Jeff Clausen sat at the tiny table in the dim room and watched the girl on the stage. She'd begun with a slow tempo, sensual and sinuous. He'd found it exciting; and as the girl picked up speed and began the featured part of her dance, he felt the familiar pressure between his legs, his cock pressing and straining inside his tight pants. Christ, this was a hell of a place to get a hard-on.
He watched the girl. She was naked now, every curve and movement of her body erotic and meaningful. He'd seen a million topless and naked dancers, and he should be used to them by now, but he wasn't. They still turned him on.
It had been three months since Rhoda had left him. The lawyers were still haggling about dividing up the property, and the actual divorce was still months away. Jeez, the way they'd been fighting these past couple of years, he'd thought he'd be glad to be rid of her. He envisioned himself as leading a wild, swinging bachelor life, with as many girls as he could handle whenever he wanted them. It hadn't worked out that way.
He sighed, licking his lips and draining the watered drink in front of him. Maybe when you get to be forty-five you're living on memories....
The girl on the stage moved toward him, her hips swaying and her legs apart. She was dancing to a calypso beat, and her huge tits bounced and jiggled like a couple of ripe melons on a vine. He figured her for about forty-four at least, big jugs that made his mouth water. She was bending back then, arching her body so she could move under a limbo stick.
Christ, his balls ached! He could see right into her pussy when she spread like that, see the red, wet lips that seemed to wink at him invitingly. Her snatch hair was thin so it didn't hide much of the view. He licked his lips and lifted the empty glass to them. He needed a cunt, Christ how he needed one!
Jeff glanced around the room but no one was paying any attention to him. Every eye in the place was on the girl-that's what they'd paid their money for and that's what they were watching: He wondered if the girl would go to the hotel with him, if he bought her a couple of drinks. She probably got plenty of invitations like that. Did she accept them? Was every man in the room thinking the same thing?
He shifted in the chair to try to ease the pain in his groin. If he didn't start getting some regular pussy, his balls were going to burst. What the hell was the matter with him anyhow? It wasn't as if he'd been true blue to Rhoda for the twenty years they'd been man and wife. Hell, he'd had chicks on the side, a number of times. During the last couple of lousy years when they'd been really drifting apart, he'd carried on an affair with a secretary from the office for almost a year. Why couldn't he get back into action now? Since the breakup with Rhoda, he'd only had his nuts taken off four times-four lousy times in three months!
The girl on the stage had lowered the limbo stick so that her body had to be only inches from the floor to clear it. He stared at her, still thinking about her pussy. Actually, he'd had a better view of it when the stick was higher and she could spread her legs more. Now her knees blocked part of his view. He wished he had a table right in front.
A spotlight came on and bathed the girl's cunt in soft red light. Jeff's breath caught and almost strangled him. She was under the stick, turning now without rising, giving everyone in the room a good look at what she had. He moaned softly, but no one in the barroom noticed. Every man was having the same problem.
Jeff was sweating by the time the dance finished. The house lights came up and he stumbled away from the table, pushing out through the curtained doorway of the backstage room and to the bar it-serf. He ordered a double shot and gulped it neat. Then he looked toward the door that had to lead to the dressing rooms behind the stage.
No one stopped him as he went in and down the short hall. The place was grimy and dim and smelled of sweat and make-up, with an overlay of booze odor from up front. Most of the doors were open and he glanced into each room, looking for the girl who'd just come off the stage. What the hell was her name? It had been on the poster outside when he'd stopped to look and been drawn into the bar.
Dawn Flame. Yeah, that was it.
She was in the last room on the hall, a place the size of a small closet. She was sitting at a dressing table that was covered with jars and tubes of make-up and creams; everything was dusted lightly with powder. Clothes hung on hooks along the walls, over chairs, and over the lid of an open trunk crammed into a corner.
She saw him in the mirror and looked at him questioningly. "Yeah?"
"I-I saw your dance." He felt like a stupid kid, his face warm and his voice stammering.
"Yeah?" Her eyes moved down his image in the glass, as though she wanted to check him over. Did the gaze linger at his crotch or did he imagine it?
"You're very good."
"Thanks." She began wiping cream on her face, glancing from her own reflection to his from time to time.
He forced himself to go on. "I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed it. I was wondering-" He broke off as her gaze met his and held it frankly.
"Wondering what?"
"Can I buy you a drink?" he blurted before he lost his nerve.
She laughed and the sound was pleasant. "Sure, why not? Gimme a couple of minutes to get dressed. That was my last show." She got up and the robe she had pulled over her nude body when she ran from the stage fell open, giving him another glimpse of that full ripe body. She saw him stare but she didn't bother to cover herself. Hadn't he just seen more than that a few minutes ago on the stage? If there was one thing Dawn Flame wasn't, it was shy about her assets.
She grabbed a tissue from a box and began to wipe off the cream, rubbing at her cheeks with fresh tissues until her face shone and was devoid of make-up. She was older than she looked on stage, Jeff guessed maybe thirty or close to it. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her without the painted beauty she needed for her profession. When she finished with her face, she crossed to the trunk and pulled out a few filmy garments, then dropped the robe from her shoulders and let it fall across the chair. For a moment she posed unconsciously and let him admire what really had attracted him-her figure. Then she began struggling into a very lacy bra that did little more than caress her tits and push them upward even farther. Next she donned a pair of black lace pants that covered her ass and crotch without hiding them. The lace looked like a dim shadow on her flesh.
Jeff felt the pressure in his loins again. He wanted her, and he wanted her bad. He was amazed at his luck so far; now if it would only hold....
They had two drinks at the bar, and he knew that he was paying top booze prices for soda pop for her, but he didn't care. They talked, and she seemed friendly and willing, so he finally got up enough courage to ask her if she wanted to have another drink at his hotel.
Her cool green eyes appraised him, then she grinned. "Why the hell not? You're all right, Jeff."
There was no pretense of detouring to the hotel bar when he'd parked the car and they entered the lobby. She turned toward the elevator at the merest touch of his hand to her arm, still smiling. In the room, she dropped her purse and the thin shawl she'd draped over her shoulders to a chair and stood at the window staring out over the city.
"I like L.A.," she said, turning to look at him. "You from here?"
"No, San Francisco. I came down to visit my sister for awhile."
"Oh?" Her face was full of questions she didn't ask.
Yet he felt compelled to explain. "I just went through a lousy divorce and need a change of scene."
She nodded, staring at him frankly, then smiling all at once. "You're a pretty nice guy. Most of the jerks I meet in that bar are pawing all over me-can't keep their hands off."
Jeff felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that was exactly what he'd wanted to do since he first saw her.
She laughed. "You've been nice about it, treating me like I was a date. I like that."
He glanced around the room, not sure what to say but knowing he wanted to undress her and feel her hot flesh on his, feel his cock sliding up into that ruby red pussy he'd glimpsed when she danced on the stage.
She walked slowly toward him, still smiling. "Hey, don't look scared-I know why we're here."
"I don't know what the hell is the matter with me," he said. "This divorce-"
"Yeah, well forget it now." She was close and he could smell her perfume. It filled his head and made him slightly dizzy. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer and his loins ached again.
She touched his arm, caressing it slightly, looking up at him, her lips parted and a pink tongue flickering behind white, even teeth. "I like you, Jeff."
He pulled her into his arms and to him, covering her lips with his own. Hot and hungry, he worked at her mouth and it opened willingly, letting his tongue in to meet the hot passion of her own. She was pressing hard against him now, hot and sensuous, her big tits twin mounds of passion at his chest. Her hands were scrambling to unbutton his coat and pull it back. Then they were under his shirt, searing his naked flesh, arousing him to white heat. Every few seconds her fingers would slide under the waistband of his slacks and tease his ass. She was driving him crazy.
"God." He pulled from her and stared, shaking with need. She smiled and began to unfasten his slacks and belt. She never took her eyes off him as she dropped his pants and pulled down his shorts. His cock was at half-mast already, readying itself for her, wanting her, needing her. She flicked a glance at it, smiled at him, then sank to her knees in front of him.
He watched her. She was staring at Ms penis, studying it as though it were inspection time. Then she reached for it, closing her cool hand around the semi-turgid organ, lifting it and peering at the still drawn foreskin covering the head. She licked her lips and leaned to it.
Jeez ... His whole body quivered as she kissed the cockhead, gently and softly at first, with warm dry lips. Then her tongue flicked at the puckered foreskin, licking up the tiny drop of moisture she found there. She moaned softly as though she'd discovered heaven. Then she opened her mouth and took the very tip of the cock in her mouth.
Jeff shivered, wanting to shove his tool at her face and force it deep into her throat. Building passion was filling him now, straining at his loins and heating his whole body. He wanted her, and he wanted to come!
She began to let his prick sink deeper into her mouth, accepting the stiffening column of flesh as though it were the best treat she'd had in a long time. She was working at it faster and harder now, forcing the foreskin to open and pull back to allow his cockhead to pop out. She ringed the head with her tongue, licking and lapping at it, pulling back with tight lips so she seemed to be trying to pull it off. He was going out of his mind now.
"Jeezzz."
"Mmmmm." She .cupped his balls with one hand, lifting their heavy weight and fondling the twin love bags. Her fingers were hot now, searing his flesh and adding to his own heat. Her other hand was around his ass, cupping, squeezing, feeling for his asshole, then finding it and teasing it. His buttocks tightened and trapped her there. All the time, she never lost a beat on his now swollen dick. Her head was bobbing back and forth like a bell clapper, her saliva was dribbling at the corners of her mouth. Christ, she was going to make him come!
Dawn knew he was going to come, and she wanted him to. He was really one uptight guy. Christ, she couldn't remember the last tune she'd been with a man who hadn't ripped her clothes off and practically raped her on the floor as soon as a door was closed behind them. He hadn't tried to pay her either-she liked that. Christ, some of the creeps came in flashing fifty dollar bills under her nose like they were buying some prostitute. She hated them and could no more suck them the way she was doing now than she could fly to the moon.
Jeff was different. Maybe all his hang-ups about, the divorce did it. Whatever, she had him rock hard now and she could feel the tremors along the length of his prick that were the warning signals of his impending come. Any tune, baby, anytime....
Jeff groaned and sucked air through his mouth. His body was on fire, his belly a raging inferno filled with hot lava ready to pour out.
"Yeah, baby, take it, ohhh Christ, take it. Now. Take it NOW!" He grabbed her head, clutching his fingers into her hair and working with her, pulling her to his body so his cock slammed all the way into her waiting mouth. He felt the first tiny warning spurt, and the girl whimpered and gobbled it down greedily. Her fingers were digging into his ass now, pulling him forward in her own haste and need. Her hot mouth was devouring him; he could feel her wet lips press against his balls and against the damp thatch of pubic hair above his cock. He could feel her warm breath damp on his flesh. Then he exploded into complete orgasm, shooting off a load of come that she drank down with huge, noisy gulps. It kept coming, pouring out of him like a dam had broken and she was his only salvation. She took everything he had to give her and kept sucking for more.
Sweat filmed Jeff's body and he let himself sink in the glory of the moment. His cock was still hard, still trying to drain any hidden drops of love juice into her eager mouth, on her hot tongue. Then she was lapping him all over, cleaning him like a cat cleaning a kitten. Her tongue was smooth and loving, touching him on every inch of flesh. He was so weak he could hardly stand up any longer.
Dawn felt the sudden rush of his joy juice and timed her thrusts with her breathing so she could gulp his stuff down without missing a beat. He shot the heavy, hot load, spurting the thick, tangy slime into her throat. She gulped it down, enjoying the taste and the feel of its, thickness. She could barely hear him whimpering over the sound of her own pounding heart. God, nothing turned her on like sucking off a hard dick! She could feel the heat between her legs, feel her cunt juice dampening her lace panties, feel the tingling pressure of the lace on her clitoris as she strained her body. Lord, she was hot for him now.
His cock was delightfully hard, even after he finished coming. That was good. He'd come back fast, be ready for plenty more. She liked that in a man. Once she had the joy of fellatio and got herself turned on, she liked a lot of loving.
She flicked her tongue over his cock, licking up the last delicious remnants of his come. She labored over the ridge of the cockhead where the stuff clung in tiny crevices, making sure she got it all. She caressed the silky head with her lips, pressing against it and making little nibbling motions with her mouth. She heard him let his breath out in a .long sigh.
When she finally backed him off and got to her feet, he was grinning, helping her up and then stepping out of the slacks and shorts bunched around his feet. He kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt.
She stripped the knit dress over her head and took off her shoes. His eyes went from her tits to the shadow at her crotch. She'd let him take off the bra and panties, she knew he'd like that. What was there about a woman's tits spilling out of a bra that excited men so quickly?
Jeff saw the dark circles of her nipples under the filmy cloth. God, she had big ones. Thinking about them naked and bouncing while she danced made his mouth water. He went to her as soon as he skimmed the shirt off his arms and tossed it aside. His cock was still rigid, thrusting forward and only slightly limp after the working over she'd given it ; :o ;he fullness of his orgasm. He was already building a new head of steam, and it would be good in her, he knew.
He grinned and fumbled for the bra hooks behind her. She pulled her shoulders back to ease the strain on the straps, then breathed deeply when he freed her breasts. The huge tits bounced out of captivity, swaying across her ribs like twin pendulums on lily white flesh. The nipples were taut, beginning to jut from their silver dollar-sized rosy patches.
He put his hands to her hips and began to roll down the black lace bikini panties. He was staring at her tits, licking his lips and wanting to taste them, but knowing that he wanted her totally naked first. He wanted her ready for him, ready to be fucked when he got hard and driving again.
The panties fell around her ankles and she kicked them off, stepping out with one foot, then the other. She was smiling, breathing through parted lips that glittered wetly. She wanted him too. The thought made him hotter than he already was.
They came together in naked embrace, hot flesh on hot flesh, his cock stabbing into her cunt hair and sliding between her legs. She was tall, and she fit him perfectly, her crotch riding on his cock with just enough downward pressure to keep them both agitated. She clamped her legs tight against his erotic flesh and moved her body very slowly, encouraging him. Her tits were hot and heavy between them. He worked one hand over one of the flesh hills, grabbing at the turgid nipple and rolling it between his fingers. It grew harder at his touch.
She was panting now, preening her flesh on him, demanding without words. Her green eyes were coals of fire now, and he knew she was plenty hot.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me."
"You're gonna get fucked baby, you're going to get fucked ten ways to hell arid back."
She nodded, breathless and eager. "Yes-I want to feel you all over me, in me."
"On the bed." He stroked her ass and moved her backwards until her legs touched the bed. Then they fell together, still flesh against flesh, and rolled in tight embrace. His head moved to her breasts, and he was sucking one of-the marvelous boobs. He could taste her perfume now, and he was getting drunker on it than he had on booze.
"Mmm, I like that," she whispered. "Harder."
He tongued the turgid peak, licking and rolling the tip on his tongue, pulling at it to savor its sweetness and heat. She was moaning softly now, humping at his dick and still holding it between her legs. He could feel her crotch hair scrape on his swollen, wet, erotic flesh.
"Ohhh, God, Jeff-"
Her hips beat a faster tempo at him. His cock was hard against her clitoris, exciting her, making tingles dance along her spine and filling her cunt with hot juices of love. His prick scraped past the swollen and tender labia on each thrust and strained hard to enter her. The pressure on her clitoris was driving her crazy, and she flung back her body, pulling her tit from his lips with a loud smacking sound. "She grabbed his body and pulled him atop her, spreading her legs and welcoming his dick into her cunt. He heaved at her, sinking his heavy flesh deep into her twat, feeling his balls slap her soft, erotic flesh, watching her face contort with pleasure and need. Then he was balling her, driving his cock in and out with measured strokes that delighted both of them.
Dawn felt the hot poker enter her, and her entire body tingled with hot joy and anticipation. She was already on the brink of orgasm, and it was only seconds before she catapulted into it. Her fingers clawed at his naked flesh, demanding the release of her come. Her bare heels drummed on his ass, her thighs clamped tight to his hips as she rose and rode him to her climax.
"No, oh God, now-"
Her head bobbed in furious need. Suddenly her body arched, and her eyes glazed, half rolling back under heavy lids.
"Now, God, NOW!!!" Then she was coming, the hot heavy waves of delight filling her entire body, boiling like oil in a cauldron in her belly, sending aftershocks down her legs and across her pelvic region. He grinned, watching her. She was making it as he had done a while ago when she sucked him off, wildly and completely. His balls strained and a new load of come was already pressing hard to explode. Seeing her this way made him really hot, and he was ready to come again.
Her orgasm lulled, letting her slide back into the warm security of fucking. She liked the hard, hot feel of a cock in her after her orgasm. It was comforting, and exciting at the same time. If he kept this up, she'd be ready to come again in no time. She smiled at him, wondering what he was thinking. God, she didn't even know the guy and she was already hoping he'd ask her to spend the night. Or maybe he just expected it without asking, A hell of a lot of guys did just because she was a nude dancer in a sleazy strip club.
"You like it, baby?"
"I like it ... mmm, very good." Her passion was beginning to build again. She could feel her muscles becoming taut, feeling the tingling delight of his body pressure on her-clitoris. He was good. She wondered again why he had to go out looking for it. Some guys were like that, though. Maybe he liked a lot of variety in women. She wondered if he was just going to take her straight in the missionary position. The way the night had begun, she rather expected he'd turn on to a lot of different ways, but he seemed to be content just humping at her. Maybe he was still a little uptight and relieving his own hang-ups.
No matter. It was good, and she was ready to again.
"Yeah, honey, ooohhh, I'm all hot and juicy for you again."
"You sure are, Dawn. Christ, you've got a nice tight twat. It's good fucking."
"You fill me."
He nodded, the sudden surge of heat filling him. She was staring at him, her eyes wide and eager, begging for more of what he was giving away.
"Mmm, fuck me hard. I like the way you do that." Her face showed her tension, the building excitement that preceded another orgasm. He recognized the symptoms and he knew they meant she was close. He was too. His cock felt like it was ready to burst. He could feel every inch of the wet, thick lining of her cunt, feel the tightening of her muscles around his tool. She was as wet as though he'd already come in her, and her pussy made slurping noises that triggered his passion even more.
"I'm ready to come, baby-"
She nodded furiously. "Me too, oh God, yes, me too!"
They came together, riding the crest of the huge wave of passion and staying on top for what. seemed like a very long time. Jeff felt his ejaculation spurt into her hot hugging tunnel, felt his own hot slime mix with hers, boil to a new heat. Her cunt hugged him and gulped at him. It was like sinking in hot quicksand, drowning and suffocating in her hot love juice. She writhed under him, thrashing her head on the bedspread so her hair flopped from side to side like thousands of silken whips. Her body fused its heat with his, totally and wonderfully. Her coming was even better than the first one. She licked her lips and recaptured the taste of his come as well as the feel of the new one in her cunt.
Jeff slammed hard into her, letting the fury of his drive carry with it all the frustrations he'd felt these past months. This was the first time he'd felt totally relieved, spent.
"Jeeeeezzz!!! Take it all, baby, take it ALL!!!" He lashed his cock into her, spilling his come and filling her with it. His body filmed with .sweat and he gasped for air.
For several moments, the room was filled with moans, the sighs of relief as each found complete satisfaction. After a very long while, Jeff slowed his fucking motions and lay atop her. Dawn twisted her arm so she could stroke his heated naked flesh, easing and washing away any fragmented tension that remained.
He sighed and rolled off her, flopping back to the bed and covering his eyes with his arm. He'd never even turned off the light. He heard the girl get up and go into the bathroom. He was too tired to follow her, tempting as the idea was of standing under the shower with her and having her again.
The long drive down from Frisco had tired him more than he'd thought. Now, totally relaxed, he wanted nothing but sleep. If the girl stayed, there'd be more sex. Funny, but he didn't want her to stay. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he wanted to sack out alone. He didn't want a stranger hi bed with him when he woke up in the morning, not that she hadn't been damned good.
He sighed and sat up, reaching for a cigarette and finding none on the nightstand. He got up and picked up his clothes where he'd dropped them and found a pack in his pocket, and lit one.
By the time she came out of the bathroom, he was dressed and waiting for her. He smiled. She was still naked, holding a towel in front of her that only partially covered her huge tits and thatched cunt. She looked surprised as hell when she saw him dressed.
"I'll drive you home," he said.
"I thought-" Dawn gaped at him.: Just like that, he was finished with her. No explanation, no consultation. Fury filled her. The bastard! Without a word, she pulled on her clothes while he smoked his cigarette. She didn't trust herself to talk, even to ask him a question. She was ready to strike out at him, slap him, try to hurt him back, but she knew she was no match for him. She opened her purse and found a comb and lipstick and repaired her face quickly. Then she whirled to face him. He was sitting with his eyes half-closed, relaxed and self-satisfied. The dirty fucking bastard.
"Never mind the ride," she said angrily. "I'll take a cab." With that she turned and pulled the door open and went out, closing it firmly behind her. She heard his quick rush of motion toward it, and she darted down the hall, sliding into the stairway instead of waiting for the elevator. She thought she heard him call her, but she was too mad to stop-or to see him again.
Rotten bastard. He was like all the rest.
CHAPTER TWO
In spite of feeling lousy about the girl, Jeff slept well. The sun was already chipping away at the smog when he woke in the morning and rolled out of bed. He showered and shaved, then dressed and threw his clothes into the suitcase, snapping it shut and carrying it with him when her went down to breakfast.
What the hell had the girl figured? What had made her so mad? Women....
He ate in the hotel coffee shop, then tossed his bag into the back of the Chevy the garage attendant brought around. It would take him half an hour to drive to his sister's house. He should have called her last night, except he knew she'd insist he come right out; and he hadn't felt up to the questions and answers that would entail. Edythe was a good kid, but she could never forget that she was "big sister," a role that she'd been playing since they were kids. She was forty-eight now to his forty-five, and even though he hadn't seen her for seven years, he knew she'd still have all kinds of remedies for whatever ailed him. She'd want to throw him into an active social life, fill his hours to take his mind off his troubles.
Maybe that wasn't so bad. Maybe it was even the reason, or part of it, that he'd called her and told her he wanted to come down for a few weeks. He needed a change of pace, he needed to get his mind off his troubles and get back in the swing of things. Like he'd needed that girl last night.
Edythe had married a man almost twenty years older than herself. Larry Sommerfield was a broker, and he was rich. Plenty of bucks, enough for a big house in the hills above the city, one of those canyon places with plenty of privacy and room for a tennis court and pool. Edythe and Larry had three kids, all girls. The twins were fifteen and the younger girl twelve. They'd been-babies the last time he'd seen them. All cute kids, but kids nevertheless. He hoped Edythe had gotten around to the motherly task of teaching-them how to behave. On Jeff's last visit, all three of them had been brats he could have cheerfully dropped into the pool.
The street hadn't changed at all except that the trees were bigger, the hedges thicker. All the houses were set far back from the road that wound and curved under an arch of greenery. Many of them were bordered by fences or high brick walls under lush ivy covers. It was a quiet residential street that smelled like money.
He turned his Chevy into the long, sloping drive that led to Edythe's house. The house was set on a knoll overlooking the street and valley below, unseen from any angle. It was a prime piece of property that Larry Sommerfield had bought during the Depression when he was first starting out in business. He'd held onto it and watched it double its worth a hundred times over, and when he'd married Edythe, they'd built a French chateau type house on it in which to raise their family.
Jeff always felt as if he was visiting royalty when he arrived at the front door. He parked the car under the huge carport and climbed out, leaving the suitcase until later. It made him feel like a peddler to arrive with it in hand. Edythe always chided him that he should leave such things to her servants.
He rang the doorbell, and was surprised at the lengthy wait before the door opened. Then it was not the solemn-faced maid he expected but an incredibly lovely girl with rich blonde hair and startling blue eyes. She stared at him frankly, her red lips slightly parted .and moist. She was wearing a very brief halter and skintight shorts. Her bare shoulders and arms seemed to emphasize the hard swell of her young breasts against the thin cloth, and he could see the tips of her nipples out-lined at the peaks.
His gut churned with sudden heat. Christ, she was gorgeous, and he'd be horny in a goddam hurry if she kept looking at him that way.
"Hi," he said. It was hard to get the word out past his dry tongue.
"Hi." She ran a pink tongue over her lips and waited for him to speak again.
"I-I'm Jeff Clausen, Edythe Sommerfield's brother." Was this a servant taking advantage of Edythe's absence to dress so casually, or maybe even to entertain a friend inside?
For a long moment the girl stared at him, then she smiled. Her teeth were perfect and white, the smile downright inviting. "Uncle Jeff," she said.
That stunned him. "You're-"
She giggled, and suddenly seemed much younger than he'd thought her at first. "I'm Sally."
"Sally!" One of the twins? But they were kids. He shook his head. "I don't believe it."
"Well, I am." She pulled the door open and stepped back, half leaning on it and thrusting the ripe young tits out hard. "It's been a long tune since you've seen me. I guess I've grown up some."
He stepped inside. The house was cool and the hall dim. He was glad that the filtered light hid the flush of his cheeks. "I'll say you did. My God! How old are you now?" Maybe he was wrong about the ages. Time went fast.
She shrugged slightly and the young breasts jiggled under the halter. He forced his eyes away and back to her face, but she had noticed his quick glance. The smile on her lips curved sensuously.
"Fifteen. Most people think I'm older."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
That made her laugh again, and she grabbed his hand. "You're going to stay awhile, aren't you?"
"If your mother will let me."
She snorted. "Mom doesn't care. What the hell, she's hardly ever around. I think she's screwing some guy and it keeps her plenty busy."
It shocked Jeff to hear this child talk that way about her mother, his sister. Edythe had always been so straight-laced. Maybe the kid was putting him on. He glanced at her sidelong but her face was serious. She was pulling him through the house.
"Come on, let's go out back by the pool. I was just having a Coke. You want one?"
"No, no thanks." He let her pull him along, and" he watched her tight jiggling ass under the shorts. If the pants were any shorter, her whole crotch would be exposed, and if they were any tighter, she wouldn't be able to move. As it was, they looked like they'd been poured on. He found his mouth had gone dry and it was hard to swallow.
The bright glare of the sun against a wall of windows hit him. They'd gone through the hall, past a huge living room and on the other side a dining room with a table big enough for a banquet and a crystal chandelier that probably would cost him a year's salary. He'd seen it all before, but it still impressed him.
They were in a rumpus room then, and beyond the glass the blue pool glittered in the sun, There was an open Coke bottle and a bag of chips on a small table and a large beach towel was folded at the foot of a chaise lounge. Sally had obviously been sunning.
She let go of his hand when they got outside and flopped onto the chaise. She grabbed the Coke and swigged some of it down, then munched on a chip as she adjusted the back of the chair so she could lie flat. Grinning at him, she lay back, the firm girl-woman tits poking upward like twin peaks of a mountain. The shorts rode up between her legs and Jeff stared at the dark smudge of hair he thought he saw there.
Sally flipped her long brown hair so it sprayed out behind her head and closed her eyes. "Mmm, I love the sun," she murmured. "Now, tell me about yourself, Uncle Jeff. Mom says you got a divorce. What happened?"
He didn't quite know what to say. A kid questioning him about his recent marriage breakup seemed awkward, but he couldn't quite put himself in the role of stern uncle and reprimand her. Not with the things he was thinking right this instant. He was thinking very un-avuncular ideas, to say the least. She raised one knee, and he was sure he was seeing a "bit of pubic hair. He felt a twinge in his private parts and tried to force his mind to less dangerous channels.
"Just one of those things," he said. "It happens."
The girl squinted at him. "Was she good in bed?"
"I don't think that's any of your business," he said, trying to sound angry but not succeeding.
She shrugged and reached behind her neck to untie the halter strap. She lay back again and tucked the string under the cloth, leaving her neckline bare so she wouldn't have sun streaks.
"I read that sex is the cause of most divorces. I was just wondering."
"Where is your mother?" It was safer to talk about other topics.
"Out." She laughed softly. "She won't be back for a long time, after supper I expect."
"Oh." The news stirred him and he was pleased.
She squinted at him again, her face solemn. "Do you swim?"
"Sure."
"Wanna go In?"
"My suit's in the car."
She was sitting up, undoing the back of the halter and letting the bra-top fall free of her breasts. Her young tits came into view, ripe and lush with the fullness of youth and health. She was big for a kid of fifteen. The tits stood straight out, with no sag at all. Rounded, smooth and surprisingly tanned. She'd obviously sunned nude many times. The dark patches around the nipples we're a burnished rose that ended in pink tips. Her tiny nipples looked soft and delectable, almost submerged in the roseate flesh.
"You don't need one." She stood up and began pulling the zipper of the shorts down. Moments later she stepped out of the scrap of cloth and stood before him naked. He was too dumbfounded to speak.
She was a vision of loveliness, a creature from a dream. Her golden body was slim and firm and supple. She moved with the grace of an animal and with the same lack of self-consciousness about her body. Her thatch of pubic hair was almost golden in the sunlight, a triangle of sparse shade over her young mound of glory.
Jeff gulped and couldn't look away.
Sally giggled. "You're not a prude, are you Uncle Jeff?" She posed before him, thrusting her breasts out defiantly. "Take your clothes off and come for a swim."
He glanced toward the house.
"There's no one home. We'll be alone for hours."
"You sure?" His voice was barely a croak.
She nodded. "Positive. Come on."
She ran to the edge of the pool, poised a moment, arms over her head, her young body taut and tempting, then dove into the water. He stood watching the pale blur move under the water until she splashed up, slapping wet hair out of her eyes.
"Come on, it's great."
He was shaking, but managed to get his clothes off, except for his shorts. His hands fumbled and his mind blanked. What the hell was he thinking of? His sister's kid!! He started to dress again.
"Hey! Don't!" She was at the close edge of the pool, her face glittering with drops of water, her hair slicked back. "I don't look. Come on, live a little!" She swam out three strokes, then did a surface dive, her ass flashing in the sun for a moment before she was gone under the water again.
Jeff gulped and felt his cock jerk. Shit. He pulled off the shorts and raced to the edge of the pool, half falling in in his eagerness to hide under the cool water before the child came up and saw him. Then he was swimming with hard strokes, racing back and forth in the pool, touching and turning before he had a chance to locate the girl. After a long time, he was exhausted and stopped to gulp air.
"Mmm, you're quite a swimmer."
He turned. She was right behind him, smiling and hanging onto the edge.
"Feel better?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it's nice."
"Haven't you ever swum bare-assed before?" she asked.
"Not with a kid like you."
"I'm not a kid!"
"Damn, don't I know that. Don't you know that it's dangerous for you to flaunt your body like that in front of men? Christ!"
"Oh?" Her tone was suddenly kittenish, all woman and grown up. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Of course, but you're a kid, even though you've got the body of-" He broke off in confusion, his face reddening. He looked away.
When he turned back, she was only inches from him, her hand on his arm under the surface of the water. "Uncle Jeff, I'm not a virgin."
He gaped. "For Crissake, what's that got to do with anything!?"
She was pressing against him then, her body warm on his despite the water that covered both of them. She-was rubbing on him, pressing her titties to his chest and trying to force her crotch against his. Jeff was in agony, his cock getting hard in spite of his attempts to keep it down. Jeez, didn't she know a kid could make a guy horny?
Yes, she knew, and that's exactly why she was doing this. She pressed to him, trapping him with her hand at either side of his head and pulling herself close by hanging onto the wall. He felt the hard nipples surge to his chest, felt the rougher texture of her pubic hair rub across his belly.
"For Christ sake!"
She was humping at him in mock copulation, and he was going out of his mind. Then her hand speared down suddenly, grabbing his dick and pumping at it. The state of semi-rigidity gave way to a full erection. He came alive like a shot, his prick swelling and pressing into her tight fist. The water felt like warm oil now as she worked at his tool. He felt the head bulge from the layers of foreskin, and pop out hi demand. He felt his balls fill and harden, and begin to ache with lust. His mind whirled. His niece. He had to stop before it was too late.
It was already too late. She leaned close, her pink lips parted, her tongue darting behind the perfect white teeth. Her tits seemed to float on the surface of the water, two golden globes of promise. She arched her body to him, spreading her legs and thrusting his cock upward between them. He was paralyzed with lust and shock. He felt the first touch of his cockhead against her labia, and then it was too late for anything. He slid his arms around her, helped her by pushing upward. His cock slipped inside her cunt and was bathed in the warmth it found. Then he was fucking her, grabbing her hips and bouncing her body on his as she held onto the wall and kept them from drowning. Her eyes were glazed with woman's pleasure, and she was panting through her mouth. Jeff's prick was a swollen, throbbing, live tool that he could no longer control.
Sally grinned at her uncle's remark. Of course she was a kid, and she knew damned well she was making him horny. He couldn't pretend he didn't like it. All men did. He was flattered all to hell to think he was attractive to a young girl, and she knew damned well he wanted to fuck her. She'd known it from the moment she opened the door and he'd taken a long hard look at her budding figure. What a stroke of luck her being home alone when he arrived. Mom had been very vague about his time of arrival, and had been unwilling to cancel any of her own plans for the day to wait for him. Sally hadn't been doing anything, so she'd volunteered for the task.
This was better than she'd dared hope for. He was hot and hard, she had his dick in her hand now, stroking and coaxing it to readiness. He wasn't going to stop her, that was certain. She moved quickly, straddling him and thrusting his pecker into her pussy. There-it was in, hot and heavy and big! God, he was big! She liked the way it felt to have him stretch her open like that, to fill her and heat her cunt. She gripped the pool edge and began to move on him. In a matter of seconds he was helping her. Then they were really doing it. God, it felt good!
The cool water of the pool quickly heated to boiling hi the hot tunnel that was so full of him. She couldn't tell how much of the hot wetness was her own and how much was wafer that seeped in as they thrashed together. She could feel his cock along every inch of her hot young snatch, and she wiggled and pressed harder to him. He was holding her now, her hips first, then sliding his hands around to-her ass and cupping her buttocks and using them to hammer her on his. tool. He'd brought his legs up so she was sitting in his lap, and from the firmness of it, she knew he had his feet braced against the tiled wall of the pool.
She also knew she was going to come.
Jeff arched and held her close. God, he was in so deep it felt like she was biting him off. His balls floated and slapped under her, buoyed by the weight of the water so that they pressed to her ass each time he fucked into her. His cock was a throbbing hot poker, searing her woman flesh and taking new heat from her. He could feel the swollen, overheated head strain against the deep, recessed wall of her cunt. He was all the way in, taking up every inch of her space. It was a perfect fit, with the head flattened against the wall and the thick muscles of her cunt loving the entire length of him. Her tits bobbed and pressed to his chest. She was dazed and ready to come. So was he.
She bent her head forward and covered his mouth with hers, her tongue darting and probing for his, finding it and sending urgent messages of fire through him. Lights blinded him, his head whirled in a dizzy spin. He was coming. She almost bit his tongue, then let go, pressing against his mouth and screaming her passion into it.
"Christ!" His ejaculation exploded inside her, bubbling and bathing them both with hot, fucking fury. He slammed her on his prick, grimacing and twisting his body to drive as deeply as possible into her. His orgasm was like nothing he'd ever known before, wilder and fuller than anything in his experience. It was flooding from him, fining her, lathering his cock and draining him completely. Still he fucked her. Finally, long afterwards, they came to a stop, his dick still hi her but satisfied at last.
If she hadn't been holding him to the side of the pool, he would have gone down for the count. He was weak and shaking with the pleasure he'd found in her. His mind was fogged and his body drained. She was clinging tightly to him, and he had no desire to push her away. Her face was buried in his wet, naked shoulder; he could feel her hot breath still panting on his wet skin. Jeff put his arms around her, rubbing her ass and feeling between her legs. She was still attached to his prick like a sitter on a flagpole.
She sighed heavily.
"You okay?" he asked finally.
"Mmm, God yes." She looked up and smiled at Mm. Her eyes mirrored the complete pleasure she'd experienced, and she licked her lips with a pink tongue. "God, that was good!"
"Christ!"
She giggled and bobbed her head. "It was super, Uncle Jeff, really super fucking! I dig doing it in the pool!"
He came to his senses with a shock, trying to extricate his cock from her cunt and move clear of her sexy, hot little body. Uncle Jeff. He was her uncle! A blood relative, Christ! Worse, she was only fifteen. If anyone "What's the matter?" She looked surprised and hurt when he pushed free of her and swam out into the deep water.
"It was a crazy thing to do," he said, swimming away with his face in the water so he wouldn't have to look at her. Maybe he couldn't undo what had already happened, but he could make sure, damned sure, it didn't happen again. Suppose Edythe or Larry had come home....
He climbed out of the pool and strode to the lounge chair where he'd left his clothes. He used her beach towel to dry himself quickly, and then began to dress.
Sally climbed out of the pool and stood close to him, watching him curiously but saying nothing. When he dropped the towel on the chaise, she lifted it and spread it over the chair, then laid on it, stretching so her firm young tits strained upward. She held one hand up to shade her eyes and watch him finish dressing.
He tried to look away and couldn't. The kid was so damned brazen; she was actually flaunting herself for him, and she was enjoying it. She'd said she wasn't a virgin. She'd been damned skilled at fucking him in the pool, then bragged that she liked it that way. How many guys had she had? He wondered, then asked.
"You got a boyfriend?"
She shrugged, peeking at him from under her hand. "I date a couple of guys. I'm not serious about them, if that's what you mean."
He laughed, wondering what her definition of serious was. "You fuck them?"
"Sure, why not. Boys like me and I like fucking."
Jeff cleared his throat. "Uh, how many times...." He felt like a dumb kid asking all the questions, but he found he wanted to know. He couldn't just walk out like nothing had happened, and he couldn't just stand here and stare at her lovely naked body, at least not without thinking the kind of thoughts he was trying to keep out of his brain.
She shrugged again, half rolling to her side so the tits swayed gently and showed their full ripeness. The bas relief of the mound and coral tip against the white towel was startling.
"Mmm, I dunno. Does it make any difference?"
"No, I guess not."
"Why'd you ask?"
He felt his face warm. "You're so young-"
She giggled. "I got fucked the first time when I was eleven, and I liked it even then."
"Eleven!" Holy shit!
She bobbed her head and leaned on her hand. "Sure. What's the matter, does that shock you?"
"Yeah, I guess It does. I never thought-I mean-" He didn't know what the hell he meant.
"How old are you, Uncle Jeff?"
"Forty-five."
"Mmm, that's nice. I like older men. They're so much more experienced, you know,"
"You mean at fucking?"
"Sure, what else?"
He couldn't believe the conversation, and he couldn't believe her. A fifteen-year-old kid talking like fucking was her favorite pastime. He picked up his shirt and slipped it on, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He shoved his feet into his shoes and turned away.
"Where are you going?" she asked, sitting up suddenly.
He saw her reflection in the glass door but didn't turn. "I'll come back later, when your mother's home."
She ran after him. "Hey, don't go."
"I can't stay." Jeez, if he didn't get out of here she was going to have him convinced everything was just great.
She darted in front of him. "Why not? Look, stay. Mom will have a fit if she finds out I scared you off. She's got your room ready and everything."
"She's going to have more than a fit if she finds out what happened in that pool a little while ago."
Sally started to giggle, then smothered it abruptly. "So we won't tell her, okay?"
"I should hope so!"
"Deal?" Sally shoved a hand toward him to shake on it. Her face was solemn.
Jeff hesitated. He was playing with fire, he knew that. Logic told him to beat it, get out fast and put plenty of miles between himself and this cute little kid who'd managed to trap him in a dangerous situation. Trap? No, maybe lure, but he'd jumped into that pool knowing damned well he had no business even sticking around when she'd stripped off her clothes. Logic was one thing, but instinct and lust were another. Both were directed at her. He wanted to be close to her. He refused to let his mind play with the idea that he wanted her again. He was in control now.
"Okay," he said, taking her hand and shaking it to seal the bargain. "It's a deal."
He'd stay, but he'd stay away from her too. No more, he told himself, no more.
CHAPTER THREE
She wrapped the towel around her nudity and walked through the house with him, then stood at the door while he went to the car and got his suitcase. Then she showed him to his room. It was the same one he'd used the last time he visited, a big corner room that overlooked the back yard with the pool and tennis court. It was decorated in cool blues, with a few accents of orange and deep purple. It was a room that managed to look masculine without being austere.
Sally leaned against the door and watched him unpack the few things he'd brought. She asked him about San Francisco, his job, if he was going back. He answered vaguely because he wasn't sure yet what he was going to do. The job he'd walked out on hadn't been much, He could find another like it without trouble, or maybe he could find a better one here. If he decided to stay.
He'd almost forgotten the strain of the past three months, his agonizing lack of sexual ability. Since arriving in L.A. that problem seemed to be over. First Dawn last night, today Sally. He glanced at her, saw that she was still at the door and clad only In the towel. She smiled, and he looked away, blocking his" mind from the thoughts that wanted to surge in it.
He lifted out the small case of toilet articles and carried them to the bathroom. Every bedroom hi the house had a private bath, and this one was done in blue and purple to match the decor of the room. He put the case on the shelf and turned back into the bedroom.
She had moved to the bed, the towel tossed to the floor. She was lying "n the smooth sheets, having pulled back the bedspread and the blanket. She was smiling at him; and she had her knees raised and parted so he couldn't avoid seeing the tempting offering of her pussy.
"Jeez."
"Don't be mad," she said in almost a whisper, holding out her arms to him.
He shook his head and glanced at the door. She'd closed it, and the lock was turned. He felt the heaviness in his balls and the familiar ache began. Christ, he wanted her again, he couldn't deny it.
"Come here," she whispered.
He moved toward her in a daze, unable to stay away despite the fear and his own resolve. He sat on the edge of the bed. "This is crazy," he said. He barely recognized his own voice.
"Why?" She was running her fingertips along his arm, over his neck. He had goose bumps all over.
"You know it is, and you know why," he said.
"Tell me you don't want to fuck me again."
"Jeez!"
"Touch me, please." She lifted his hand and laid it on her young hard breast, closing her own hand over it to force him to cup the mound. It was warm and very smooth. Jeff began to massage it gently, watching the tiny tip of her nipple grow turgid and spring forth. He could see every tiny crevice in the corrugated skin.
"Suck it," she whispered, still smiling, drawing his head down to her breast.
His mouth opened, and his tongue tasted the clean, fresh nipple, and he was lost. It was impossible to hold back the tide of pleasure that filled him. Then he was sucking her tit, massaging the other one frantically and letting his other hand roam along the prairie of her beautiful flesh ... Then his fingers brushed her pubic hair and she moaned softly.
"Yes, please, do it-"
His fingers curled into her triangle, seeking the heat of her snatch, finding it and delving into it.
"Mmm, yesss, play with me."
Jeff raised his head and looked at her. Sally's eyes were half closed, dreamy under heavy lids. Her hips were incredibly pink and inviting. He put his mouth to them, kissing her, softly at first, then with passion as she responded and her tongue nicked past his teeth and searched for his. She wrapped her arms around him, forcing her flesh: against the shirt that covered his flesh, burning him and fanning his flames.
He stabbed his tongue deep into her mouth, rolling it over hers .and poking at her cheeks and teeth, drinking her Saliva with his own. His hand was in her cunt now, probing in the hot, lush flesh, wetting itself with her cunt juice. Her ass was wiggling and bouncing on the bed. He searched for her clitoris with his thumb and when he found it, began to manipulate it without letting his fingers slip out of her vagina, finger fucking her all the while.
She twisted and pushed against his probing hand, and she whimpered and moaned with delight, her cries smothered by his tongue in her mouth. The motions of her body told him she was nearing a climax. It hadn't taken her long to come back, and she was ready and eager to come. Her hips jumped on the bed, squirming and twisting as the orgasm erupted. She felt the hot flash of fire, the tingling wildness as he played with her passion trigger. She was going crazy, and she was going to come. He was setting her on fire, like he'd done in the pool. Lord, how she loved fucking, being fucked. He was good, very good. She was glad he was here for a visit. Then her mind blanked to everything but the spasm of pagan joy that burst in her belly. Her whole body tightened as the orgasm became imminent. She felt the nipples of her boobs dig hard at his chest, trying to force through the cloth that shielded it. It was agony and delight....
She was coming. Hard, hot, long. Her whole body gave itself to the shattering orgasm until she was limp.
Jeff had to let go of her mouth. She was threshing like a wildcat, and he wanted to see her tits and cunt, wanted to watch her face as she blew her mind. Her eyes rolled back and she was out of touch with reality, riding the crest of her heat wave, abandoning everything but the shock of pleasure she was enjoying.
Her cunt was dripping now, his fingers slippery with her love juice and slime. He slammed his hand into the vaginal tunnel, spreading it, forcing his fingers deep inside her where his prick had been earlier. She was hot and wet and tight. She had the goddamnedest hot little twat he'd ever seen.
It was a long time before she slowed down and lay still. He played with her cunt gently, still enjoying the hot feel of her stuff, and now taking the time to look more closely at her young genitals. Her pubic mound was soft and thick, .covered with softly curled brown hair that barely screened it. He spread the thick lips, touched her labia gently with his fingertips. She sighed and let her legs flop apart. She opened her cunt wide, and he could see the smaller folds of flesh hidden inside. He licked his lips and bent to them, flicking at-them with his tongue, then nuzzling his face into the wetness and sucking at her. Her juice was sweet-and made his mouth water for more. She whimpered with delight.
"Ooo, yes, I like that."
His tongue forged between the folds, into her cunt, licking up all the nectar she'd poured out during her orgasm. He slurped it up greedily, lapping and loving her. Then he found her clitoris with his tongue and began to bring her to white heat again. She turned on fast, and that excited him. He'd never sucked such a beautiful young cunt before, and she was driving him crazy. His cock was a hard stabbing javelin against his slacks, trying to escape and feel her hot flesh. He should have stripped, but he couldn't stop now.
She was on fire, humping and bouncing her pretty little ass up and down so he had a hell of a tune hanging onto her. She was moaning and groaning, telling him she was ready to come again. Then she was coming, pouring out more hot cunt stuff and making him gulp damned fast to keep up with it. He was snorting and snuffling at her pussy as he lapped it up, spearing her with his tongue to bring her to the peak of her passion. Then she was crying, beating the bed with her clenched fists. He let her have all she wanted, and when she was finally through thrashing and twisting, he sucked up the last drops, then licked her labia clean, and licked over the hairy mound, tasting her sweat. He looked at her.
She lay silent for a couple of minutes, pulling herself together after the wild ride to heaven he'd given her. Lord, he was good! Her whole body tingled and she felt like she was shivering inside. Her legs were numb.
He stood up and pulled off his shirt and slacks, then kicked off his shoes and faced her as he yanked down his jockey shorts. His cock was a ramrod trapped under the cloth, and her eyes went wide as he freed it, shoving the shorts over his hips and bending to pull them off. When he bent over, she had her first good look at his balls. Big, and heavy, like two loaded sacks dangling behind his big cock. The cock was jutting out straight from his crotch, stiff and throbbing. He came close to the bed, looking down at her and running his tongue over his lips. He climbed onto the bed, sitting close to her and watching her. She knew what he wanted.
"Go ahead, suck it," he told her.
She raised herself so she could get at him, draping herself over his legs and nestling her face to the curve of his body. She touched the cock gently, running a finger around the ridge of swollen head, touching the thread of flesh that pulled the dome toward the base.
Jeff shivered and tremors raced through his body. He watched her lips form an O as she came down on him, taking the cock head into her mouth and licking at it with her wet, hot tongue. Her hand closed around the shaft of the dick, pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go, straining his organ to its fullest limits and then letting her face press down so he was sucking the whole thing. She seemed to like it. Her tongue was all over him, licking and touching erotic nerve endings, teasing and tasting the pre-seminal fluid that began to seep from his loaded tool.
"Mmm," she murmured and jammed her tongue into the tiny crevice at the peak of the head, darting all over the soft, silky skin in hot pursuit of his fluid. Jeff's balls ached as they filled and readied a new load of come for her. He liked the way it felt having her suck him, and he liked watching her do it. He couldn't forget the danger of the situation, and it seemed to add-to his excitement. He knew he wanted to fuck her when she got him all hot and out of his skull with need. He felt like his cock was gonna explode!
Sally felt the first brush of his prick at her lips and moaned softly, sinking down to let the lovely satin head push between her lips. Cockheads were the silkiest, loveliest morsels her mouth could want. She tasted his tiny drop of stuff and eagerly searched for more, jamming her tongue right into his little hole and trying to force more of the sweet stuff out. She wondered if he'd let her suck him off, if he'd come and let her swallow it all, or would lie want to roll her over and shove his dick up her cunt and fuck her again? Either way, it would be good. God she hoped he was going to stay a long time. There were lots of things they could do together.
She came down hard on him, taking his entire ramrod tool in her mouth, tightening her lips around it and sucking hard as she pulled up. She could hear his labored breathing now, and she knew he was going crazy. Maybe he'd let her suck him off She reached between his legs and found his balls and began to knead them softly, gently, urging his come. He sucked air into his lungs loudly, like he was struggling hard. She would have smiled if her mouth wasn't so full of him. He'd grabbed one of her tits now and was mashing at it furiously, kneading the tender flesh as though he'd gone crazy with Ms need for her.
He moved so suddenly she couldn't stop him, He flung himself back, pulling her head up and forcing her to let go of his cock. Then he shoved her, rolling her sideways and climbing over her and coming between her outspread legs. He was panting and heaving for breath, his lips pulled back in a grimace, baring his teeth.
"Open it."
She watched him, her legs spread, as he aimed his hard penis to its target. His flesh was hot, burning hers, shoving roughly past her cunt hair and dragging some of it along in the path of the driving tool. He had his hands on her, spreading her labia and fingering her clitoris as he slammed his prick into her cunt. Her heat was building to match his, and he was eager in her, humping hard. He leaned forward, holding his weight with his hands near his shoulders, his face over hers, his eyes glazed with lust.
He felt the hot tunnel close around him. There was no cool water to dilute his flaming desire this time. Her cunt was slippery and hot, slick with the excitement he'd helped her gain with his foreplay. Her pussy wrapped around him, loving him and eating him up. He was all the way in, .jamming his length into the depths of her cunt, feeling the thick walls of muscle hug him and bathe him in hot joy juice. His cock head stabbed repeatedly into the hot pulpy wall of the little hole, the kid cunt that he'd discovered was so damned fucking exciting.
"Uuummm, yeah, oh God, yeah...." Her eyes were bright and she was. moving with him now, riding his beat and matching his tempo. Her knees were tight at his hips, hoping her to him and keeping them hard together.
"Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her fingers clawed at his flesh but he didn't feel them. He was too far gone. His whole being was straining with the orgasm that pounded for release.
"Here it comes, kid, here it comes!" His hot sperm spurted, pouring into the hugging hole and burning his flesh as it smeared all over his cock. He drove into her like a madman, spilling his come and feeling it ooze out and dribble between her legs and mat his pubic hair and hers. He couldn't stop. It was too good, too complete. His breath was a hot stabbing pain in his chest, his vision was blurred. He no longer saw her features, only the pale golden blur of her face and the bouncing tits beneath him.
When he finally slowed, totally drained, he fell atop her and panted for breath. She clamped her legs and arms around him and held him tight.
He struggled back to consciousness, wondering how long he had been lying with her like this. She was still hot against his skin, and her pussy was soaked and dribbling but she didn't gush him away. With great effort, he finally moved and let his cock slip out of her. It slapped limply against his balls, one tired organ. He fell back on the bed and sighed.
She cuddled into his arm, putting her lips to his cheek and kissing him lightly. He turned to look at her.
She smiled. "Was it good?"
"You crazy? You know it was!"
She wrinkled her face in grimace. "Me too. God, I came like crazy, right down to my toes."
"You're a wild little number."
She laughed. "You didn't mind a couple of minutes ago."
"This is absolutely crazy, you know that, don't you?" Some of his reason was returning.
She made another face. "Why? You said you liked it. So why is it crazy?" She threw one leg over his body, letting her warm thigh caress his crotch and rub in the sticky hair.
"Come on now, you know what I'm talking about. You're smart enough to understand."
She put a finger to his lips and shushed him, lifting her head and listening.
A sound? He sat up, panic filling him. It was a car door slamming.
"Holy Christ!"
She was already off the bed, running for the door and snatching up the beach towel she'd dropped. "Start the shower running," she told him. No one will wonder why you don't come out then!"
"What about you!?" He could seethe thick sludge of his come and her cunt juice running between her thighs. She dabbed at it with the towel.
"Don't worry, I'll be all right. I'll tell them you wanted to clean up after your trip."
She was gone then, pulling the door shut behind her and running swiftly down the hall toward her own room.
Jeff forced himself to move, running into the blue and purple bathroom and reaching to turn on the water taps in the tiled shower. He remembered the door, and he ran back to lock it. He listened for a second but there was no sound in the hall on the other side. Had she gotten to her room before whoever it was came in downstairs? Would anyone-be able to look up the stairs and .see her? He was sweating and he felt cold suddenly. Suppose someone had already entered the house and was on hand to see the naked, disheveled girl run from his bedroom? God!
Under the shower, he closed his eyes and stood for a long time letting the needle spray wash over him. He'd played a dangerous game, and it had to come to an abrupt halt. He was trapped now, if that was Edythe who'd just come home. There'd be no way of running out and he knew she wouldn't accept any hastily concocted story about his leaving so soon after he arrived. He'd have to stay, a couple of days at least; but one thing sure, he had to stay away from that crazy kid! He'd wind up with more problems than he could handle if he didn't.
He grabbed the soap and began to lather his body.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sally ducked into her bedroom and made straight for the bathroom. She had to get herself cleaned up before she saw anyone. Who the hell was back ,at this hour? Everyone had said they had plans for the entire day. Jeez, suppose it had been a few minutes sooner? They could have been caught right in the middle of humping! Of course, she'd locked the door so no one could have gotten in, but it would be enough to stand outside and listen to those sounds of joy. Sally knew she'd been making plenty of them!
She scrubbed at her vagina with a washcloth, not daring to take time to shower lest it raise some suspicion. She grabbed a swim suit from her dresser and pulled it on, then hurried downstairs.
Her mother was in the rumpus room, a tall cool drink in her hand. "Hi, darling, going swimming?"
"Yeah. How come you're home so early? I thought you were gone for the day?"
Edythe shrugged. "Change of plans."
She said it with a trace of annoyance, and Sally wondered if her boyfriend had stood her up. Sally was positive her mother was fooling around with some young guy. Not that it mattered. God knew daddy had been doing it for years; and Mr. and Mrs. Larry Sommerfield no longer slept in the same bedroom. They got together once in awhile for fun and games, but they seemed to enjoy extra bed activities more than each other. Sally knew that for a fact.
"Uncle Jeff arrived."
"Oh! So that's whose car it is. Where is he?"
"Upstairs. I heard the shower. Maybe he'll go swimming with me."
Edythe shrugged. "Run along darling."
Sally exited quickly, spotting her halter and shorts on the ground and quickly ducking them under the chair cushion. Had mom seen them? Probably not; she'd barely had time to fix herself that drink before .Sally got down. Even if she had noticed, she wouldn't have realized what the garments were or figured out why they might be there.
Sally dove into the pool and swam a couple of quick laps, then pulled herself up and lay hi the sun again. Her heart was pounding, and not from the exercise, at least not the exercise she'd just had hi the pool. She closed her eyes and stared at the red of her lids, thinking about him. Mmm, what a hunk of man! She had the feeling maybe they'd play lots of fun games together.
Thinking about the feel of that big prick in her gave her goose bumps. She did prefer older men, just like she'd told him. She liked nice big cocks in her cunt or mouth or hand. The boys from school were okay, but some of them fumbled around and didn't really know how to satisfy her. Most of them banged and came so fast she was just working up a head of steam.
Jeff had been the best ever, no kidding. She wondered if she should tell him that. Maybe some time.
Jeff dressed in clean slacks and a sport shirt when he came out of the shower and dried himself. He combed his graying hair in front of the dresser mirror, studying his face in the glass as though seeing it for the first time. He actually looked relaxed. There was no trace of guilt in his eyes or expression. Hell, he looked better than he had for a long time, since Rhoda had walked out. Sex, that was what did it. He'd finally found himself again and was enjoying sex.
Christ, the kid! No more of that stuff, no matter how good it was and how much he liked it.
He took time to straighten the bed and pull the spread over the sheets. Then he went downstairs. He found his sister in the rumpus room, drinking a Tom Coffins.
"Darling," she said, coming toward him and hugging him quickly. "Sorry I wasn't here when you came. You should have let me know what time you'd be in. Have you eaten? How have you been?" She rushed a barrage of questions, not waiting for any answers, not really expecting any.
She hadn't changed, and Jeff let her babble. Yet there was something different about her, he could see it in the way she looked distracted, almost bored, and maybe a little angry. What was it Sally had said? That Edythe was screwing some guy and it kept her busy. Just the smart remark of a kid, or was there truth to it somewhere?
He answered Edythe's questions when she prodded about the divorce, but even on that subject she seemed less inclined to dig deeply than he'd expected. She had changed. She told him to fix himself a drink and to make another for her. Behind the bar, he had a full view of the pool and the lounge chair on which Sally was sunning. She'd donned some skimpy suit-that barely contained her budding breasts and covered her triangle of pubic hair, and she looked like a bronzed sun goddess lying there. He had to force Himself to look away.
Edythe hadn't noticed. She'd had several drinks, he could tell. She had a slight glow on, and she was chattering a mile a minute. Something about the other children-he hadn't been listening carefully. No matter how hard he tried to avoid looking at the child beyond the window, he could not. He wasn't thinking of her as a child, though, but as a woman, a hot, loving, fucking woman.
Did Edythe know about her daughter's non-virgin status?
"If you'd given me more warning-"
"Sorry, Edie, what was that?"
She sighed. "I said I would have arranged for the maid to take her vacation some other time. Lord, I've tried to get someone else to come in for the week but it's impossible."
His thoughts caught up with her. Apparently her maid had the week off and Edythe was trying to" cope. He'd wondered where the servant was; it was comforting to know she wasn't around to snoop on household members' activities.
Beyond the window, Sally stretched and got to her feet in a smooth movement that reminded Jeff of a cat. She stretched again, showing off her taut young figure for his eyes. She didn't glance toward the house but he knew that she was very aware of his presence and his eyes on her.
"I have another date this afternoon. I wish I could cancel out but they're depending on me," Edythe was saying. Jeff turned to her and forced a smile. "The Woman's Club-"
He nodded. "Hey, sure. You know I don't want you to overturn your daily routine for me. Hell, I appreciate just being able to come down for awhile and get my head on straight."
"Anytime, darling, you know that." She was on her feet, finishing her drink quickly and setting the glass on the bar. The glass door slid back and Sally entered the room, flipping her hair away from her shoulder and smiling at her uncle.
"Sally, be a doll and entertain your uncle this afternoon. I have to go to the club."
Sally flicked a knowing glance at Jeff. "Sure, mom."
"No one has to entertain me," he said, returning Sally's look almost boldly.
"When will Sue be back?"
Sally shrugged. "They were going to the beach. Could be all day if the sun holds."
Edythe sighed. "That child. Well, let's see what we can find for lunch for you two, then I really must run."
"I'll fix lunch," Sally said.
"Mmm, that's a good girl. I'll grab something at the club. You will forgive me, Jeff?"
"Sure."
"Let's plan on dinner out, say eight?"
"Sure."
She kissed him lightly and was gone. Minutes later, they heard the purr of the car engine, and the sound of tires on the drive. The room was very quiet.
"You sure you don't want me to entertain you?" Sally asked mischievously.
"Listen, young lady, let's get a few things straight, okay?"
She cocked her head and stared at him. "Sure Uncle Jeff."
My god, just being in the room alone with her made him restless. "That's just it, I am your uncle. The things that happened out in the pool and upstairs are-" He couldn't say it, not with her looking at him like that, her brown eyes glinting with very unchild-like desire. "Jeez!"
She moved across the room to him, settling herself in his lap before he could protest, slipping her arms about his neck and hugging herself to him. "I like you a lot, Uncle Jeff. Don't send me away."
"Jeez!"
She was pressing her lips to his then, coaxing, comforting. He tried to muster all his resolve but it was no use. He felt himself being drawn into the web once more. Her tongue slid over his lips, teasing and tempting until he opened his mouth and let her introduce her tongue into his mouth. Then he was responding, meeting the warmth and want of her kiss, pulling her slim young body across his lap so he could fondle her breasts and feel her warm ass on his thighs.
"Mmm, that's better," she whispered. "You do like me, don't you?"
"God!"
The tiny patches of yellow covering on her breasts strained, and he pulled them aside with his fingertips. The dome of her tits came into sight, and Jeff caught his breath. She was a golden goddess. He closed his hand over one of the mounds, squeezing gently, and feeling the firm flesh.
"Am I pretty?" Her tongue paused on her lip.
"You know fucking well you are."
"I like to hear you say it."
"You're a little hellcat."
"You've got the biggest prick I've ever had," she said.
"Do you always talk so freely about comparative anatomy?"
She giggled. "Why not? Men are always talking about the size of women's boobs, why can't girls like big dicks?"
He laughed and shrugged. "No reason, I guess."
"Your cock is getting hard, I can feel it under my ass."
"The way you're wiggling around on it, it's a wonder I haven't sprayed your bottom with come."
She giggled. "Take it out and let me feel it, huh?"
He knew he should say no, it was far too dangerous playing with fire like this. He wanted her, that was the hell of it. He'd never been so turned on to anyone in his whole life. He should have been exhausted after the two rapid-fire sessions he'd had with, her in the past few hours, but he was like a starving man whose appetite has been aroused and now he couldn't get enough. He wanted to gorge himself on her feasts.
"You do it," he told her.
She maneuvered herself so she could get her hand to his fly. She struggled for a few minutes, then her hand was inside his pants and she was pulling his cock out. He was hot, but her fist around him felt even hotter. She wiggled and squirmed, untying the cords at the hips of the swim suit and turning so she could look down at his crotch. The bikini bottom of the suit fell away and she was bare-assed. He moved his hand down, slipping it between her legs and fondling the warm, wet pussy. She was moist and quivery, clamping her thighs over his fingers as soon as he inserted them in her twat. She smiled at him.
"Mmm, it always feels good."
"How many times can you come?" he asked.
"I dunno. I haven't run out yet."
That made him laugh. "Devil-"
Then they were kissing again and their hands were trading silent messages to hot flesh. She was getting very wet, lubricating quickly as she became excited. His fingers slipped deep in her cunt and played with the tempting, lovely hole. She moaned and pumped his cock.
He grabbed her hips and moved her. "Sit on it," he told her.
She looked slightly surprised and it made him feel good to have startled her. She scrambled, with Mm helping her to position his legs between hers and bring her down on his stabbing penis.
She hovered for a moment, letting the cockhead press hard against her clitoris, rubbing her body back and forth to drive herself to a new frenzy, and then sitting down and sinking the rigid column of flesh in her body so fast it took her breath away.
"Oh!"
He smiled and held on to her hips, moving her back and forth so he was buried to the hilt in her cunt. Her eyes were very wide and her tongue kept licking out over her lips.
"Wow, I mean that's way in!"
"Feel good?"
"Oh, yes!" She bobbed her head as though to reassure him. She caught the tempo then and he no longer had to coax her motions. Her cunt was massaging him in a steady beat, erotic and growing. God, he could fuck her all day.
It felt like he was tearing her apart in there, stretching her baby twat to its limits, but she never complained. She was ecstatic now, her heat growing. He could feel the hot flood of her cunt juice wash over his stabbing prick. She raked back hard and trapped her clitoris between her pelvic bone and his firm cock, and each tune she did she whimpered softly with delight.
Jeff watched the girl tits bounce and jiggle on her ribs. It was exciting, seeing her nude body on him, seeing her pleasure and delight. It was even more exciting knowing that she would ride him until he reached another wild orgasm, spewing his come into her hot, hugging tunnel and finding complete release.
Her eyes were wild, her face taut. "Ooohhh, I'm hot, so hot."
"I know, baby, I know. I got all you want, all you want."
"Yes, oh, yes, yyyeeesss." Her hair flew about her face, thrashing as her body thrashed on his. The lovely tits sprang toward him and pulled back. Her body arched and sank, caught hi the tidal wave of passion that filled her now. Jeff had never seen such a glorious sight in his life, and he'd never felt such hot lust wrapping his cock. His balls were hard, ready to burst. He felt the tight pull of his muscles, felt the warning shot of pre-seminal fluid.
"I'm ready, baby, I'm ready."
He exploded, unable to hold back the flood of hot semen that she pumped out of him. He humped his hips toward her, driving his column of lust into her cunt, giving her everything he had. The hot stuff jerked, spurted and then gushed in a steady stream. He let it all go, fill her, gurgle and bubble as she drove herself to the crest of her orgasm. Her breath was a gasping moan, torn from her tortured lungs as her body erupted into the young wild passion. His cock was so deep in her she felt the orgasm go off in two places at once, at her clitoris and deep inside where he was shoving right through the tight little inner opening that sealed off her uterus. It felt like his cock was stabbing right up into her belly, and the heat flooded her in huge waves as his hot come ignited her own bomb of pleasure.
"I'm coming!" She wasn't even sure she cried the words aloud. Her body screamed them and her flesh tingled with the mighty orgasm.
She was crying and laughing, no longer able to control the rampant emotional struggle in her young body. Then he was holding her tight, caressing her and soothing her.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay."
She tried to gulp down her tears and still her sobs.
"You okay, Sally?"
She nodded, still unable to talk. She looked at him and he brushed away her tears.
"You sure?"
"Yes." She managed to gulp the word out.
He smiled then, rubbing her back and letting his hands move over her ass gently. "Just that good, huh?"
She nodded. Just that good. God, it had been super, the best ever.
Jeff hugged her head to his shoulder and just held her. It had been that good for him too. Half dazed, he thought about her. Four hours ago he hadn't known she existed, at least not as a fucking hot body. Now it seemed that he'd been waiting all his life just for her. Waiting for the kind of loving this kid was giving him. Yet there was no "love" involved, no woman-man emotional ties that brought with them the myriad problems that had ruined his marriage. It was pure sex, nothing more, yet it was considerably different and better than the type of pure sex he'd had with whores or pickups, like Dawn last night. Why? Because she was just a kid? He'd never considered screwing jail bait before. He'd heard about plenty of guys who liked it, but he'd always figured they were weirdos. Now here he was doing the same thing and loving it. He didn't consider himself a weirdo by any definition," yet he liked the baby pussy he'd just had. He liked it well enough to know that he wasn't going to run away from it, not when it was being handed to him on a silver platter this way.
He patted her ass. "You'd better go clean up," lie told her.
She sighed and lifted her head. She studied his face for a long time, then kissed him on the lips. "Sure, then I'll fix that lunch I promised you."
She climbed off, grabbing up the yellow scraps of swim suit and dashing to the half-bath off the rumpus room-before the thick sludge of his come could drip out of her. He smiled when she cupped her hand over her crotch to make sure none of the stuff dribbled on the carpet.
He stood up, forced his sticky cock back into his shorts, then zipped up. He washed his hands at the small sink behind the wet bar, then made himself a very strong drink. By the time she came out of the bathroom, dressed again in the bikini, he was ready to renew Ms drink. Then he followed her to the kitchen.
CHAPTER FIVE
After a lunch of scrambled eggs and bacon, Jeff put on his swim suit and lay in the sun beside the pool. He felt completely relaxed and at peace. Funny, he'd been so damned uptight these past three months, and even before. Rhoda's leaving had turned his whole life upside down. Now he felt better than he had for a hell of a long time. He knew he was going to make it. It wasn't the end of the world just because his marriage blew. Hell, it was the beginning of a whole new world', one that promised to be much better than the old one.
Sally dozed in the sun, turning over from time to time and spreading her glistening flesh with suntan oil. Like himself, she seemed sated. He wondered what the hell was going on in her little mind. There were a million questions he'd like to ask her, like who'd been the first guy to take her cherry, or whether or not she'd had other men or just kids. She'd hinted that he hadn't been the first man. Who had?
None of your goddam business, Jeff Clausen, he told himself.
About four, they stirred and headed for the rumpus room for cold drinks. The sound of the front door opening made them turn.
Sally frowned and yelled, "Out here!"
A girl and a boy came into the room. The girl was smaller than Sally by an inch or two and not as well developed. Her hair was blonder and her eyes lighter, but the unmistakable resemblance in the " faces told Jeff this was Sue, the twin.
The boy was tall and, lanky, gaunt faced and awkward. He said hi to Sally and looked at Jeff.
"This is Uncle Jeff, Sue. He got in from Frisco this morning.
"Hi." Her voice was low and slightly husky.
"Hello, Sue." Jeff turned to the boy and held out his hand. The boy looked, confused, then finally shook it.
"Turner Bukner," he mumbled.
"Glad to meet you, Turner," Jeff said, not glad at all but trying to pull off the meeting without embarrassment for any of them.
The boy mumbled something, then turned to Sue. "I gotta get home. See you tonight?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm busy."
"Tomorrow?"
She shrugged. "Call me."
Looking more confused than ever, the boy blushed and hurried from the room. Minutes later the sound of a car came in the driveway and faded quickly. He was gone.
Sally grinned at her sister. "What was that all about?"
She blushed. "Nothing, he's just-" She shot a sidelong glance at Jeff and he knew she was embarrassed to discuss her private affairs in front of him.
"Same old thing?" Sally asked.
Blushing even more furiously, Sue hurried from the room. Jeff heard her steps as she ran up the stairs, then the closing of a door. He looked at Sally.
"Something serious?"
She laughed. "No. Turner is a creep, all hands and no guts. He wants to play around with Sue and she won't let him. She's got some crazy kind of conscience or some dumb thing." Sally winked broadly. "Thank God we're not twins in that respect!"
Jeff had to laugh in spite of himself. He finished the drink he'd made for himself and then went up to shower and shave. The rest of tine family would be coming home soon, then dinner. He'd had enough sun for one day anyhow. His skin felt slightly hot and tight.
He found himself thinking about Sue while he showered. A virgin? More than likely, from Sally's remark about her conscience. How could two sisters, twins at that, be so different?
They were fraternal twins, not identical. Sue hadn't developed at the same rate as her sister, that was obvious. Smaller, less mature, yet on the verge of womanhood. Jeff had noticed the budding breasts under the sleek shirt, the widening hips tight in the shorts and the well curved legs. She would be a beauty when she was older, no doubt about it.
What would she look like without clothes?
Hey, man, cut it out. You sound like some kind of lecher. So you had a ball balling your niece but it was her idea, not yours, at least to start. This twin is shy and innocent. Forget it.
He tried, but he couldn't completely erase the thought from his mind. During dinner, at a plush restaurant in Beverly Hills, Jeff found his mind wandering from the conversation his sister tried to maintain. She come home from her afternoon date in a much better mood, pleased with herself, obviously. Jeff was convinced that Sally's remark about her mother having a lover was accurate. Edythe had the look of a woman satisfied in bed.
Larry had not put in an appearance, nor had the youngest daughter, Judy. Edythe offered the explanation that Judy was at camp, but she did not offer any for her husband's absence. She never mentioned him at all, and Jeff didn't ask. He had enough troubles of his own, and whatever was happening between her and Larry, it would never end in divorce. Edythe would put up with anything rather than give up her current life style.
Sally looked enchanting in dark jeans that clung to her curves like a lover's hand. Her blouse was tight enough to show she was braless, and Jeff couldn't keep his eyes off the delectable, bouncing, mammary flesh every time she moved.
In contrast, Sue looked child-like, a jacketed pantsuit covering her slight figure. She was quiet during the meal, answering questions that were directed at her but nothing more.
Edythe was getting bombed, drinking too many martinis before her dinner and too many brandies afterwards. By the tune Jeff drove them home in the big Mercedes, his sister was staggering. Sally grabbed her arm and helped her upstairs.
"Come on, mumsie, beddie-bye time." She sounded like a patient nurse talking to a child. She grinned at Jeff and left him standing in the hall with Sue.
"Your mother's wound up," Jeff said.
Sue pretended to accept the lie and went into the rumpus room, flopping into a big chair and staring out at the pool.
Jeff stood behind her. "You got problems, Sue?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
"Can I help?"
She looked up so suddenly he wondered if he'd said the wrong thing. Her face was pale in the dim light. They hadn't turned on a light in the room and the only illumination was the light that spilled in from the hall and the glow of the lit pool reflecting outside. Looking out the window, Jeff was dazzled by the view of the city below the hilltop. The day had been hazy enough so he hadn't noticed it this afternoon. Maybe he'd been too busy with other things. Now he walked to the glass and stared out.
"I don't mean to pry," he said, turning to look at Sue again. "I just thought you might need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to bend."
She twined her fingers in her lap and shook her head. "Thanks, but there's nothing anyone can do."
"Nothing?" His voice was soft.
She hesitated, then said, "Nothing." It sounded so helpless and so hopeless, it stirred something deep inside Jeff. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he didn't know how.
"Well," he said, "I've had a busy day. Think I'll turn in." It was well after midnight and he was tired.
"Goodnight, Uncle Jeff, and thanks anyway."
"Anytime, Sue. Goodnight."
Upstairs, undressed and in bed, he found he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the events of the day, and about Sally's eagerness and willingness in sex matters. More, he thought about his own enjoyment. Where did he go from here?
He found himself straining and listening to tiny sounds in the unfamiliar surroundings. Was he hoping for Sally to come to his room? Christ, no! Not with Edythe right down the hall and not knowing when Larry might walk in. No way.
Then there was a step, he was sure of it. He lifted his head and listened, tense. Nothing. Imagination, or someone passing the door. The house settled down to silence again ... He turned over and blanked his mind, willing himself to sleep.
He wasn't sure how much later it was when he came awake with a start. Something had disturbed him. What? He sat up as he heard it again. There was someone in the hall outside his door, someone who had stopped and was listening as he was listening. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and padded softly to the door. He was sure he could hear someone breathing. He put his hand to the knob and turned, pulling the door inward quickly.
The girl jumped back, hand pressed to her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise. The hall was dark, and Jeff had only an impression of the long pale hair and the wide eyes.
"Sally?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. Crazy kid!
He closed the door, and the girl huddled against the wall almost as though she were frightened.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" He broke off, suddenly aware of something wrong.
"It's not Sally, it's Sue," she whispered.
"My God!" It was his turn to be confused. He was suddenly aware of his nudity, even though the room was dark and he was sure the child couldn't discern his lack of clothes.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jeff, I didn't mean to wake you. That is, I-" She buried her face in her hands and began to sob silently. He moved to her and touched her hair.
His whole body felt her warmth, and his pulse raced. He put his arms around her and held her close, petting her hair and stilling her sobs. His naked chest was wet with her tears.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. Come on and sit down." He led her to the bed and sat her on the edge of it. His arm was still about her and she seemed reluctant to let it go. Jeff was thankful for the darkness so she couldn't see his nudity or his confusion. He wanted to help the kid, and his desire to be a good listener was in fierce competition with his male needs. The girl was wearing a skimpy nightgown, one of those shortie things that barely covered her ass. He could feel her warm thigh, naked flesh, against his and it made him nervous and aroused desire.
"Tell me about it." He whispered very low, terrified that their voices or her sobs might carry to one of the other rooms along the hall. Christ, that was all he needed, to have his sister or her husband come in to find out what was the matter and catch him naked with the kid. He'd have one hell of a time explaining.
She sniffled, and he managed to reach to a box of tissues on the bedside table and pull one for her. She wiped her nose and eyes and lifted her head.
"Oh, Uncle Jeff, I'm so miserable!"
"It can't be that bad. Tell me about it."
She sat up, dropping her hand. One arm brushed over his genitals and Jeff felt like he'd been swept by a brushfire. He gritted his teeth and tightened his groin muscles against the threatening excitement.
Sue's body seemed to tremble and he heard her quick intake of breath. For a moment he thought she was going to pull away, but she didn't. "It's Turner, the boy you met this afternoon."
"What about him?" He wasn't sure he'd be able to advise anyone on matters of the heart.
"He-"
"Go on, Sue, tell me. You'll feel a lot better after you do. Besides, I can't give any advice until I know the problem."
She sighed. "He wants to do things I'm not sure I should let him do." Her voice was barely a flutter in the still room.
Jeff's heart pounded so loud he thought the sound filled the room. "What kind of things?" He couldn't forget what Sally had said about the young, eager lover boy who, wanted to play around.
She shivered and huddled her arms across her chest. In the very vague grayness from the windows, he could make out her form and a pale blur of her features. She seemed to be staring down at his body, but it might be his own imagination.
"He wants to touch me, you know-sex."
Jeff's breath was a tight coil in his chest. His sex organs were beginning to stir and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Did he want to?
The words seemed to stick in his throat and he had trouble getting them out. "That's pretty normal for a boy his age, I'd say."
"But I can't-"
Jeff slipped his arm around her body and squeezed her gently. "Look, I can't tell you what to do. Every girl has to make that decision for herself. Why don't you talk to your mother, or to Sally?"
"Mom's-" She shook her head. "I can't talk to her at all. And Sally says I'm a prude. She says let him do whatever he wants or else how the hell am I gonna find out anything."
Jeff smiled in the darkness. It sounded like Sally, and maybe the advice wasn't so bad after all. "You have to decide, Sue. You're going to give in to some guy some day. You get to do the choosing."
She moved slightly, and her hand was on his thigh. Her fingers felt like white-hot steel resting on his flesh. His leg muscles hardened and his penis jerked slightly as it began to come to life. He tightened his hold at her waist, moving his hand slowly and feeling the soft curve of her young tit.
"I think I'd rather learn from someone who knows what he's doing," Sue said in a hoarse whisper. "Turner fumbles so, it worries me that maybe it wouldn't be any fun when he does it."
"Does what?" Jeff was prodding, wanting to hear her talk. His excitement was growing steadily now and he didn't want to let her go.
"You know."
"Tell me."
"Oh, play around or maybe even go all the way."
The room was silent except for the pounding of Jeff's heart and the slight flutter of the child's breath. He was holding his own breath, unable to control the rising lust in his body. He moved his hand again and let it curl over the small mound of her breast. She didn't pull away.
"I don't think that would happen," he whispered. "Most of the time when two people meet in sex, they enjoy it pretty much, no matter how inexperienced they are." It wasn't true, of course, but it might be. It helped all to hell if one of them knew the score.
"I don't want it to be that way," she said. Her hand moved on his leg, and he couldn't control the shiver that filled him.
"What do you want?"
"I want it to be nice, sure, and very good."
"Where'd you get these ideas?" He felt like he had a raging fever. Her flesh was hot against his where she leaned against him and her hand on his leg was twitching in a steady tempo.
"I remember when Sally had her first time. One of the kids in her class. It was awful and she was really upset afterwards."
Sally hadn't mentioned that but it might help explain her sureness now, her ability to go after what she wanted. Sally was one youngster who got what she wanted now.
Sue looked up and Jeff saw the dark circles of her eyes in the pale light. "Sally says it's much better when you know how."
He sat staring at her, unable to pull away and unable to resist the temptations of her warm flesh. His hand cupped the small breast, stroked it lovingly, caught the nipple-between his fingers and rolled it slowly. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in shallow gasps. Jeff let his other hand move to her thigh. It was incredibly warm and smooth, like silk that had been lying in the sun for a long time. As his hand moved upward, the heat of her body spread out to meet him.
"Uncle Jeff-"
"Shhh, it's all right." His hand was between her thighs now, pressing at the thin film of nylon that covered her body, pulling it aside and reaching under it to find the warm nest of her pubic hair. She didn't pull away but she sat very still. He could still hear her breathing and it was getting faster. She wanted him to touch her, to teach her the things she wanted to learn, but she was terrified, he knew.
His hand was at her hairy crotch now, feeling, probing, pressing the warm mound of flesh. The hair felt sparse and soft, and her body was smooth under it. He searched for her labia, inserting his fingers between them very gently.
Her breath fluttered in a long sigh. "Ooohhh...."
He pulled her to him then, kissing her gently. Her hand tightened in a spasm on his thigh and he reached down to it and moved it to his stiffening prick. She fluttered again and he covered her mouth in a kiss, urging the hand around his stiff column of flesh. It was semi-hard, filling and pulsing under her touch, throbbing with need he could no longer control. He cupped his fist around hers and showed her how to pump at his tool to excite him more. The foreskin grew taut and she snaked it back to expose the head, arid for a moment her ringers slid over the satiny skin of the cockhead and smeared the tiny drop of pre-seminal fluid that had already formed there. She gasped, and her hand moved at him in steady rhythm.
He let go of her hand then and put his own hand back to her crotch, which was warm and slightly moist. The heat of her body welcomed his fingers as she shifted her legs slightly and let him between them. He bent close to her face, seeing her parted lips and her half-closed eyes. He kissed her again, this time parting her lips with his tongue and then caressing her tongue with his. The child trembled and her grip on his cock tightened and increased its speed.
"Ooohh, Uncle Jeff...."
"Ssshhh."
He forced her back so she was lying on the bed. He was sweating now, despite the cool air of the room, and his thighs were tight, his loins aching with lust. The child's slim young body was warm and pliant, waiting and wanting his. His finger found her clitoris and engaged it in erotic movement. He did not want to enter her with his finger, He wanted his cock to slide into that virgin territory, to be the first explorer in the new world.
Sue felt the warm shivers race through her body. They were brought on both by his touching her and her touching him. It was different, so very different! Turner had fumbled and pressed at her crotch, not knowing how to find her passionate spots, and she had pulled away from him quickly, afraid that she might become too roused by his play and not be able to stop the intercourse she knew he wanted. Turner had tried to press his own crotch to her, to let her feel the hardness growing under his jeans, and she had pulled away again, not willing to touch the flesh that might excite her beyond recall.
Now, she was, holding a penis, a long, hard cock that was filling her small hand and pressing out at her as hard as she pressed at it. It was warm and wonderful, not at all like she expected somehow, and far more wonderful. Not only that, he was touching her, expertly and surely, without fumbling. He knew just how to rouse her desires and make her want him. She'd learned the technical aspects of intercourse in her sex education classes at school, but she was unprepared for the hot, heady desire that rushed through her when Jeff tickled that small bit of woman flesh she knew was her clitoris. It was like being plugged into a light socket, tingling, hot and shocking! She knew beyond a doubt that she wanted him to insert his penis in her vagina, as the sex education teacher explained it. Or to slip his-dick into her cunt, as the kids she knew phrased it. She wanted him, and quite obviously, he wanted her.
Then he was kissing her again, his tongue delving into her mouth and searching for mutual heat, and finding it. One of his hands was massaging her breast, feeling its small curve and playing' with: the nipple that was now hard and jutting. His other hand was still between her legs, teasing along the folds of her labia minora until she thought she would go out of her mind.
His cock was a stiff rod in her fist, wet now with the secretions he was oozing. The curved cockhead felt incredibly smooth and warm under her fingers, and every time she snaked back on the tool, she could feel the loose layer of foreskin pull and stretch. He arched and shoved it into her copulating hand.
Then he released her mouth, holding his face only inches from hers. He whispered, "Do you want it?"
"Oh, yes, yes."
Jeff pulled up her short nightie, dropping it around her neck. He wanted to feel those hard young tits against him when he came down on her. He wanted the full warmth of her young body along his. He was panting hard now, his cock straining and threatening to burst. The thought of her hymen waiting to be broken was driving him out of his mind. He climbed over her.
He spread her legs, pulling her knees up slightly as he climbed between them. He wished it were lighter so he could watch what was about to take place, see his cock slip up into that virgin twat, but he didn't dare snap on a light. He'd content himself with feeling her....
He sat back, grabbing his prick and aiming it at her cunt. She whimpered slightly, and he smiled. She was hot too, just as hot as he was. How far had she and that kid Turner gone? Obviously far enough for her to know what she'd missed. Now she was begging Jeff for it.
There was no way he could stop now. He flicked his cock against her clitoris, stimulating the tiny bud to new thrilling passion. She was breathing hard now, in short bursts as though the air came from the depths of her lungs; Her head twisted from side to side, her long hair flopping.
He leaned forward, pushing gently with his dick and parting her folds of feminine flesh with his finger tips. She was very wet now, and he helped the cause along by dribbling some of his own pre-come juice on her and lathering it in.
"Ooohhh, Uncle Jefffff...."
"It's all right, baby, here it conies. Just relax and enjoy it. Try not to make too much noise...."
He pressed, spreading her with his cock, feeling the hot wet labia allow him entry, feeling the opening of her vagina, the tight small space that seemed too small for any man to enter. He could feel the stiffer tissue of her hymen, the virgin gate that had not yet been broken. His, all his.
"Easy, honey."
He peered down at her. Her eyes were wide with fear and need. Her head bobbed in quick assent. "Yes, do it, ohhh, do it, please!"
He entered her, pressing and forcing the hymen to rupture as his solid poker went through. He felt the tiny warm specks of blood smear along his driving cock. She covered her mouth with her hand and stifled a cry of pain and pleasure.
He was in her then, his cock sunk in the hot, hugging tunnel of her body, wrapped in the heat of her young lust. He was on fire, ready to explode.
He pulled her hand away from her mouth and covered her lips with his, gnawing at her and stabbing his tongue hard into her mouth to tell her his need. She answered, probing her tongue past his teeth and sucking up his saliva as though she were dying of thirst. He was humping her then, pushing and pulling his ramrod dick into the lovely pussy. It hugged him, the unstretched muscles firm and tight around his penis and pulling at his load.
She moaned, not knowing what to do with her hands, feeling his arms, his shoulders, then moving down along his torso in sensuous strokes. She was cupping his ass then, moving With him and holding him close. He was all the way in, and he'd never felt anything to equal it. She was even better than Sally. Tighter and hotter, if it was possible. Maybe it was the knowledge that she was a virgin. It turned him on.
He could feel the twin peaks of her little tits against his chest, rubbing into his hair and burning paths of fire along his flesh. His gut ached with readiness, and his prick was a throbbing, hot piston inside her. It didn't matter now that he had begun the intercourse wanting to please her. All that mattered now was his own release, the fire in his belly quenched. He was going to come.
He had no intentions of stopping. His balls were aching with his need for her. His whole body trembled and pushed at each drive into her hot pussy. The pulse pounded in his temples, roaring inside his head and blotting out her cries.
The hot explosion shook him. It was like a dam bursting, only instead of water, hot semen spurted from his prick. The flood erupted violently, burning a trail through his body and into hers, filling her and gurgling as her little cunt overflowed and spilled back his load. He groaned and gnashed his teeth as the hot load ejaculated and drained him. The relief came from deep in his guts, from his balls, from his belly and from his cock. He felt as though the ridge around his cockhead was blistered by the heat.
Then he was aware of the child again. He'd been so fucking hot he hadn't been able to see beyond his own lust. Now he realized that she hadn't come yet, that she was still thrashing and struggling with her first orgasm. He grinned and kept pumping into her, giving her all she needed. His cock was still hard and eager in her pussy, and now it was bathed in hot semen stirred in her cunt juice. He leaned closer, forcing his cock to press hard against her clitoris as he fucked her. He knew that she would finally grow wild enough to bridge the huge gap between childhood and womanhood, and the bridge would be her own orgasm. She would find a woman's joy in her child's body.
"Oh!" Her body tensed, her hips rose.
Jeff knew she was almost there.
"Let it come, baby, let it come," he whispered at her ear. He was on his elbows now, his body close against hers, his cock scraping into the baby pussy and hitting her trigger with every stroke. She was gasping for breath, and he could feel the warm air rush past his ear. She had pulled her legs up and slid them around him now, her heels drumming against his ass as he humped into her furiously. Her thighs were smooth and tight around his body, and her hands were clawing at his back. He could feel the sting of pain as they raked his flesh.
"I-" She thrashed, twisting and squirming harder against him, forcing her orgasm to explode at last.
"Come, baby, come."
Her body heaved and sank, and Jeff felt the hot rush of her love juice rewarm his cock. The kid grunted, straining hard, forcing herself to him and demanding her satisfaction. Her body arched, then fell as she was released from the grip of the mighty pleasure. Whimpering, she finally lay still and let him finish her off.
He kept screwing her for a long time, knowing that she would find pleasure in the act even after her climax. He was ending her first fulfillment slowly, letting her savor the new delights she had discovered.
Slowly, he stopped and lay atop her, supporting Ms weight just enough so he wouldn't hurt her. It felt good to have her sum young body under his, their pubic hair matted together by their mutual pleasure, their bodies slick with perspiration from a job well done. She ran her fingers along his neck.
"Oh, God, Uncle Jeff, that was good, so good."
"Did you come?" He knew she had but he wanted her to talk about it, to find enjoyment in complete honesty with herself.
"Yes, oh, God, yes! It was wonderful. I knew it would be good but this was super, really great." She sounded young and child-like again, as though she might be talking about a movie she'd seen or a record she'd played.
It made him smile, and he kissed the lobe of her ear, then nibbled it gently.
"You're not sorry about Turner?"
She laughed and smothered the sound with her hand. "That boob! He never would have done that, you know he wouldn't!"
Jeff laughed. He knew it only too well. The kid would have shot off his wad and been finished, drained all at once and unable to think of the girl's pleasure. She would have wound up frustrated more than she had been by denying her body the pleasure of sex. He kissed her ear again.
"You'd better go clean yourself up and get back to bed. If anyone catches you in here-"
He rolled off her, pulling his cock out and being sorry at once that he had. Denied the warmth of her twat, his cock began to shrink immediately. He sighed and flopped onto his back, patting her flat belly.
She leaned over him, her small, scant handful of tits brushing at his chest. "Uncle Jeff, have you fucked Sally?"
What the hell made her ask that? He peered at her in the deep gloom but couldn't read the expression on her face. His mouth was dry.
"That's a dumb question."
"Did you?" She ran her fingers along the line of his jaw, then bent and kissed his lips lightly.
"Why don't you ask her?" he said. Christ, he couldn't talk about one twin with the other. Suppose they started discussing him and someone overheard?! He pushed her away gently. "You'd better get back into your own bed, kitten. Lesson's over for tonight."
"Can I have more, lessons I mean?"
"I-"
"Please, Uncle Jeff?" She kissed him again and he knew he'd never be able to refuse her-or resist her! God, it had been good!
"We'll see. Now get, and be sure to clean yourself up."
She giggled and jumped out of bed. "I'm all sticky and wet down there."
"Use my bathroom." He got up and snapped the bathroom light on and watched her run in. His semen was thick along her thighs. Her shapely youthful body was clearly out-lined under the thin gown. He forced himself to close the door behind her. If he kept watching, he'd want her again.
He groped for a cigarette and lit it, standing near the window and looking out at the dark yard. Jeez, how his He had changed in the past twenty-four hours! He thought about how scared he'd been after that little incident with Sally in the pool. God, he'd been shaking all over. Now he'd just seduced her twin sister and he felt nothing but complete satisfaction.
What the hell was happening to him?
The bathroom door opened and the girl came out, looking about to spot him before she snapped off the light and crossed to him. As she stood framed in the doorway, he'd felt a pang at the sight of her slim hips, rounded nicely over firm thighs, her half-formed tits that showed promise of fullness as she developed more, and the narrow waist. She was a lovely creature, one that would excite plenty of men during her lifetime.
He'd been the first. She'd come to him a virgin, wanting to learn, and he'd taught her well.
She came to the window and pressed against him. He slipped his arms around her and held her close. Her hair was warm and sweet smelling in his nostrils and her-hands were hot on his naked flesh.
"Thank you, Uncle Jeff. I-It was wonderful. I still feel tingling all over. I never dreamed. It would be so super. I'm glad I didn't let Turner do it."
He stroked her ass, slipping his hand under the short gown so he could feel her smooth skin. "I'm glad too, baby." He kissed her lips, then turned her to the door. He opened it, listened a couple of seconds, then drew the door wide so she could slip out He waited until she went into her dark room and the door closed behind her.
Sighing, he went into the bathroom and washed up. He was bone tired. He'd sleep now.
CHAPTER SIX
When he woke in the morning, the sun was high, splashing across the room and warming it considerably. He should have drawn the drapes last night but he'd forgotten. It had been a long tune since he'd enjoyed such luxury as sleeping in.
He rolled, pressing his morning-hard cock to the sheet. He thought about the kid last night. It seemed impossible now, like a dream, but it had been real, he knew. Sue had come to him-by plan or design? She had been truly upset when Turner brought her home, and if Sally's explanation, was true, Jeff was beginning to believe she knew exactly what she wanted when she came into his bedroom ... It hadn't been a case of "should I?" but rather "will you?" Sue wanted to be sure her first orgasm was good, that her first intercourse brought her to complete fulfillment. Jeff happened on the scene when she needed someone-anyone. A handy prick, that's what he'd been.
He grinned and rolled to his back, throwing off the covers and letting the warm air drift over him. He looked down at his cock, standing at full attention as though saluting a woman. He almost wished the kid was here now.
He showered and shaved, dressed in gray slacks and a blue sport shirt open at the throat. He studied his reflection in the mirror. He looked different, calmer, less haggard. The sex sessions with his two young nieces had done him a world of good. The horrors of the past months were easing, leaving him. Maybe he'd be okay soon. Maybe he could put his life back together.
He found Sally and Sue in the dining room with Larry. The other man looked up, smiled, holding out his hand.
"Good to see you again, Jeff. It's been a long time. Hope you're planning a nice long visit."
"I haven't decided yet, Larry." Jeff flicked a glance at the twins who seemed to be concentrating on their grapefruit. "Missed you last night."
Larry grunted. "Worked late. You know how it is."
Jeff agreed and only half listened as Larry talked around the edges of real conversation, telling bits of business news, commenting on world conditions.
Larry was gray and slightly balding, and he looked older than his sixty-five years. There was a tension in his face, one that seemed more than what a man of his means should have. Larry was a top-notch broker, and he had no money worries at least. Jeff was pretty sure he wasn't the type to worry about his wandering wife either. Maybe it was just the pressure of business. Plenty of rich bastards succumbed to that.
Then Larry was pushing away his coffee cup and getting up. "I have a few things to get together before I leave for the office. You'll excuse me?"
"Sure." Jeff refilled his coffee cup and lit a cigarette, .dropping the match hi a silver and onyx ashtray Sally handed him from the sideboard. She winked at him and then got up to follow her father from the dining room.
Sue shifted and stared at her plate. When she finally raised her eyes, she smiled shyly. Jeff grinned at her.
"Good morning," he said solemnly.
She blushed. "Good morning." Then she giggled, unable to control her delight. "I still feel wonderful," she whispered.
"So do I. What's on the docket for today?"
"What would you like to do?" She was eager to please.
"Are you going out with your friends?"
She shook her head. "Turner called this morning but I told him I was busy."
"You shouldn't have done that. I don't expect you to give up your social life just because I'm here." He blew smoke and stared at her.
She blushed, and she looked very pretty. "I wanted to. I mean, I thought maybe you'd like to go somewhere or do something. Sally's going to be around too."
He glanced toward the door. "Where'd she go?"
"She helps dad get his stuff together. She'll be back. Why don't we sit out on the patio? You can bring your coffee if you like."
"Sure, why not?" He picked up his cup and followed her out to the patio at the rear of the house.
Sally closed the den door and snapped the lock. Her father smiled at her as he settled onto the leather couch along a book-lined wall.
"You look very nice this morning, my dear."
"Thanks, dad. You got in late. I guess I fell asleep. I tried to wait up for you."
"It doesn't matter. I was very tired." He sighed. "It was a particularly trying day at the office. That Clayborn deal-"'He shook his head. "No matter, that's of no importance now. Come here."
She moved to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him, smiling and unzipping his slacks and pulling them down over his hips as he helped' her. She unsnapped his boxer shorts, pulled them aside and looked down at the nest of dark hair, shot well with gray, over his genitals. "Lie back," she told him.
He moved like an obedient child, falling back against the cool leather and closing his eyes, staring at her through narrow slits. She picked up a small yellow pillow and pushed it under his head. He smiled and stroked her amber hair.
"You're a delightful child, Sally."
"Ssshh, relax."
She bent to his body, lifting the flaccid penis from its nest and stroking it gently. She tugged at the loose foreskin, opening the drawstring of the end and forcing the tip of his cockhead to bud out. She bent farther and caressed the silky head with her lips. The old man sighed. She darted her tongue over the cock, teasing and tempting it. The organ struggled, wanting to come alive for her. She took it between her lips and chewed at it gently, tongue darting and probing all the while. Then she closed her mouth around the wrinkled old tool, sucking it lovingly and drawing it out. The cock began to harden, slightly but surely. Sally smiled and sucked at it harder.
She cupped her hand under his balls and massaged them carefully. The hard, unseen nuts were tiny, withered with age. Yet his body excited her and she liked to play with him and bring him back to some shadow of the man he must have been in his youth.
She thought about the first time with him. It was after she'd fucked a couple of the kids at school and found them sadly lacking, all fumbling hands and quick comes that left her angry and unsatisfied. She'd been in her room, and thinking herself alone in the house had not made sure the door was closed tight. She'd undressed and was standing in front of the big mirror, studying her body and wondering what it would feel like to be totally satisfied, to experience orgasm the way she knew it could be experienced. She fondled her breasts, squeezing and lifting the small mounds of flesh that had just begun to develop. Then she touched her pubic mound, raking her fingertips through the thin haze of hair that was also part of her approaching womanhood. She spread her legs, felt between them, bent so she could study her private parts in the glass. She found the tiny trigger of her clitoris and excited herself until she was panting and moaning softly. She wanted to come, she wanted to feel the thrill of true orgasm. The sex play she'd indulged in with the fumbling teenagers had only whetted her appetite. She wanted a feast of love, and she knew her body was ready for it-if only a teacher would come along.
She heard the small, strangled sound from the doorway and turned to find her father staring at her. He was leaning against the door jamb, his face tight, his mouth open. His breath was heavy and labored. The front of his slacks bulged at the juncture of his thighs.
Sally stared in fascination, realizing instantly that he'd been watching her and it had made him horny. His cock was hard, jutting against the cloth that j trapped it. Even now, he couldn't take his eyes off her nude body, and he couldn't hide the desire in his eyes.
They stood looking at each other for several minutes, neither quite knowing how to bridge the gap of silence and both knowing that the incident could not end there. Then Sally moved toward him, holding her hand out and taking his to draw him into the room. She shut the door carefully, slid the lock. Then she began to undress him.
He shook his head, startled but still hypnotized by her loveliness. He didn't try to stop her.
She slipped his shirt off, draped it over a chair, She looked at the gray hair on his chest, still shot with dark so it was easy to see that he had been a very attractive man once. She dropped his slacks, then his boxer shorts. The cock had not receded, and it came out of captivity with a bound, aiming toward her as though pointing the way. She lowered him to sit on the bed, knelt before him to skim off the garments that were tangled around his feet. Pushing them aside, she turned back to him, her face at his knees, her eyes at his crotch. The cock was upward bound, straining and gaining full erection now. She watched it in fascination. She could see the silky smooth head, the coarser skin of the shaft pulled back to expose the glossy ridge and bulging column beneath. A tiny bead of moisture was forming at the small crevice at the crest of the prick. Beneath the lovely shaft twin sacs with corrugated skin and thin haze of hair lay like two balls. She had never examined male genitals before. The boys she knew were too much in a hurry to shove their pricks into her and shoot their loads. Now she touched out to her father, caressing his leg, working her hand to his more intimate regions. She was trembling, but not with fear. She knew he would not stop her now, and she knew that she would learn what she had been yearning for. She would come, she knew.
She touched him, instinctively moved her mouth to his prick and heard his sigh of pleasure. Then he had her head between his hands, instructing, guiding, letting her bring his cock to its prime. He had forgotten long ago what it felt like to be totally excited and lusting for a woman. He and his wife had drifted apart as most couples do, and he'd never found the time or inclination to chase after others. He'd thought about it several times but somehow never put his thoughts into action. Until now. His own daughter had him so fucking hot he thought his old balls would break'. All the passion and need of his youth surged back, not lost pr withered as he feared, but hi full strength waiting for release.
The child glanced up at him, her lips flecked with spit, her eyes-glassy. "Please...." She barely whispered the word but it was urgent.
He lifted her to the bed, lay beside her, touching, teaching, and finally bringing her to a fever pitch to match his own. Their coupling had been gentle but all fire. His cock rode up into her heavenly tunnel, wrapped in white heat, merging with hers. Then he was fucking her, and the years slipped away. He was young, powerful, lusty. And she was his.
Sally's orgasm had been thrilling and hot. It surpassed even her wild dreams of what it would be like. Afterwards, she lay limp and satisfied, hugging her father's warm naked body to her own, wanting never to let him go. She was a woman at last.
Ever since that day, Sally and her father had been together often, sometimes in her bedroom or his after the rest of the household was asleep, sometimes here in the den before he left for the office. It was always good, and they both looked forward to it, and neither ever mentioned it to anyone.
Now, she was bringing his prick up, loving it with her tongue and teeth, skinning the loose foreskin back to expose the soft head. She was mouthing the cock, licking it and tracing erotic patterns along its length, feeling the throb of the long vein that wiggled up the side of the column. The head popped from the sheath of skin, growing turgid and shining with her saliva. She poked her tongue at the slit, tasting his first drop of pre-seminal fluid and moaning with delight.
Larry's hands were at the ties of her halter. Thank God for the near nudity the young girls paraded around in these days. He had it off, and she was rubbing her firm full young tits on his thighs, driving him crazy. He could feel the hard nipples scrape in his leg hair. Her hands were at his balls, coaxing them to ready a load of come for her. He reached down, trying to get his hand between her legs. She moved obligingly, raising herself so he could reach her cunt. Then his hand was in her fingering the wet hot folds of passionate flesh between her legs. She was moving her body, urging his hand into her depths. God, she was a lovely child, and a passionate one. His life had become very pleasant since that day in her room, very pleasant indeed.
He was rock hard now, cock jutting and ready. The head strained from the column, giving her tongue drops of fluid to show his readiness, responding to the lavish love licks. "Ooohhh, Sally, darling...."
"Yes, I'm ready." She jumped up and pulled off her shorts in a quick thrust, kicking off her sandals v at the same time. Then she climbed over him, straddling his legs and coming down over the flagpole prick. She held it in her hands while she got her cunt right over it, then came down on it slowly. The hot flesh of his dick met the wet warmth of her vagina and they both shivered with delight. She sank onto him, easing her body forward at the same time. The stiff shaft was swallowed up in her baby cunt, covered completely and trapped in the spongy wetness of her canal. Her eyes were wide with pleasure, and then she was moving, fucking him in sure expert motions, back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster as they both soared to peaks of passion. Each time she pulled back, his cock pressed hard at her clitoris and plunged: all the way to the end of the hot hugging tunnel of love. He was deep inside her, feeling her walls, probing for her hidden orgasm. She could feel the heat stir, feel the pressure build. Her father's face was taut, lips pulled back as he struggled with the power inside him. He was ready to come, she could tell. She was ready too.
"Yes," she told him. "Let's go together."
He nodded, unable to speak as the hot fire erupted in his loins. It was always this way, little warning at the final moment, just the mighty swell of pressure and pain and then the explosion of his orgasm, spewing hot semen up into the tight snatch, gurgling and filling her until she could hold no more. It was coming....
"Now, NOW!" She whispered fiercely and rode him as hard and fast as her body could move. She felt the hot spurt of his come begin, and it triggered her own climax, catapulting her to a dizzy height of need for an instant arid then washing her down into the valley of fulfillment. She lost track of everything but the glorious eruption inside her. Her cunt poured out love juice to match the hot stuff her father was shooting into her. Her nipples swelled and became hard as her orgasm was complete.
She slowed, aware that his cock was already getting soft inside her. He never lasted long after his wad was shot, but she didn't mind. She was still throbbing with pleasure, her legs tingling and her belly warm. She came to a stop and lay across him, trying to catch her breath. He put his arms around her and held her close. His breath was still coming in gasps, but he was calming down. In a few minutes, he'd be completely restored, refreshed for his day's work, and sexually satisfied for another few days.
Sally lifted her head and kissed him on the lips. "It was super, daddy, like always."
"You incredible child." She smiled. "I love you."
"And I love you, my dear. You get better every year. Soon I suppose you'll be finding a young man who pleases you more than I do and you'll forget about me."
"Don't be silly, why should I? You're the one I who taught me what it was all about. I want to go on fucking you forever." She kissed him again, then climbed off, grabbing some tissues from a box and cleaning herself before she pulled her clothes on.
Larry struggled from the couch and went into the tiny bathroom off the den. He washed and dressed, thinking-again how much younger he looked since he'd begun the regular session of sex therapy with Sally. She was good for him, no doubt about it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As soon as Jeff saw Sally walk out onto the patio, he knew she'd been screwed. She had that glazed happy look that women-get from orgasm. But where the hell had she been? There had been time for her to go off anywhere, and there was no one in the house except Larry and the servants. Maybe there was a young gardener or houseboy Jeff hadn't seen yet. One thing for sure, Sally was a young bitch in heat and she knew how to get what she wanted.
He was slightly ill at ease with the two of them. His attempts to broach the subject of what happened last night with Sue had met with confused silence and lots of blushing. He'd decided not to try again, not now anyhow. Let her make the moves to come to him. He didn't want to scare her off, and he was pretty damned sure she'd be back. She'd been plenty turned on last night, and she wouldn't want to wait too long to repeat the pleasure. There was a chance of course that she might decide to let Turner do the honors, but maybe not.
Sally watched him boldly, her eyes saying what her lips kept silent. She was ready for more fun and games any time he was. She'd changed from the shorts and top she'd worn at breakfast and was in a bikini swim suit, pale pink which was dramatic against the golden hue of her skin. He thought about the loving cunt hidden beneath the scrap of cloth, and the bulging tits surging from the top. Quite a kid, quite a kid.
They lazed around the pool for several hours and had lunch on trays which the maid brought to them. Jeff moved his chair out of the sun but even so he had decided he'd had about enough for one day. It was getting hot, and he was all for a cool shower and a tall cold drink. He told the twins so.
They nodded and watched him go inside.
Funny, they'd both been so damned quiet he didn't know what to make of it. It made his conscience bother him, worrying that maybe they had some second thoughts about the love lessons the day before. Maybe he should think about moving on, finding a place of his own or going back to Frisco. The last thing he wanted or needed was trouble of the kind that could be brewing here.
He stood under the shower spray a long time, enjoying the cool water on his hot skin. He lathered, rinsed, then lathered again using the special oil lotion someone had thoughtfully provided in the shower. It made his skin less tight and dry, slightly silky even after he rinsed.
He turned off the taps and slid the shower-stall door open. He damned near fell over. The twins, both naked, were standing in the big blue and purple bathroom, holding out a huge towel toward him.
They giggled when they saw the surprise on his face.
"What the hell-"
"We thought you might need some help," Sally said.
"We're very good at drying people off," Sue said, looking a little embarrassed but still game.
"For Crissake-"
They moved closer, wrapping the towel around him and beginning to rub at his damp flesh gently. "I locked the door, you don't have to worry," Sally said. She took his hand and led him out into the bright bedroom. She was using her corner of the towel to 'dry his chest, under his arms. Sue was working on his back, trying to get up enough courage to go down as far as his buttocks.
Sally was less shy. She was eagerly drying his genitals, lifting his cock and sponging at his balls and between his legs. He could feel her warm breath on his flesh, and he could feel the excitement of danger building inside him. They had planned this carefully, known all along that they were going to come to him this way and they knew what they wanted. Christ, it boggled his mind to think of the two of them....
Sue felt her heart pounding as she viewed her uncle's naked body. Last night it had been dark, too dark to really see him and enjoy the beauty of his maleness except by touch. It was thrilling to see his cock hanging over his balls, dormant so far, but beginning to twitch. He liked the idea of seeing the two of them naked this way, she knew. She wished again that her tits were as big as Sally's. Maybe some day they would be, but it didn't seem fair that she bloomed so late and her twin sister so early. She slipped her arms around Jeff's middle and pressed her body to his, her tits at his back under the tight hard muscles of his, shoulder blades, her crotch hard against his firm rounded ass.
"Mmm," she pressed harder to him, rubbing her hands over his belly and feeling his body hair, coarse and curly, sexy. She moved her hands down to the thicker patch of hair above his genitals, watching her own actions in the big mirror on the back of the door. Sally was on her knees in front of him, pretending to dry his legs but spending more time teasing at the tip of his hanging cock. Sue moved her hands to the limp organ and lifted it, holding it lightly and stroking it like she would a kitten. Jeff's eyes went wide in the mirror and Sally giggled and came up, mouth open, to lick the tempting stick her sister held out to her.
It became a game, Sally using no hands and Sue manipulating his prick for the other girl to suck and kiss. Jeff felt his guts tighten with lust. Christ, they were going to both have a go at him. The thought made him shiver, and he sure as hell wasn't cold!
Sally's head bobbed back and forth on his cock. He watched her, fascinated-by the sight of Sue's hands worming around his body and doing the holding. His cock was getting hard now. How could it not? Sally sucked at the tip, trying to bring the cock-head out of the foreskin before it popped out by itself. She drew on the semisoft organ, sometimes missing and having it slide down her chin. When that happened, Sue grabbed it up again and aimed it for her sister.
Jeez Sally murmured softly against his flesh. Sue held the penis in one hand and scootched the other down to play at his balls. He was getting harder by the second now, his belly churning fire as these two little hellcats had their way with him.
Sally felt the cock grow turgid, and she sucked hard as Sue held the column for her. The head popped out and filled her mouth, the column behind it stiffening rapidly and thrusting the tool deep into-her mouth. She slid her lips over the ridge, pulled at it to tease him, licked her tongue along the smooth silky skin that was usually hidden beneath the dormant cockhead and foreskin. She could feel his pulse pounding in the penis, and she knew his balls were rock hard. Sue was playing with them now, she could see her hand massage the twin cores in their hairy nests.
Sally would have smiled if her mouth wasn't so full of his loving cock. After she'd put mom to bed last night when they returned home from the restaurant, Sally had gone to her room to wait for her father. He'd been late, and she was almost asleep when she heard the sound in the hall and jumped up to open her door. It wasn't her father. Sue was creeping down the hall in her nightie, heading for Jeff's door! Needless to say, when Sue went into her uncle's room, Sally was listening at the door minutes after, and hearing plenty. At one point, she tried the door and it wasn't locked, and she slid it open an inch so she could hear better. Jeff was screwing Sue, no doubt about it. Grinning, Sally had gone back to her room to think over the new complication.
Her decision had been based on expediency and experience. She was glad Sue had finally forsaken her crazy morals and was finding out what the hell it was all about. She'd been mooning over the frustration and that dumb Turner Bukner long enough. Hell, Jeff was enough man for plenty of teenage girls." Why couldn't they, share him?
So her plan had been born in the dark of the night, and she'd confronted Sue with it early this morning before they went downstairs. Sue had blushed, stammered but not said no. Sally gave her all morning to think about it and to recall the pleasure her body had known the night before. Then when Jeff had retreated from the pool, Sally informed her sister that the time was ripe. They followed him upstairs and undressed, waiting for him to come out of the shower. Now it was fun time. God, he was big and hard. Much bigger than her father, firmer too. She liked that. She liked the way the stiff cock filled her mouth and made it water. She liked the feel of his hairy balls, and the curve of his ass under them. He was warm and moist, still damp from the shower and smelling slightly of soap.
Jeff felt like his legs were made of rubber. The ecstasy of the twins' play on him had heightened his senses to the point where he could distinguish each hand, each fingertip in motion on his flesh. He could feel each lip, caressing his cock or nibbling at Ms shoulder and the back of his neck. He abandoned himself to the pure pleasure. If he .ejaculated, he knew they'd bring him back again for another round. They wouldn't settle for any quickies today.
His cock swelled and throbbed on Sally's hot tongue. He felt like his belly was an erupting volcano, ready to spill its load of hot lava over anything in its path. His guts rumbled, churned.
"Christ!"
"Mmm, you're hard." Sue rubbed the base of his penis where the solid ramrod jutted from his body. Her fingers twined under it, brushing his balls, feeling them, loving them. She squeezed ever so gently, coaxing.
His semen readied for flight. Boiling oil gurgled in his depths, straining.
"Jeez, I can't hold it!"
"Don't try. Give it to her. Sally wants to drink your come and feel it burn all the way down. She says she-loves drinking come more than anything, Give it to her, Jeff, yes, give it to her." Sue's voice was coaxing at his ear.
Sally's mouth was sucking hard at his dick. Jeff rolled his eyes and arched, pressing hard against Sue's naked body behind him and thrusting his prick to its limits in Sally's mouth. The floodgate opened, burst. His ejaculation spurted and flooded into the kid's throat. She gulped fiercely, swallowing as fast as she could to keep up with the spewing, hot stuff. It was thick and slimy and delicious. Jeff grunted and forced the come to spurt its last dregs. It felt like it was coming from his toes, dragging like a white hot poker through his body and leaving a scar all the way. Sally took every drop of it.
Sally felt the hot spurt and tried to time her breathing to match his thrusts. She was gulping, sweating as she tired to keep up with the powerhouse of semen he was shooting down her throat. She'd drunk her father's come, but it had been much less than this, not as forceful, not as steady. The stuff filled her mouth and throat, threatening to choke off her breath. This man was really something; he could manufacture semen by the barrel. He was really hot with the two of them all over him this way. She knew Sue was watching and listening, jealous and hungry for a taste of the wonderful nectar Sally had described to her. Sue had never sucked off a guy, and she was in for a treat. They'd argued over who was to be first at Uncle Jeff, and Sally had won because she wanted to bring him to fever pitch, set him up for the rest of the day for them. She'd promised her sister that her turn would come later. Jeff would get plenty hard again, and Sue could suck him to her heart's content, make him come, drink his stuff until her belly was full of him. How many times would Jeff be able to come? It would be interesting to find out.
After a long time, Sally slowed down and relaxed, playfully licking the drained cock. It had lost some of its rigidity but it was still firm and game. She looked up.
Sue's eyes were wide and staring in the mirror. Jeff's were closed as he heaved and sighed, catching Ms breath, weak from his mighty orgasm. Sally scrambled to her feet.
"Let's move him to the bed," she said.
Sue nodded, and they backed the dazed man to the bed, letting him down gently and laying him flat. They climbed next to him, one on each side, touching and fondling him, tracing sensuous paths along his flesh. For a long time he lay with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.
Jeff couldn't have resisted if he had wanted to, and he didn't want to! He let them push him back to the bed, lay him down. There was little starch in him at the moment, and he was content to enjoy their gentle touches. Couple of little hellions, but they were cute. Let them do what they would, he was game for anything. He wondered how sure they were that they would be alone all day. Had Edythe gone somewhere that, the twins could be sure she wouldn't come home from unexpectedly? He sure as hell hoped so. The idea of spending the afternoon with these two loving little twats was growing more and more pleasant.
He had come out of the daze his coming had put him in. He was alive enough now to feel the distinct pleasure as the two girls played with him. He opened his eyes a slit to watch. They were leaning over his torso, heads bent in concentration on his genitals. Their hands were exploring, touching, caressing. Fingers danced along his cock, across his balls and under them. A fingertip traced the lines and ridges of the loose flesh, and another darted along the crack of his ass.
Jeff sighed and reached for young girl flesh, hands groping, one hand finding each of the twins. They cuddled closer, splaying legs upward so he could feel rounded buttocks, warm junctures between sleek thighs. Even without looking, he could distinguish Sally's hairy, more fully developed cunt from her sister's. Sue had a sparse layer of hair, a less prominent mound where her pelvic bones met. He tickled a finger into each hidden valley and felt the girls squirm and moan softly.
"Spread your legs," he told them.
They did so, willingly. His fingers moved into the wet canyon between the hills, finding hidden labia beneath the vulva, finding warmth and welcome, eager young cunts and clitorises. He wagged his ringers at the tiny passion triggers and felt the immediate response in both bodies. Sally's was more pronounced, more practiced. She wiggled her ass and forced her cunt onto his stabbing finger, tightening her vaginal muscles to coax him in. Sue lay tense, almost breathless, savoring the excitement the foreplay gave her. She was remembering last night, how hot he'd made her this way, then the glory of her first fucking. She was not yet aware that her body could reach summits of pleasure in many ways, but Jeff suspected she was willing to learn very rapidly.
He stabbed his forefinger into her wet, juicy pussy, hooking his thumb on her budding clitoris and not releasing any of his playful pressure on it. He dug the finger inside her pussy, rubbing the wet walls, probing the luscious depths, driving the baby cunt wild.
"Oh, Lord...." Sue almost fainted with joy.
Sally looked at her sister and smiled knowingly. "Here, put his cock in your mouth and let him make you come." She rolled Jeff slightly so that his cock was closer to Sue. The other girl took it, half starved for the taste of it and half dazed with the surging sensations her body was experiencing. She closed her mouth around the semi-rigid organ, surprised at the quick jolt of hardness it underwent. Then she began to move on him the way Sally had done earlier, sucking the cock into her hot mouth, feeling the length of the love organ with her lips and tongue, pushing and pulling the foreskin, the ridge, the silky delicious head. No wonder Sally had been ecstatic. The cock was fantastic and exciting in her mouth. Sue shivered and sucked him harder, bouncing her head and mouth at him in time to his stabbing finger in her cunt. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, a raging brush fire that would soon be out of control. Her belly ached with need, yet it was vastly different from the need she'd known with Turner, a need that found no fulfillment. With Jeff she knew she'd reach wondrous heights of glory, catapult into another orgasm such as she'd had last night. How? When?
Oh, God, now!! Her body erupted in a mass of flames, searing her flesh, washing through her and radiating in every limb. She fell upon his prick, sinking it into her throat and sobbing her delight onto it with a loving tongue. It was beyond her to try to please him at the same time; she was too caught in the flaming orgasm that filled her, too bent on taking all she could get.
Jeff grinned, knowing what was happening. He glanced at Sally, and she was looking from one to the other of them. Her tongue nicked over her lips as she listened to the whimpering sounds of delight her sister was making, and her eyes glittered with her own excitement as she looked at Jeff. It made him horny as hell seeing her look at him that way, and all the time having the other one gobbling at his cock as though she was ready to swallow it. Sue's young slim body arched and stiffened as the orgasm shot through her like a jolt of high power voltage. Then she began humping, flailing beside Mm and trying to pace herself to his fucking fingers. She didn't want to lose a single beat of the lusty play in her cunt. It was a hell of a long time before she fell back to the bed and lay panting, letting go of Ms cock for the simple expediency of breathing.
Sally grinned, and licked her lips, moving closer to Jeff and spreading her legs. "Eat my pussy," she whispered. "Oh, God, eat me!"
She scissored her legs around him, clamping her thighs to his head and pushing her cunt right up to his face. He flicked his tongue at the loose, wet folds his fingers had been handling, spread them, sucked up her hot love juice. Then he pried her open with his fingers while he licked inside her labia minora, and the kid could hardly stay still. She was crawling over him, her ass in the air, her face at his crotch, kissing and licking his belly, his cock and his balls. Her hands were wild animals, seeking his passion. His belly churned with a brand new fire and she was breathing it into him. She pressed her face between his legs and began to lick the crevice of his ass.
All the while he had that delicious cunt to eat. His tongue stabbed and speared, drinking up her stuff, lapping all .he wanted. From time to time he found her clitoris with it and played until she wiggled and humped on his head. She smelled sweet and sexy, exciting and all female. He buried his face in the charming snatch. He could feel her tits firm and pressing on his belly, her hard nipples surging at his flesh. She moved steadily, never-still, constantly exciting. Her ass was a mountain over his head, and he could only see an outline of it when she moved certain ways. Even that was exciting.
Where was the other one? Still recovering from her ordeal of orgasm?
Sue was alert, watching her sister and learning technique. Sally wasn't the least bit shy about going after the man. Lord, look at what she was doing, licking right up to his ass, kissing every inch of maleness at his crotch. Despite the total satisfaction she had experienced, Sue was beginning to feel new heat stir in her belly. Sally had been right, it could be a hell of a lot of fun to play sex games for hours on end! Lord, what she'd been missing all these years. Imagine staying a virgin until she was fifteen! A freak! It had been worth it, though, if for nothing else but to have let her skilled uncle part her virgin veil and teach her to love.
"Mmmm, uuummm," Sally was murmuring all over the hard cock and balls, lavishing them with love and licking them for any traces of come stuff. She loved the smell of him, the strong male odor that excited her so much. He was eating her pussy, driving her wild with desire and lust. Her clitoris was sending urgent messages throughout her body, warning her, promising a heady climax of passion, She was going to come.
She lifted her ass, gave him free rein at her pussy, sucked his cock. Her lips were urgent on his tool, telling him she was ready. Then she was coming, violently and fully, soaring to heavenly pinnacles, losing her mind. His cock was rock hard in her loving mouth but he did not come, he only tempted and added to the intensity of her pleasure.
When her orgasm waned, Sally crept off him. She motioned Sue to take her place. "Let him eat your cunt, it'll send you out of your mind!"
"I just came!" The idea startled Sue.
"So what? Come again!" Sally motioned her to straddle Jeff.
Giggling, Sue climbed aboard. Jeff grinned at her and fondled her ass as she came down hesitantly.
"Get down here where I can reach you. Atta girl, spread 'em wide, let me at that golden, wet pussy."
"Oh, God, Uncle Jeff-"
She came down into range then, and his hungry mouth attacked her cunt with vigor. His tongue and chin scraped her trigger of passion and she was surprised at the quick response he elicited from her body. She was getting hot all over again, wanting him, wanting to come, again and again and again....
She had no trouble getting the beat of his movement in her and matching it with hot wet kisses on his crotch. His hair was damp and smelted sexy, exciting her further. She began to lick near his ass as her sister had done, exploring ahead of her tongue with her fingers. He tightened his buttocks on her fingertip, and she knew he liked what she was doing. She liked it too, and she did it some more, spearing her tongue along the tight slit and trying to pry the spheres apart. He raised his knees and hips slightly, turning to help her. Then she found the tiny puckered drawstring of his asshole, and a heady fire filled her. She tongued the hole, tasting new heat from him, feeling him relax and let her have her way. His body was quivering in time with her own and she knew she was exciting him too. Her tongue ringed his asshole.
"Yeah, oh wow, go to it, Sue, rim his asshole," Sally said, whispering close to Sue's head. She had worked herself around, almost under Jeff's legs to watch the sexy action.
Sue didn't stop what she was doing to worry about her sister. She had found something tantalizing and delicious, something very sexy and very demanding. She probed at the tiny muscle, trying to force it open, reaching deeply at his body to effect an entrance. It was difficult, but she did it. She finally forced her tongue right into the hot anal canal!
He liked it. It made him so fucking hot he told her so with increased activity in her cunt and on her trigger. The more he played the hotter, she got, and the hotter she got the more she stabbed her oral organ into his asshole. Jeez, man, she was coming! He could feel the quick flood of come from her depths surge and dribble around his sucking, gobbling mouth. He couldn't drink fast enough to keep up with the coming chick who was shoving her tongue right into him. He felt like his balls would split. Still he didn't come. He was saving his big one for one of the young twats, a hot pussy to love him and take his stuff. He wished to hell there was some way he could fuck both of them at the same time!
Again, Sue lay limp and spent, drained as her orgasm shook her. She lay panting on him, her face still pressed to his ass, his warmth still meeting her along the length of her body. Her boobs were sunken against his cock and balls, and they felt very hot.
She had to rest, at least for a couple of minutes. Sighing, she rolled off and flopped down on the bed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeff felt renewed, fully alive and raring to go. He'd made both of them come with cunnilingus, and his cock was hard and jutting, ready for some cunt now. He raised his head and looked at Sally. She was already crawling up toward him, her eyes eager and her tongue flicking back and forth as though still tasting his come.
"Climb on, baby, take a ride."
"Umm, yes. Move over a little, Sue." Sally was crawling over his belly, sliding back toward his crotch. His cock stabbed into the air, searching for a warm haven. Sally spread her legs, used her hands to spread her cunt wide and then lower herself onto the flagpole of his lust. She was wet and hot and silky.
Her cunt was dripping again, newly wet in spite of the fact he'd licked her clean only minutes before. She was a hot little "number, sexier than a hell of a lot of women he'd known in his time. He'd completely forgotten any problems he'd had before arriving at this lovely house of love, finding these two delectable creatures who brought his body alive and on fire. He could come forever with them, no doubt about it!
She came down on the, tool, sliding it into her pussy and sighing with pleasure as the thick, heavy column filled her. He felt the wet walls of her cunt caress him, hug him tight. She was sitting bolt upright on it.
She grinned. "Feels great, so big and hard."
"Fuck it a little." He twitched inside her and she giggled again.
"What did you think I was gonna do sitting here?" She leaned forward, letting the woman tits fall and sway from her girl body. She bent close enough so they rubbed on his chest and she moved her ass in slow tempo on his crotch. His dick poked hard into the end of her cunt, trying to spear a hole for further passage.
Sally rolled her eyes in ecstasy. "Wow, I mean, like that's way in!" She moved a bit faster, still trying to keep her boobs flopping on his naked flesh and doing a damned good job of it. She was wet and sexy but not at explosion level, and he liked that. It meant they could screw for awhile and it would stay good. Maybe he could send her off this way and still keep his load of come for the other twin. Let this one bring him to a rolling boil, then grab the other ass and sit her on his piece, let her take off his rocks.
Watch it, he cautioned himself. A few thoughts like that and he'd be so fucking hot he wouldn't be able to hold his wad at all!
"I like fucking you," Sally said, her eyes wide and her face a mask of sensuous pleasure. Looking up at her this way, she looked all woman, no child. Her hairy cunt was rubbing hard against his crotch hair, mingling with it and tangling and pulling to add to their excitement. His balls and ass were wet; he didn't know if it was from all the fellatio the two girls had performed or if Sally's cunt juice was dribbling all over him. Either way he liked the feeling and it made him hotter.
His guts were churning, gurgling deep hi his genitals and giving him heat. He grabbed Sally's hips and urged her to faster motions on his dick. She was slightly dazed now, full pleasure growing again in her young, unquenchable fiery pussy.
"Ooohhh, yesss, I like that." She bobbed her head and bit her tongue, the pink tip poking between her perfect white teeth. "I like it."
"Gonna come?"
"Soon."
"You're wet."
"God, yes. I'm so fucking hot. Ohhh, Jeff, it's wonderful so good, sooo goooooddd!!"
"Fill up, baby, this fountain's got plenty." He urged her slim body faster and faster on his rigid, stabbing column of flesh. He was buried in the deep cavern of her cunt, filling her, spreading her wide, exciting her and precipitating another orgasm. He saw it coming.
She felt it. "Ooohhh, yyyeeesss, harder, harder, don't stop, God, don't stop!!!" Her belly was molten steel, white hot and ready to spill all over the poker stabbing into her. She felt the sudden tightening of her nerves, the tautness of her muscles then the warm sudden relief as she flipped into another heady climax. Huge shockwaves of delight raced through her belly, down her legs. Her clitoris tingled, screamed and shook her violently.
"God! NOW!!! NOW!!!"
He hugged her and shoved her, driving her onto the impaling stake of his body. It would have been easy to come with her, but he held it back. He could see Sue, wide-eyed and panting, watching her sister's orgasm and wanting the same. Jeff wanted to feel Sue's hot, near virgin cunt on his cock again, wanted to feel her come with him. He wanted to see what he hadn't seen last night because it was so damned dark. He wanted to see the pure ecstasy of Sue's initiation into the rites of womanhood.
He arched, hung onto Sally's jumping body as she arched her back and drove his cock as deeply as-he could into her hot vaginal canal. Then she fell forward, raking the base of the stiff ramrod cock against her clitoris, finalizing her own climax to its fullest. Even when it was over, she kept dragging at the hard prick, trying to take away his load. He held it with a great deal of effort.
Sally was shivering with the orgasm that filled her. He hadn't come, she knew he hadn't. There had been no hot spurt of his come into her fiery tunnel of love, no answering juicy wetness to her own outpouring. She knew what he was doing, and she didn't care. Nothing mattered but the total lusty "pleasure that filled her. She took all she wanted from the organ of joy pealing in her. When she was sated, she lifted her head and looked at him.
He tore his glance from Sue who was crouched, holding her belly and licking her lips. Sally grinned and scrambled off the delightful hard prick, making room for her sister.
That was what he wanted. He grunted. "Get on."
Numb, Sue moved over him, looking down at the wet rod jutting out for her pussy. She leaned on her hands and she let him put it in her, pulling her down when he'd inserted the slimy tip and forcing his entry with her weight on him.
He was all the way in; Deep, hard, all the way. She felt-ready to split open with the strength of him, but she knew she wouldn't. She knew he would carry her to delightful peaks of glory, please her as he had done with his tongue and as he had done last night when he made his first entry into her cunt. She was going to come, she knew. It was even better this way, with her on top. It forced him even deeper, if that was possible, and it kept the pressure on her clitoris firm and unyielding. Already she could feel the tingling pleasure of her sexiness.
"Fuck me, baby. Move that lovely little ass of yours back and forth and take all you want. I'm hot and ready any time you are. I'm gonna wait for you, come with you. Just give the word."
He held her ass as he had Sally's, coaxing her to motion and guiding her actions. Her little tits jiggled and weren't big enough to bounce, but he got a hell of a thrill seeing them. He liked her little tits, liked them a hell of a lot. Later he'd suck them, sate his taste buds with her nectar. He watched the nipples rise from their tiny pink pools and thrust forward, lusting as her cunt was lusting around his prick. She was very hot now, very wet. New stickiness eased along Ms flesh where they were joined.
"Good?"
"Ummm, very good."
"Can you feel him all the way up there?" Sally said, watching with glee.
"God, yes, it feels like he's stabbing holes in my belly!"
"I like it. I like it hard!" Sally could barely contain herself. "Oh, God, Jeff, hold me, put your hand on my cunt and let me have some fun while the two of you do it!" Sally wiggled around until her cunt was wide open right near his hand. He groped blindly and Sally grabbed his hand and shoved it into the slimy wetness of her body. His fingers dug at the, folds of flesh, found the entrance, and began to drill into her. She gasped and watched him, watched his hand slip in and out of sight in her cunt.
"Yess, that's the way," she whispered.
He was barely aware of his hand keeping her busy. He was caught up in problems of his own, very nice problems concerning a hot, hugging cunt that was driving his boiling point up steadily. Sue had the hang of it now and he now longer had to help her move on him. Age-old feminine instinct had flooded the child, and she was thrashing at him, slipping and sliding back and forth on his heavy equipment like she was riding a bucking bronco. She felt like fire in there, loving caressing fire that was going to detonate his load of dynamite.
"Yeah, Christ, yeah." He grinned at her.
"I know. I-" She gasped and threw back her head. Her tiny tits strained forward, the nipples turgid and jutting. Her face twisted and she gasped harshly.
He felt the sudden contraction of her cunt that warned of her readiness. He was ready too. They would come together as he'd promised.
"Now, baby, give it to me now. I'm shooting off my load in about three seconds. You're going to get it all, every goddam fucking drop of it. Here it comes!"
He felt the first hot surge, the burning sensation, then the quick rash of relief as his ejaculation shot into her. She felt the hot spurt, and it triggered her own come, lighting a fire she could not control. Her clitoris throbbed, exploded into fireworks, shooting off sparks and burning paths of joy through her belly and down her legs. It was even better than last night, better than that first come that she thought could never be surpassed. Her breasts ached with the violence of it, her cunt exploded into hot, dripping orgasm.
Sue was moaning and whimpering, still riding the poking prick, still feeling the hot mixture of his come and hers churned to froth inside her cunt. Her body was warm, sleek with sweat, and her heart was pounding like a hammer. Tears were rolling down her cheeks from the sheer ecstasy.
Jeff watched her, pleased with himself at teaching her so well and pleased with her for making him come so damned good. His cock was drained, already losing some of its stiffness. He felt like he'd run a hell of a long race and come out the victor. He waited for Sue to stop thrashing, then pulled her down across his chest and held her in his arms. She couldn't stop crying, and her tears dripped on his naked shoulder and mingled with his honest sweat.
He patted her head, ran his hand down her naked back and stroked her slim rounded ass. "It's okay, baby, it's okay."
"God, I never saw anyone come like that!" Sally leaned over her sister's shoulder and grinned at Jeff.
"Yeah, she really made it big."
Sue was still trying to choke off her sobs and not succeeding. Her warm flesh pressed to Jeff, and she sought the comfort of his nearness. It was true, what they said. Her orgasm "had been so tremendous, so complete, the girl didn't know if she'd ever move again. She cared less. She was content to lie in Jeff's arms and let him pet her forever.
After a long time, he sighed and lifted her head, forcing her to look at him. "You okay, Sue?"
She nodded. "Wonderful. It was so good, I never dreamed-"
"Sure baby, but our come is beginning to drip out all over the bed. We'd better get up and clean off a bit"
She felt her face flame. She scrambled up quickly, smiling at Sally's knowing look, then darted for the bathroom and a wash cloth. Sally grinned at Jeff and handed him some tissues she'd pulled from the box on the headboard of the bed. He mopped himself and tossed the tissues into the basket near the dresser. Then he reached for a pack and shook out a cigarette.
"Give me one," Sally said.
Laughing, he handed her one and held a lighter to it for her before lighting his own. He inhaled deeply and lay back, arm cradled under his head. Sally sat cross-legged near him, her tits hanging loose and looking very tempting.
"You're some kid," he said, blowing smoke.
"That good or bad?" She took a long drag on the cigarette.
"Good, damned good. And you know it."
She shrugged and the tits bounced and jiggled. She laughed softly as she caught his quick glance at them. Then she moved closer, leaning and draping herself on his chest so the-woman-sized boobs rested on his naked flesh, only inches from his face. He fingered one nipple gently, then lifted his head a bit and took it in his mouth. He sucked playfully for several seconds before he lay back.
"I like that," she said.
"You like anything horny."
She laughed again. "Yeah, maybe I do. I haven't heard you complain."
"I never will, not with two little nymphos like you and your twin sister, A man would be crazy to refuse such an offer." He kissed the nearest nipple and turned so he could inhale smoke again.
"Was it good with two of us?"
"You'd better believe it, baby."
"I got excited watching you and Sue."
"It usually works that way."
Sue returned from the bathroom and joined them on the bed. She'd gotten over her temporary embarrassment and her eyes were shining.
"Like it?" he asked her.
She nodded quickly.
"Well, I did too, but that doesn't mean we don't have to do some talking."
"About what?" Sue sounded worried all of a sudden. Sally merely smoked and watched him through the haze.
"Sex. Look, we're playing with fire, you know that."
"You mean because we're only fifteen?"
"That, and the fact that I'm your uncle. Some people would frown upon these kinds of games."
"No one will know."
"We have to make damned sure of that! Like, suppose your mother came home and found the three of us closeted in my room? What do you think she'd say? She'd jump to conclusions-and she'd be right! There'd be all hell to pay."
"She isn't going to come home and surprise us."
"How can you be sure? She came home early yesterday when you didn't expect her."
"Her boyfriend got tied up. I found out about it last night when I tucked her in. She was smashed out of her mind and babbling all over the place. Seems they had a date and he couldn't get away from his wife!" Sally giggled as though that were very funny. "Mom made him promise to spend the whole day with her today. They're probably balling right this minute, so you don't have to worry about her."
"Okay, suppose your father came home from the office? He'd kill me!"
Sally looked away, her face thoughtful. "No, I don't think he would."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. He just wouldn't, that's all."
Jeff sighed. There was no point in arguing with her. She had closed her mind to logic and 'she wasn't about to open it. Still, the whole deal bothered him more than a little, in spite of how much he enjoyed the sex play and the multi-orgasms the two gave him. It would be nice to spend the rest of the summer with them, having his fill before returning to his own life.
Sally reached for the ashtray and stubbed out her butt. "Okay, enough serious talk. Now I'm going to show you what I've been learning."
"What?" He tried to sit up and she pushed him back with force.
"Relax. I've been reading a book on sensual massage. I want to try it on you."
"Shit, I need sensual massage like I need another prick!"
They all giggled at that. Come to think of it, another prick would come in mighty handy!
"Tell you what," he said. "Let's take a shower and get cleaned up. Then we'll try your sensual massage. I feel pretty sticky and hot right now."
"How?" Sally leered playfully.
"Little vixen." He slapped her ass and she rolled away laughing.
Sue was already on her feet, heading for the bathroom. "I'll turn on the water."
Sally slid off the bed and held her hand out to Jeff, who quickly stubbed out his cigarette arid let her pull him to his feet. She embraced him, pressing her naked torso to his and holding her lips up for a kiss.
"Think we'll all fit in the shower together?" she asked.
"Only one way to find out." He kissed her again and they walked arm in arm to the bathroom.
CHAPTER NINE
Sue already had the water warm and was huddled under the spray as Jeff stepped into the stall. Sally entered immediately behind him, and they squeezed together. It was crowded, but in a delightful way. Two naked young bodies pressing against his was not Jeff's idea of something to complain about. Giggling and laughing, the twins scrubbed him clean, spending plenty of time at his firm legs and heavy genitals, arguing and fighting over who would wash what.
Jeff grinned and reached out for a tit with each hand. Sue's small one fit his palm like a soft ball; Sally's much larger one overflowed and refused to be contained. He worked both of them simultaneously, enjoying the soft yet firm flesh and feeling the nipples respond to his play. Sue looked up at him with a dazed expression, her lips parted and her breath shallow. She hadn't yet gotten used to the idea that he could turn her on so fast.
"My turn to wash you," he told her.
She nodded and handed him the bar of soap she'd been using. He lathered his hand and began to rub her torso, covering her tits and belly with lather and pressing her back against the wall out of the direct spray. Sally moved around behind him, reaching around his hips to continue to work at his cock and balls. She was on her knees, wet face pressed to his wet ass, her eager hands spreading suds and joy along his penis.
"Spread your legs," he told Sue.
She moved like an obedient child, bracing herself against the smooth tile and pressing her hands to the wall for support as she widened the gap between her feet. Jeff soaped his hand well and pushed it into her dripping, hairy crotch. She sighed, watching him intently. He rubbed the soap at her cunt, delving between the folds and up inside her with slippery fingers. She sucked air into her lungs sharply in surprise.
"Oohhh."
"Hurt?"
She shook her head and water showered from her wet hair. "No, it feels good."
He grinned and wallowed around in her cunt for awhile. She was an eager little beaver, and it delighted him to tease and tempt her almost as much as it did to fuck her. God, what a cunt! He took the bar of soap and gripped it in his fingers, digging his nails into it for a good hold. Then he shoved it at her cunt and began fucking her with it.
She whimpered, her eyes went wide, and her tongue flicked over her lips.
"Good." She was already breathless. He knew he was hitting her clitoris, exciting her all over again. He wasn't doing so bad himself. Sally was really going at his cock, shoving her head between Sue's and his bodies and cupping water to rinse the soap from the slippery organ. She had the beginning of a new hard-on, and she was going to suck him to an erection. Christ, she was-a hot little mouth. She could suck him any time. He thought again of the way she'd gone down on him before, and his cock jerked with a spasm of anticipation.
Sally felt the first burgeoning of the sex organ and began to rinse the soap from it. Under the flow of the slow running cool water, she was hot and tingly, wanting more sex play. She could spend hours at it and never get tired. Especially with Jeff. Lord, he was really something, a fucking uncle that knew a dozen ways to please her!
She had the soap suds rinsed from him then, and she squirmed her way between him and her sister. He was fucking her with a hunk of soap! Mmm, that looked good, and from the expression on Sue's face it was! Sally w-edged herself between them without blocking the action. Then she set to work with Ms prick, stroking it, making sure all traces of soap were gone, then lifting it to her mouth and fondling it with her tongue. It was already at half mast, but the lovely satin head was still hidden under the wrapping of foreskin. She poked for it with a fingertip, then with her tongue, licking and trying to stretch the noose of loose skin open to find the treasure. His body jerked and the cock-swelled. She felt the head go hard under her tongue. It began to push out of hiding and she tried to force it back with her tongue, playing a game that delighted both of them. She shoved and probed, but his excitement was too strong now, and the prick was swelling rapidly, forcing out of the sheath and filling her mouth. She grinned and began to suck him with measured strokes. She reached up with a hand and found his balls to love. They were growing too, filling as his passion grew-God, she loved men's bodies! Such wonderful equipment, such force and strength, such potential pleasure. She thanked God she was a woman and able to receive the wonderful offering of cocks within her! She thought about a book she'd read that told how a man could fuck a woman's asshole. Had Jeff ever done that? Probably. He was plenty experienced at every kind of sex, it seemed. Would he fuck her asshole if she asked him? Lord, the thought of that big ramrod cock going up her back door made her shiver all over.
She pushed her face at him, burying his prick deep in her hungry mouth and lavishing it with licking and kisses. She pressed her face into his wet pubic hair, fondled his heavy hanging balls. Without really thinking about it, she ran her hand between his legs and up the crack of his ass. He'd liked it before'....
She found the tiny pucker of his asshole and played at it, trying to tell him what she wanted. He tensed, rammed his cock into her mouth. She knew he was still fucking Sue with that slippery wet bar of soap, and it excited her. Her own cunt wanted to feel it.
Jeff screwed the soap into Sue's pussy and dug it around. The kid was ecstatic, half unconscious with the new pleasure he was giving her, leaning against the tiled wall oblivious to the rest of the world. Over and over she kept murmuring, "Ohhh, yes, yesss, yesss...."
She wasn't coming, just riding along the waves of pleasure and feeling the myriad sensations her body had so recently discovered. Sue watched the man through half-closed eyes, aware of his nearness and his sexiness, of her own need. She was delirious with joy, wanting anything he did. When he first shoved the soap bar into her, it had stung, burning her inflamed, swollen sex tissues, but now it was heady and exciting. Her body had tapped a new well of need and was pouring out love juice to soothe her feminine flesh. She was sexy, she wanted him to play with her forever. The buildup was only beginning, and eventually he would bring her to orgasm again. It would be good, like it had been before.
Jeff was going crazy. Sally was going down on him hard now, and at the same time her finger was rubbing and poking in his asshole and driving him up the wall. Jeez, he was hot, his guts churning and burning, trying to bring up a new load for these screwing young chicks. It would take him awhile. How much did they want?
His cock was hard and slippery with her spit. Sally let go and jumped up, the-water cascading over her head and face for a moment as she leaned close to Jeff, "Ummm, I want you to fuck my asshole. Please? Put that lovely big dick up my rear gate and let me feel what it's like."
"What the-" He stared at her, unable to believe his ears. He'd fucked asshole a couple of times with Rhoda but it had always been because he insisted, She'd never liked it, always claimed it hurt too much, and she'd discouraged him from asking again. Now, this kid, fifteen, was begging for it. Had she ever had it?
"You know what you're asking?" He peered at her through the mist of the shower spray.
"Mmm, yes, please...." She turned to the wall and pressed into a corner, leaning forward and presenting her lovely wet, round girl ass to him.
Sue stared, shocked and anxious to see what would happen. If Sally liked it, maybe she would too.
Jeff looked from one to the other of them. Sue nodded and shrank back to give him room to approach her sister. Jeff grabbed the soap and re-lathered his cock, smearing a thick slime of soap along it and then pushing against Sally's ass. He spread her buttocks with his hands, felt for the anal opening with a fingertip. When he found it, he steered his sex organ toward it, pressing between her golden spheres and feeling his cockhead flatten on her body. She was tight, so goddam tight. He took a deep breath and pushed again.
She knew how to do it. She was panting through her mouth like a puppy, relaxing her body muscles and letting him get in. His cock head squeezed into the tight drawstring, then popped into the hot, hugging canal.
"OOOHHH!!!"
"Uuumm, yes."
His head bobbed but she was breathless with the new excitement that filled her so quickly. She'd never had anything like it before. It felt like his cock was spearing through her, digging right into her cunt and making it sexy. The pressure was almost unbearable-almost but not quite!
Jeff sank the shaft as far as he could into her body. He grabbed her around the middle, pulling himself to her and hanging in there. He moved his hands down her streaming, naked belly and found her crotch. Wet hair, wet cunt folds. He shoved his fingers up and opened her wide so he could finger her while he fucked her asshole. Lovely tight, hot asshole. Christ, it felt like the tunnel was squeezing in on him, pulling oft anything he had to offer. He stroked hi her, moving gently so he wouldn't rip her apart but shafting her hard enough so they both liked it plenty. She was moaning and panting like an animal, a bitch in heat. She was going to come, no doubt about it!
She screamed. He slammed it into her, feeling her anal canal close around him in a violent spasm, feeling the pressure as her body tried its damnedest to expel the pile-driving cock and failed. She was crying and moaning, twisting and falling against the wall as he finished her off with his hands and cock. When it was over, he was still hard and she was whimpering like a baby. He pulled out and turned to Sue.
Without a word, she turned to the wall and began panting to relax the way her sister had done. Jeff turned to her ass, spread it and found the tiny tight opening and forced his cock into it. He was in in seconds, not cooling off from one asshole to the other, and he was fucking her hard, his hands around her and up inside her twat. He was crazy with white heat now, his guts burning and ready to explode a hot load of double joy juice.
Sue gasped at the first pain but had time to do little else. He wasn't being gentle with her as he had been with Sally. It was like being raped, a hard jabbing prick that threatened to rip her open. The pain gave way quickly to pleasure, hot and searing, exciting. His hands at her vagina were loving the hot spots that aroused her, and there was no way she could control the hot flood of emotion that raced through her, nor did she want to. She wanted him to fuck her hard, make her come again the way he'd done to Sally. He would, she knew.
He knew it too. Only there would be one big difference this time. He was going to come right with her. He was going to shoot off a hot load of come into the tight hugging asshole. He was going to give her enough for both of them, fill her to overflowing. Give her all he had.
"Jeez, here it comes, kid, here it comes!!!" He slammed into her, driving her against the wall and shoving his tool to the hilt, forcing his crotch between the buttocks and his cock out of sight. The hot juicy semen spurted like a geyser, bubbling and boiling inside her anal canal, draining him and leaving him gasping.
Sue felt the first hot touch of his stuff. It triggered her own orgasm immediately. It was as though he was plugged into every nerve socket in her body. She screamed, burying her face in her arms and letting her tears mingle with the water that dripped from her hair and face. Jeff huffed and stilled his movements into her. God, he'd been rough without meaning to. He hoped to hell he hadn't hurt her. He'd gotten so damned hot everything else just went out of focus for awhile.
He took a deep breath and pulled out of her asshole. His cock was drooping already, drained of everything it had. He fell against the wall in back of him and sucked air into his lungs.
Sally grinned and came to him, her hands gentle, washing Turn, caressing him. He was too weak to protest or even help her.
Sue was dazed and limp. The violence of her orgasm had shaken her completely, leaving her shivering and weak. She turned and water ran down her shivering body, over her head. She closed her eyes and held her face up to it.
"Christ." Jeff looked at both of them.
Sally continued to clean his cock, rubbing it with both hands gently. She brushed her tits across his chest as though the mere touch of his flesh to hers was pleasant. He smiled and watched her dreamily.
When she was finished, she turned the shower head so the spray rinsed him. He was finally feeling half-alive again. He cupped water and tossed it over his body, rinsing the final traces of soap, then turned and began to wash Sue. She was still weak and docile, letting him clean her without saying a word. She turned obediently when he told her so he could clean her rectum and ass where his come had been forced from her body.
The three stood on the furry blue bathmat and engaged in a mutual drying session. It was gentle and tender, not intended to be erotic yet completely pleasurable. Then, naked, they returned to the bedroom. Sally pulled back the spread and covers to expose fresh sheets, and they lay down, resting in the warm summer air. For a long time they didn't talk. Jeff smoked a couple of cigarettes, his mind blank, his body sated with the sexual pleasures he'd experienced. He was content to drift and let his physical senses hold sway. He'd managed to turn off his conscience, and he was willing to let it stay off for the time being.
CHAPTER TEN
Sally stirred first, sitting up and looking down at her uncle and sister. "How about a swim? I could use one."
Sue nodded, and sat up. She picked up her clothes and began to dress.
"What are you doing that for? No one's home, you can just run to your room and get your suit." Sally grinned at Jeff. "Or we can all go bare-assed. That's always fun."
"Oh, no you don't, young lady. One of your parents could come home. You scared the shit out of me yesterday. There's no sense taking dumb risks. We wear suits."
She giggled and shrugged. "Okay." She got up and scooped up her clothes from the chair where she'd put them and went to the door, pulled it open and walked out, leaving the door open behind her. Jeff swore under his breath and got up quickly, holding the door until Sue scooted past and down the hall. He shut the door and got a swim suit from the cabinet where his sister kept a supply for guests.
Crazy kids. Such a contrast in twins. Nice though.
The swim was refreshing after the sweaty playful session in the bedroom, and they were drying and lounging when Edythe returned. She wasn't alone. A small blonde girl with deep blue eyes stared at Jeff from the doorway.
He sat up, blinking and smiling. "Hi, Edie. Have a good day?"
His sister shrugged. "I had to pick up Judy. Say hello to your uncle Jeff, Judy."
The-child stared, finally said, "Hello."
"Judy? You mean this is the baby?" He remembered the child as little more than a toddler, plump and rosy and very shy. This female standing before him was a young lady,-slim and with the promise of beauty. Her eyes looked too large for her face, like a Keane painting, giving her a wistful expression, a solemnity. "You've certainly grown," Jeff said, and felt foolish the minute the words were out.
Judy seemed not to notice or care. Maybe she was used to dumb remarks by adults.
"She's been at camp for two weeks."
"Two glorious, quiet weeks!" Sally teased.
Judy made a face at her sister, then turned. "I'm hot. I'm going to put my suit on and have a quick swim."
Her mother nodded absently and the child left. Edythe went to the rumpus room bar and fixed herself a drink. Jeff perched on the arm of the leather couch, watching her.
"You want something?" Edythe asked.
"Not right now," he said. She looked good, remarkably rested for the bad night she'd had. Did that mean she'd spent the day with her lover before picking up Judy wherever she had? Sally had claimed that was her plan. Whatever, Edythe looked a hell of a lot better for it. Her lover seemed to agree with her.
He thought about his own day. Sex made a hell of a difference in his life too. He'd come to L.A. nervous and tired and a bit at loose ends, unable to make up his mind about his life or anything else. After only two days, he felt like a new man. Christ, lie was a new man!
He brought his attention back to his sister.
"Have a good day?" she asked.
"Quiet. Just what I needed."
"Good. The twins didn't pester the hell out of you?"
"No, of course not." Quickly, maybe too quickly.
"Why do you ask?"
She shrugged. "Kids can be a pain in the ass if you're not used to them. Just tell them to fuck off if they get on your nerves."
He laughed, more at her choice of words than what she said. If she only knew....
She settled in one of the big chairs with her drink and sighed. "Jeff, remember when we were kids? God, how uncomplicated life was."
"You sound like you got problems."
She sighed. "Doesn't everyone?"
"Sure. Remember me, I'm the kid brother who came running home to big sis when the going got rough."
"Oh, Jeff, I'm sorry. I guess I haven't been much help or comfort to you, have I?" She smiled almost sadly.
"Hey, no sweat. Just having a place to go, a change of scene is what I needed." He realized suddenly it was true. His problems had seemed insurmountable at home, but they had vanished as soon as he got away. Or as soon as he had got laid by a couple of teenage kids!
"I'm glad; You know how fond I am of you, You're welcome here anytime-all the time, if you like."
"Thanks."
They were silent for several minutes, Edythe working at her drink, Jeff watching her. Finally he said, "You seem different somehow, Edie. You worried about something?"
She looked up with a start. "No, what makes you say that?"
He shrugged. "Nothing ominous. I thought maybe you had troubles of some kind. If there's anything I can do to help...."
She watched him over the rim of her glass, seeming to study him and trying to make up her mind. She was just about to say something when Judy came back, dressed in a two piece white swim suit and carrying a towel.
Jeff found himself staring. The child was slim and almost flat, bare bulges to fill out the tiny cups of the suit bra. The skimpy bottom was stark across deeply tanned skin, a flat belly and a tiny ass. He knew he was staring, and he forced himself to look away. Unbidden, a picture of how she might look naked flashed through his brain. It startled him and scared him. What the hell was the matter with him?
Judy barely glanced in his direction as she went out to the patio and dropped her towel on the empty chair between her two older sisters, then poised at the edge of the pool and dived in with a clean motion that barely made waves. The blue water closed over her head and body, cutting off any sight of her until she surfaced at the far end of the pool. She was an excellent swimmer. Jeff watched her as she flashed back and forth with powerful strokes, hair flattened to her head, eyes squinting in the late afternoon sun. She did about four quick laps of the pool, then hoisted herself out of the water-and sat on the edge, combing her hair with her fingers and shaking the water from her hands and face. Jeff was fascinated by every motion.
"Jeff?"
He turned, realizing that Ms sister had been talking to him.
"I said, will you mind terribly if I go out tonight? I half promised some friends-" She looked away and he knew she was lying, but it didn't matter.
"Hell, no. I want to turn hi early and just catch up on sack time. I haven't been sleeping well lately and it's going to take me a week to catch up with myself and get rested." He reached for the pack in his pocket and lit a cigarette. He was worn out from his marathon sex with the two little tigers his sister had spawned. He needed a nice quiet night to relax and give his cock a rest!
"You're sure?"
"Of course I am. Look, I don't want you making any special plans for me, I told you that."
She looked reassured, finished her drink quickly. "Then I think I'll go up and shower and change. Conchita can fix you anything you want for dinner. Just tell her."
"Sure, sure, don't worry about me. What about Larry, is he coming home tonight?"
She frowned. "I don't know. He may have told Sally, he often does. We haven't been really close lately, or maybe you guessed."
"Sort of. It shows. Anything serious?"
She made a move. "Not divorce-serious, if that's what you mean. We've just sort of drifted, you know how it is."
"Yeah, I guess I do. Wanna talk about it?"
She shook her head. "No. We've more or less worked it out and we're going our own ways for awhile. It will give us a different perspective."
"Are you seeing someone else?"
Her head came up suddenly, guilt in her face, "Why do you ask?"
He shrugged. "A guess." Better not to involve Sally, no sense starting trouble.
She chewed at her lip, eying him thoughtfully. "Yes, I am," she said finally. "It's not serious, though, at least not serious enough to make me forget what I've got here. Maybe I'm just at that age where I need to have a man make me feel desirable."
"Sex?"
She nodded and held her hand out for his cigarette, took it and inhaled deeply before passing it back to him. "First and foremost. I need it, I can't help it. Maybe it's just my age or maybe it's just me. I always have enjoyed sex and Larry knows it."
"You mean he doesn't anymore?"
"I didn't say that It's just that he's older and he doesn't seem to be able to keep up with the pace we used to have." She reached for the cigarette again, and Jeff gave it to her and got himself another from the pack. "He hasn't quit enjoying it, he's just slowed down. And I haven't. If anything, I seem to need more than I ever did before. Reassurance, I guess."
Jeff smoked in silence for several moments. Maybe that was similar to his own problem. Had he been seeking reassurance that he was still sexually attractive after the split with Rhoda? The separation and pending divorce had bruised his ego, made him feel that he had somehow failed as a husband, that he had failed sexually. It was possible. He sure as hell had made a fast recovery when he'd got plenty of fucking.
"Larry doesn't mind? Or doesn't he know?" Jeff asked.
She sighed. "I think he does. I get so damned involved, you know how I am." She smiled.
"Sure. Does he care?"
"He seems not to. Matter of fact I suspect he's got something going himself. He's got that look, you know...."
Jeff hadn't noticed, or maybe he hadn't been looking. The only time he'd seen Larry was at breakfast this morning, and Jeff had been too occupied with his own thoughts of the two twin sex kittens who'd welcomed Mm to the household so nicely.
Edythe sat up suddenly, crushing out the cigarette and getting to her feet to set the empty glass on the bar. "I'm going to run then. Steve, my current, has the night open and we're going to make good use of it." She smiled and tilted her head. "Take care of yourself, baby brother."
"Sure, no sweat."
"See you tomorrow. Steve's tied up. Maybe we can do something. Lunch? The club? We can decide later." She wiggled her ringers in a wave and blew him a kiss. "Have fun."
He watched until she was out of .sight up the stairs, then turned to look at the girls on the patio again. Sally was sitting up, stretching as though coming awake like a cat. God, she was incredibly lithe and beautiful. He still found it hard to believe she had introduced him to such pleasures.
The phone on the bar rang and he looked around, startled. The bell cut off on the second peal as someone answered it. A few moments later the Mexican maid appeared from the kitchen, smiling at him shyly and bobbing her head.
"It's for Miss Sally."
"I'll tell her." He crossed to the door and pulled it open. He hadn't realized how cool the air-conditioned house was until the blast of hot, dry air outside washed over him. "Sally! Phone."
She got to her feet in a graceful move and walked toward him. She looked like a bronze goddess and he found himself staring at her gorgeous young, firm tits, barely covered by the scraps of her suit. Incredible.
She smiled and brushed against his arm as she passed, deliberately, he was sure. He smiled and watched her ass wiggle provocatively as she went to the phone and lifted it.
"Yeah?" She cocked her head, listening, thinking over what she heard. "I dunno." A brief silence as she listened again. "Okay, sure, yeah." She hung up and leaned against the bar, turning so the profile of her body showed to its best advantage. "You don't care if I go out awhile tonight?"
Jeff shook his head. "Of course not, why should I?"
She laughed. "That means you're tired!" she mocked in a stage whisper.
He had to laugh, despite her brazenness. He was tired, and it had undoubtedly prompted his quick answer. "Yeah. You're a hell of a lot of female to handle alone, and with your sister, you do an old man in."
"You're not old."
"Old enough. Run along and have fun."
"Okay, see you tomorrow. Try to get some rest." She said it so solemnly that they both burst out laughing. He slapped her ass as she went by and she ran upstairs.
A few minutes later, Sue and Judy came in, Judy with her towel wrapped around her so she wouldn't drip on the floor. Sue said, "I sort of promised Turner I'd see him tonight. I could cancel if-" She blushed.
"No, go out with him. I don't want to upset any plans." He smiled to show her he meant it and really wanted her to see her friends. What had happened between them was something special and great, but neither of them could let it become his or her whole life.
"How about dinner? I'll tell Conchita. Anything special you want?"
He shrugged. "Anything."
She nodded and left, walking down the hall toward the kitchen. Judy was still standing by the door; now she moved past him, glancing at him but saying nothing. She was a strange child, very different from her sisters in most respects. She seemed even shyer than Sue, quiet. Yet there was a certain boldness in her eyes that reminded him of Sally.
"Did you have fun at camp?" he asked her.
She nodded. "Yes, it wasn't bad. I like the mountains."
"That where you were?"
She nodded-again. "Two weeks. I'm glad to be home in a way."
"You get homesick?"
She shrugged looking at him without smiling. "I have to get dressed. See you."
He watched her cross the hall and climb the stairs. She would be a beauty, like her sister. Which one of them would she favor in development? A fast bloomer like Sally, with full heavy breasts at an early age? Or slower like Sue, but very promising? He was surprised but not shocked at his line of thinking. He was wondering what Judy would look like undressed. He found himself with more than an idle curiosity. His initiation into the rites of girl-loving had brought about an awakening he'd never dreamed existed. It pleased him, thrilled him, and the mere thought of knowing another nude young ' body was tempting. She was just a child, and of course he wouldn't do anything about his curiosity. Speculation, pure speculation.
He walked to the bar and fixed himself a drink and carried it upstairs with him as he went to dress.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The three of them ate steak and salad dinners in the small kitchenette off the huge cooking area where Conchita prepared the food. Edythe and Sally had both left, and Jeff and the two other girls enjoyed their meal in near silence. For awhile, Sue got her younger sister talking about what she'd done at camp, and Judy had emerged from her shell to talk with enthusiasm about her adventures. Jeff listened and made a few comments from time to time or asked questions.
Soon after dinner, Sue grabbed a sweater and ran out when a car honked in the driveway. Jeff glimpsed the gawky Turner Bukner as the blue Fiat rolled down the driveway. Conchita came from the rear recesses of the house, dressed now in a yellow cotton skirt and white blouse and sandals.
"Anything, senior, before I leave? This is my night off."
"No, thanks, just fine."
She bobbed and hurried out. He watched at the window as she walked down the long driveway. Was someone picking her up?
He turned back to the quiet living room and picked up a magazine, settling into one of the gold and blue patterned armchairs to read. The house was quiet. He supposed Judy was up in her room; he hadn't seen her since dinner.
He turned the pages listlessly, not really reading or even being able to keep his attention on the articles. He found himself straining and listening for sounds upstairs. He wanted to know what she was doing, where she was.
The room grew dim in the lengthening shadows as the sun went down beyond the ridge of hill surrounding the house. Jeff dropped the magazine and walked to the window to stare out. What was Judy doing?
The thought tempted and tantalized him. He knew it was crazy, wild, and dangerous to let his mind run along the path it was taking, but he seemed unable to halt it. It was one thing to have the twins come to him, almost begging for it, but to approach their kid sister was something else again. No matter how much he wanted to.
You've had all the screwing you need for one day, he told himself. He stared at the dark fringe of trees that bordered the drive. He and Judy were alone in the house. Christ, he could at least talk to her, check on her and make sure she was all right.
Pacified with the weak excuse, he walked through the dark house and went upstairs. There were no lights in the hall and he didn't flip the switch. Somehow, the cover of darkness soothed his thoughts and conscience.
He'd seen the door just to the left of the stairs open and close when Judy went up earlier. Now he knocked softly on the door, holding his breath as Vie listened for an answer.
For a moment, he thought maybe she'd gone out and he hadn't noticed. The house seemed very quiet. Then there was a whisper of sound and the door opened.
Judy stared at him, the same solemn expression on her face. Jeff smiled awkwardly.
"Hi, busy?"
"No, just sitting."
"Not much of a homecoming for you. First night back and everyone takes off for parts unknown."
"I'm used to it."
"Oh? You spend a lot of time alone."
"Yeah. I don't mind though. I have plenty to do."
"Am I bothering you? I just-"
"No, it's okay, I wasn't doing anything, honest." She opened the door and invited him in.
The room was pleasant, a mixture of child and growing girl, with stuffed animals on chests and the bed, pennants on the wall and a bulletin board full of pictures of faces that were vaguely familiar.
Rock stars?
She watched him sit on the small love seat that stood near the window. It was that or the bed, or the chair tucked under the desk in the corner. The soft light of the room softened the shadows on the child's face and she looked less solemn.
"Come here," he said to her.
She walked to him, not the least bit self-conscious, and sat on his lap when he put his hand out to her.
There was a thick lump in his throat and his pulse quickened. "Tell me about camp. Do yon wish you were still there?"
"Not really. I like coming home. School will be starting soon."
"You like school?"
"Sure. Lots to do." She wiggled to a more comfortable position, and Jeff felt the weight of her body press against his cock. The damned thing began to stir in hope.
He laid his hand on her thigh. She was still wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. What was beneath them? A bra? No, he didn't think so. He couldn't tell for sure but there was a looseness to her movements that belied any tight undergarments. That excited him. Her tiny young tits would be warm and soft to touch. Her vulva would be soft and downy, unmarred by pubic hair except in its very earliest stages. The lump in his throat began to swell and he cleared it noisily.
"You got a boyfriend?"
"Naw. Boys are pretty dumb."
A child. "What about men-uncles?"
She looked at him and smiled one of her rare, delightful smiles. "They're okay, at least you are. I like you."
"We hardly know each other."
"I remember the last time you were here."
"You do? For heaven sake, that was years ago, you were just a baby."
She shook her head. "I was five. You used to lift me high in the air and swing me around. I got all dizzy and flushed and I held on so tight. I liked it."
"The getting dizzy or the holding on?"
"Both."
He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, hugging her briefly. She didn't pull away, and he let his arms stay locked around her body, one hand very close to the tiny mound at the front of the tee shirt. She sighed and snuggled to him. "I wish my dad would hold me more."
Jeff let his hand move slightly. The soft hill of youth met his fingers, warmed them, and he closed his hand around her tit. It was like a cluster of cotton balls, almost undetectable but definitely there. He rubbed softly, holding his breath to tune in on any reaction she gave. If she protested in the slightest, he'd retreat fast and cut out.
She didn't. She lay against his chest, letting him feel her, saying nothing.
"Do you tell your dad everything you do?"
"No, we don't talk much."
"How about your mother?"
She shook her head and didn't look up.
He felt daring and brash. "What about your sisters? Do you have girl talk with them?"
"No, they think I'm a baby."
"Are you?"
She looked up with a start. "Of course not. I'm in seventh grade, junior high."
"Quite a young lady, I'd say."
That seemed to please her and the quick flash of anger vanished from her face. "Yeah, I guess."
She glanced down and stared at his hand on her breast. He squeezed slowly, pressing the hidden mound with unmistakable sureness, then releasing and pressing again. She seemed fascinated by the sight and the feel, and she didn't pull away.
Jeff let his other hand drop to her thigh. Her flesh was warm and enticing. He rubbed slowly, moving up to the edge of her shorts and waiting for her to react. She simply watched in silence.
"Will you tell anyone I was here in your room?" he asked.
She hesitated, then said, "No."
"No matter what?"
"No matter what."
God, she was inviting him, almost daring him to do whatever he wanted. She couldn't mistake his intention, and with the sex education kids got in school these days and with the open frankness about sex of at least one of her sisters, the kid had to know the score. Still she wasn't resisting. What the hell more could he ask?
He let his fingers slide under the edge of her shorts and reach up toward the juncture of her slim thighs. She was warm and pleasant, a waiting thrill. His fingers probed, discovered his accuracy in guessing that her cunt hair would be downy and soft, barely forming. He played hi it and watched her face. She was relaxed and interested. He probed a little deeper, slipping into the crevice between the higher mounds of her vulva, locating the wet tissues that lay hidden in the canyon beyond.
Judy sat very still, not moving her legs to spread them and give him more room but not clamping them tight to halt his play. He rubbed into the la-bia, finding the thick folds of feminine flesh and playing them between his fingers erotically. She made a tiny noise then, half delight, half surprise, and her body tensed slightly. He was stimulating her, showing her the potential of her young body. She let her breath out in a sigh.
"I won't hurt you, Judy," he whispered close to her ear, his face buried in her hair.
"I know-"
He did a finger search until her clitoris was under it, then flicked it back and forth. She shivered slightly.
"That makes me feel funny."
"Want me to stop?"
"No." No hesitation that time.
Jeff smiled and slipped his other hand up under her shirt. He had her tit again, mauling it lightly, feeling the tiny nipple like a seed under his hand. He coaxed the tit to cup in his palm and worked at it while his other hand explored the outer regions of her genitals. He didn't want to poke into her, rupture the tight curtains of hymen he knew would guard her virginity. His cock was hardening under her ass, growing rigid at the thought of penetrating another virgin pussy. Sue had been good, Judy would be fantastic. Light, so he could see. He wanted to see everything she had and everything they did together. He wanted to watch his prick slip gently into her twat and open her to the secrets of love.
She squirmed, unable to sit still as her excitement grew. Her breath had quickened, and she looked up at him with those incredible wide eyes and licked her dry lips nervously.
Jeff smiled. "Take off your shirt."
She skinned it over her head and tossed it aside. It was his turn to sigh at the loveliness of her youthful figure. The budding hills of her breasts were just as tempting as any big boobs he'd ever seen, more delectable and inviting. He touched one, then the other, and without removing his hand from her cunt, he bent over and captured one of the baby tits in his mouth. His lips trembled at the feel of the tender flesh, then closed very gently over the tiny tip of the nipple. He sighed and loved the hard little tip with his tongue, savoring the sweet flavor of her warm flesh, the excitement it sent through him.
Judy shivered and her fingers clutched his thigh as he continued to work at her breast with loving care. His hand between her legs was wet as her body began to respond with womanly intuition. Her cunt was lubricating, telling her it was ready for a new experience, an unknown delight.
Jeff raised his face and looked at her. "I won't hurt you, darling, you know that."
"Yes, Uncle Jeff," The words were a soft whisper, a kiss of breath between them.
Smiling, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Carefully, he drew down her shorts and white underpants, pulling them off her legs and dropping them to the floor. He stared at the new wonder unfolding before his eyes.
Her crotch was a golden haze of sunlight, brushed with fine new growth of pubic hair. He lifted one of her knees and spread her legs. The baby cunt opened like a winking eye for his view. Jeff's breath coiled like a hot spring in his chest. The pale vulva opened to pink wet flesh, long erotic folds of her labia majora and the shorter more delicate flaps of the labia minora. Between these, he could just glimpse the treasure hole beyond.
His cock stirred in immediate response, pressing outward against his slacks and seeping a drop of pre-seminal fluid to show the quick readiness he was gaining, the lust and need. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, pushed the pants down and stepped out of them. He bent to remove his shoes, then pulled off his shirt and stood naked before her wondering eyes. Her gaze took in his torso, the thick mat of chest hair, the flat belly with its dark patch of hah-that formed into the triangle above his sex organs. Her gaze became riveted on his hard cock, jutting and oozing even-as she watched. It made him horny just having her look at him.
Very gently, he climbed onto the bed, between her legs. His hands caressed her in constant long strokes, calming any fears she might have, keeping her new desire alive. He grabbed his prick and rubbed it against the thick mound of her vulva, between the hills and along the labia and tiny clitoris. Her eyes went very wide.
Jeff smiled. He pressed the prick head to the tiny opening and played at the heavenly gate for several seconds. She began to whimper and shiver. Smiling, he bent to examine her vagina more closely and saw the curtained doorway almost sealed shut by her hymen. His pulse pounded and Ms cock throbbed.
He bent to her again, cock aimed, hands parting the delightful young pussy to allow his entry. His cockhead touched her wet flesh and they both looked up, catching each other's expressions of-pure delight. She smiled, and Jeff leaned-forward slowly, exerting steady pressure until he could feel the stiff hymen resist him.
"It may hurt for just a second," he told her.
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Ready?"
She nodded again. Then he was pulsing, pushing into her, forcing past the membrane of her virginity. She stifled a cry, covering her mouth with her fist. Then he was in her, and her hand came away. Her mouth formed an O of surprise and delight.
Jeff felt the hot, wrapping, loving, little cunt accept his offering. He was in her, had popped her cherry, and had filled her baby cunt to overflowing. She couldn't even take his whole tool!
He felt like he was ready to explode. He'd never been in a hole so tight and loving. Not even Sue or Sally's asshole! He began to fuck Judy in slow steady rhythm, trying to control the wild fury of passion bubbling inside him. He succeeded for about twenty seconds, then all hell broke loose inside him. His balls seemed to pump semen into his penis. His muscles contracted in desperate need. He moved faster, slamming the hard ramrod cock into the baby hole without regard for its size. Instead of crying out in pain, Judy whimpered with delight and wrapped her legs around his body to ride the crest of the storm of his passion. She was moaning and whimpering, her eyes reflecting the sheer pagan joy that filled her. She was loving every second of it!
Jeff let his tensions go. The stored semen exploded in a violent orgasm, spewing hot joy juice up into her baby tunnel and gurgling and slurping as he kept fucking it into a froth. He felt another spurt, more load than he'd ever come before. The stuff poured out of him. His body was a fire pit of glowing coals, dumping the hot lava into her hugging cunt.
When he was spent, he gasped for air. Judy fell back onto the bed, her arms out-flung, strangled cries of pleasure escaping from her lips like sobs. Her eyes were glazed and happy. She had come too. Just like that, she'd lost her virginity and had her first orgasm all at once.
Jeff pulled out of her very slowly. She turned to look at him.
"Did I hurt you?" he whispered, bending to kiss her lips gently.
"No ... It didn't hurt at all. It was wonderful!" Her eyes glowed.-Smiling, Jeff climbed off the bed. "Come on, I'll show you how to clean up," he told her, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. They walked to the yellow and white bathroom and he showed her what had to be done.
"Uncle Jeff?"
"Yes, Judy?"
"Can we, I mean will we do it again?"
"Would you like to?"
"Ohhh, yes."
He smiled and nodded. "Anytime you want to, darling. I think I'll be staying around the rest of the summer."
She reached out and rubbed her hand over his chest hair, and down to his crotch and sex organs. "I'm glad," she said.
He grinned. "So am I, baby, so am I."
CHAPTER TWELVE
For a long time that night, Jeff lay staring at the muted shadows .on the ceiling of the bedroom, smoking a dozen or so cigarettes in the darkness and listening to the night sounds. His life had certainly changed in the past few days. It was almost as though the old Jeff Clausen never existed. All his marital troubles with Rhoda seemed like a million years ago. Even the sex they'd had-the good and the bad-seemed like long ago.
He stared at the curling smoke in the shadowed room, trying to remember what it had been like with his wife. Was it as good as with the three young girls he'd known these past days? He couldn't believe it ever had been, not even at first, That first time he balled Sally in the pool, he thought it was a freak thing, something that had happened by chance and would never be repeated. But it had been repeated, not only with Sally but with Sue and now with Judy. And each time he'd liked it better and better. Young pussy. Jeez, he'd never imagined anything could be so good. Those three little cunts were so warm and tight-he shivered thinking about them. Was part of the fascination the fact that the girls were also his nieces? Christ no, that was impossible.
Yeah? A fragment of memory came back to him, a glimpse of forgotten childhood. Edythe had always been mature for her age and the fact that she was several years older than Jeff made her quite grown up in his eyes. She'd matured early, he remembered that only too well. He recalled noticing the budding tits under her sweaters, the whispered consultations she'd had with ma about girl stuff, and how all of a sudden she didn't seem like a kid anymore. It made him wonder about a lot of things-and it made him curious enough to peek through the crack of her bedroom door one night when the folks were gone and she was getting ready to go out with some of her girl friends.
She was dressing, or getting ready to. Standing in front of the big mirror on the back of her bathroom door, she'd dropped the towel wrapped around her and stood naked looking at herself. Jeff stared as she examined her breasts, small soft peaks that were capped with the dark circles of the nipples. She lifted them, cupped them in her hands and tried to bulge them bigger than they were. She ran her fingertips over the nipples, playing with herself until the tips surged out and looked hard. Her eyes were shining and bright, like she was enjoying it a lot, and her lips were parted so that she could flick a pink tongue over them from time to time.
Jeff had to be careful at the door so she wouldn't hear his hard breathing. He'd seen a few pictures of naked women in magazines. Hell, all the guys at school hid stuff like that from their folks and passed it around to other kids. But this was different, and a lot more exciting. Seeing his sister's naked body, even though her tits were small and she was only a kid gave him an inner thrill he couldn't define.
After a long time, she let go of her tits and ran her hands down her body, pressing hard at her flat belly and where her waist was beginning to narrow. Then she spread her feet, standing with legs apart so she could move her hands into the V of the creamy white thighs. He hadn't noticed the soft fuzz of golden hair until she began to comb her fingers through it, then he couldn't take his eyes off it. What did the guys call it? Cunt-cunt hair-pussy! Jeez!
She pushed her hands between her legs and her eyes closed as she sighed and sort of moaned. He couldn't see her fingers anymore and he guessed they were buried in the thatch of blonde hair-or maybe inside her cunt. The idea excited him so much that he forgot his caution and moaned softly with the sudden pain that hit his groin. He could feel his cock getting hard, just like it did when he woke up sometimes with wet dreams.
Edythe turned from the mirror and gasped, staring at him, then yelling, "What are you doing there?!"
Hypnotized, he pushed the door open and entered the room. He couldn't take his eyes off her; his heart was hammering like a drum and he felt sweaty all over.
"You little creep-get out of here!" She was almost crying, but something in her tone told Jeff she wasn't really mad. It was something else. Then he saw that her hand was still in her cunt; she hadn't been able to stop.
"Let me touch it," he said.
For a minute, she stared, shaking like a leaf in a soft breeze. Her glance went to his jeans and the small hard bulge where his cock was pressing against the cloth. She moved away from the mirror and toward the bed, still watching him and holding herself. Tears were running along her cheeks but she seemed not to notice. She sat on the edge of the bed, then all of a sudden fell back, jerking her legs up so she could plant her feet on the edge of the bed. With her legs spread that way, he could see her hand cupped into her cunt, the fingers buried in the wet, red folds of her love nest. Her breath almost strangled him as he came close and put his hand out to her.
Her cunt was warm and wet. She grabbed his hand with her sticky wet fingers and began to push Ms fingers where hers had been. "Touch it, do it, oh God, hurry-"
Then he was playing inside her, rolling Ms fingers in the dark wet tunnel, feeling the layers of soft, silky flesh that surrounded the heavenly hole, and watching the whole scene with wide eyes and avid interest. Edythe was moaning and twisting on the bed, grabbing the bedspread and clutching it like a lifeline.
"More, do more, go in more!" She tried to push her body onto his hand. Her hips began to bounce and she helped him set up a steady pounding rhythm in her cunt. Her eyes were glazed and her pink tongue was caught between her teeth.
"I like it," she whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah...."
"Have you ever done it?"
"No, jeez, no."
"Want to?"
"I don't know how."
"Your cock is hard."
He looked down and saw the tight lump at his crotch. It hurt like hell.
"Take off your pants. Hurry-"
He had to let her go in order to unzip the jeans and yank them down. She was so impatient that she was pulling at him before he got them off, dragging him on top of her and spreading her legs to grab his body between them. She reached down for his cock, and he almost yelped with pleasure when he felt her tight fist around it. It was hard, and it felt very hot.
She steered him where she wanted him, right into the wet, red hot pussy she'd lathered up with her own hands and then with his. His cock sank in as if it was diving into quicksand. In half a second his prick was swallowed up by the hungry pussy. It was so incredibly warm and wonderful that for a moment it took his breath away. But Edythe couldn't wait. Her hands were at his narrow boyish hips, pushing and pulling until he was fucking in and out of her like a piston. He could feel his cock strain like it never had in a wet dream. Looking down at her, he saw the hard tips of her tits jutting toward him. He wanted to grab one but he didn't dare move and upset the beat she was holding him in. Her face was wild, her eyes rolling them finding him and begging for more.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh, meee!!"
He did his best. He felt like he was on fire and all of a sudden she twisted and grabbed him to pull him hard against her. Her hips slammed up, her legs clamped around him and she began to cry. Real tears, real sobs. He got so damned scared he didn't know what to do. She was holding him so tight he couldn't move off her if he wanted to. His cock was sunken inside her, his empty scrotal sacs plastered against her wet ass crack. He could feel the hard points of her tits on his smooth chest, and he could feel the heat of her cunt sucking at his prick. She seemed much wetter all of a sudden, and he wondered if she was bleeding or something. He felt his cock go soft, the hardness scared right out of it.
After a few minutes she'd stopped sobbing and hiccupped a few times, then rolled sideways so he plopped to the bed beside her. His cock slid out of her, limp and wet against his thigh. She took several real deep breaths, then opened her eyes and looked at him. She must have seen the fright in his face because she was solicitous all at once.
"It's okay, Jeff."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No...." For a minute she looked far away. Then she sat up suddenly and pulled her bathrobe from the chair and slipped it on. Not knowing what to do, Jeff got up and began fastening his jeans, still watching his sister.
She knotted the robe sash and looked at him. "Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do things like that. You know that, don't you?"
He nodded, unable to speak.
"But it's okay because nothing happened. I mean you didn't come or anything so it was only a game. Play. Make believe." She looked very hard at him until he finally nodded. Then she smiled. "We won't say anything to anyone ever."
He nodded again.
"I've heard some of my friends talk," she said, "and lots of them fool around like that with their brothers and sisters. It's just kid stuff, it doesn't mean anything. You'd better go to your room now and get your studying done."
"Yeah, okay." He left her then, but he hadn't been able to get much studying done. And it was a long time before he fell asleep that night too. When he did, he woke a few hours later with a wet dream and he jacked himself off with a fury he had never known before.
Thinking about it now, he realized that it was his own sister who had given him his first taste of sex and he had liked it. He hadn't come, but he'd learned a lot. He never touched Edythe again, and he never peeked at her door any more either. She began dating boys soon afterwards, and he figured she had no further need of her kid brother to play games with. She was probably getting the real thing any time she wanted it.
He laughed softly in .the darkness and reached for another cigarette. Holding a match to it, he inhaled deeply. He'd bet anything Edythe had had her first orgasm that night with him. He didn't know it at the time, he was only a stupid kid. But thinking now about the look on her face, the ecstasy she hadn't been able to mask in her eyes, he was sure of it. Hadn't he seen the same look only a little while ago in Judy's face? Judy had been more vocal in her pleasure, but then he had coaxed her Into real passion. That night so many years ago, Edythe had taken what she wanted without any regard for him, She'd used him, had her fill, then let Mm suffer his own guilt alone.
He laughed again. Boy, how times had changed! When he and Edythe were kids, sex at an early age was strictly taboo. No wonder he'd almost flipped when Sally had made such outward advances to him near the pool and then goddamn-near raped him while they were in the water. Cute little bitch! Matter of fact, all three of Edythe's kids were cute little bitches!
He finished the cigarette and stubbed it out in the filled ashtray. He heard a car stop outside, and after a few minutes, a door closed quietly and footsteps came up along the stairs. He lay silent and listened as the steps paused outside his door and someone tried the knob gently. He'd bolted the door. Hell, he needed one good night's sleep!
He fell asleep wondering which one of the twins it was who had wanted to stop by for a nightcap.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In the morning when he came downstairs, the house was quiet. He'd slept later than usual, but with all the activity he'd been having of late it was no wonder. He hadn't had so much exercise in twenty years!
Conchita was in the kitchen and fixed him a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. He gulped orange juice, and she filled his cup with steaming coffee while he started on the eggs. She shook her head when he asked her where everyone was.
"Out. They don't say where."
Okay. He'd told them not to change any of their plans on his account, hadn't he? Still, by the time he finished a second cup of coffee he was feeling restless. He carried the cup and saucer out to the patio and sat staring at the pool. What the hell was he going to do all day? Relax ... that's what you're supposed to be doing, he told himself.By noon he was restless and his mind kept wandering to the three young sex partners that had come into his life so suddenly; There was no escaping the fact that he enjoyed them; it was not just a novelty that was going to wear off soon. That could mean trouble. Jeez, he'd read and heard of guys who got in plenty of trouble for doing just what he was doing. Maybe he'd better pull out now before he got any more entangled. It wouldn't be easy, but if it had to be done he'd do it.
He got up from the lounge chair and went into the house, only to find that the family was still absent. He watched the girl in the kitchen while she fixed him a sandwich and salad for lunch, wondering if he could get it up for her. She wasn't a bad looking chick, maybe twenty-five or so. Not exactly pretty but interesting in a dark sort of way. She didn't speak much English from what he'd heard, but she didn't have to understand a pass. He watched her tight little ass as she moved about the kitchen. It might be pretty good. But where the hell would he take her? Upstairs to his room? Suppose someone came home? The kid could lose her job.
He grinned to himself and busied himself with the salad. How come he was seeing himself as superstud all of a sudden? Conchita might well tell him to go peddle his cock elsewhere.
She turned, as though sensing he was looking at her, and her dark eyes seemed to burn through him. He smiled and winked. She looked surprised, then smiled with a flash of even white teeth and a pink tongue. Ha! Maybe she was interested. He kept his gaze on her while he finished the meal, and from time to time she turned and glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes saying what he wanted to know. Okay, so she was interested. Move to step two, he told himself.
He carried his plates to the sink and stood close to her, letting his arm brush her hip. She was prettier than he thought, or maybe it was her eyes and that smile.
"Anyone coming home soon?" he asked in a husky voice.
She frowned, then shrugged. "No say."
He bit his lip. That could be sticky. "You got a room here?"
She nodded.
He grinned, and she shook her head quickly, "Miz Sommerfield catches me, she fire me."
He put a hand to one of her small breasts, caressing it firmly and bringing his other hand around to that smooth little ass under the white uniform. He pressed his crotch to her and rubbed. Her eyes went wide and a little sigh escaped her lips. "She won't catch you," he said softly, bending to cover her lips with his. She resisted for a moment, then went soft in his arms, letting him bend her to him and letting his tongue push between her lips to press at her teeth.
"Where's your room?"
She pointed toward the side of the house near the garage. God, how convenient could it be! They'd be able to hear any car that came up or anyone at the front door. He started to lead her from the kitchen but she balked, pushed away from him and stood her ground. She gripped the edge of the sink, still shaking her head.
"What's the matter?-You like me, don't you?"
She stared and said nothing. He felt a burst of anger in his guts. Who the hell did she think she was? Her look a few minutes ago told him she was ready enough .and willing for him. What was she refusing for now?
"I need this job," she said firmly. "Is good job, mucho dinero."
It wasn't him then, just her fright at being caught. Some of the anger eased and he felt good again, and Ms cock twitched. He wanted her now, and he wasn't going to let her get away. He wanted to prove to himself that he was all over that trouble he'd had after separating with Rhoda ... he could get it up for any damn woman he pleased.
"Come on, baby, look, I'm already getting hot for you. We'll make this one a quickie and then we can meet somewhere for a longer session some night if you're scared to fuck around here." He pushed his crotch forward to let her see the bulge. She stared at it and a flicker of interest flashed in her eyes. But it wasn't enough to overcome her fears. She shook her head again and turned back to the sink to begin rinsing dishes.
Fury erupted in Jeff. He grabbed for her, spinning her about and mauling at her tits and kissing her with such passion that she was helpless under it. The water in the sink was splashing wildly and he reached back to shut it off without letting her go. She whimpered, and he petted her ass, stroking her lean body more gently now and arousing her in spite of herself. She stared at him with big dark eyes, still scared but responding to his caresses with an animal instinct. Her tits felt warm and hard under the slick nylon uniform, and Jeff finally freed one hand so he could unbutton the front of the dress. She was panting slightly and; still watching him but she did not help.
She wore a white slip and the thinnest of bras, and he pushed them aside impatiently. Her tit was small and hard, firm with youth and warm with desire. He handled it and saw that spark in her eyes again. He ran his finger across the soft, dimpled nipple, flicking back and forth until he felt a response from the roseate flesh. Looking down, he saw the dark red tip begin to bulge under his fingertip. The breast was a deep honey color, and the aureole capped it like a rich, ripe cherry. He bent quickly and took it in his mouth, sucking at the hard nipple until it was full length on his tongue, rolling it over and under his wet oral member so that the girl shivered and clung to him. He finished unbuttoning her uniform with one hand and pulled up her skirt and slip. He was surprised to encounter warm flesh and hair at once, no underpants. How damned convenient. His fingers speared into her pussy instantly and met the warm wetness of it. She was plenty ready for him and wanted him no matter how scared she was. For a few seconds he contemplated heading her toward her room again, but she was so damned skittish she might run. And now he was really hot for her. His cock was swollen and throbbing with need. He had to have her, had to prove his sex problems were cured.
He came up from her tit, his mouth flecked with spit and still tasting the sweetness of her powder or body lotion. Her face was tight with emotion but she said nothing and did nothing to help him. He unzipped his slacks and got his dick out. It felt like burning steel. She knew what he was doing and couldn't resist looking down at his tool, and then she gasped again. She liked it, that was for sure, "Spread your legs, baby." She moved slightly, still leaning against the sink, but he didn't give a damn about that now. He had to bend his knees to get at her. She was a little bit of a thing and he towered over her. His cock came almost to her waist. He squirmed and wiggled to get it between her legs, finally lifting her from her feet so she was high enough. Then his ramrod prick jolted up that hot pussy right on target.
Conchita gasped and her eyes went wider than ever. She liked that big dick up there, and her body quivered with passion she could not hide or control. Jeff saw it, felt it hi her body tension, and he brought her down hard on his pecker. Her feet didn't touch the floor when he stood up straight to ram it home inside her and for a moment their position was awkward and uncomfortable. There was no bed to throw her on. He pushed hard at her, forcing her to move her legs and wrap them around him, then he carried her toward the table. It was just the right height, and he bent her back over it. She tried for an instant to protest but she was too far gone, too fucking hot to stop now. Her ass was at the edge of the table and by leaning forward and resting his hands alongside, her body, he could fuck into her slick and easy. She was slippery with cunt juice and his cock was on fire. He could feel and see her tight wadded black cunt hair all around the red tunnel as his dick rammed in and pulled back for another shot. The tit he'd pulled free from her bra poked up at him like a winking eye of an idol, the small hill dominated by a blood red nipple that was as hard as a rock now. Her black hair had slipped loose of the net and was fanned about her face and shoulders, lying on the white shoulders of the uniform like grass blowing in a summer breeze, He moaned and grabbed her hips to pull her harder to his burgeoning penis.
Everything had happened so quickly Conchita was still dazed by it all. She'd known from the way he'd been looking at her all morning that he wanted to have her, but she hadn't expected anything like this. She was terrified, yet she was shaking with desire and need. He'd excited her quickly and expertly, or maybe it was the tension of the time and place. But now she couldn't do anything but let him have his way with her. He felt so good inside her. He was big and hard and hot. Madre mia! She could feel him all the way inside her, filling her cunt and almost tearing her to pieces inside. Her body was shaking with passion, even the awkward position seemed to add to her lust. He was like an animal coming at her and taking what he wanted. But he was very good, and she liked it.
Jeff knew she liked it. Her whole attitude had changed. Her body was responding to his, woman meeting man and wanting him as much as he wanted her. Funny, but he was almost detached about the whole thing. It felt damned good, but it was different somehow. Not at all like fucking Sally, or Sue or Judy. Just the thought of the girls made his blood race and his temples were throbbing almost as hard as his cock. The girl was clinging to his arms, riding him like a cock horse. Her. hair was falling around her face and her eyes were ecstatic.
"Si, si!" she whispered in a breath of sound.
Christ! He exploded all at once, his semen shooting in a hot spurt into her tight hugging tunnel of love. He shuddered and let it all go, feeling the steamy wad hit inside her and smear all over his blowing tool. The head of his cock seemed to dig into the pulpy walls of her pussy, and she responded with such heat and love juice that he seemed scalded by it. He could feel the tight bulge of the cock head over the ring of .drawn-back foreskin; it was a noose, strangling him ... no, it was a loving band squeezing out another load of his stuff.
"Jeeeeezzzzzz!!!"
"Si, si, si...." she said over and over in a little whispery voice.
Finally he stopped. He was panting and weak with the violence of his orgasm. He let her fall back on the table and pulled his empty cock from her. It was still at half mast but it was giving up slowly, going limp even as he watched it. Her cunt was wet and glistening and he could see little globs of his come caught in the dark hairs and a thicker (sludge of it clinging to the very red, blood-filled and swollen labia. He licked his lips and straightened up, grabbing for the slacks that had fallen around his ankles and pulling them up.
The girl scrambled to climb off the table and then she let out a frightened cry. Jeff jerked up and whirled toward the door where Conchita's gaze was riveted.
Sally and Sue were standing there watching them.
Conchita began to mumble in Spanish, crying and fumbling at her clothes and pouring out a torrent of words that sounded like a blur of sound. She kept looking from Jeff to the girls, and new tears erupted.
Sally moved first. She crossed the room and slipped her arm around Conchita and spoke softly to her. Jeff didn't catch the words; he was surprised at the shock it had been seeing the two sisters there and knowing they'd been watching his sex play with the maid. Damn!
Sally led Conchita from the kitchen in the direction of the garage and the girl's room. Sue stood staring at Jeff without expression.
"Hey," he said, "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I was a fool. The girl didn't want to. Let's not tell anyone, huh? I don't want her to lose her job."
Sue didn't say a word, but turned and walked away. By the time Jeff reached the door, she was already half way up the stairs. He called to her but she didn't turn.
Shit! He paced the kitchen, wondering what he should do now. Okay, Jeff Clausen, superstud, now you've done it. You proved to yourself that you can fuck women as well as kids, and where has it gotten you? In a pile of trouble.
He reached in his pocket for a pack and lighted a cigarette, flipping the match into the sink and leaning on the counter to wait for Sally's return. He was sure that she'd talk to him about it and let him know where he stood.
It was about ten minutes before she came back.
"She all right?" Jeff asked, jerking Ms toward Conchita's room.
"Sure. Scared, that's all."
"You won't let her get fired, will you?"
"Did you go after her deliberately?" Sally's blue eyes were like a deep lake.
He considered lying but knew it wouldn't be any good. "Yeah, I sure as hell did."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "Guess I had to prove something to myself."
She nodded very wisely and then smiled. "She'll be okay. I told her we wouldn't say anything and as long as she enjoyed it, what the hell."
"She did enjoy it then?"
Sally laughed, throwing her head back and nipping her long blonde hair over her shoulders with a carefree motion. "You have to be kidding, Uncle Jeff. How could a woman not enjoy that fucking prick of yours!?"
He was stunned for a moment, then he laughed with her. She was being honest with a woman's honesty. "Yeah," he said, "how about that?" Suddenly it seemed that his problems really were over. He felt relaxed and good, and confident.
"Speaking of enjoying fucking," Sally said, "what do you say we go upstairs and talk it over? Sue and I got plenty hot watching you ball Conchita on the table. Gave us a few ideas of our own." She took his arm and steered him into the hall and toward the stairs. She held his arm very tightly pressed against her warm young tits. She was wearing a bra under the thin shirt, but he could see the tips of her nipples pressing outward.
"I just finished a strenuous round," he said. "I'm not sure I can get it up so fast."
She winked and laughed softly. "You let me and Sue worry about that."
Jeez! What more could a man ask?
They were almost to the stairs when the front door opened and Judy walked in. Jeff felt a tension along his spine as Judy stared at her sister's intimate pose with him. It didn't seem to bother Sally except to be slightly annoyed at the interruption.
"What are you doing home? I thought you and mom were out for a whole day of shopping?"
"She met someone."
Sally sighed. "Haven't you got something to do, someplace to go? Uncle Jeff and I had some plans."
Judy looked suspicious and Jeff felt uncomfortable until he saw the longing in her eyes. She had come home hoping to find him alone and spend some time with him. Hell, he couldn't keep playing these kids against each other, juggling Ms time and trying to get horny every time one of them was alone.
"Let her come up with us," he said.
Sally's head came around fast and her mouth opened but no words came out.
Jeff held out his hand to Judy and she came forward shyly., "She's not as much of a kid as you flunk she is. She's in on it too."
"You mean-?" Sally stared, dumbfounded.
"Yeah, last night. And it was plenty damned good. So what do you say the four of us try some fun and games? If that doesn't turn me on full steam, I'll hang up my jock strap and buy a rocking chair for the old man."
"Oh, Uncle Jeff!" The two girls grabbed him and kissed him. From the top of the stairs, Sue's voice called out to them to hurry. Jeff looked up and the kid was standing bare-assed naked waiting for them.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, Sue threw herself into Jeff's arms and he found himself hugging her warm, nude young body. The other two girls pulled and tugged at him, dragging him into his bedroom and carefully locking the door behind them. Judy hung back slightly, not sure of how to proceed, but the twins were already undressing him and petting him all over.
"Hey-take it easy!" he protested playfully. "Come here, let me strip you." He took Judy first, standing her before him as he sat on the edge of the bed and removing the shirt and shorts and underpants she wore. He slid each garment off slowly, letting his hands move over her flesh lovingly. She shivered and he felt a little tingly himself at seeing the childish tits, barely rounded, and the smooth down-covered pubic mound. His cock began to .twitch even though it had scarcely gone down after fucking Conchita.
One thing was sure and he had to admit it to himself now-he liked young stuff and there was no getting away from it. He liked it even better than straight fucking with older chicks. He wondered how many guys felt the same way, or how many admitted it at least. Man, any guy who balled I a smooth hairless cunt like this had to like it! He petted Judy's cunt lightly and saw the gleam in her eye. Cute kid.
"Now me," Sally insisted. "Strip me!" She was standing close watching the, whole operation and she was already breathing lightly through her open mouth. She was a damned sexy looking kid with a body to match any woman!
Grinning, he drew her close. Judy scampered onto the bed beside him and Sue moved around behind and put her arms around him and fondled his cock while he began to undress Sally. Shyly, Judy ran her hand along his arm and thigh, brushing against his balls tentatively.
"Nice," he said as he unzipped Sally's skirt and wiggled it down over her hips. He popped her blouse off in a second but she had to turn so he could get at the hooks of her bra. Where had she gone this morning that she wore a bra? Interesting, but he never got around to asking; he was distracted by Sue's eager manipulation of his prick and the tingling of response hi his guts.
"Wait a minute," he told her. She frowned but paused, even Judy looked up. "I'm still full of fuck juice from Conchita. I need a shower first." They nodded, and he rolled the thin nylon panties down over Sally's hips and exposed her naked buttocks and the glorious hazy mound of her pubic hair. Christ, she was something to look at!
The three naked girls pressed around him, touching and fondling as he struggled to his feet and laughingly made his way to the bathroom. The shower was much too small for all four of them to get into at once, so he decided on the tub. It was a gleaming deep purple affair, that angled across one corner of the room. It was large and raised on a couple of steps with huge glass windows behind it that gave a glimpse of sky above the planted foliage that acted as a curtain. It was quite an arrangement for a second floor! But the house was on a hillside and maybe some contour of the ground made it possible. It was pretty damned effective, no matter what.
As soon as Sally realized what he was doing, she bent over the tub and began to adjust the water.
"Not too hot," he said. "You'll make my prick go so limp you'll never get it up."
She laughed. "Wanna bet?"
"No, I guess that would be pretty dumb with you around." He climbed into the tub and settled back while the water splashed around him and the three girls crowded along the side and watched. Sue had a wash cloth and soap, and she was lathering his belly and crotch before the water reached that level. Laughing, Judy reached for another cloth and began to work on his chest. He closed his eyes and wondered if any sultan ever had it so good.
He felt the water rise along his body and he listened to the soft murmuring voices and the giggles of the three sisters. He was so damned relaxed he couldn't believe it. Even though they lifted and washed his genitals, cupping his balls and drawing-the washcloth along the length of his cock, he didn't get a hard-on. The relaxation was so complete because he knew that there was no hurry. He could just enjoy the rest now and when he got out of the tub, there'd be plenty of tune to get horny and fuck around.
He grinned, and opened his eyes abruptly when he felt soft warm lips touch his. Sue ... Her tongue probed at his lips and he let her in and met her oral thrust. She sighed softly and he sucked her tongue and reached to hold her close. Her eyes were closed and he couldn't see beyond her golden head, but one of the other girls was prying between his legs and running a finger along the crack of his ass. It had to be Sally; Judy would be too shy and inexperienced to know that that turned a man on fast.
When the kiss ended, Sue was sort of starry-eyed and licking her lips. Sally opened the drain and tossed the washcloth to the shelf around the tub. "You're spotless, Uncle Jeff. Climb out."
They all fell back until he climbed onto the furry blue rug. Judy's eyes were drawn to his heavy cock and balls, limp but still magnificent in size. She hadn't seen enough male genitals to become anywhere near accustomed to them, and she could hardly wait to touch him again.
Sally had a towel and began drying him with gentle pats. The two sisters followed suit, and laughing and vying for the best parts of him to dry, they stumbled back to the bedroom. Sally paused to snap on a radio and find a station with music that was just loud enough to cover the sounds of their voices in case anyone came along the hall unexpectedly. She thought of everything.
They had him on the bed then, sprawled flat on his back and his legs wide. Sally found his pack and lighted a cigarette expertly, then held it to his lips. He dragged deeply on if and grinned at her. She took smoke into her lungs, then handed the cigarette to him so she could occupy herself elsewhere. She positioned herself at his hip and leaned to kiss his hard flat belly. Judy's eyes went big and Jeff drew her to him, rubbing her soft, smooth silky skin against his hairy chest. The cigarette was good but it was in the goddam way. He took another deep drag and tossed it into the ashtray so he could concentrate on the delectable little unformed tits of the girl in his arms. He told her to move up so he could get at her. She did with a shy smile, and he pulled her over so he could suck one little nipple. It was hard to get hold of because it was so small, but he worked at it, drawing up with the pressure of his mouth until he had it raised to a small hard one. He felt Judy shiver and sigh, and he began to lick and lap at the turgid morsel.
Someone was licking and lapping at his sensitive parts. He could feel the warm eager kisses along his loin, feel hot breath flutter his crotch hair, then a tongue lick along his limp cock. Jeez, not one tongue, two!! He was sure of it. One of them was drawing long wet lines along the length of the prick and the other had squirmed down far enough to lick his balls! Christ, they'd have :him hard in no time! A man would have to be dead not to respond to such treatment.
He reached for Judy's smooth little-girl ass and cupped a buttock in his palm, squeezing and mauling gently. She whimpered, and he sucked the tit harder. He felt one of the twins move at his other side and she grabbed his hand and put it between her legs. Warm and welcoming. His fingers brushed through a thin haze of hair. Sue then, ... He gentled the heavy warm tissues of her vulva and inserted a finger along the crevice. The instant warmth enveloped him and he dug between the labia to feel the slippery wetness she offered him. She was hot and ready for fun. And she was back licking at his cock now. Oh, man, he could feel the pressure building.
Sue grinned at Sally as she resumed her position at her uncle's crotch. "Mmmm," she said. His hand was up inside her, fucking around and getting her all wet and hot. She liked the way he was so gentle one minute and digging hard the next. He fingered her clitoris and massaged her cunt all at the same time. She'd seen his other hand go between Judy's legs and it had given her ideas. So she did something about them and now she was having the best of both ends-his hand in her pussy and his cock in her mouth! Sally was still licking his balls and they were swelling almost visibly. His cock was still soft but it was beginning to come alive and she could hold it in her mouth easily, sucking at it awhile like a nipple, then pushing back at the ringed foreskin and trying to make the head pop out. She'd get it out but it would slide right back in again; he wasn't hard enough to make it stay out so she could tongue it and nibble at it. It would be soon, though.
Sally was excited beyond words. Seeing her two sisters being handled and sucked by Uncle Jeff excited her almost as much as if it were happening to her. She'd realized how much she liked three-way games the other day, and it wasn't hard to convince Sue to come home with her and try to talk Uncle into another session. Finding him with Conchita that way made the job just that much easier. Poor Conchita had been scared shitless at being caught spread on the kitchen table, but Sally had calmed her fears and said the Sommerfields would never find out about it as long as Conchita kept her mouth shut about anything she might see or hear around the house between the girls and their uncle. It was an easy bargain to make. And if Uncle Jeff wanted to ball Conchita when, he had spare time and energy, that was okay with Sally.
Now Sally's cunt was wet and eager. Her tits had that tight feeling that sex always gave her, and her belly was tied in knots. She nudged Sue and indicated that she wanted Jeff on his side, and between the two of them they rolled him without disturbing his sucking at Judy's tit or his hands busy at ass and cunt. Jeff moaned once but it was with delight. Sally squirmed down the bed and pushed her face close to his curved ass. She spread his buttocks with her hands and stabbed her tongue at his asshole. He moaned again, louder this time, and his cock surged with hardness. The head popped from the foreskin and Sue grabbed it with her lips and worked at the ridge, running her tongue along the heavy corded tissue that pulled it downward toward the column. Sally's tongue found the tight puckered drawstring of his asshole and licked it until it was slimy wet, then pushed gently. He was about out of his mind, His one hand dug hard into Sue's cunt, screwing deep and urging his own excitement on her. She wiggled her hips and began to fuck on his hand. His other hand got between Judy's smooth hairless thighs and found the silken dome of her puberty. She moved her legs to encourage him and his fingers were on the lovely hot mounds, coaxing them apart, finding the almost-dry labia. She was sexy but her body was slow in responding, still untrained in the ways of love. He moved as cautiously as his own heat would allow so he wouldn't hurt her and forced his way between the throbbing tissues. He used one finger to ring the inside of her little cunt, trying to feel any evidence of the hymen he'd torn open last night, but failing. He recalled the hot tight feel of that virgin pussy and he almost went crazy. He stabbed his finger, into her hole and began to fiddle about in her twat. She squirmed and almost fell away from his loving tongue at her tit. God, that pussy was tight and wonderful. He wanted to eat it!
He gulped and let go of the tit and gasped out his desire. "Put it up here so I can suck it, baby."
"What?" She looked dazed and confused.
"Your cunt, let me eat it." He patted her ass and pushed her in the right direction. Finally she understood and scrambled to climb over his face. He feasted his eyes on the soft downy hill covering her private parts. With her legs spread as she straddled him, he could see right into the beautiful little box of her love nest.
"Let me at it," he said, and pulled her down. His eager lips and tongue met her cunt and there was no mistaking the heat and wetness of her now. She was getting hotter by the minute, and she was beginning to pour out love juice. He shoved his tongue up inside her and began to roll it on all sides, lapping up the stuff she drizzled out for him. Her little body quivered and shook, and she gripped the headboard of the bed to keep from keeling over with excitement.
He wasn't doing so badly either. His cock was stiff now, thrusting into Sue's loving mouth and seeping pre-seminal fluid for her hungry tongue. She was going at him like crazy, and he knew he was good for a long session with all three of them. He'd fuck them silly and when he'd worn himself out, he'd come like he'd never come before. He'd let them decide which order they wanted it. Right now he was having too damned much fun to care one way or the other. Sally's tongue was shoved all the way in his asshole and if he hadn't had so much fucking these past couple of days, that alone would make him shoot his wad in an instant! Christ, he was hot!
"Oh, Uncle Jeff-" Judy was whimpering and hanging on to the bedpost. "Oh, God, I can't help it, it's going to happen!" She was taken by surprise. She had been very excited by his love-making but she hadn't known that she could experience an orgasm by his tonguing her this way! She knew so little about these things, only what he had taught her last night! But her body was on fire, her breasts straining, cool now where the air dried his saliva on the one he'd been sucking. Her vagina felt as if it was one huge knot, and his tongue was poking into it, untying it. The release flooded through her in a huge wave of heat that sent tingling shivers through her belly and down her legs. She moaned and cried, gasping for breath and trying to tell him how wonderful it was. No words would come, only sobs and gasps and tears of joy. When it was over, she was limp and almost fell off the bed and into the chair beside it. She was content to watch the three and enjoy the radiating pleasure that coursed through her body.
Jeff gulped for air. He'd almost smothered in the hot love juice Judy had poured out for him to gulp down. The kid had really come! He grinned at her now as she collapsed in the chair, legs spread and hands hanging over the arms. She tried a smile but was too weak to manage it.
The other two were still 'going strong at Mm and now that he had one hand free again, he reached for Sally's cunt. She was really working at his asshole and enjoying it. Each thrust she made into it seemed to bulge his prick harder into Sue's mouth. Man, what loving! He could hardly lie still. His fingers slid readily into Sally's wet pussy. She was hotter than hell and almost swallowed his hand whole. What a difference from the tiny little cunt that had barely been able to take his tongue a minute ago! He felt her rub her tits on his ass and he swore softly with delight.
Sue was aware that Judy had come. She'd heard the cries and recognized the pagan pleasure in them. Jeff had made Judy come by sucking her off. Wow, that sounded good. She moved her ass, half climbing over his body so she had one leg across his head. He got the idea and bent so he could reach her, then withdrew his hand slowly and put his mouth where it had been. His lips nibbled at her labia, found her clitoris and worked it over. She about went out of her mind. She humped at him, almost smothering him in the flooding cunt lubrication. She was so hot she didn't know what she was doing. With his hard cock in her mouth and his tongue in her cunt she was crazy with needing him. She performed the fellatio with such gusto and need that she could hardly breathe as his penis filled her mouth and clogged her air passages. It didn't seem to matter, though. Breathing was unimportant when passion had such a grip on her. Her entire body was aflame now, her hips pounding at his head, demanding his fucking tongue and getting it. His hand was on her ass and Ms fingers were tight in her flesh. She gagged on 'the thick column of male flesh in her mouth and tears filled her eyes. Then his finger was moving along her ass, finding the crack, delving into the tiny pit of her asshole. It was dry and hot, the pain seared through her and somehow made her even sexier. She wept and tried to scream but his prick wouldn't let her. She thought for an instant that he was going to shoot a hot load into her mouth but it was her own excitement, she realized. He was rock hard and holding back everything he had. He was enjoying himself too much to let it end now. His finger, wet with her cunt juice, forced an entry into her asshole and probed deeply. She yelped and her cunt came alive, tightening in one huge spasm and clamping about his tongue, then flooding him with a rushing flow of love stuff. He gulped and felt the stuff smear all over his nose and chin as he buried his mouth hi her pussy. When it was over, she lay sobbing and still sucking his prick, like a baby on a bottle now that her passion was spent.
Sally was more expert at holding her emotions in some sort of control. Not that she wasn't hotter than hell. His playing in her twat and her licking his asshole and tonguing it had driven her wild and she was shaking with her need for him. But she wanted to climb aboard that big prick, feel it slip all the way up into her inner parts and then take all she wanted from him and have him shoot his come into her. There was nothing to compare with the hot feeling a fucking load of come gave her!
When Sue at last rolled free and Jeff slapped her ass, Sally pulled out of his asshole and felt his hand slip from her cunt. He was ready too. He was ready for her. She grinned at him, her red lips glistening with spit that she licked off with little flicking motions. She leaned over him, turning her body so her tits brushed across his chest. He grabbed for one and scooted down to suck it. She let him for a few seconds, then moved against his hip and climbed over his body. She poised herself over his cock which was as straight as a flagpole and as hard. Her tits jiggled and he could see the hard nipples jutting. She used her hand to grab his cock and aim it where she wanted it, right at the target of her loving hole. She rubbed the cock head back and forth along her labia and clitoris, grimacing with joy as she felt the tingling pleasure the contact brought. Then she guided him into her cunt, letting herself down slowly and savoring each moment of pleasure as it sank deeper and deeper.
"Oh, God!" Sue moaned and clutched her belly as she watched the cock slide up into her sister's pussy. What a sight! Jeff grinned at no one hi particular and watched the expression on Sally's face as he entered her. She thought she was hi complete control, and he waited until she was off guard for a second, then slammed upward and sank himself to the hilt in her. She gasped and her eyes opened very wide and rolled back slightly.
"Mmm, wow!"
"Yeah, now ride it, baby, show me how talented you are) Show me how much the three of you appreciate all the sucking and finger fucking I've given you. Make me come!" He grabbed her hips and forced her to ride in his rhythm. She caught the tempo quickly, sliding back and forth on him as she let the rigid mast of his manhood stab into her. Her cunt hair tangled with his crotch hair, then slime mingled and smeared over both genital areas. The base of his cock hit against her clitoris with each stroke and she whimpered with delight and passion. Her tits bobbed and he feasted his eyes on them. His guts ached with need now. The long playtime had brought him to full fury, and his body was very ready to explode again. The new package of semen he had was hot inside him, ready to shoot out.
"I'm hot," she whispered to him, her breath coming in tiny gasps.
"Ready to come?"
"Ohhh, yesss, just about. I can feel it building up. I'm almost there."
He urged her faster with his hands on her hips, then all of a sudden she was moving of her own accord, slamming hard at him and grunting, her lips twisted back in a grimace as her lust reached its height.
"Now, oh God, give it to me now. I'm ready, I'm coming, NOW!"
"You got it, baby!" He couldn't hold the fiery molten lava any longer. His balls and cock exploded in a stream of come that flooded both of them. It felt like boiling oil washing over him, and she humped and jerked at him as though she would tear his prick from its moorings. Her body's reaction was perfectly timed with his, and her orgasm twisted and wrenched her, knotting her guts and making her vagina cramp in one last burst before it spewed out its soothing love juice. Then her belly was filled with the spreading heat of pleasure, rippling waves of delight that washed over her whole body. Her eyes closed and she fell atop him in exhausted delight. He wrapped his arms around her and held her quivering body.
"Holy Christ," he said softly and to no one in particular. She twitched her cunt on his dick-and he smiled. Holy Christ; he said to himself.
He couldn't stay here forever, of course. The kids would be going back to school soon and his sister would soon tire of him as a permanent house guest. But what the hell, he had nothing to go back to Frisco for. Why not find himself a job down here and get an apartment somewhere-far enough so his sister wouldn't be popping in all the time but close enough so the three kids could come over any time they wanted? Sure, why not?
Holy Christ, it was a hell of an idea! He moved his head so he could grin at Sue and Judy who were still watching him, and they smiled back.
It felt great to have his future decided. And he had the feeling this was one decision he would never regret.
