle out of your contract with us for 'services rendered.'"
"No court would ever hold us to that!" Dad proclaimed, hitting the breakfast table with his fist.
"They might," Adam mused. If a smart lawyer can figure out a legitimate type of 'services rendered' to fit, and which you wouldn't dare dispute."
"But ... the unborn children!" Mom cried, grasping Al's hand and clutching it tightly. "Certainly, the contract doesn't make them or...."
"Here's the contract ... a photocopy of it!" Adam said sternly, bringing the document out of his attache case and laying it on the table. "It states here in paragraph 11-'This contract may be maintained in force and effect by all heirs, assigns and issues of the party of the first part'-that's us-'at their discretion, and apply to all issues of the parties of the second part'-that's you people-'and other issues there from ... ' And every one of you of legal age-which includes you, Connie-have signed this document. Bud and Margie have signed for the minor children...."
"That's all a bunch of legal doubletalk!" Dad protested. "What's this 'heirs, assigns and issues' crap?"
"It means, Bud," Adam began, "that our heirs, those others whom we might like to bring in, plus our children, will continue, generation by generation to be a part of this group. 'Issue' is a mainly legal term, Bud. It means offspring or children-of."
"You signed it, Bud," Greg said with a helpless shrug of his big shoulders. "I signed it because you read it over and said it was okay."
"Oh, shit! I was half loaded!" Dad tried to argue. 'It's your fault, Adam! You kept feeding me drinks the whole time you and your lawyer were going over that thing!"
"I'm sorry, Bud," Adam said in a very neutral voice. "But that's the way it is. Cheer up now. Al's and Jeff's wives will be down tomorrow and we'll have a three-day orgy...."
"Yeah ... we'll be ready," Mom said, as both she and Dad slumped down in their respective chairs while our three owners left us for the rest of the morning.
"There's no way out ... is there, Dad?" I asked, looking from him to Mom and then to Greg.
"No...." he said softly. "We're like prisoners in the presidential suite. They're going to have the estate watched by guards too. I saw one of them last night ... uniformed. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was hired to keep the 'wrong' people out and the 'right' people in. I hadn't wanted to mention it before. I wasn't sure what it was all about...."
"Even if there were no guards," Mother said, shaking her head. "We'd be just as hemmed in. Oh, I don't think they're going to try to make us stay in this one place forever. They'll let us go out shopping, to movies. But we might as well be locked in with the key thrown away. You heard what Al said. It's true, of course...."
"No, Connie," Dad said with a sigh of deep resignation as he looked around the room at all of us. "There's no way out."
