Incest is an emotion-laden word for most of us-it has been since antiquity, if one can consider the rise of Christianity as true antiquity. For in many ancient societies-Egypt and Greece, notably, incestuous liaisons were often encouraged and, in fact, required to preserve family fortunes or ruling dynasties.
There are many attendant old wives' tales concerning incest, just as there are concerning masturbation, but we are coming of age as regards reason, it is to be hoped, so we shan't even go into those tales here. Suffice it to say that incest is still tabooed in Western culture and even punishable by law in most Western countries, even though many of the reasons for it being so are either fallacious or no longer valid with modern birth control becoming the norm rather than the exception.
Up In Mother's Room is a rather philosophical and powerfully erotic examination of familial sex, a subject that needs considerable study in our culture, so that we may better understand human sexual activity.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Young Donald Mitchell, three months short of his fifteenth birthday, was doing his job. He did not know that he was doing anything out of the ordinary in having created a small business all his own. Running a delivery service for merchants in the small beach towns of Sonrisa Beach and Del Rey.
He was a serious-minded youngster, and he was deeply concerned about a number of things. And people.
One was his mother, Betty. He thought of her as beautiful, patient, kind, and brave. He was concerned that she had taken a job as cocktail waitress in Big George Baker's place, the Cormorant Bar and Grill. Showing her beautiful legs clear up to her crotch in that teeny-tiny little skirt! Just thinking of his mother as a sexual being made his face burn. It also made his young cock hard. And that was also a matter of concern.
He was vaguely disturbed, also, about his sister, i Her name was Kathy, she was twelve years old, ' going very strong on thirteen. Most girls in this area were dating at twelve and, according to hearsay, ! were getting their soft, sweet little pussies penetrated by some boy's hard prick. And when Donnie Mitchell thought of things like that, it nearly made him sick.
These two beloved members of his family, mother and sister, were only a part of his deep concerns about sexuality and all the darkly enticing, marvelously interesting, sickly-sweet excitements connected with sex. His main concern was himself.
He knew that other kids jerked off. In his heart, he knew it was all preacher-teacher-parent bullshit that masturbation would drive you crazy, give you pimples, or affect your health. But, he wondered, did other guys jerk off every day? And sometimes oftener? He shivered with disgust. Somehow, the idea of sex, coupled with thoughts of his mother and sister, made him feel like some kind of monster. And still, there you go! He had the beginnings of a hard-on, thinking of how bad it was!
To tell the truth, Donald Mitchell had to think about some other people in terms of sex. He was damned near fifteen. His best friend, Rod Dexter, who was sixteen, had been fucking for two years. Maybe more, if you counted him playing with his sisters and their girl friends when he was little. Rod was looking at childish cunts when he was six, to hear him tell it. And getting his hard little dick into them when he was around nine or ten.
And so Donnie felt like a fool that he couldn't have the guts, or the manliness, or the initiative, to go out and get fucked, like every other fourteen-year-old guy in the district.
His job, at this moment, was getting his packages ready for delivery in the back room of Doobey's Rexall Pharmacy in Sonrisa Beach. He got fifty cents per delivery, and averaged almost ten bucks a day, counting Doc Doobey and Hank Gross at the Village Liquor Store and an occasional special delivery from the shoe shop or the florist or "Papa" Santucci's Italian Restaurant.
Most of it was clear profit. His little Vespa motor scooter had cost him almost nothing. He had picked it out of a dealer's junk heap, bought a used front wheel and tire, and made himself a good little motorbike. It gave him around sixty miles per gallon of regular gas, so his expenses were small. And every dime, after expenses, he gave to his mother.
It made him feel good to know he was helping his mother, even if it wasn't enough to enable her to quit that stinking job at the Cormorant. But it didn't do anything for his other worries. Especially the one that concerned Rod Dexter.
"Come on, Donnie," Rod had pleaded only today after school. "I've got these two chickies, Mamie Sloan and little Elena Ansarra. You know them. They're cute and pretty, and hot. And Mamie's folks are up in Los Angeles for the weekend." The tall boy with the curly brown hair and the snub-nosed good looks took his smaller pal by the arm. "You've got to lose that cherry of yours sooner or later, baby! And these kids are really prime. Not over twelve years old, and that little Sloan kid's got tits like a grown woman! Wow!" and old Rod made motions of playing with his cock. "I can hardly wait to spread those cute little cunts and drive in!"
So, he had even more to worry about, Donnie did, for he just couldn't get the picture of that little Sloan kid out of his mind. "But all I need right now is to get in trouble with some twelve-year-old kid," Donnie muttered, getting his delivery list made out in geographical sequence. "Causing mom more trouble!"
He had more than that stopping him, though. A peculiar quirk of his aphrodisiac mind. His sister was twelve, like the two kids that Rod was stiffening his prick for. And, to his deep shame, Don had to acknowledge that he was aware of his little sister's cunt.
Aware of it? He was unable to get it out of his mind! For almost a year, ever since Kathy's little breasts had begun to swell, he had taken every chance to sneak looks at her body. And now, just in this last three or four months, she had, incredibly, become a woman. A small, very young woman, but, no question of it, she had all that any grown woman had. Maybe not as much of it. Maybe only a handful of cunt hair, and maybe only a little over a handful of titty. But she had them.
They lived in a duplex, which his mother and father had bought many years before. The extra unit brought in a fat rental, for they lived on Alistair Way in the "old part," the best part, of Del Rey. That was nice. And, in a way, it made it easy for Donnie to do a thing he was ashamed of, but could not stop.
His bedroom was next to Kathy's. And since it was a duplex, the only way to get cross-ventilation was to leave the bedroom door open. And that's where Donnie had been trapped by nature into what he felt was a horrible and unnatural thing.
In the heat of a summer morning, anyone is liable to kick the blanket and sheet down. Kathy did. And she seemed always to sleep on her back. There must have been some extra warmth between her smooth, plump young thighs as well, for she usually spread them wide open. So, what could a guy do?
Each morning, on his way to the bathroom to take a little piss for himself-and with his youthful cock half hard-Donnie went in and looked at his baby sister's pussy!
When it was hairless, when it barely had a little bit of blonde fuzz, and now, when it had real hair! Golden hair, crisp and curly. But he knew it would be soft and sweet. No wonder he was half out of his mind, he thought. Standing and looking at his sister's cute little cunt, his mouth drooling, his cock getting hard as iron, throbbing with the melting lunacy of fuck fever.
It had, he felt, become a mania with him. Nowadays, if the covers weren't completely off, he'd softly, stealthily pull them down. And he would bend over the wet, pink slit between her fat cuntlips, inhaling the strong, arousing perfume of hot cunt. Even if it was his sister's. And it was all he could do to keep from diving right into it, licking it and sucking it like he'd heard old Rod tell about. How did it taste? "Tastes like the sweat and duck-butter under your foreskin," Rod had told him. "Only a little better."
It made him so hot, so grotesquely, wildly eager for the searing pleasure of cumming, that he'd start to jerk off right there in his baby sister's room, looking at his baby sister's sweet little pussy. At the last, just as the hot jism would start to shoot up his tubes, in that hot, fierce explosion that was so wonderful and so terrible, he'd hold his hands over the spurting cock and run for the bathroom.
"Oh, God!" he sobbed as he worked, his mind almost blanked out by the renewed thoughts of his sister and her juvenile loveliness, "Help me! Help me!"
Somehow, it never occurred to him that, simply by going ahead with his friend Rod and fucking those two eager little kids that the big boy had all -lined up, he could cure his obsession. They were twelve. So was Kathy. To stick it into them would be, in a strange way, like fucking his sister.
He could jerk off over his sister's bed, his hot eyes devouring her pink, golden-haired cunt. He could jerk off, looking at the bawdy-bright, incredibly explicit color photos in fuckbooks such as most boys had. Still, it just seemed impossible for him to get between the thighs of a real, live, willing girl, stick his hard little prick into a squirming, juicy, hair-decorated pussy and fuck. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it had something to do with his sister. Or his mother. It was confusing.
And he wasn't the only one concerned about himself, and Rod wasn't the only other one.
"He's the best kid in this county," Doc Doobey had said, only a few minutes ago. He was talking to a man he thought of as "a real doctor," meaning an M.D., Dr. Fred Gold from just across the plaza. "Works his ass off, gives the money to his mother. Can you beat that?" The old pharmacist looked out over his drug store, where a wave of kids moved up and down the aisles. "All this sweet, sweaty, good-smelling, good-tasting young pussy out here, most of it ready and willing to take him on, and he's in my back room, getting his deliveries straightened out. He needs to get fucked. All boys do!"
"Guess we've got to have a few kids that turn out all right," Dr. Gold replied. "Did you tell me he delivers for Hank Gross? If he takes a quart of vodka to Nell Hendricks, she's liable to drag him inside and give him what he needs!" The brown-faced, grizzled little doctor laughed softly.
"Nell's up to a quart a day?" Doc asked. "Guess the Commander must have been gone about a month. But I don't know. Outside of drinking a little too much, she's a damn fine woman."
"I know, I know," Dr. Gold agreed. "But if I were a grown woman, full of red blood and human juices, and my husband was away for seven or eight months at a time-well, I'd like to wrap my hot old pussy around some healthy fourteen-year-old boy's hard little old prick. You know damn well, Doc, it'd be good for both of 'em!"
Down at George Baker's Cormorant Bar and Grill, someone else was worrying about Donald Mitchell. His mother.
"I know I'm early, George," she smiled at the big, amiable proprietor. "But I'm a customer, not an employee right now."
When he asked what was her pleasure, she had laughed and said: "That's a secret, but for now, I'll have a short beer. That is, if you don't object to having a drinking waitress."
George had known her all her life, and liked her. She was real class. She never had worked a day in her life until now. She had no experience, but, when she'd dropped into the Cormorant unexpectedly a few weeks before, George had had a sudden inspiration. "I'll pay you three bucks an hour," he had said, "and tips will run better than fifteen bucks a night. If you want a job, the work's not too hard, and the money's good." So, here she was and not sure why.
"You know, George," she mused, sipping her beer, "I think this job's good for me. You know how I was for two years after my husband got killed. A zombie. Numb with grief, paralyzed by fear. I began to come out of it around Christmas."
"I know," the big man said. "A lot of us knew. An awful lot of people know you and love you, Betty." He put his hand over hers briefly, and said: "You're not worried now, are you?"
She looked out of the big window, across the deep blue of the ocean. "You're a mind reader," she said. "Must be a trick of the trade, right?" The big man smiled at her.
"I watch these things. What's on your mind?"
"It's Donnie," she said. "I worry about him." George whistled. "I hear he's doing great," he said. "With a real good little business he built up all by himself. I heard," and he blushed at seeming to pry into another's personal life, "well, someone told me, he gives you all he makes. That seems to me to be a damn good kid."
Betty shook her dark head. Without her being conscious of it, her unfettered breasts shook along with her head. She wasn't exactly a Gina Lollobrigida for tits, but she had enough to make a very respectable movement in her blouse. "He's too good. It's not natural." Now, it was her turn to blush, because she alone knew exactly what she meant. It would be better if he, well, got out with the other boys and chased the girls. How come I'm so prissy? she asked herself. Chasing pussy's what I mean. She looked up at her employer with her sweet face, bright with character, beautiful in an unspectacular way, in a twisted grin.
George chuckled. "You'd better be glad he's not out chasing around. You know what Doctor Gold told me yesterday? He said that, ten years ago, they didn't get two teenage girls a week coming in with VD. Now, they're getting six or eight a day. He says if it keeps up like this, in another five years there won't be anybody between fifteen and twenty-five that hasn't got it. Or had it." He shook his big head.
And Betty nodded in partial agreement, but, in her heart, she thought: I want him to have a real life. I want him to be happy.
She felt an unaccustomed surge of heat deep in her compressed cunt as she sat on the barstool. Seeing little Donnie between a faceless girl's smooth, strong thighs, holding a thick pair of darkly furred cuntlips open while he inserted his stiff, sweet little dickie. An unexpected, frightening, shameful, wonderful spasm of lust.
She came out of it to see big George Baker looking at her with a worried expression. "I'm sorry, Betty," the big man said. "I guess that was pretty raw news."
She touched his hand. "Forget it, George. We've known each other always. I love you for trying to help."
And in her home, the tree-shaded duplex, built so many years ago when building costs were almost nothing, and lots of space was in the reach of everyone, her daughter sat in her big, brightly lit bedroom. Thinking. And, since she was alone, talking to herself. Or thinking out loud.
She was naked, because she had been looking at her lovely little body in the mirror. "I wish I had more hair on my pussy," she murmured, fingering the soft mound that swelled at the bottom of her belly. "Or maybe if it was dark, like Mom's, it would look like more." She giggled, and let one finger slip into the wet, warm cleft between the sensitive, tender flesh of her cuntlips "But nobody ever sees it, anyhow. Except Donnie." Her lovely young face grew sweet and maternal. "Oh, I wish I could help him," she said, with tears in her voice. "He looks so-troubled!"
So there were a number of people who were concerned about Donald Mitchell's sex life, and his sex problems. He was, and his best friend was, as well as his mother and his sister. Even the two hot little kids, Mamie Sloan and Elena Ansarra.
"Gee, I wish you'd have gotten old Donnie," the Sloan chick pouted. "He's cute! So much sweeter and nicer than some guys!"
And the dark, pretty little Ansarra girl blew a bubble of gum between her sensuous-looking red lips and sighed: "Maybe we can get him next time," and unconsciously humped her beautiful little body back and forth in a fucking motion.
A lot of people. And not one of them was doing a damned thing about it.
CHAPTER TWO
There was one person, though, who, while not at all certain that Donald Mitchell had a problem, was nonetheless hoping to do something about it.
Her name was Nell Hendricks, the very one of whom Doc Doobey and Dr. Gold had spoken. And she was definitely not, as Hank Gross had confided to Fred Gold, drinking a quart of vodka a day. Not by any means.
She was, as Dr. Gold had suggested, a hot woman. And her husband, Commander Robert Hendricks, USN, had been gone for almost a month on a tour of sea duty, so that she went about her household duties with her lovely, thick-lipped, black-haired cunt in a smoldering glow of fuck hunger. But she had learned the hard way that booze did not dampen or even bank the fires that gave her such sheet-lightning bursts of lust.
So, absolutely, she did not drink a quart of vodka a day.
She bought a quart of vodka a day. And had it delivered by that nice, manly little Donald Mitchell. For a very good reason. Because, each day that she ordered the bottle, and it was delivered to her home, she knew she was coming closer to what she actually wanted-the sweet, hard, little-boy cock of Donald Mitchell.
She saw absolutely nothing wrong in this. She knew she was old enough to be his mother. As a matter-of-fact, she knew that she was, at thirty-six, a year older than his mother.
She and Betty Mitchell had both been born in Del Rey, had gone to school together-although they had been a year apart in grades-so they had known each other all their lives. None of this affected Nell's thinking or her desires. She wanted Donnie, wanted his sweet little prick to play with, to kiss, to suck, to have stuck into her cunt.
She thought of that lovely, pink-lined, thickly -haired, hotly flowing pussy of hers, thought of how it would clasp and suck at the young boy's hard little tool, and she shuddered with a tiny burst of orgasm.
Each day of the past ten she had moved just a little bit closer to her objective. Somehow, she recognized that the boy was not so advanced as most kids his age. She didn't think of this as a real hang-up, nor as a mental block, only as shyness.
Everyday she had asked him to come in while she wrote a check, knowing that common intelligence would cause him to make her his last stop, since she lived so close to his home.
Each day she had talked to him, seemingly without guile, but always with an underlying sexual theme. Did he go out with girls? Did he think that modern-day chicks were actually any looser in their morals than in years past? And then, laughing, saying: "I forget you aren't my own age, you seem so mature, Dannie. How would you know what we girls did, years ago?" And then saying, in so many words, "we were just the same."
Or, she would ask him if girls today, in their tiny little bikinis, didn't deliberately intend to "stir up the boys." She was absolutely certain that each such encounter had made him feel easier with her, more at home with her, less shy than he was with any other woman or girl.
As for Donnie, the afternoon had been difficult. There was no doubt about it, he had to talk to someone about this sex obsession of his. It couldn't be Rod, of course. Nor Doc Doobey nor Dr. Gold. He rode all over his meandering route, set by the people who had ordered prescriptions or sundries from Doc Doobey, and booze from Hank Gross, and had to contend with a mild hard-on. It had started when Rod Dexter had propositioned him to go and ball the two young chickies. Or had it started a lot earlier? When he had sneaked in for his early-morning peek at his little sister's lush young body?
Things couldn't go on like this. He was going nuts. He had to talk to someone older, someone who understood, someone who liked him. Someone who wouldn't tell!
As he thought of this, his heart almost stopped. He knew the person, the exact, the one and only, right person! He almost sobbed with eagerness, and squeezed on the fuel feed of his little motorbike. Mrs. Hendricks. Or rather Nell. She had told him to call her that, hadn't she? "I sometimes feel that we're two of a kind, Don," she had said to him just a day or so ago. "I'm not sure why. But I'd tell you anything. I just feel like you're my friend, and that I'm yours!"
He felt a wave of relief, now that he had made his decision. He wasn't sure just how he would put things into words. But he knew he could.
He was deeply disappointed when he saw the note pinned to her front screen. "Dear Donnie," it read. "Come on around to the back. I'm under my old pepper tree." And it was signed with her first name. His heart leaped. If there ever was a place where a guy should find it easy to talk, that would be the place.
A few days ago, on a very hot afternoon, she had called to him to join her there, and had made a place next to her in the big, old-fashioned hammock. All she had on was a bikini, a couple of pieces of fabric that made his breath come harder. It was a giant old tree, and the tips of its limbs swept the green lawn, making it very dark and private behind the leafy screen. Her thigh had felt warm to him, right through his slacks, and for some strange reason, he had not been embarrassed.
Perhaps it had been her smell. Like his mother's. Come to think of it, like his sister, too, and he suddenly had realized what that perfume of hers really was. Hot pussy!
He remembered, now that he was going to tell her about his problems, how lush and beautiful her body was. Not like his mother, although both of them were darkly good-looking, and about the same general size. But, even while he recognized that his mother was beautiful, perhaps even more striking than Nell, he knew that the latter was voluptuous, sexy. It made him hurry around the big old house, more anxious than ever to tell her all he dared about himself and his obsessions. Maybe, just maybe, she might hold him in her arms while he talked.
It was Nell Hendricks, the thirty-six-year-old seductress-in-waiting who never was quite sure of what had happened. How could she know that she had set herself up for this horny kid at what was, for him, the psychologically exact moment for his maturing?
She sat in the hammock, smiling a juicy, red-lipped smile as he burst in under the lacy boughs of the pepper tree.
He saw her, saw that she had on the same bikini, but he saw the full, sleek breasts, the peep-show of purple-brown nipple, the crease between the opulently soft pillows of flesh. And his mind also saw, under the ridiculously skimp bikini panties, the fat, hairy-lipped mound, with its deep crease filled with vermilion flesh slicked and shiny from her cunt juice.
She was so amazed by his stumbling run at her that she let him push her over, swinging her strong, beautifully rounded legs aside so that she could take him in her arms. He was so filled with his suppressed need to fuck, so driven by his acknowledged need to spill out his problems, that he lost all fear. His cock was hurting him, it was so hard, so pressed down by his tight jeans. He was in an awkward position, but his face was buried in the softness, the perfumed warmth of her breasts, and he worked his mouth feverishly, unconsciously trying to get some part of the soft, smooth titty into his mouth.
In her own heat and confusion, her careful plans knocked in a heap by this overt action by Donnie, Nell Hendricks simply gave way to her basic instincts. Here was a boy, a male, the object of her fevered desire. He was, quite obviously, aching for her body. So she did what good, warm-blooded, fuck-hungry women have always done-she opened herself to him without reserve.
She was slightly larger than Donnie, and probably stronger. She held him up from her as if he were a much smaller child, and somehow got her breasts bare and worked the triangle of fabric down over her hips.
As for Donnie, his only thought was that he was in contact with the warmth, the softly luxuriant flesh of a woman, and his instincts relieved him of his fear. By some oddity of movement, his mouth found Nell's. He knew nothing of sexuality and its trimmings except what he had read and heard, but his tongue went searching into the woman's mouth and found what it was needing, a strong, slippery tongue just like his own. And the strangest fact of all was that, with all this crazy reality, ten times hotter than the hottest of his fantasies, he did not shoot his innocent cream into his underwear. Instead, feeling completely in control of his cock, he put his strong young arms around the luscious woman and hugged the beautifully naked body to him.
But his hard cock pained him, and he rolled slightly so that Nell's anxious, busy hands found his fastenings and his zippers.
She had been as avid as the boy, and the fact that she knew exactly what she wanted made her, if possible, even hotter. But she, too, in this weird transition from fantasy to fact, from wish to realization, quieted and felt easier. It's because I'm sure of his cock her mind said, and a hard lump in her chest dissolved. The tight muscles around the entry to her cunt relaxed. The warm aromas from her body, from the distillations inside her vagina, rose in a perfumed cloud around them, making her as drunk as the boy.
He moved his body carefully and easily, still kissing the woman, still kneading the lush smoothness of her marvelous tits, while she, without seeming effort, got jeans and underwear off. Only when she gave his hard young ass a squeeze with her hand did he let her go, sitting with his arms up like a little child, letting her pull his knit shirt over his head.
They looked at each other in the comfort of the old tree's shade, and she said very quietly: "Well, Donnie, this is what I've wanted for a long time." For a woman of her age, she felt very shy, but she held her breasts up to him as if they were an offering, and whispered: "See my nipples, how hard and big they are? It's because you've made me hot. Hot for you, baby. For your cock!"
He shivered, feeling for the moment that this was a situation too heavy for him, and then some quiet intelligence told him that all he would ever need to do, with any girl or woman, was simply to follow what had been said.
"Look at me," he said, and put her hand on his cock. "You can see how I feel!" He drew in a long breath as she frigged the soft foreskin back over the glistening red head. Two minutes before, he believed, this touch would have sent the opaque shots of semen squirting out of his overheated cock. Now, although he was high and tight with lust and fuck-itch, he was in control.
"Do you want to fuck me?" the woman asked in a queer sort of humility, her heart almost bursting with the desire to do what the boy wanted. "Do you want to look at it first? To play with it? Have you ever seen a woman's, uh, you know, whatever you want to call it?" She held his young, intent face in her hands.
He laughed excitedly. "Not really," he said. "Not to look at up close, not to, well, play with."
He slid off the hammock and put his hands between her fine thighs. "My, this is a warm place," he whispered, looking only at the pressed-down plumpness of her cunt, seeing only the mound with its thick growth of curly dark hair. "But I can't see anything." His voice was amazingly steady.
"Here," Nell said, and pulled the enormous pillow down from the head end of the hammock. "Push it under my bottom. Do you like to think in stronger terms? Would you call it my ass, if you were talking to a friend?" She was, somehow, anxious to learn. Her breasts were swelling up, her inner labia were juicing and itching, but she felt a sharp interest in these lesser details. It would be sweet and sharp and endearing to hear this innocent boy-and she was positive that he was virginal-use the warm, ancient words of lust and love.
And Donnie, still riding on that high crest of confidence, answered: "Sure, Nell, your ass." He was pushing the pillow under her smooth, wide buttocks; the movements of her body made a sort of bridge of her body as she rested on her shoulders and with braced feet, spread wide apart. It suddenly opened her cunt to his gaze, its thick lips opening wide so that the pinkness of her inner labia shone wetly between the spread of darkly -haired flesh.
There was such attraction for him in this fleshly display that, without knowing it, he moved between her thighs as she settled her opulent body down on the thick pillow. Her legs enfolded him and her heels went behind him to press him nearer the open, reddened, flowing cunt. And instinctively, his young arms went up and around her thighs, with his hands resting in the thick tangle of her dark cunt hair.
She was up on the hammock, her head high enough so that she could see his sweet and handsome little face. It was apparent that he was just a bit uncertain, so she whispered: "Donnie, look at me! You sweet thing! Look at Nell!"
He raised his eyes, seeing her smiling at him through the fringe of curly hair. The gut-churning odor from her cunt, so much like Kathy's, and yet more powerful, was making his mouth flood with anticipatory saliva. He licked his lips, sucking at the same time, and suddenly, just like that, he knew what to do.
He was moaning with pleasure as he buried his lips and tongue in the streaming slit, and the richness of taste as he supped her pussy juice was everything that Rod had said it would be.
In his imaginative heat as he jerked off, he had often picked up the sweated savor from his foreskin, and, in an excess of lust, licked it with relish. But this was wilder than any fantasy.
He felt the warmth and slickness of the full-fleshed cuntlips on his cheeks, felt a small movement of buried muscle in the entry to the hot fountain of fuck juice as he licked and sucked. Yes, the scent and flavor were like that of his cock when it was sweated and hot, but the clear, delicate liquid which sluiced from her hidden fuckhole sweeter than all his wet dreams. There was so much of it that he was able to suck up small mouthfuls, but some buried instinct made him sip it slowly, enjoying it all the more.
There was another reward. His friend, his older woman friend, was slowly winding up to something, he didn't know for sure, but he knew something was happening deep up her. And then he knew-of course! She was about to cum!
He remembered some of the phrases he had read aloud in his own or borrowed fuckbooks. "The clitoris is located just under the apex of the cloven lips. Like the head of a man's penis, it is the salient point in a woman's enjoyment of sex." Deliberately, he rooted into the moist, slowly humping cleft, and rubbed his strong tongue forcefully in its savory depths.
His own cock was so hard, so full of need and nerves, that he had to be careful not to let it rub either in his smooth thighs or on his belly, lest he shoot his precious load into the air beneath the swaying hammock. He might not know what to do, he might not have as much of a cock as a grown woman would want, but he knew he had to hold it so that he could shoot it, at last, into this throbbing cunt, this muscular, closely gripping pussy.
As his tongue struck with its slobbery power into the very root and base of all her sexual feelings, even while her bottled desires were bursting inside her, in her vagina as well as around the happily jerking clitoris, Nell remembered with tenderness that this was, after all, only a small boy. His sweetly sucking lips, his probing tongue, had done all that a grown man could have done. But there was still the matter of not frightening him with too much wildness.
She could not help but tighten the grip of her thighs on his beardless cheeks, or the grip of her heels which convulsively pressed his face deeper into her spasming cunt. But she restrained her wildly pumping ass, concentrating on letting the richness, the thoroughness of her orgasm roll out of her cunt in measured flights of nerve-joy. She was not conscious that she had her hands locked in his curly hair until she had finished her cum, and her legs and belly relaxed. Only then did she release him, and allowed the force of gravity to pull her slack legs down over his arms.
The taste and textures of her cunt had dired Donnie's balls without costing him his control. Or his courage. His face was shining with the rich dew from deep up inside her pussy, and he licked his lips in open enjoyment. "I never did anything like that, before, Nell," he grinned. "Made you cum, didn't I?"
She feebly reached for his head, still sapped by the force of her violent orgasm. "Would you believe it, Donnie," she asked, "if I never came any better? Or any harder?" Her laugh made her breasts jump up and down as they lolled in their soft weight on the sides of her rib cage. "I'll bet you've got a lot of jism stacked up in your balls, right? Can I have it?"
He was still sailing on his cloud of lust and confidence, and he understood her perfectly. He stood up proudly, his young cock standing out and up at a forty-five degree angle, the perfect picture of a very young stud. "I sure want you to have it," he said, his voice as deep as a man's.
She sat up, her full, firm body incredibly beautiful to the young boy. Her nipples were swollen and dark, contrasting with the whiteness of her breasts where the bikini covered them. She took his hard, hot cock very gently in her soft hand, looking up at him with love and sympathy.
"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked in a whisper. "To suck all that beautiful jism out of your pretty balls, letting it shoot down my throat while I wrap my tongue around it? Or would you rather stick it into my pussy, and shoot it all up in my belly, way up me, in my cunt?"
The strong words fired his mind even more. To be like this, with a grown woman, hearing dirty words! Unbelievable! His cock throbbed hard, and a clear drop of pre-cum fluid shone in the eye at its tip. He licked his lips, getting more of the marvelously rich taste of her body juices. "Let's do both," he said.
CHAPTER THREE
There was a curious fire burning in Nell Hendricks. In the dark of her cunt, all the way from its pink and slippery opening to the slick, hard mouth of her womb, and on to the final inch of the closed sheath. Her mind was trying to catch up to what her body was doing, and the very fact that her body was out ahead of her cool mind made her fuck-heat more richly pagan. Still, she thought of the boy.
"It's nearly five," she said, her hand aware of the trembling rigidity of his cock. She swallowed the tide of saliva rising in her mouth at the feel and the sweetly rank odors from under his thick foreskin. "Maybe one will be enough."
His voice was suddenly hoarse. "Do both," he commanded. "I want to squirt it in your mouth. And I want to shove it up your cunt. Come on, get going!" And he pumped his body at her, his cock just about even with her mouth.
She rolled out of the hammock, smiling. "Yes, sir, Mister Mitchell," she said,' bending only slightly to kiss him on the lips. "Ooooh, my old pussy sure tastes good!" and she hugged him hard against her swollen breasts, getting a burst of lovely pain. "But I've got an idea of how to do it best."
She walked over to a broad, leaf-littered couch covered in flowered vinyl, and pulled its two big cushions to the ground.
He followed her, his young face alight with interest, his hand on the moving solidity of her buttock. His face showed the least bit of strain. When Nell dropped to her knees, and then rolled onto her back, he knelt beside her, looking away.
"If we're going to, uh, fuck first," he said doubtfully, "you may have to help me." He tried to laugh. "I told Old Dexter-he's my good buddy, he's always asking me out on dates-I told him just a few days ago, I wouldn't know what to do."
"Look at me," Nell said. "That's no cause to be ashamed. Everyone has to start sometime." She hid her amusement under a suddenly very genuine affection. "What did old Dexter say?"
Now Donnie felt enough better to laugh. "He said: 'What's to know? You kiss 'em, suck on their titties, finger their cunts a little, and stick it in.' But I know that's not all!"
The woman, her cunt still throbbing from the powerful orgasm he had brought on with his lips and tongue, enfolded him gently in her arms, taking care to keep his overtaxed prick from rubbing anywhere on her. "Old Dexter's pretty near right," she whispered. "If the girl-or woman-is as hot as I am. I think I'll start to cum the minute you touch me. You know what I want you to do?"
He shook his head.
"First," Nell said, "let's kiss a little. I want to lick my own cream off your face. Would you believe that that's a very hot-making thing for a girl?" She was kissing around his mouth, on his chin, even on his nose where it had pressed into her twat.
He returned her kisses, briefly getting his tongue into her mouth, where she sucked it hard. "Sure," he said. "It's all part of the thing, isn't it? Sex? Fucking?"
She held him hard, her laugh a throaty rumble. "Yes, yes, my dear," she panted. "How smart you are! Yes, anything we do, even just the rub of your skin on mine, is part of loving. Part of that wonderful thing we call fucking! Oh, my God, baby!" she moaned, humping her solid ass up and down. "I'm so hot!"
"You said you'd tell me what you wanted to do," he gasped. "Tell me! Oh, God, Nell, I could shoot this load clear over the house!"
"Okay," she said softly. "Get up on your knees. Spread your own knees out wide."
She hunched forward, spreading her thighs out very far apart, so that each of them was over one of the boy's strong, hairless thighs also. Her cunt was an inch from the red, throbbing tip of his trembling prick. "See what I want you to do?" she asked, her voice taut with strain. "When I move toward you, just put it in. You'll have to point the tip down a little. You know where my fuckhole is?"
The boy blushed. "I'm not sure," he faltered. "I think I got my tongue in it awhile ago. Is it near your clitoris?"
"No," she said. Her voice was unsteady, but she smiled. "Let me start it in."
She raised her body slightly, so that her cunt pointed at Donnie's face. She was at her peak of heat again. "Get your hands on my hips," she directed him. "I'll put your peter into me." She made one more effort; she felt the hardness and heat of his cock at her cuntal entry. "That's it," she panted. "Shove just a little. Ohhhh! THERE! THAT'S IT!"
She had done just exactly as she had told him she might-she was cumming almost at the instant that his hard young tool went into her cunt. She had looked at it, time and again, in this last few minutes.
It was not really big. Not even for a fourteen year old. But oh, God, how good it felt! It was hitting both the top and the bottom of her cuntal sphincter, the gripping, powerful muscles with a woman uses to close her vagina, unconsciously, or to grip a cock, consciously. And it was pressing hard against that sensitive pad of glandular tissue immediately inside her cunt, right at the top. It felt a foot long and two inches across.
"Ohhh!" she gasped. "Shove harder, darling! SHOVE! FUCK ME!" Her body was weaving like a huge, smooth snake, its power seeming to wield her cunt, seeming to Donnie to be shoving her pussy around his prick, pumping and squeezing.
He was white-lipped with the pleasure of what was happening to his dick, and with the effort to hold his load. The hot, slick muscles were holding him right by the head of his cock, at the tenderest part. Best of all, he could see what was happening, see the big, wetly pink slit, its blood-gorged inner lips laced with the carmine of inflamed blood vessels as it held and sucked at his cock. To see a cunt so close, a mature woman's pussy, with all that lovely cunthair! To see the juice pump steadily out of her hole, in which his cock was buried. And, most important to his fevered ego, to hear her moans of lust.
"Oooohhhh, darling! Oh, Donnie! Stick it clear to my throat!" she yelled. "I'm cumming, baby! Can you feel my cunt grip your sweet dickie? OHHHH!" and she began to pump so wildly that he had to grip her around the thighs, feeling his own load swell and press in his youthful nuts, ready to burst. '' A AA ARRRRGGGGHHHH! FUCKFUCKFUCK! MAKE ME CUM, BABY! MAKE ME SHOOT MY HORNY OLD LOAD!"
She was so wildly excited, so lost in the fit of her own orgasm that her only thought for Donnie was that he should fuck harder, stick it in her deeper, and let her spasming cunt feast on the hardness of his dick. Her powerful thighs were now gripping him, her heels now against his muscular young buttocks. Although he was only a hair away from his own orgasm, he looked down, fascinated, on the completely lascivious fuck scene in which he was one of the main figures. If he lived to be a hundred, he would never forget this, his very first fuck.
As he looked down on the foam-flecked tissues of her cuntal area, at the coral-pink membrane, the taut and quivering clit, the thick lips with all their hair, that seemed to suck and pull at him, he moaned an accompaniment to Nell's wild outcries.
She was running down just as his semen began to make its hot and bursting thrust up his tubes, so that it could spurt in a milky stream from the reddened head of his dick, into the hot and sperm-drinking cunt stuck on the end of it.
As his load began to shoot, he struggled up enough to drop Nell's thighs, allowing him to plunge deep into her, as deep as he could go. He had picked up a rhythmic motion from the heartbeat tattoo of her fuck-muscles, and he pumped his heavy load of fuck-juice into her like a man.
He was shouting incoherently: "Give it to me, mama! FUCK ME! SUCK IT OUT OF ME! GET MY LOAD!" and the pleasure of his hard-shooting sperm, bursting out of the raw-nerved head of his cock, gave him a feeling of male power as he fucked into the slick, hot flesh which seemed to milk him of his seed.
When it was over, he was lying on Nell's breast like a thick rug of boneless meat. His mouth was slack and partly open, and he was drooling his spit over one of her tits. It felt wonderful to the strong and passionate woman, and she gave herself to the I all-over joy of flesh on flesh, cock in cunt, sweated body pressing warmly on sweated body.
She inhaled the male fragrance of his hair, his sweat, the rich fuck-scents which surrounded them.
He stirred, and she put her arms around him. "Be still, dar," she whispered. "You wanted me to suck you. Let your darling cockie rest against my womb. It'll stay hot there. In a minute, we'll move just enough to keep it from going soft. That's what I meant for us to do."
"You won't get a baby from my cum?" the boy asked. "You know, I've always heard if you cum inside a girl, she has a baby." He felt the strong, smooth body move slightly, felt a warm caress around his cock.
"Not always, Donnie," Nell whispered. "There are things to take. The Pill. Have you heard of it?"
Donnie's cock felt good, wallowing in that slick, voluptuously hot pussy. He felt even bigger, lying on a grown woman he had fucked-and made to cum. "Sure, I've heard," he said. "What are they like?"
"Just a little white pill," Nell laughed, squeezing the warm folds of her pussy around him again, thrilling as he pumped back. "But don't worry. Oooooh, you feel good inside me! Your cock is wonderful. Still hard."
He grunted, pleased but worried. "It's not much of a cock," he said. "Nothing, really. You ought to see Old Dexter's."
She was weaving her body against his, enjoying the loose, sloppy feel of his hardness stirring in her guts. "You've got enough," she whispered, stroking his sweated hair. "I should tell you, because all men should know this. It isn't the size of a man's penis that's important. It's how much he knows about a woman, about where all the good feeling spots are. I'll show you all of them." She was becoming more excited now, not ready to cum again, but very hot from thinking what was to happen. Thinking of how his cock would feel and taste in her mouth, with that thick film of his semen and her fuck-juice on it. Pushing into her throat, back to the very end of it. He had plenty of cock for that. He had plenty of cock, period.
"Geez, that feels good to me, too, Nell," he said in a voice suddenly aware and pleased. "Keeping it in there, where it's warm and nice and gooey, that way I don't have to get a new hard-on, right? It just keeps hard."
He held her and kissed her, and she moved in a sharp heave as her loving, fuck-swollen breasts felt his strength. But she held his tongue in her mouth, sucking it hard but sweetly.
As she let him go, she got her arms around his neck. "I want to teach you what to do, darling," she whispered. "You're already so good, though! I won't have to teach you very much. Ohhh!" and she pumped enthusiastically, sure she could feel his young balls rubbing at her sensitive asshole. "It sure did stay hard! Suck my tongue again while I feel your balls."
She kissed him, shoving her hand under the swell of her haunch, and located his nuts. The sac was almost hairless, although he had a pretty good growth of pubic hair for such a young kid. Now that he had lost his first stream of sperm, the balls should have been hanging slack. Perhaps they had been only a few minutes before. After all, he wasn't Superman. But now he had regained the heat that would be expressed in another pumping, joyful load of his boyish fuck-juice. She was very careful, very tender in her handling of the precious glands, fondling them gently and moving her hips involuntarily as her heat grew.
"I can't believe this is happening to me, Nell," he said in a voice of wonder. "I came here to ask you to talk to me, to help me. I've got plenty of problems." He stopped, and the pressure of her responsive cunt caused him to slam into her with a couple of quick fuck-thrusts. "It's getting really hard," he said. "You sure know how to keep a guy's dick hard."
"Did you like the way it felt when you came?" she asked in a low voice. Her tongue and throat and lips ached for the feel and taste of his young peter. "There sure was a lot of it. I'll bet Old Dexter couldn't shoot any more jizz than you did, right?"
He laughed, a joyful sound. "I guess I do cum a lot," he admitted. "But this is the first time I never got to see how much."
This tacit admission of jerking off gave him no problem. Nell seemed to know a lot about sex. She must know that he had never fucked a woman before. Therefore, she must know that he jerked off. Wouldn't that be obvious? And still, he felt no shame whatever, felt not the least bit uncomfortable with her.
Nell laughed, closing her cuntal muscles sharply on his hard young prick. "I'm glad your first time was with me," she whispered. "You're so sweet, but such a great little man. Do you believe that, that I think you're great?"
He fucked into her confidently. "If you say so, Nell," he answered. "As long as you liked it."
She hugged him hard, letting the sharp sensuality of her pressured breasts run through her. "I loved it," she said. "And now we're going to do something else nice. You'll like it."
She rolled him off her, and quickly laid a warm grasp on his cock. It was delightfully hard, and she moved her body around so that her soft, strong ass was near his face. She kept her thighs closed, wanting to hold his slippery load of cum in her as long as possible, but some of it. slid out as she moved around, jacking the wet foreskin up and down on the rigid cock.
He reached down and felt her breasts with loving fingers, and she cried: "OOOOH! That's what you do that's so great! Not many men, and probably no boys at all know that a hot woman's titties are full of feeling! Now," and she glanced back at him, licking her lips and holding his cock in her fits, "do you know what I'm about to do?"
He giggled. "What you said," he answered. "Suck me off, I guess." He pumped his ass up and down. "If it's any better'n your pussy, I won't be able to stand it!" He was feeling between the richly formed globes of her ass, getting his fingers into the glaze that spread warmly over her inner thighs, up the brown, hairy crease of her ass.
She got carefully up on elbows and knees, one arm across his belly so that one breast lay on him and one by his side. Her breath was rasping with desire, her mouth flooded by a gush of saliva. She swallowed quickly and then opened her mouth and went down on his hard young organ, all the way until her lips mashed against his pubic hair, feeling the soft, cushiony head of his cock plow into her throat. She brought her head back up slowly, lashing her hard tongue from side to side against his hard column, then caressingly around the sensitive head. The taste, composed of the richness of her own cunt, the thick cream from his balls, and the unwashed sharpness from under his foreskin made her gag, it was so gut-twistingly beautiful. Just the feel of his cock, with its zesty film of love-juices gave her a hard and lovely twist of cum-fire in her throbbing cunt. Involuntarily, she waggled her ass and moaned, and young Donnie, grateful for the marvels that were happening to him, thought he understood. He patted her smooth, taut rump, running his fingers up and down across her shrinking asshole, burying them in her pussy.
"Do you want me to suck you out, too?" he asked. "I know how; I've seen pictures."
Thank God for this innocent kid! Nell's inflamed mind said. And thank God for the way they pick up on the right things!
She moved one big, smooth thigh across his face and, still with his cock in her mouth, looked back between her swinging titties to see how she was positioned. "Am I right over you?" she asked. "Let me lower my bottom. There, is that about right? I can move either way."
He had his arms up over her splendid rump, enjoying the feel of her satin-smooth skin, the fantastic sight of her open cunt, so red and swollen, and flecked with big, white gouts of foamy cum. "You're just right," he said. "Wow! I'm going to eat some of my own cum!"
"Mine, too," the woman laughed. She went down on him again, sucking very hard as she bought her head back up. She held the head right at her lips, still sucking hard, and lapping with all her tongue's strength on its itchy, tender underside. At the same time, she felt the closing of his mouth around her fuckhole, and the nervous and joyful pain as he sucked the tender walls of it together. There was a surge of juice in her vaginal reservoirs, and she humped hard against his face.
This was even better than before, to Donnie. He had been in too big a hurry, he had been too hot, he had had to keep his face buried in the streaming slit before and could not see it. Now, between sucks, Nell brought the hairy dish of fuck-pie up above him, so that he saw every detail. Even the slow oozing of their combined cum-juices, the trembling of her vaginal opening, the vein-laced vermilion of her swollen inner lips.
She was dark, and so, at the edges of her fat outer lips, that skin was dark, too. There were two flaps, smooth and hairless, that, he imagined, folded over the inner labia. On their inner side, the membraneous skin was a grainy pin. On the outside, they were dark, too, like the outer lips. Oh, God, how beautiful! he thought as the long split opened as Nell pushed her cuntal riches down to his devouring mouth. And how sweet it tastes, he rejoiced.
Each time he sucked or licked, it made him more conscious of the cum-itch in his cock, more grateful for the utterly wonderful experience of being sucked off. Even Rod had never had anything like this. Only kids, and what would kids know? Certainly not as much as this lushly built, fully matured woman, with so gloriously much dark, curly cunthair.
The musky perfume of hot cunt was now so much a part of him that he sought something richer, more positive. As Nell came forward and down-and it seemed that she timed these movements of her beautiful ass with the gobbling of her mouth-the white globes of her generously sculptured ass spread wide apart, and there in the middle of that humid valley, slick and shining with cunt-flow, was her puckered little button of an asshole.
In his hundreds of experiments to make his jerking off more varied and adventuresome, Donnie had, like all boys do, discovered the erotic nature of his anus and rectum. First with a bar of soap, then with a finger, finally with a small, slender zucchini squash. So he knew that assholes were sex-oriented.
So now, as Nell's lovely buttocks spread and lowered, Donnie simply locked his arms above the warm expanse of her ass and held her there, while he licked and reamed thoroughly around and into her richly flavored sphincter. The effect was marvelous.
Nell was trembling on the verge of a huge orgasm, only keeping its surging flow back by thinking of the delights of sucking a small boy's prick. Not a boy's small prick; she had decided that Donnie's penis, if not extremely large, was at least of exactly the right dimensions to give her the utmost in pleasure. It was going an inch or so into her throat every time she went down on it. It was wonderful. She could wrap her tongue around it, which gave her and him all the more pleasure. Thus her thoughts, in an effort to keep her cuming, however sweet, held off.
She could hear the boy panting, and his loins were fucking up at her, driving his peter into her mouth. Soon it would shoot its gloriously tasty jism into her. She sucked up her drool. No room in her mouth for her own runny spit, once that rich, sweet boy-cum began to spurt into her chops. She was moaning, feeling the sound vibrate around the hard young cock. She sniffed the rankly stirring perfume of a male crotch bathed in summertime sweat, and rubbed her nose against his balls each time she buried his cock deep among her powerful throat muscles. But now she could not maintain her coolness. Not with that sudden, beautiful expansion of her asshole, that forceful pressure of tongue or finger or whatever.
Her body tossed momentarily in a gale of sex fever. Instinctively, as her head came back to the tip of Donnie's cock and her spread thighs rose above his face, she looked under her, again between the slowly jiggling breasts, and saw that his hands were locked on her ass-so she knew he was sucking her asshole!
It was so beautiful that she shouted with a savage, pagan joy, and it was this last straw that set the tidal wave of her passion in full flow.
There was a hard ache in her clit, only for a moment, a pain too deep and splendid to last. Then it burst, in an invisible shower of black pleasure, a gut-rolling force of joy that seemed to turn her cunt inside out. She could feel it like a hot wave forcing its way from her pussy. Or was it from her asshole? One was as tenderly, as ferociously involved with her drumming shot of sex fire as the other; she was cumming all over. Deep in her belly, up in the midnight slobber around her womb, among the fluttering muscles hiding in the comfort and heat of her cunt. It ran along her thighs, up into her belly. Every cunthair felt it, and every twittering nerve and oozing cunt-pore shared in it.
The fact that Donnie was shooting his thick, rich semen into her mouth made it all more complete, more beautiful, more draining.
The young boy, his own heat built to roaring and uncontrollable heights, had stopped hunching his loins up to thrust his cock deeper into his loving friend's throat. It felt so marvelous to have that warm, sweet mouth sucking him with such tender force. His thighs were spread, but her forehead and her long black hair went right between them. One of her hands was fondling his balls, which were trembling with their overload, ready to pump it all up and out into her throat and mouth. He hoped she would swallow it. He had heard that some women held it in their mouths and spit it out as if it were nasty. He loved his cock-cream so much that he would have raged inwardly to see it wasted. He always licked up all of it he could when he shot it into his hands after viewing his little sister's sweet pussy.
The thought of his sister's pussy came just as he felt the wild stretch and contraction of Nell's cuntal throat, and saw and felt the clutching joy that burned in her rectum. It triggered his orgasm, started the wild surge of hot jism up his swollen tubes, and with painful joy, fired jet after spewing jet of it into the wildly sucking mouth of the dark, sweet woman.
He felt her stomach come down on his chest, his chin in her open slit, now, and his lips immobilized by the weight of her butt. Her breasts were warm and soft and rubbery on his belly, and he simply let his sperm flow as she sucked.
Her mouth was gentle and busy; he knew what she was doing by some instinct. She was swallowing his creamy joy-juice, trying not to lose a drop of it. And, as she graciously rolled her splendid body off him to spare him the crush of her sweet weight, he rolled with her so that his cock stayed in her mouth, enjoying the warmth and activity of her lips and tongue.
The sun was still high and the air was warm when they separated their sweating, sated bodies. Nell looked at the boy anxiously, afraid that he might undergo some vast post-coital shock. Older, wiser men than this virginal fourteen-year-old boy had been brought down by the depression and fake remorse of extreme sexual excesses. But he seemed happy.
"I still can't believe it," he said to her as she helped him pull up his jeans, She was still comfortably, beautifully naked, and he rubbed his face in the warm resilience of her tits.
"I was just a confused, scared kid when I came here, needing to ask a million questions. Now, I feel, well, maybe I'm stupid to say this. But I feel like a man!"
Her heart went out to him. His problems, she knew, could not be eradicated by sex, no matter how complete and loving. But she did feel that maybe, just maybe, she had started him on a road that might lead him where he needed to go.
For just a moment, she held him close, mashing her breasts. What had he said only a few minutes ago? That she would have to show him what to do? Her sweetly maternal heart told her that, in spite of a great natural talent, he still had much to learn.
God willing, she would help him learn it.
CHAPTER FOUR
For every action, there is a reaction. But sometimes it does not follow an expected pattern.
Nell Hendricks, not without reason, had feared that Donnie Mitchell's afternoon of violent sex, far beyond what the usual teenager experiences, might leave him drained and depressed. He was so young! And he had shot two enormous loads of hot jism into her. Her reaction to the memory was automatic-she felt a deep, hard twitch of muscle in her cunt, and licked her lips with her pink and pointed tongue.
Donnie's reaction was different.
It was only a few blocks to his home, and he knew he was getting there much later than normal. Mom left for work at five, and he had an unwritten, unspoken contract with himself to be there with his little sister before mom departed. But he was in no hurry. The feeling he had in his cock, in his body, was so marvelous that he wanted to hang on to it. And the pictures he had in his mind-of that red-raw, love-slopped cunt in all its hot colors, framed by that alluring, sexually significant mass of dark cunt hair-he wanted to wallow in them mentally.
So what if he was a few minutes late, he thought. The sun was still high, and Kathy was getting grown up. Wow, was she ever! His mind switched from a dark, voluptuous, fully matured cunt to one of a different type. And even different coloring.
Nell's pubic hair went all the way down her fat cuntlips even though it thinned out just a bit, right at the hole. It took up immediately beyond that tender entry, decorating her asshole and an inch or two beyond it.
The little pussy he suddenly dreamed of had only a small puff of yellow hair just above the slit. The pink and tender slit, under which, he now knew, was a clitoris just like any other woman owned. And from which, as he knew all too well, there arose the same exciting cunt smells as he had enjoyed this afternoon.
He felt now, as he had for a long time, that he should be ashamed. Thinking of his sister as if she were just another cunt! It was horrible! Beastly! What was that other word, that terrible, accusing word? Incestuous! And yet, with all of this, he had never felt bigger, or stronger, or wiser. It was something he would have to talk to Nell about. Now that things were the way they were, he knew he had someone to talk to.
He was surprised and pleased when little Kathy ran to him and flung her arms around him as he entered the house. They had always been affectionate with each other. With mom, too. There was always love, always a lot of hugging and patting and kissing. But this was just a little different. Donnie figured it had to be some change in him. Something to do with his sudden, lovely introduction to fucking. For he certainly felt that he had been bathed in pussy juice.
Kathy clung to him, kissing his face, his lips. He had a terrible temptation to ram his tongue into her sweet and innocent mouth, and the thought had a strange double effect-it shamed him, and at the same time, it made his cock throb. He was conscious of her soft, firm little breasts, pressing him. Not so little, either. Maybe not as big as Mom's, and surely not as big as Nell's two beauties. But they were there, and he felt them.
If he had not been so steeped in the rich odors of Nell's twat, he would have had more to think about than the feel of little Kathy's warm body pressing against him. She had been fingering her warm little slot, reveling in the way her finger could make it flow out that clear, slick love-juice, going half crazy as she blew up and blew out a couple of orgasms. She was superstitiously afraid of penetrating her young cunt' too deeply with anything, even her finger, but sluicing up and down in her coral-pink inner lips, and touching effectively around her straining, hard little clit, could sure bring her.
She had remained naked until after five, hoping that Donnie would come in and she, feigning sleep, could have the joy of hearing his heavy breathing, of seeing him, through her eyelashes, jerking at his beautiful cock. She loved that, loved the hot, juicy feeling it gave her in her juvenile cunt. She was neither more innocent nor more instructed than the average twelve-year-old chickie of her time and place; it was largely circumstance that she had not yet been plugged by some high school kid's hard dick. Circumstance, and her brother, who rode herd on her.
At five, she had begun to worry slightly, and at five-fifteen the worry had become intense enough to cause her to dress and go out in their patio to listen for the little motorbike. And, more because she wanted to see him than from any real fear, each passing minute had increased her formless anxiety.
Thus, it was only natural, perhaps, that on this afternoon when she was sexually excited from her orgasm, she should hug and kiss her brother with more than her usual affection.
And that he, having broken through the barrier of adulthood, at least as far as spaced out sex was concerned, should respond to it in a different way.
His momentary flush of shame held him lightly. As his arms went round her and felt her warm, soft solidity, it changed to warmth and love. Can she help it if she's beautiful? he thought. And then, in the following flash: Can I help it if she makes me hot? And so, instead of a reaction of guilt and depression, Donnie Mitchell, felt a triumphant, surging confidence in himself. Fucking twice, starting really not much more than an hour ago, should have cooled him out. But here he was, getting a bigger hard-on than ever.
Unconsciously, he let his arms slip down her back, let his hands roam over the sweetly ripening young ass, toyed at least in the upper reaches of the crease between her buttocks. He tried to stand just a bit sideways-to, keeping his hardened tool away from his sister's smooth little belly, but she clung to him desperately, until he realized at last that she knew it was there, and what it was, and what it meant.
So now, when this was obvious, he knew what to do. He was the protector, she was his baby sister. He forcibly took her arms from around his neck and pushed her away, although she whimpered and came back at him.
"Listen, Sis," he panted, "this is crazy! What's got into you?" He saw that, although she made sounds like crying, she was in a mood of high gaiety, and he could also see, through the thin summer dress, that her nipples were standing out in her excitement, It was a shock, but it grabbed him.
"Take it easy, baby," he said, trying to smile. "I'm your big brother, remember? Don't do this to me!"
It was at this point that she really began to cry, and he, being a male and a good brother, had no recourse but to take her in his arms. And actually, whether he initiated it or she did, to lead her or to be led to his bedroom. They sat on the edge of his mattress, and he said: "What's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" and kissed at the tears on her cheeks.
Was it so odd that she turned her face to his just at the precise moment when his mouth was coming at her cheek, and that she innocently opened her lips as they met his? Whatever it was, it had the opposite effect of what Donnie had intended. Now it was he who passionately curled his tongue into that sweet and inviting mouth, and they both held there, grappling desperately, while he swabbed up her spit and she did the same for him. It shook him to the core, and he realized that, right or wrong, he wanted his sister more than he had ever wanted anything in life.
The thought almost made him sick, it was so sweet, and yet, in his mind, so hopelessly rotten, so criminal. He held her by the shoulders and looked at her until her eyes dropped.
"Kathy," he said, "I can't--we can't-do anything so terrible." His young voice shook.
"What have we done that's so bad?" she asked, her blue eyes bright as stars. "Hug and kiss a little."
"Hug and kiss a little?" he cried. "That's a mighty funny kind of kissing for a brother and sister!"
She looked at him in a puzzled way. "I don't think so," she said boldly. "I've seen your peter dozens of times. And you've seen my, my, well, you've seen my pussy!"
His blood ran cold for a moment, and then he began to laugh. He put his arm around her and held her. "I ought to beat your fat little tail off," he declared. "I thought it was too good to be true, that you always managed to kick the covers off in just the same way. And lie there with your little pussy showing."
He shook her gently and said: "Well, all right, you've got something else on me, baby. Because you must have seen what I did. Did you know that boys did that?"
"Yes," she said hoarsely, clinging to him. "And every time, I just was dying to get up and, and," and she stopped, blushing. "And what?" he asked.
"And help you!" she cried, burying her face in her hands. "That's what I wanted just now, to help you! Oh, Buzzie," she cried, using her baby-talk name for him, "I love you so much! And you always looked so, well, scared. Or sorry. Or something!"
"When I did-that stuff?" he asked, and again he felt shame. He held her and patted her, but she turned and put her face up.
"It made me feel so good when we kissed that way, Buzzie," she whispered. "I know about it. It's French kissing. And I never did it until just now. Please!" And she held her beautiful little mouth up to his, as innocent as a cherub, her teeth parted, her pink, strong tongue seeming to move.
He could not help it. With a groan, he clutched the strong, girlish body, getting one hand on one of her firm little breasts, and they kissed, rocking back and forth, moaning as their heat and excitement heightened. At last, with an effort of will and body, he let her go.
"I can't do it, Sis," he cried brokenly. "I want to, but I can't! Oh, God!" and he sounded like a grown man in deep pain, "what am I going to do? What am I going to do?"
"Donnie," the young girl whispered, "all I want to do is to help you! Honest! I don't want you to do anything really bad!"
He heard her through his misery and was staggered at the impossibility of what she had said.
"What do you mean?" he cried. "Anything I do is wrong!"
He was unable to move as she put her hand on his hard young cock, as she began to fumble with his belt and zipper. She kept her face down, as though concentrating on what she was doing.
"It can't be all that wrong," she whispered stubbornly. "It won't be anything you haven't done before. Only I'll help you!"
He began to feel a rage of lust in his prick, in his balls. He could not ask her again what she meant. That would be stupid. So, as she unfastened his jeans at the belt, and ran his zipper down, he did nothing except to stand up and let her roll them down his thighs, along with his shorts. He had the terrible idea that she meant to suck him off, which he would not allow. No way! But she only looked up at him sweetly and said: "You always look at me and then whack off. Aren't you going to undress me and look at me now?" She stood up before him, smiling slightly, and he thought he had never seen anything as sweet and loving as her smile. Somehow, stunned though he was, he felt that what he was doing might, after all, be right. Or as right as a guy could do, in this crazy world.
"You know an awful lot," he said defensively. "For a twelve-year-old kid." His voice was shaking slightly as she pulled her dress over her head in one girlishly graceful motion.
She answered him calmly. "A girl has to learn," she said. "What makes you think I wouldn't learn the same things as the other chicks? It's part of life. Look at me, Buzzie. Is there anything special you want me to do?" She giggled and leaned on him, their two young bodies rubbing together in love.
"I know you're not going to stick it in me," she said, and her laugh was nervous. "I'd be scared of that, anyhow. But I know that a guy gets really bound up with a bad load. And they say you oughtn't to whack off too much."
He pushed her down on the bed. "You silly kid," he said, but his voice was soft. "I guess I've got the best sister in the whole world. You're right, I suppose. Maybe a fellow can overdo it. Jacking off, I mean. Where did you get that term 'whack off'?"
She lay on her back, looking up at him. "From Margaret-Anne Sc-linedar," she smiled. 'That's what her brother Tom calls it. I never knew what you called it. Jerking off. One girl said you were beating your meat. That's kind of interesting, isn't it?" She shuddered and he saw a ripple of muscle along her belly. "Oh, Buzzie!" she cried, "I wish you would stick it in me! I get so hot! It's terrible, being a girl!"
He lay down beside her and held her against his naked body.
"You know I can't do that," he said. "Actually, uh, put my dick in your pussy. But girls have ways, like boys, don't they?"
She nestled against him, pressing her little bush of curly cunt hair against his thigh, and her body pounded out a cum-beat.
"That was nice," she declared solemnly. "I came. Now, let me watch you beat off. Or whatever you want to call it. Looky, Buzz!" and she lifted her lovely young thighs up, against her chest. "Look at my pussy! And jerk off!"
He stood up, his face scarlet. "I don't think I could do it, baby," he choked. "It's so cold blooded. Anyhow, a guy doesn't like to, uh, jerk off in front of a girl."
"Whyever not?" his sister asked. "You do it every morning in front of me. Why not now?"
His blush remained. "Shut up!" he cried. "I didn't know you were looking. You know that! Damnit!" and his voice was close to tears. "I'll get a stone-ache from this."
She sat up and pulled him to her, her face warm on his stomach. She kissed him just above his little bush of curly pubic hair, and he flinched, but the rub of her neck and throat on his cock was so delightful that he fucked against hrr gently.
"Could you do that, Buzzie?" she asked. "It feels good to me, I can sure tell you that! Is it like rubbing your dick on your fist? Look," and she turned her chin toward her shoulder, and down, so that the soft skin of her throat and her shoulder made a little closure. "Push into there. Yeah, like that! Oooooh! That feels sexy! Fuck right into me, right there!"
He was shocked at her language, but knew it was silly to ask where she picked such words as 'fuck'. How stupid could a guy get? Like she said, girls had to learn. And it felt so good!
He pushed into the warmth of her chin and throat and shoulder, thinking inevitably of how it would feel if it were inside her throat, and groaned with the exquisite sensation. But he felt one little responsibility.
He pushed his throbbing cock gently against her, looking down at her sweet young face, her eyes closed in dreamy concentration, her lovely young mouth softly smiling. Once again, the thought of shoving his dirty old cock into that tender and girlish mouth shook him with same, but almost made him cum.
"This is great for me," he said in a hoarse whisper. "But what about you? You said you, uh, made it a minute ago. That you came. Will you cum again? I can't just do it alone, and not let you have some fun."
Now, for the first time, she actually took hold of his cock as she moved away. She still wore a tiny smile, but her voice was solemn. "I don't know," she said. "Donnie, sometimes I nearly go out of my mind, I need something so bad. I need to get fucked!" she screamed angrily. "What's the matter with me? Why can't I be as honest with you as I am with the kids at school? Oh, Donnie," and she fell against him, arms around his lean hips, her face against his cock and balls, "can't we help each other?" Her hand on his cock felt soft and warm, and he was in such a high state of heat that he had to grit his teeth to keep from shooting his load all over her firm young titties.
I could suck her, he thought, if she wouldn't suck me. It would be terrible if I shoved my cock in her throat. But he said to her in a quivering voice, "Roll over, Sis, and he back on the bed. Wait a minute, though." He ran to the front door and checked to see it was latched. Mom wouldn't be home until after two in the morning. Maybe a little bit earlier if business was slack, but not sooner than one-thirty. Still, you couldn't take chances with anything this heavy.
When he came back, little Kathy was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She had turned off the bright light and turned on a bedside lamp. He could see her quite well, even to the hardened young nipples with their creased tissues fully erected, and the sweet nest of yellow cunt hair at the bottom of her belly.
He had not lost his hard-on, but he no longer had the feverish urgency which might cause him to start cumming if he so much as rubbed his cock against her smooth flesh. When she held out her arms to him, he knead his way to her, and they held each other, delighting in the warmth that generated in the smoothness of their young skin.
"Are you still as hot as ever, baby?" Donnie asked his sister softly. "Because I'm not going to let you help me shoot my wad and not do anything to get you off the limb."
"I feel like I'll get off if you just touch my pussy," Kathy whispered, shivering, smiling, running her warm hands up and down his back, then his thighs. "Oh, Buzzie, you feel so good!"
"I can't shove my dick into you," the boy said. "I shouldn't even be doing this. But if my finger would do it for you, well, we could lie down just like we were doing it. You know what I mean, and I could put my finger in, and you could jerk me off."
Kathy giggled nervously. "Say, we could lie down like we were fucking.' Go on, say it." She was trembling, her eyes closed.
He held her and kissed her head, sucking on her tongue, and she humped her warm, soft body against him. The sweet, strong odor of her pulsing cunt came up to him, and he broke away, groaning.
"I want to see you cum, Donnie," the girl said unexpectedly. "I never really saw it all the way. In the mornings, I mean. I just saw it start, and then you'd grab it!" She was excited. "Do it some way so I can help, and hold your peter while it shoots off, and see that white stuff shoot out the end. Semen, is that what you call it?"
The picture of his tender little sister jerking him off, and watching the "white stuff" shoot out of his cock gave him a hard throb. "Listen," he said, "would you think it was terrible if I, uh, used something else than my finger?" He was shaking with the idea, but the scent from his sister's sweet, juicy little cunt had made his tongue hard. He felt Kathy tremble.
"You know I love you," she said gravely. "You can do anything to me you want to. You know, anything!" Her young voice seemed on the verge of breaking, and she clung to him very hard.
"Okay," he whispered. "Lie down on your side. Facing me. Yeah, that's it. First, though, give me your hand and make a fist."
He held her chubby hand in his and put his lips on her fingers between the hand and the first knuckle. He pushed into this crevice and pressed his tongue into it, moving around so she could get the idea of how hard a tongue could lick her cunt. As it happened, he had the hand with which she had fingered her soft little pussy for much of the afternoon. The rich but delicate taste was not distinguishable in his haze of fuck-heat and his lasting patina of Nell's cunt ooze on his lips, but it added something to his wonderful expectations. The rising pressure in his cock, the itch that would burst as his semen spurted up so painfully but beautifully from his tender prickhead, all mounted as he showed his little sister what he planned for her cunt.
There was such a glow of wet heat in her pussy that she had to close her eyes and bite her lip to keep from creaming too soon. Unconsciously, she lay back on the bed and spread her soft, warm young things, feeling a hot trickle of cunt juice crawl down from the throbbing lips of her sex. The motion pulled her hand away from her brother, and he looked with bright eyes at her open pussy, the thick, soft, tender lips wide apart as her heat made her inner lips swell with her warm blood. She was somewhat dazed by the sudden reality of something she had dreamed of so many months, but all her senses were alert and clear. The flesh around her ass and between her thighs seemed supersensitive, and there was a sudden gush of her cunt fluids from deep up in her maturing vagina. As her brother sighed and lay down beside her, his left arm over her belly, she opened her thighs as wide as they would go, and humped her eager pussy toward his face.
She held his hard cock in her smooth little hand, thinking of how it would look as the juice shot out of it. She wondered if it would shoot clear off the bed, and had an inner thought: Not if I can held it!
Her body moved spasmodically as Donnie's head dipped firmly toward her trembling, itching pussy, and all her body went rigid.
The boy, swallowing to keep his rush of saliva from drooling on his sister's smooth young belly, moved closer and got his arms around her thighs, his hands cupping her warm buttocks. She responded by bringing her knees up and he saw the soft lips go wider, revealing the fat, slick inner workings of her cunt, marked by the scarlet traceries of surface veins full of blood. He arched his neck to get a mouth completely full of that sweetly leaking pussy, and as he went down on that trembling slit, he felt the steady, regular pull of his sister's hand on his cock. She was "helping" him as she had begged to do. And now, sucking furiously, and licking all the rich taste off her creaming cunt, he was doing the same for her.
They had played and sucked tongues and touched each other in the most sensitized places for a long time. It had been wonderful. Kathy knew that she was silently crying, and the salty tears that rolled down her soft young cheeks were as aphrodisiac as the taste of her flowing pussy when she sucked her fingers during a pussy-fingering hour. Twice with the past week, when stray drops of Donnie's jism had spilled on the polished oak floor of her bedroom, she had joyfully sopped it up with a careful finger, and she knew what the saline deliciousness of a boy's cock-juice was like.
Her entire body was thrilling to the marvelous feel of her brother's hard tongue and sweetly sucking lips in the trough of her pussy. It was better than she had ever dreamed, more than just the exciting sensation of raw cum-nerves frictionized to blow-up heat. There was a closeness that she would never have with any other male, and her heart leaped as his body thrashed against her own, as if he were trying to fuck into her aching young titties. She knew she would begin to cum in a matter of seconds, and was afraid she would lose her cool. But she turned her body towards Donnie's, and pulled his throbbing cock with its dark red head to meet her breasts.
He felt a new warmth and knew a panicky-wild thought-she was trying to suck his prick! He could not allow that, but he could not stop sucking her moving, sweetly dripping pussy. He could not even release his grip on her ass, even though his fingers were slipping in the warm, sticky fluids that seemed to pump from her pink hole with each heartbeat. She warned him of the onset of her orgasm by clutching his head with her legs, by arching her loins up to smother him in soft and juicy flesh, giving him the full savor of her total crotch, from the -haired softness above her clit-hiding cleft, along the smoothness of inner lips and bubbling fuckhole, clear to the clean tang of her rosebud asshole.
She felt her senses expand and grow painfully wonderful in their exploding fire of lust unleashed. There was a bursting loveliness in her cunt, better than the best she had ever created by her finger or even with mom's secret vibrator with its clever little heat gadget that made it so much like a real cock. The burst was deep inside her, or no, it was from her hard clit, or-Oh, God! It was all through her, and she screamed wildly: "SUCK IT, BUZZ! OH, GOD, BUZZIE, I'M CUMMING! OH, BUZZIE, IT'S SO-O-O-GOOD!"
Her brother was hanging on to his sister's writhing body with all his might, impressed by the power in her warm body. He kept his mouth busy, sucking up the rich juice which his efforts had built in her, and the softness of her pink cunt was like a dream of love. Cunt hair, cuntlips, slickly convulsing flesh, the softness of the skin between her thighs, all made him happy. But nothing was so beautiful to him as her screams of cum-joy, the proof of the Tightness of what he was doing for her.
He was fucking at her as hard as he could, and his body went hard and still as he felt the powerful, painfully lovely spurts of jism burst out of his balls. Somewhere in the back of his fuck-hazed mind, he remembered that he must not let his baby sister suck his cock. His alarm was, of course, not enough to halt the throbs of his rich young seed squirting out of his jerking cock, but he was heaving his body in the throes of cumming, and his eyes cleared as he saw a picture of innocent female lust, a picture he would never forget.
His sister's flowerlike young face, bright with the joy of having surrendered to a hot wave of orgasm, faced his spouting prick. Her eyes were closed, but her sweet mouth was open. His long ropes of semen were spattering her face, her smooth throat, even her breasts, which seemed much larger than they had only a few moments before.
The sight was so hot, so sweet, that he kept pumping his cock into her hands, shooting what was left of his load wherever Kathy wanted it and kissing her belly, her crotch, her legs with open mouth, slobbering all over the soft, smooth skin.
CHAPTER FIVE
For a long time after they had throbbed out the very last of their joyful togetherness, the two Mitchell kids lay quietly. The taste and warmth and rich perfume of his baby sister's cunt was on Donnie's lips, which were curved in a contented smile.
He felt the very slightest movements of the warm and lovely little body lying against him, and moved lazily to see what Kathy was doing. It gave him a new pride, and still, a new weight of responsibility. Her eyes were tightly shut, and he could see the tiny veins in her eyelids, but she was swabbing up the pearly drops of his jism from her cheeks and chin and the throat, and licking them off her fingers, curling her pink tongue out with satisfaction as she sucked in the silky richness of his seed.
The sight gave him a violent shudder of desire, and his soft cock, lying sticky and wet across Kathy's other palm, trembled. Without opening her eyes, she bent her head and nuzzled her soft lips around, seeking the sweet little morsel of flesh.
Donnie was so overcome with love that he reversed his body, causing his sister to open her blue eyes, which had a dreamy, puzzled look, like a dreamer emerging from some far-off beauty. His body was so soft and warm against her, and her crotch was so warm and sweet against his own, that both children moved in a childish mimicry of fucking, holding each other, smiling, loving silently.
Without a word, Donnie moved to put his mouth on Kathy's, and they lay for a moment with no movement except their throat muscles to show how sweetly and deeply they were tonguing.
The boy felt the slickness of his semen on his sister's breasts, and moved down to kiss the congealing richness off her and bring it up to her lips. As he felt the warmth of her titties and the fantastic size of her hard nipples, he sucked one in with a convulsive power that sent a shock of pain and heat deep down into her young guts. When they pulled apart, they were both flushed and laughing.
"Oh, Donnie," Kathy whispered, her eyes bright with love. "I thank you so much! That was so marvelous! I never dreamed my body could give me such pleasure!" Her voice broke, and happy tears spilled down her cheeks once more. "To see your hot cream shoot out at me! To feel it hit my face, my neck! Oh, Buzzie, it was so wonderful! So beautiful! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!"
She was kissing him on face and mouth and nose as she told her gratitude, and the boy's heart overflowed with affection. He held her, laughing, although he was near to tears. How sweet it would be to fuck her, to push his hard cock into her virgin cunt, to kiss her with lips and tongue as his stabbing prick brought her to one squealing cum after another, to mash her firm young tits against her as they screamed and fucked and came! But he hid the shuddery thought deep in his mind, knowing he must keep this marvelous relationship on this clean and friendly basis.
"You'd been finger-fucking your pretty little pussy, hadn't you, baby?" he teased, rubbing his hand softly between the thick lips of the girlish twat, making Kathy squirm and giggle. "It tasted wonderful on your fingers, just before I ate the whole thing!"
There was still a healthy heat glowing in the thick-lipped cunt that little Kathy so gladly rubbed on her brother's hand. It made her tingle all over, made the muscles in her smooth little belly contract involuntarily. She held on to him, humping against him as well as she could. "Oh, Buzzie," she whispered, her eyes closed, "I wish we could really and truly do it. Fuck, I mean. Is it all right to say 'fuck'?"
She was squirming in a sort of rhythm, the same as when she had begun to come on his tongue, and there was a drop or two of sweat on her upper lip.
"Sure it's all right," Donnie answered stoutly. "You and I, we're so close kin. And all we're trying to do is help each other, right? So we ought to be able to talk in the plainest way, using the simplest, rottenest words." He laughed as if embarrassed.
The beautifully naked little blonde pressed against him and put her warm little hand between his legs, stroking his sticky penis lovingly. "They're not rotten words, baby," she said. "Just another way of saying the same thing. 'Intercouse' is a sort of silly word, I think. 'Fuck' is ever so much nicer." She kissed him on his strongly muscled young chest. "I guess we can't ever fuck, though," she said wistfully. "But, Donnie, wouldn't that just be another way of helping each other?"
He lay in silence. There was a marvelous feeling in his cock. Indeed, it was all through his body. He didn't believe he could get another hard-on. It was only six o'clock, he saw by the alarm clock on his night stand. Vve had three big cums in about an hour and a half, he thought in wonder and pride. He felt strong and adult, capable of helping his sister and taking care of her at the same time. What it was, he felt, he was growing up.
He nuzzled his face between his sister's perfect little titties, where the valley between them was so soft and warm, so sweet to smell and taste. "I wish we could," he said in a low voice. "But it seems too much, too heavy, for kids like us to take on. This-well, I mean just playing together, even if it makes us cum-it's entirely different. Innocent, you know what I mean?" He felt a slight dishonesty. After all, he had someone to fuck, someone to go all the way with. But he believed deeply that he was doing the right thing.
Kathy wriggled close against him. "Well," she whispered, "would you finger-fuck me? Wouldn't that be the same as if I, uh, pull you off?"
"Jerk me off," he corrected her absently. He had his hand pressed over her warm, wet little slit, dabbling two fingers gently in the slick, cum-lubricated softness between her cuntlips. "I don't know. Maybe I'd, well, do some kind of harm in there. Even with my finger."
She laughed. "You mean break my maidenhead?" she asked. "I don't think so, Buzz."
He grew still and took his hand away. "Wait a minute," he said angrily. "You don't mean that you've been-after all, you're only twelve." He bit his lip, his face flushed.
His young sister hugged him against her firm, smooth body.
"No, you silly," she scoffed. "I haven't ever had any guy's cock in me. Or seen one or held one. But you know, girls get hot same as boys. About a year ago, I was fooling around with mom's douche nozzle, and something sort of broke in there. Up in my pussy. Anyhow, it gave me a crazy feeling-hurt a little, but felt good. And I bled quite a lot. Why don't you look?"
The thought excited him. He had seen the spread of open lips and bubbling hole twice on this day, between the ample thighs of Nell Hendricks as well as Kathy's. But he hadn't looked. That would be different. Warmth washed through him.
They moved around and finally settled on the right position. Kathy was on her back, her legs spread, her knees drawn back against her warm little breasts. Her hands were braced under her hips, holding her lover body so that her open cunt pointed up. But Donnie, seeing the strain she was in, moved close, with his knees under his sister, and said: "You can let go with your hands, sis. I've got you."
The light was good and his eyesight was perfect. It was easy to hold the thick outer lips out of the way. This close, he could see with warm pride that the blonde cunt hairs, which had seemed to be only on the upper part of her pussy, were soon going to cover the entire area of thick, spongy flesh. But it was not so easy to hold the tight little fuckhole open because of the smoothness of the inner flesh and the slickness of her vaginal fluid. But at last, after a cock-hardening time of it, he could see a couple of inches into the sweet and girlish hole.
"You've got some little sort of web, I guess you'd call it, across the lower part of the hole." A long, clear thread of spit ran out of a corner of his mouth and hit right in the hotly trembling young cunt, now looking as red as neon fire. He wiped his mouth. "Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help that. Ooooh!" And he lifted her divided and widespread rump off his thighs, "We'd better watch it! My cock's getting hard again!"
She laughed up at him. "What's wrong with that?" she asked. "I know girls are different from boys where cumming is concerned. Like, I mean, I came five or six times before you got home," and she giggled. "And then, when you were just holding me against you, awhile ago, I did it again. And when you were, uh, kissing it-kissing my pussy-I just came over and over, maybe six times." She patted his prick. "I know you can't do that, but golly, two times oughtn't to be too much, should it?"
He felt that same guilty twinge again, of having a life that his sister knew nothing about. How could he tell her about Nell? He couldn't. And anyhow, his cock was hard again. Not cum-ready, maybe. But it was getting there. And who said it would kill a guy to cum four times? The first shot he'd ever had at one of those full-color photo-illustrated magazines of men and women fucking and sucking, he'd jerked off all afternoon.
He laughed and lay on the warm, soft little breasts, rolling his chest around on them, watching the play of happy expression on Kathy's little face. "Do you think my finger would be more fun than my tongue?" he asked her.
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his face down against her throat. He could feel her shudder. "No! No!" she choked in his ear, "I never knew a tongue could be so strong! When you did that between my fingers!" She was humping up at him. "It's just-well, I thought your finger would go in deeper. I sort of need something inside me, it feels like. It itches, way up inside me. Is that why a girl needs a man's cock stuck up her?"
The thought, along with all else that was happening, gave Donnie another surge of feeling in his cock. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I guess that's it. Anyhow," and he felt a tide of drool rise in his mouth again, "I sure love to suck it!"
His sister wriggled all over, her smooth, warm body feeling so good where it touched his. She felt as if her cunt were hanging open, like something was trying to push out. If only he would fuck her! She knew, or thought she knew, of girls whose brothers accommodated them. She kissed and licked at his sweaty neck, and felt down between his thighs, gently handling his balls. "At least," she whispered, "you ought to let me suck you. Ooooh! That stuff tastes so good! So rich and creamy!" She shivered against him, enjoying his smell and hers. I'm grown up, she thought with a dawning of comprehension. I'm old enough to fuck, to shoot my wad!
He was busy with her breasts, squeezing them. They were swelling again, and he marveled at the life in them. Like his cock, almost, the way they changed size, the way the nipples got so hard. And they had feeling, too-he remembered how his sister had surged against him as he sucked her nipple awhile ago.
"Sis, don't bug me about it," he begged. "I'm thinking. I want it as bad as you do. But it's too much like, well, fucking. Can't you just hold it and squeeze it like you did before? Or put it between your tits?" He was fucking against her, trying to get around to a comfortable place to suck her cunt, the smell and feel and slipperiness of which were driving him nuts. "Then," he panted, "I can shoot it all over you. And you can watch it!"
She suddenly withdrew her loins from his seeking face, drawing her knees up. "I know what I can do," she said in a hoarse voice. "You know that loose skin? How it comes down over the head?"
"Foreskin," he answered automatically.
"Yeah. Well. If I hold that skin with my fingers, and pull it away from the head, like this," and he watched down his belly as the sure-fingered young girl stretched the skin out until it made a sort of mouth to hold his cockhead, "I can stick my tongue, just the tip of it, inside there, and run it around the red part. The head." She giggled, but her voice was thick with excitement as she thought of the smoothness of her brother's beautiful prick, and the richness of taste she knew it must contain in the humid space between glans and foreskin. "How about that, Buzzie?"
He gave up. "That, uh, that ought to be all right," he said in a strained voice. "I was shooting into your mouth awhile ago, anyhow. At least you were holding your mouth open and catching it!" He kept his hand on her pussy, so warm and soft, with its fine mat of curly yellow hair. "Let's see how you mean. Let me watch."
Her beautiful little face was intent as she held the thick foreskin back, not exposing the head, but pulling the loose skin straight away from the cock. Ws as wide as my mouth, Donnie thought, and a web of desire ran through his nerves as her pink and pointed tongue went right in there. He felt it against the tender head of his prick, and it was as warm and slick and hard as he could have wanted. Like a tiny prick touching a bigger one. And her breasts, swollen with longing and heat, swung out against the bed, her cute little pussy moved in a hasty series of movements against his hand.
"It's okay, Kathy," he said. "Ooooh, is it ever! My God, it's beautiful!" He gripped her by her long blonde hair. "But remember, don't suck it, hear me?"
She pulled away and looked at him reproachfully. "I told you I wouldn't," she said. "You know I'll do whatever you say!"
He tried to turn the upper part of his body so that he could get his mouth over her fat, open-lipped pussy, dripping with its generous young juices, but knew he was closing his loins to his sister. He wanted both to help and to be helped, but, now that he had seen what a girl's tongue could do to him, he no longer wanted to be jerked off. No matter how warm and soft the jerking hands were. He made a decision.
"Listen, baby," he said, smiling with stiff lips, "let me suck you until you shoot a big cum. Then, you can do that thing you were doing. So I can watch. How does that grab you?"
She immediately lay on her back, her belly seeming to move slightly as she let the thought of his tongue in her cunt roll through her mind. "How do you want my legs?" she asked. "Raised up, like when you were looking into my pussy?"
"Yes!" he said hoarsely. "Just let me into it!" He felt a deep hunger for the clean, gently saline taste, the slickness of his sister's vaginal flow, her cum-juices. And the soft, slick feel of her slippery, living inner lips. He went down into that pinkly shining whorl of swollen membrane, and got his first mouthful of the flowing cunt ooze. Above him, he heard Kathy say: "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh! That's so sweet, Buzzie! Stick your tongue in me! Stick it in as deep as it'll go!" Her legs moved against his naked chest and he inhaled the cunty fragrance before he went into her again with open, drooling mouth.
He got his tongue into a point and thrust it as hard as he could into her tight little hole. When he had held it open, it had seemed fairly large, but now it was tighter. There was a hint of movement in the opening as he drove his tongue in and curled it around in the entry. Like she was trying to kiss him back with her cunt muscles. He had felt the same thing in Nell's twat. Only now, because it was his sister, it was much sweeter. He had a wonderful feeling in his own cock, too, but was glad that he was just holding back. Awhile ago, when he and Kathy had fired off their respective fun-guns together, that had been great. Now, though, it would be nice to get the full effect of what he was doing to her. And later, what she would do to him.
His lips and cheeks felt the smooth, thick resilience of the girl's cuntlips, just as his tongue licked into the raw gash of her sex, licking hard as Kathy bleated: "OH, BABY! SUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! OHHHHH! WOWWWWW! BUZZIE, BUZZIE, BUZZIE! AIEEEE!"
He continued to suck at her flowing hole, then rubbing his lips and tongue back up, up her split to her clitoris, holding her by her slim, strong thighs as she bucked and moaned. It was a wonderful, crazy business, hotter than before, and he moved his face up and down from her cunthair to her pink and trembling asshole. Kathy was beating on the bed with her fists, but her yelling was pitched lower. She was still cumming, though, and the juice was really pumping out of her working cunt. Only when she stopped moving and all the flesh around her cuntal opening felt dead and slack, did he stop his assault on her genitals.
Her face was calm, smiling, as he came up to her and began to kiss her mouth, letting her enjoy the hearty savor of her own pussy on his cheeks and chin. She held a hand gently on his dark hair, smiling as they kissed, and, in a few seconds, she began to return his kisses with her old fervor. Her tongue, which had gone soft and large, became muscular and hard again, and the hand behind his head pressed his mouth to hers. The strength of her tongue reminded him of what she wanted to do to his cock.
He sat up on the bed, conscious all of a sudden that his balls were paining him, and Kathy, smiling at him dreamily, held on to his arm to helped herself off. She looked at him and asked: "Is it still okay if I, well, do what I said? With my tongue?"
And he answered, swallowing a lump in his throat, "Yes! But only until I tell you to stop. All right?"
She got between his thighs and sat with crossed legs. Her back was limber with youth and good health, and she bent forward to make sure she could reach his cock easily. To make it easier for her, he leaned back on straight arms, so that his cock rose to its limits. He felt a thrill run through him as he watched how his young sister handled the foreskin so carefully, her sweet young face grave with responsibility. Across her shoulders, he could see them both in the mirror. It was fantastic how the position made Kathy's beautiful young ass look so wide. Each time she bent forward to see that her tongue could reach the head of his prick, her butt seemed wider, the crack dark and beguiling.
"Go on," he whispered hoarsely, wanting to hunch up at her as she came so close. God, how great it would be to have her suck him off! But it would be like fucking her. Worse, maybe.
She looked up at him with all her love in her smile. "I'm ready," she said. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
She had the loose skin on each side with forefinger and thumb, pulling it out so that it seemed to make a cup, with the dark red head of Donnie's cock down inside. As he shivered with lust and curiosity, his sister's head came down, her pointed pink tongue went inside the cup, and she swirled it around so that it went all around his cockhead, giving him an unbelievable sensation.
She let her tongue stay inside the cup, darting it in and out, then once more all around, and he could not tell which was the more sensitive, the inner surface of his foreskin, or the trembling tip of his prick. One thing was certain, this idea of his baby sister was the hottest thing he had ever dreamed of.
He groaned a protest when she straightened up, but she put her hands around on her back, just above her ass, and said: "My back won't stand much of this."
He quickly changed positions, lying on his back. "I can't see it as good as I want to, anyhow," he said. "My gosh, Sis, when your tongue goes in there and swishes around, it's almost more than I can stand. Get on your hands and knees, or maybe on your elbows, and I'll get a pillow so I can watch it!"
She got on her elbows with her lovely young ass in the air, and once again he had a two-way peep show, for the cheeks of her softly muscled rump were now spread wide, and he could see the slash of bright pink inner lips between the hairy outer cushions of her cunt, and even her pinkly puckered virgin asshole. He noticed that Kathy had again begun to breathe hard, and he said: "It sort of gets you hot, sucking someone else, doesn't it?"
She held on to his rigid cock and looked up, laughing.
"You can say that again. Just holding it and looking at it gives me a cum-itch. The taste of it and the feel of it's enough to send a girl up the wall!" She held it to her cheek, her eyes closed, and he noticed again how her young breasts swelled as she became hotter. It gave him an idea.
"Move around with your butt toward me, sis," he whispered. "Hang on to my dick, just the way you are. But move around so I can reach you. I won't stick my finger all the way in-I'll just rub real easy in your slit." He was getting hotter, just thinking about it. "In the mirror a minute ago, I thought I saw those little pink lips move."
She licked her lips. "They feel like they're moving now," she answered. "Hey, don't my boobs seem to get bigger when I cum?"
He patted her smooth, firm ass affectionately. "They do, they sure do. Do they hurt?"
She ran one hand down around the base of his dick, into the nest of pubic hair, feeling in the sweated area on each side of his balls, then smelled her fingers and licked them. "Ooooh, Donnie, you taste so good," she said. "Some day I'm going to tie you down and lick you all over! Oooooh!" She wagged her divided butt before his eyes and he ran the edge of his hand inside the slickness of her opened outer lips. It sent a shock of cum-joy into her, deep into the darkness inside her tight vagina, around the mouth of her virgin womb, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the loveliness of the painful throb that came with it.
"Let me get set with what I'm doing," she said huskily. "I'm so hot, Buzzie! Oh, he's such a pretty thing!"
She held the loose skin away from the head, and this time she kept her tongue inside the chalice of foreskin for a long time, her tongue stabbing in, rubbing slickly along the tender under part of the head. Her swollen young tits were hanging down, one of them touching his belly, and he reached for it in almost a spasmodic action and gave it a harder squeeze than he had intended. At the same time, his hand, slippery with the running juice from her heat-slicked cunt, rested too long on her tiny, closed fuckhole, and nature made her shove back hard, so that his middle finger went warmly, slickly, into her cuntal secrecy. It was, quite literally, too much for either of them to bear.
The surprising pleasure inside her young pussy, coming at just this time when her senses were so highly charged by the intimate contact with her brother's cock, released the dark tide of orgasm which had been building inside Kathy. The palm of her brother's hand was warmly pressed against her exposed clitoris while his finger was inside, and her cunt muscles, all aroused and acting on their own, nipped his finger sharply.
He was in a welter of fuck-pleasures. Her sweet and love-sluiced split was wide open to his eyes, and the warmth of her genitals, inside and out, bathed his hand. The feel of cushiony warmth as he pressed on her cuntlips was somehow joined to the itching heat in his cock and the wavering, throbbing need in his balls. There was a cum being triggered, and Kathy's sweet young tongue, so warm and slick inside his foreskin, was only part of it. The contact of her smooth young body with his, her beautiful young breasts, enlarged with a concentration of blood and nerve-raw tenderness. He had not let go his hold on the ripely formed tit, and, as his sperm gushed up his tubes in a storm of feeling, he convulsively squeezed the sensitive globe of mammary tissue until the hard and swollen nipple shot out between his fingers.
He could feel the soft, slick muscles inside his sister's vagina gently biting and sucking at his finger, and his mouth drew together in a desperate wish to suck her cunt while his own seed sprayed out in shakingly painful delight.
He felt the first blast go, and knew that it must have shot right into Kathy's mouth, since she still held his foreskin and plunged her tongue into it, teasing the swelling, spurting head of his prick. But he wanted his face to be buried in that pink and moving cluster of inner cuntlips, wanted it as an accompaniment to the throbbing pleasure in his cock, wanting to give her a deeper sensation as much as he wanted the added delight for himself.
He never knew how he did it, and it made no difference, anyhow. In some manner, he either wrestled her thighs apart and up, and got his face directly under her honey-dripping young pussy, or she, as desperately fuck-hungry as Donnie, straddled his seeking face with her strong thighs. What mattered then was that he got his arms up over her back and pulled her streaming cunt down to where he could taste all its richness, smell all its cunty fragrance, suck on her streaming hole and lick hard all up and down the trembling, blood-heated slickness of her twat.
She felt the force and sweetness of his mouth and lips and tongue as her orgasm throbbingly raised to a convulsive peak and then burst in flaring glory, and she knew that she was fucking his face with the abandon of a sex-crazy rabbit. But she was responding to an equal joy, an older as she let herself go and fell forward with her brother's fiercely jetting fuckstick in her mouth. In a dim corner of her mind, she realized that she was disobeying her brother, but she did not care. All that mattered was that her head was bobbing up and down in rhythms exactly measured to his shots of warm, sweet, rich sperm.
She knew that she was doing something she had long dreamed of. It had seemed beautiful in her dreams. It had seemed depraved and perverted in her moments of introspection. Now, with the reality of Donnie's hard, lovely cock in her mouth, even if it was against his orders, all she could think of was the love in her heart and the loveliness of having him shoot his fuck-juice deep into her clasping throat.
There is always a bit of other-world soaring in the fires of orgasm, a brief sliver of time in which there is only the fierce and beautiful reality of the sensations in cock and cunt, and all else disappears. At fourteen and twelve, it is a heaven of forgotten fears and a rebellion against all tribal taboos.
The very aliveness of the warmly sopping pink flesh of his sister's cunt, the gentle brush of her girlish cunt hairs-on his nose and cheeks, the warmth and smoothness of her thighs as she clasped them on his head, made a brighter world for Donnie. Even though his young nuts pained him deeply as they blew the last of the seed they held in storage, even if the head of his cock felt almost raw in the loving clasp of his sister's lips and tongue.
The clasp of what? He realized, in that moment, that his completeness of orgasm, the hard, gemlike beauty of this fourth cum in less than two hours, could only have been possible by keeping his cock in a warm, slick, clasping orifice.
For a moment, the boy was wildly angry, not because Kathy had gone contrary to his wishes, but in the burn of guilt that he had permitted his sister to do "something bad." But only for a fleeting second. Then his innate manhood, his good, sound common sense, united to rescue him from the phony pangs of remorse. This had been inevitable, and he knew it. It was like getting a hard-on and starting to jerk at it, promising yourself that you'll stop before you cum. It never happens; once started, you go on until that point of no return, when the intensity of feeling in your cockhead frees the little gate that lets your sperm shoot out. And Donnie acknowledged in his heart that it had to happen this way, and that he had known it. And desired it.
There was, perhaps, a deeper worry somewhere, but he did not know for sure. He would have to find out. Not from Rod. It would have to be someone older and wiser. Nell? Maybe. It was a sort of fool question, but it would have to be answered.
He was very gentle in easing his sister's relaxed body off of him. Her muscles all seemed to go slack, so that her thighs shook like blue-veined white jelly as he lifted one over him and both came down to hide all of her cunt except the very top of the pouting lips. Her breasts were on his belly, and he knew from what Kathy had said that they might hurt her, being mashed against him like that. And he knew she would be afraid of his anger, since she had, against stern orders, sucked him off.
"Come up here, Sis," he said softly. "I'm not mad at you. It wasn't your fault." He reached across her and got his hand in the sweated young armpit, where a puff of yellow hair, as fine as floss, felt warm and wet under his fingers. Some day I'd like to stick my prick in that, he thought, shivering with the naked lust of his thoughts, the utter abandonment of such an idea.
His little sister was on him like a flash, her sweetly flushed cheeks slick with tears, just as her full lips were slick with the salty richness of his seed. He opened his mouth to reassure her, and her mouth came down on it and her tongue slicked its way against his tongue. She moaned gently and fondly as she probed along his teeth and gums, into the slick pouch of his cheeks, and he did the same for her. There was a new and softly disturbing thrill as his consciousness told him he was eating his own cum. It seemed richer and thicker this way, better than when he gingerly licked it out of the palm of his hand after jerking off. It made him feel somehow enriched, both physically and emotionally, swallowing and recovering his own load of cum, and getting it from the loving lips of his own sister.
The girl's heart had been thundering so hard as he had shot off in her throat, as he had brought her to hard orgasm with his tongue, that she was panting, painfully breathless. Now, she was recovering, gloating inwardly at what had happened. She kissed him in slow, searching languor, delighting in the touch of his hands on her fuck-bloated young titties.
When they separated, she held his face in her hands, feeling older than he, exulting secretly in the thought that she had engineered this lovely happening, that her brother had wanted her as hotly as she had wanted him, but that it was herself, in the last analysis, who had made it happen. And I'll get that sweet cock of his in me some day, she promised herself. It made her smile to think of it, gave her a sweet, sharp touch of heat deep in her tenderly responsive young pussy.
She got up and pulled his head against her breasts, feeling a surge of loving warmth in their alert nerves.
"Mom fixed a big casserole," she said. "It's been cooking since four-thirty." She reached between his thighs and fingered his prick, still wet from her spit, plus perhaps a crusty bit of drying jism. She squeezed it gently. "I've got some sweet corn, too," she said. "Don't get dressed, just put on a robe. I don't know about you, but all that fuck-fun made me hungry!"
He was suddenly angry at her crude talk, her willing acceptance of what he had to think of as a terrible sin. "Don't you ever let me hear you talk that way again!" he said in a high voice. He began to dress, putting on his shorts first, keeping his face turned away from the girl.
The girl watched him for a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed, squeezing her soft young breast, enjoying the echo of love-pain which reminded her of her brother's wildness as she brought him up to orgasm. She smiled, got up, and left the room, picking up her dress on the way.
She busied herself in the kitchen, still smiling to herself. She was satisfied. She knew what was causing her brother to be depressed, and she knew, also, that he would get over it.
CHAPTER SIX
Donnie Mitchell had an ache in his cock, and a deeper ache in his heart. He had felt marvelous with that final orgasm, but it had left him drained. If only he could tell Kathy what was really the trouble! That he had already shot off two big loads before he even got home. But that seemed impossible. Still, he could do something, and he did it. Without words.
He came into the kitchen where Kathy, now clothed in her short, thin summer dress, was putting three ears of sweet corn in a pot of boiling water.
He came up behind her and put his arms around her, his hands holding her lovely young breasts, and kissed her as she turned a pleased face back to him. It was a brief kiss but a loving one, their warm, slick tongues wrapping around each other, their lips sucking hard and sweetly.
The boy said: "I'm sorry I was so dumb. Honest, Kathy, I think you're the greatest!"
She kissed him and patted his crotch. "I love you," she said.
They talked, ate, looked at TV, but neither of them talked of what they had done. At ten O'clock, Donnie got up as he usually was first to do, and said: "Bedtime, Sis!"
They kissed goodnight, which they had not done before, and Kathy shivered and clung to her brother, her young loins aching.
After Donnie got in bed and turned off his bedside lamp, Kathy came in. She was in one of her shortie nightgowns, and, to Donnie, she looked even more naked than she had without anything on. Her sweet little breasts, so adult in their conformation, so youthful in their size, actually seemed larger than they had when he had come home. And her cute bush of cunt hair, now seen as a shadow through the sheer nightie, seemed thicker.
"You'd better get out of here," the boy laughed, although he put out a hand and stroked into the softness, the wet warmth of her fat little pussy.
She laughed and got into bed with him, hugging him for a few seconds, then finding his shrunken cock. "I never realized how little this sweet bite of meat could get," she said. "If I took it into my mouth and sucked on it, ever so gently, wouldn't it come back up?" She squeezed it with careful, soft fingers.
He kissed her, tonguing her deeply, enjoying the good feeling he got from the slippery contact. "You're trying to go too far, too fast," he said, but he smiled to show he was not angry. "We've had a wonderful time, and nobody hurt. Let's don't overdo."
She threw her warm, smooth thigh over him, locking her leg around his to hold her open snatch against his hip, and fucked gently, up and down. He could feel her opened cuntlips, wet and juicy against his flesh. It made him shiver, but his cock did not respond, although he had that solid, warm feeling deep in his balls, all through his loins.
"I'll suck you off, baby," he whispered. "I don't think I can get my dick up again." And once more, he felt guilty over a fact he couldn't bring himself to explain. But Kathy comforted him. In a way that left him loving her more than ever.
In spite of his protests and pushes, she got her head down between his thighs and sucked his small, sweet little cock into her mouth. This way, with no sexual urge in the shriveled member, he got only a mild kinesthetic pleasure, except that it was sweeter by the very fact that his beloved young sister thought enough of him to suck his cock. And he held her blonde head with both hands, gently fucking up at her sweet, slick young mouth, to show her he appreciated what she was doing.
When she raised her face to him, her smile was angelic.
"Now," she whispered, "I'll go get in my own bed. If I let you suck me, I might feel so good I'd go to sleep. And what would mom think if she came home and found us together, naked?"
"Yeah," her brother agreed, knitting his brows. "I hate to think of her at that drinking joint, working until two."
As a matter-of-fact, it had been a very good evening for Betty Mitchell. The dinner rush was long past, and the drinking element was mostly at the bar. Tips had been extraordinarily good, close to twenty dollars, and with the rush over, she was able to sit down most of the time, at a table in a corner from which she could see who needed service. And she could think.
The conversation about Donnie, when George had spoken so eloquently of VD, would not leave her mind. Just as, she was sure, Donnie had often seen her body, and Kathy's body, since he had "become a man," with a man's jism, she had seen his. She had even seen him quite often, in fact, with a hard-on, although he could not be aware of that. Not only with a hard-on, but, through sleep-hazed eyes, with semen dripping out from between his fingers as he raced for the hall bathroom. "Wet dream," she whispered to herself. Joe, her husband, had told her all about them, how young guys got so overloaded that their dreams brought relief. It was, she thought, one of the sweetest things a mother could know about her son. She shivered with a very private stab of fuck-lust deep up her cunt, and George, who had been watching her, came over and said softly: "Are you all right?"
She smiled at him with such brilliance that he knew she was not only all right, she was getting back to the stunning, charming self she had been three years ago. What a woman she had been! And, for that matter, what a great young girl. Not a pushover, even in that day, twenty years ago, when an unfucked girl of fifteen felt herself a freak.
She had gone with Joe Mitchell from the start. And Joe, a good looking kid with the guts of a burglar, had been a crazy man for cunt. He fucked them all, students, teachers, the principal's wife-and she was something, too! But it was a funny Goddamned thing, George thought, polishing a wine glass, how Joe had stuck only to Betty, once he had had that first crack at her. Boy, she must have really been great in bed! To hold onto a guy like Joe Mitchell! She must have had some fantastically great quality, sexually, to tame a cunt-head like Joe.
He glanced at her again, sitting in the shadows with a warm smile on her face, and thought with deep regret: What a shame for all of that to go to waste! But, as far as George knew, Betty had been as truly a one-man woman as Joe had been a one-woman man. It was incredible. But surely to God, a woman like that, so full of warmth and willingness and fuck-joy that she could hold a guy like Joe, surely she would have to have a cock!
There should have been some telepathy in that room, but there wasn't. Betty's mind was on a cock, but not in terms of her own need. Oh, no!
It was her son, one of her two beloved children. Of Kathy, she had no doubts. Kathy would soon be ripe and hot for the boys. Donnie was looking out for her, for now. But soon, the girl would, because of her blood lines, grow so richly desirous that she would begin to invent ways to get away from Donnie, ways to get out of the house. "Studying with a girl friend."
"Staying late at school for a special lecture."
"Going over to Trudy's to plan a party for Ellen." She knew them all, Betty did, because she had used them all, once Joe had gotten that hard, beautiful cock of his between the dark-haired lips of her cunt, and she became used to and needful of a regular type of sex.
She thought of the blonde daughter with deep affection. When the time came, she would tip Dr. Gold off to put Kathy on The Pill, and talk to the girl herself about other things to avoid. And naturally, she would have to tell Donnie to lay off, that he could no longer boss his sister. But when she thought of that, of Donnie, she thought of him as she had seen him, quite often, lately, holding a spouting cock, running for the bathroom.
If it was strange that she did not connect any thought of Donnie's cock with the thought of Kathy's ripeness, there was no one to set her straight, because she had no one to talk to. And somewhere, buried deeply in the warm dark of her mind, was the thought that she might need someone to advise her. Because she did, very definitely, have an aching sort of throb up inside her, around the mouth of her womb, all the way down her vagina, to its opening, which suddenly seemed quite wet.
She walked over to the door and seated a party of four, handing them menus and taking their orders for drinks. Germaine, the late-shift waitress, would get their supper orders while she, Betty, gave them their drinks.
She walked to the bar and gave George the orders, tapping her fingers on the bar while he deftly filled them. As she put them on a tray, George said: "It's a slow night, Betty. Go on home after this round."
She smiled at the big man with honest affection. "I feel like I've just started work, George," she replied. "But it's nice to have a couple of hours off. Thanks."
In her neat little compact which had so few miles on it, she felt serene and safe going home, filled with love for her children, achingly glad she had them to remind her of Joe. Joe's flesh and blood as well as hers. Half and half. She thought of Donnie with a deep rush of tenderness. She could protect Kathy. She knew all about that. But who would protect her Donnie-boy?
She saw that the boy's bed lamp was on, although he was asleep. He was lying on his left side, turned away from her. She would come back after she had taken a warm shower, and turn off the lamp.
The shower was fun, hot fun, in a strange sort of way. Now that her mind was coming back to normal, it was bringing her body back, also, and she was building a heat inside of her that, she was afraid, might get out of control. She could not see giving her entire life to another man. Her children came first. And the memory of Joe was very strong. But, in a timid way, not acknowledging its truth to herself, the job at the Cormorant was a first, halting step. She might meet a man who would be all right. Not to live with, necessarily, as man and wife. But, and the thought set her cunt to throbbing, every time it touched her mind, to see if she could fight through all the old dreams, all the old memories, to rediscover her joy in sex.
So she had not been afraid to notice her cunt, to cater to its needs, to give herself the flooding, soaring relief of self-induced orgasm. And each day, it became not only easier, and more pleasurable, but more necessary. Not that her finger, or even the penis-shaped vibrator she had recently bought-and hidden under her lingerie-was as good as a cock. Not at all. But, in the hot, swollen, slick, itching lips of her cunt, she could raise the divine fire to bursting, and feel the wild joy of cumming with only the final, gently decisive rub of a juice-slicked finger.
She was tingling with the need for a hard, lovely cum when she stepped under the shower's lively spray. In its warm, wet patter, it was like Joe's hands stroking her breasts, her belly. In her heat, she was delighted at the swelling of her breasts. The moon-cratered flesh around her nipple, the lighter brown aureolae, puffed out and rose like a smaller tit, with the hard, grainy, tender nipple as a spire. And each hot drop of water, raking across this taut, blue-veined expanse of sensitivity, made her tingle even more.
And all the hot water seemed to gather and trickle into the dark tangle of cunt hair that marked her as a woman, into the shy, grateful slit, teasing the responsive flesh, making blood run to and swell her inner labia, so that, as they grew larger, they forced open the hairy outer lips.
This night, she was hotter than usual. She wanted the solid thrust, the battery-heated, battery-vibrated massager that was so weirdly cock-like. Hard on the inside, soft and skin-like on the outside, with a soft, smooth bulb exactly like the head of a man's penis. It was a magnificent toy, the same deep purple-pink as a human cock. It even had a set of large balls in a wrinkled sac of soft pink plastic. They felt good when Betty, lying on her back with her beautiful thighs spread, fucked into herself with the cleverly designed phallus. And the balls even had their easily replenished store of a thick, opaque, milky white liquid which, also warmed by the batteries, she could squeeze into her throbbing cunt when she had her own orgasm.
But she wanted to see to Donnie's lamp, first. And she could wait. Except that, just for now, with achingly lovely pleasure, she drew two soft fingers, slicked with her own cum-fluids, gently up and down between her fat cuntlips.
Slowly, at first, just touching the opening into her vagina and rubbing lightly between the blood-filled convolutions. Then, as the shower beat like hot rain on her expanding, trembling breasts, a harder pressure up and down her leaking slit, two fingers jammed into her cunt and twisted with tender brutality, until finally, as her first orgasm burst, a fast, continuing circular rub around her leaping, exploding clitoris.
She stood still, leaning against the tiled wall of the shower, deeply grateful for the throbbing satisfaction in her pussy, for the sense of release, for the assurance that she was a hot and responsive woman. After the deep waves of cumming had died away and the warm glow remained deep up her fuck-sheath, she dried herself, pleasured by the thick towel between her legs, drying her dark, wet mass of pubic hair, and the response in her cum-swollen breasts as she dried under them and over them, letting them tumble around as she pursued each leftover drop of water.
She took her skimpy nightie off its hanger, and then thought: How stupid it is to be modest, falsely modest, in my own home. Donnie's asleep. And if he should wake up and see me, what harm can it do? She could not translate this willingness to flaunt her naked charms before her son as the obverse of a raunchy desire to see his naked genitalia. But she felt a convulsive movement deep in her vitals, a small but gut-wrenching aftershock of orgasm, with its resultant flood of cunt-ooze which leaked its slippery way out of her fuckhole, and smeared wetly on her inner thighs.
And another thing: She tiptoed past Kathy's open door. Tiptoed! Like a sneak thief. Feeling her titties, heavier than they were a few minutes before, jounce up and down against her ribs.
She went swiftly into Donnie's room. The light was still on, but he was now lying on his back, covers kicked partway down his thighs. And with his cock, hard and throbbing, rearing its shiny red head proudly in the air.
There was a choking sensation in Betty Mitchell's mouth, a deep pang of sympathy in her maternal heart. That's my baby, she said in her mind. My baby boy, struggling in the throes of a wet dream!
She did not, in a sense that would have intrigued Sigmund Freud, actually see the cock, because she wanted to see only an innocent teenager punished by nature's demands. If she had thought rationally, she would have laughed at the concept of an "innocent" teenager. She knew that children took in sex information almost with their mother's milk, and are never "innocent" after the age of two.
Donnie, oddly enough in view of his sexual excesses of the day, really was having an erotic dream. He would have thought it impossible. But he would learn, as his education went on, that the more a man wallows in sex, the more interesting and absorbing the entire subject becomes. And that the more his cock feels the soft, warm friction of girlish hand or juicing pussy, and the oftener his young balls explode their store of sperm and semen, the greater his fuck-power grows, the more his balls will furnish his throbbing cock with jism to squirt into female hand or female cunt.
His dream was amorphous. Not quite solid. But hot and slick. It was, in fact, as if he were enfolded in a cunt big enough to hold his entire body. He was enriched by a swelling sense of fullness in his young prick and balls, and by the urgent itch in the blood-filled head of his tool.
He did not know it, but he moaned softly, turning his flushed face from side to side slowly. His hands, too, kept moving toward his crotch, but he did not grasp his jism-heavy organs to speed the processes of nature. Some deeply hidden instinct told him to let his own need supply his release. But to let it take its regular course. To feel better, longer.
The night air, warm as it was, felt just a bit chilly on Betty Mitchell's exposed twat as she crouched on elbows and knees, her mouth only inches above her son's throbbing dick. Her lovely rump, so lush and so wide-seeming in this animal position, was so stretched that the thick lips of her cunt protruded from the valley of her divided asscheeks. There was a continuing roll of feeling inside her vagina, now that she was so close to the cock.
In sheet-lightning replay, her mind relived her thoughts of Joe, of the flesh and bone and blood under her hungering mouth that was half Joe's and half hers. He was her boy and Joe's boy, he was the nearest thing to Joe that she would ever again know.
Without another instant of hesitation, of conscious thought, Betty opened her mouth to a wide, wet O and went down on the cock. She missed the male taste she remembered from Joe. She did not know, of course, that her daughter's sweet lips and tongue had done a super clean job of licking the boy's young cock to a pristine and infantile sweetness. And she would not have cared, not at this point between rescue and madness.
The stealth of an animal warned her that too much activity might have the traumatic effect of waking him to find his mother sucking his cock. In her mind, she did not use any euphemism. "Sucking his cock" was the phrase she wanted. It was so sweet, so expressive of the hard, complete love she had for him. And for his prick, at this moment.
She could feel that it was very hard, and that the head was swollen so that its skin was as smooth as the interior of her cunt. It was a kinky thought, a link-up to a complete sexual desire, but she would not give in to it. She sucked gently, going up and down so that her lips pushed back his foreskin and caressed the head of his cock, while her tongue went slowly around it and over it, licking every tender spot that she knew from Joe.
And, as she sucked, the motion stirred the cum-nerves in her body, made the fat lips of her cunt push in and out, giving them the gentlest possible rub against each other's wet surfaces. And there was a strange thing happening.
His cock had seemed so clean that she felt he must have showered. But there was a rich, rankly sexual odor coming from his crotch. It was, in fact, the dried residue from Nell Hendricks' hard-cumming pussy, made aromatic now by her son's sweat. She did not recognize it for what it was, of course, for it never occurred to her that her son's modest growth of pubic hair could have been pressed against the flowing lips of a mature woman's cunt. She only knew that it was sweet and sexy, and that, in seeking to help her son escape from a wet dream, she was building pleasure for herself, and that the smell was part of her joy.
It was all she could do to keep from holding Donnie's thighs in her arms, pulling his loins up to her so that his cock could go down her throat. She did not even dare hold his sweet young balls, for fear he would awaken. It was torture, in a way, but the feel of his hard, smooth-skinned cock in her mouth was such a delight that she loved the torture, too. But if she could only have sucked in his balls, if she could only have kissed him in the warm, gamy crease of his ass!
She made herself remain perfectly still as his orgasm started. She felt his cock grow larger and harder, and felt it throb as the first hot and sticky blast of his sperm ripped into her throat. She felt his body tense, and then, frightening her for fear of discovery, felt his hands clutch at her head.
It was as hard as anything she had ever done, but she jerked herself off his cock, crying out in anguish as she saw the second spurt of pearly-white jism go into the air like a long string, and she eased off the bed and out into the hall.
Her legs were weak and she was trembling with the need for a hard cum, and she had to lean against the wall for just a second or two, else she might have stumbled and fallen to the floor. She could hear her son's grunts, and words that were not distinguishable. She could imagine that he would awaken and clean the sticky and cooling cum off his bed before turning off the light.
As for her, she was in such desperate need that she could not wait. She rummaged under her lingerie and grasped the long, human-looking dildo, touching a switch to make sure that the batteries were alive and that both heat and vibration were assured. It was heavy enough so that she knew the fake balls would be full of the special cream the makers of the machine supplied. It even tasted like semen, and she thought of that fact with a hard tongue. Some day I may suck it, she thought in grim humor, and then realized with a shock that she could never bring herself to do that, now that she had tasted warm, living sperm again.
Ordinarily, when she resorted to this imitation cock to get her reservoirs of feeling emptied of their gloriously hurtful load, she shut her door for privacy. But not tonight! She was too needful, too achingly ready for the hard thrust of that thing, deep into her tender bowels, where it could ram and buzz against her womb, bringing her a final, thundering peace when her orgasm burst and overflowed as she squeezed the ersatz jism out of the ersatz balls.
She could see herself in the mirror, her beautiful legs spread wide, the crimson gash of her juice-leaking cunt shining through the dark mat of pubic hair. No need for lubricant tonight; she had enough to divide with the neighbors, she thought wryly. She simply held her cuntlips open and plunged the thick, smooth phallus into her reeking flesh, her cunt muscles beginning to expand and contract even as the warm and artistic fake spread and stretched the aperture of her vagina.
She lay panting for a moment, letting the big plastic dick buzz inside her, feeling its stretching warmth performing its sterile but delightful function in her cunt. She used her free hand to squeeze one of her breasts painfully, joyful in the way it had enlarged from her sexual delights of the moments just past. My boy's cock! she thought, at first with the alarm of the guilty. But then a strangely sane defiance blossomed in her breast, and she realized that no one in the world had as much right as she to handle her son's cock, to lick it if she wished, to suck it until it sprayed its superheated jets of his seed into her throat.
She remembered when he was small, and it was only he and she in the roomy old duplex while Joe was off at work. How sweet that tiny pecker was, and how often, in sheer love, she had taken it into her mouth and sucked it. Balls and all, it was so tiny. And its taste was like heaven. She had even, on those occasions when her heat rose high and Joe was going to be gone for a day or two, licked her baby's asshole, tickling it with her tongue while the rosy little cherub twisted and giggled, pulling at her hair. And how hard that tiny prick would get! Sticking out just like his daddy's. That was when she most loved to suck it. And that was when, careful that her weight would not rest on his infant body, she would straddle him and work his hard but miniscule cock up into her cunt. She would be overheated from all that sucking on his baby prick, so hot that only a touch would make her cum like a runaway horse. And she would hold the hard, sweet little thing with one hand, raking it between her cuntlips, caressing her clit with it, shooting her load with a wild happiness, over and over and over.
How strange that she had not remembered this for so long!
She had not moved the hand holding the big electric cock, but her body had taken note of it, and her pussy had begun to fuck at it, to writhe and wrap her soft, slick inner muscles around the plastic stem. The batteries were strong, and they had been turned to "High" so that the cock was hot, hot, hot-possibly six or seven thermal degrees hotter than a real cock. And the vibration was so intense that she did not dare cum while it was so high, the intensity of feeling would have knocked her right out of the world. Thank God, the mechanism would turn itself off in twenty seconds after the user's hand relaxed. Else a fuck-hungry woman could jazz herself to death.
There was a sensation of enormous fullness up her twat, up in the slippery dark at the end of her vagina, where the hard mouth of her womb snuggled. It was like a pleasant abscess that would burst in pleasure rather than in pain, and Betty tremulously awaited it. But she had turned off both heat and vibration, and she hung there painfully for a few seconds, ready to pop and yet balanced on the edge of the precipice we call cumming. But the need in her was too great, the openness of her thighs, of her cunt, were too demanding.
She closed her strong hand on the cock-like device and rammed it deep into her pussy, letting her desire come out in a throaty shout while her other hand released her breast and joined the other to give maximum strength to the thrust of the pink plastic dick. She felt the tension burst in the juicy darkness of her cunt's long throat, the tides of joy slop out of her in bright invisible tongues of wet heat. It seemed she would never come to the end of this frighteningly heavy orgasm, because every time the cum-flood ripped her, she jammed the pink plastic cock into her steaming twat. And every time she forced the heavy cock back into her, another wave of cum-power would rise inside her and burst in a silent roar, flowing out of her around the demoniac plastic prick which never, never grew tired. Or grew soft and limp.
She lay still for a long time, although there were regular recurrences of mild orgasmic pleasure that swept her, tightening her cunt muscles around the quiescent dildo. Betty had cum so completely, so heavily, and for such a long time that she was, quite literally, exhausted. Every muscle in her body felt slack and tired, even the trembling, sensitive muscles in her pussy.
She missed the warm weight of a human body on hers, the close and intimate expression of love that comes with human contact, a firm, slick tongue in one's mouth, a wilting prick slipping out of one's vagina.
She felt a wet, warm puddle under her, and for a moment she was angrily shaken with the idea that her period had come on her a few days early, hating the thought of changing the linen or sleeping on a thick towel. Then she remembered that the bulbous and realistic balls had been charged with the synthetic jism she had bought with the cock-shaped vibrator, and laughed in relief.
"I must've squeezed those things as I came," she said in a light, amused voice. "That was some load, baby," and she patted the imitation prick. "If only you could kiss me, afterward!"
Just for a second, she turned on her side and felt behind her, in the crack of her ass, and let her fingers stray around the lifelike phallus that still held its place in her cunt. It was so much like reality, just feeling it back there, feeling its deceitful slime, that tears stung her eyes. Then she got up and prepared herself for bed and sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the first time in many mornings, Donnie did not sneak into his sister's room to look at her pinkly innocent cunt and get his morning hard-on. Instead, when he awakened to his usual pleasant feeling of fullness, hardness, and heat, his sister was standing by his bed, humping her love-slopped young slit against one of his hands while she gently stroked his standing dick.
He grinned at her, loving the completely frank lust between them, but gently pushed her away as he stood up.
She moaned a wordless argument, but he kissed her quickly, letting her suck his tongue, and then whispered: "Be careful!"
He went into the hall and down to his mother's room, looking inside. She was on her back, sound asleep. Her strong and beautiful body was under a sheet, but he knew that the heat of the morning sun would awaken her soon. He shushed Kathy with a finger to his lips, and went in to draw the drapes against both light and the sun's heat. But he also tenderly drew the sheet down off his mother's loins so that he could gaze at her open cunt.
He was shaken with sudden desire, and looked guiltily over his shoulder to where his sister grinned at him, shaving one index finger with another in the childish gesture of shame.
He turned and stuck his hard cock out at her, shaking it in mock threat, and she laughingly turned her warm young butt toward him, flipping up her tiny nightie to show the pink and seemingly hairless lips of her plump little pussy.
They closed their mother's door quietly, then went into the kitchen and closed that door, too. They even latched it to make sure they would not be caught, and Kathy said: "We can always say it was just an accident we latched it!"
Her brother kissed her, jamming his fingers into the wet crease of her buttocks, fingering the slippery lips of her twat.
"You've got the instincts of a crook, baby," he whispered, humping against her young belly. "Hot damn, I've got to watch myself with you. You'll seduce me yet, if I'm not careful!"
They ate cereal and toast and jam, and drank milk and juice. Kathy turned the front burner of the electric range to "Med-Lo" and melted butter in a pan.
When Donnie said: "Gee, baby, you must be hungry," she giggled and said: "It's not for me, Buzzie. Girls don't have anything to get ready, and don't lose any ammunition when they fire their load. This is for you!"
She scrambled three eggs for him, adding some rich cream as she whipped them, and when he scoffed: "That's all baloney about eggs giving a guy more cum-juice," the child eyed him seriously and answered: "They'll help you build up your strength, anyhow, won't they?"
She held onto his cock a long time after they finished eating. He let her watch him piss, and even let her hold his dick and direct the yellow stream into the toilet bowl, much to her gut-twisted pleasure and short-breathed delight as she fingered her slit.
But, when she knelt before him, looking up so pleadingly and holding his cock and frigging it, he smilingly, firmly, shook his head. She got her lips on it momentarily, getting a fierce surge of fuck-pleasure in her young cunt as she tasted the acrid bite of his last drops of urine. But that was all. "Maybe this afternoon, Sis," he said. "You've got to give a guy time to get his supplies back together."
He felt like a dirty pig. He wanted to get by himself, to remember the strangeness of that wet dream. To figure how he could have possibly shot off again after all that cumming yesterday. And he wanted to try and make clear in his mind the hazy picture of that lush body above him, the silken weight of those breasts just above his groin, the overly real sensation of a real, guilt-free suck-off. It had been so much better than any wet dream he had known before.
And he had other reasons for denying the pleasures of his cock to Kathy. Not all of them connected with conscience, although that was one of the most compelling.
After school, and after he had gotten his deliveries together for Doc Doobey, he went across the plaza and around to the back door of Dr. Gold's clinic. If he went in the front and had to take his place in order of arrival, he might wait an hour. This way, because the doctor knew him and liked him, he never had to wait. And he was courageous enough, mature enough, to ask for what he wanted. No matter how stupid it might seem to Dr. Gold.
"You know, that Donnie Mitchell is even more amazing than I thought," Gold said that afternoon as he and Doc Doobey had a Coke at the old-fashioned soda fountain in the drug store. "Came in a while ago and asked me for a prescription for The Pill. Just like that. 'It's a thing that ladies call The Pill,' he said to me. Stopped me in my tracks."
"He didn't ask me to fill it," Doobey said.
"Oh, I took a shingle off your roof, you old bandit," Gold laughed. "We've got tons of samples. I gave him enough for six months, for whoever he gives them to."
The old druggist laughed. "He's started screwing. That's nice. He's a thoughtful, considerate kid."
"He asked me the damnedest question," Gold remarked. "Maybe I shouldn't tell. Hate to break his confidence. But it's funny." He looked at Doobey and laughed. "Wanted to know if a girl could have a baby by swallowing semen. Blushed a little."
"Son of a bitch!" the druggist said. "I always wondered about that myself!" It made them both laugh uproariously, and Dr. Gold said: "What a medical breakthrough that would make!"
But, while his naivete was funny to Doobey and Gold, the answer he had received-and the little white pills-made Donnie feel a hell of a lot better. So much better, in fact, that he was in the highest of spirits when he approached the final reason why he had not let his sweet-mouthed and well motivated little sister blow his nuts. There was another quart of vodka he had been given for delivery at the liquor store, and Mister Gross had grinned as he handed it to Donnie. "Don't need a name on this," he had said.
And now, his heart hammering in his young breast, Donnie was on his last delivery, to Nell Hendricks.
The voluptuous, smiling woman met him at the door, opening it before he could ring the bell. This time, she had on a knit shirt and faded blue Levi's that fit like her own skin. "Come in," she said softly, holding the door open. "Oh, Donnie, I'm so hot!"
His confidence, which had hung in the balance-after all, could he expect a woman like Nell to really like him?-came back in a rush, and when she opened her arms he pressed his crotch against hers, feeling her big, softly firm titties pressing on him through the soft shirt. His hands now went boldly down to her rump, so tight and firm under the soft denim, and the entire idea of this lovely, mature woman being naked under all these clothes hardened his young cock even more.
"I thought you might want to undress me, Donnie," the woman laughed breathlessly as she led him into her bedroom. "See all my goodies as you pull off my clothes. You know!" She hugged him hard and they kissed as they fell on the big bed, tongues together in the slick heat of their mouths.
The woman was as excited as a schoolgirl, standing while the young boy carefully took off her clothes. When he pulled her Levi's down, and her white panties with them, he kissed noisily and wetly into the aromatic bush of dark cunthair, and Nell closed her eyes and shivered as the warm contact of his lips sent a quiver of itching lust through her cunt.
"I just have to kiss this lovely thing," she said, holding his rigid penis as they lolled on the bed. "I don't necessarily want, you to shoot off in my mouth, although I love it. I want you to have it the way you want to. There's a lot of ways, you know!"
He let her suck him, enjoying the expertise she obviously had, and wondered if, truly, it was any better than Kathy. He fucked into her throat, thinking that, if they did anything after he went home, he would try this with his little sister. After they had gotten back together and had kissed again, he asked: "Is that hard to learn? I mean, letting me fuck right into your throat? It doesn't make you throw up?"
She held him between her strong, beautiful legs. "No, to both questions," she smiled. "All a girl has to do is throw her head back just a little, and the cock slides right in. And for some reason, it's not anything like putting your finger in your throat to make you gag. It's so big and the head's so soft and smooth, it just goes in and feels very, very lovely."
The thought of it made her shiver, and she sucked up at him rapidly. "Do you like it that way?" she asked.
He moved down to where he could see the opening between the big, thick, hairy lips of her cunt, the wet shine of flesh in the valley where her clit lay hidden. He rubbed his nose in it, loving the chokingly sweet rankness of her cunt smell, running out his tongue to taste the wild richness of her thick juices. He heard Nell gasp and felt the pressure of her fingers on the back of his head. He nibbled gently on the sweet, smooth flesh of her thighs, just an inch below the center of her twat, and took one long lick under her fuckhole, in the hairy darkness of her ass. It was saltier than her cunt's flow, for it was a warm day and Nell had sweated.
But the sweet contact between her cunthole and her puckered anus made her groan and roll her hips in pleasure, and her voice was gasping as she said: "Easy, baby! I'm about to cum!"
He was delighted that he could make her respond, and since he loved to look at her pussy close up, he held the thick lips open as wide as he could, sniffing and licking at the pink, slick glories in the vestibule of her vagina. His cock was so hard it hurt him to press it on the sheet, and he certainly did not want to shoot his load in any arid expanse, not when a tender cunt and a slick mouth were so ready for him.
The way the woman had spread her thighs was a wonderful picture for the boy, the legs looked larger in this position, held out to each side, and it popped her cunt open so he could get to it easily. He watched the inner lips which seemed to writhe, and the light pink hole, which very definitely was moving. He kissed it tenderly, running his tongue into it, his hair almost standing on end at this pleasure, to which he was still a long way from being accustomed. When Nell moaned happily, he looked up at her sweetly lustful face and smiled.
"Lift up your knees," he said, "so I can really get into your pussy, and I'll make you cum!"
Laughing, feeling a sharp rise of heat in the deepest part of her body, she pulled her knees back against her chest, sending her ass right up to his face. It was spread wide, the slick, pink expanse of cunt-flesh big enough to cover him from ear to ear, he thought, but he leaned down into the warm, sweet mass of slick loveliness, rubbing his face back and forth in it.
"Oh, baby, it's not going to take me long," Nell gasped. "But I hate to be so selfish! I could be sucking you, too."
He got closer to her, his chin resting almost exactly on her asshole, and dug in with his lips and tongue. He felt her entire body shift, and the thick part of it, her wide-spread thighs, her dripping cunt, bobbed up and down sharply. The taste was exquisite, and he tried to remember if it were stronger or not so strong, compared to Kathy's fresh, blonde young smatch. One thing, she was as hot as Kathy, for she began to cry out.
OH, GREAT GOD ABOVE! YOU'RE SO-O-O-O-O G-O-O-O-O-D!"
She had dropped her big thighs over his naked shoulders so that his face was pinned against all the inner workings of her cunt, and Nell, out of her head with the wild explosions of joy in all her lower body, had a hazy wish that she could somehow force his entire head into her, giving her vagina an unbearable stretching. The soft, hot echoes of a vast orgasm still made her tremble inside and out, and she suddenly realized she might be choking this lovely man-child to death.
"Oh, that feels so good all around me," she whispered, her fingers stroking Donnie's dark head. "Did I choke you, dear?" She had relaxed the grip of her thighs, and could feel his warm breath stirring in her cunthair.
He raised his head, licking in the richness of the juices from her pussy, loving everything about this experience. "Almost," he laughed. "Boy, is that fun! Hey, Nell, does every woman give out that much, uh, I guess you'd say female jism? You sure do, and it's wonderful!"
She tousled his hair, the good feeling in her vagina rising again. "If they're hot and healthy," she told him. "Then they do."
He thought of the flow from Kathy's tender cuntlips. Unless the light was very good, she didn't seem to have any hair at all. Close up, though, it was a lot. And her pussy sure was juicy.
He held her with his arms under her thighs and squeezed them, and she lifted them up to free him. He held his loins up off the bed, in what was obviously an effort, and Nell patted his head and said: "Hey, come on up here where I can kiss you! Let me see that wonderful cock of yours. Please!"
When he rolled up toward her, she said: "Here, don't you want to squeeze my big old boobs? Did you tell me, yesterday, that was the first time you ever screwed a woman? Does that include girls, too?"
He needed no invitation to play with the smooth, heavy warmth of her breasts, and he smiled at her. "Maybe I said that," he acknowledged. "I don't remember. Anyhow, it's true. It was the first time." He leaned and sucked very hard on one of her dark, swollen nipples, making her jump and cry out. "Why? Is it because I don't know much about it?"
She nearly drove the breath out of him with her hug, mashing her tender breasts between them. "You better cool it, baby," she ordered. "You're marvelous, and I keep telling you that. I asked because it just seems impossible that you should know just where to lick, where to suck, how to fuck so well. What a cock!"
He pondered. "Is it really true, what you said yesterday? That it's not so much a matter of size as how to use it?" His cock touched the smooth skin of her side, and he groaned, closing his eyes. "Tell me the truth," he demanded.
"It's the honest-to-God truth," Nell said solemnly. "I never meant anything any more in my life. But there's something nicer than that, really. When there's something genuine, some real feeling, between a man and a woman. Or a boy and a woman. You know, Donnie," she said softly, "I like the thought of that-a boy and a woman." She hugged him again, pressing his face down between her big, soft breasts where he could smell her body.
She began to hold his cock and stroke it. "It's very hard," she whispered throatily. "You'll have to cum, but not too soon. May I just have a little taste?"
It shook her again, just the sweetly humid raunchiness of his male odor as she licked under his foreskin, around the head. I love these hot days, she thought. Thank you, Mother Nature!
When she felt his loins tense, she took his prick out of her mouth and held it in the Masters/Johnson grip, her thumb on the underside of the head. She smiled at his puzzled face.
"This'll keep you from cumming too soon," she whispered. "I'll squeeze it gently for a minute; then, when I let it go, you'll be back about where you were when you got here."
He turned so that his face was against her hip, and kissed along it, enjoying the flavor and scent of her skin. He forced one arm under her thigh and got his fingers into the soggy, lovely flesh of her cunt. She really came a lot! It made him feel marvelous, and all at once he knew that Nell had told him the truth-her grip, now released, had kept him from cumming.
He got up and began kissing her soft cheeks, licking across her full, warm lips as he passed over them. The touch made her happy and warm, and she reached down to feel her cunt, just as Donnie had done, and laughed. When she brought her fingers back up, dripping with her clear, thick juice, she held them under his nose and laughed as he licked them. He reached down and got three of his fingers into her, but her cunt muscles nipped so hard that she shoved the fingers out. "That's so great," he said. "Is that something that every girl can do?" In spite of himself, he remembered that Kathy had done the same, though not so much.
She humped up at his fingers. "Some are born with it," she said. "Some learn it. I was born loving to fuck. That's what makes it happen. Animal heal Animal joy!" She humped again. "Baby," she moaned lightly, "I sure hope you want to stick it in me. I sure want to get fucked by you. NOW! NOW!" she screamed. "FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"
He scrambled between her thrashing legs, but would not have been able to get it in her if she had not grabbed his cock and guided it directly into the clutching hole. Her body seemed to be out of control, but his senses somehow found the rhythm of her fucking, and he excitedly pounded into her. He felt the softness of her breasts against him, and the hairy mat of her mound as he ground down on it. Her cunt was squeezing him with more force than her fist, and he had the feeling that her tightness was shoving his foreskin back so that the slick, warm vagina rubbed right on the sensitive head and the area below it.
The idea was exciting, all the lovely beauty of fucking, and he let himself go, fucking into her as hard as he could, feeling something hard. I must be going all the way in, he thought. I guess I do have enough of a cock! Her head was tossing from side to side, and her mouth was open, emitting hoarse screams. "OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! OH, BABY, YOU'RE FUCKING ME RIGHT DOWN, RIGHT DOWN! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! IT'S SO NICE! FUCK ME, OHHHH! Ohhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh, my God, Donnie, how wonderful it is to fuck and be fucked!"
Her face, in fact, her entire body, was slick with sweat, and she was panting. She kissed him, over and over, running her strong tongue into his mouth, licking his sweat from his chin and cheeks, even behind his ears, as he grinned in delight. He continued to pump his cock gently into her, feeling the looseness and the overflowed slickness where it had been so tight.
"Sure feels good," he said happily. "Thought sure I'd cum there, just a minute ago. My golly, how'd I keep from it?"
She hugged him rapturously. "Because you're you," she cried. "Because you're wonderful to fuck! Oh, Donnie, now I'll make you cum, the best you ever did it!"
To his wide-eyed surprise, as well as to his growing pleasure, the warm, slick cunt that had been so loose and sloppy suddenly tightened on his sensitive cock. There was a long, slow pull of muscle up and down his penis, a push of Nell's strong back muscles that sent her body gently spiralling up to Donnie's. Her warm belly seemed to roll and rub on his, and he could feel the wet bush of her cunthair press him in regular rhythms.
She was holding him in her arms, cradling him against her, but she let go one hand and pushed up one of her warm, soft breasts, squeezing it so that the darkly swollen nipple, looking purple with the press of her blood in its grained erection, stuck out and invited his lips. The feel and the sight of its blue-veined perfection raised the urgency in his young cock, and when he sucked it in, her body began to undulate like some great, smooth-skinned snake, and her cunt sucked hard on his prick.
It was an intense demand, a fiery massage on the nerves in his cock, and it was more than he could resist. The orgasm that had been held back twice, now began to surge in potent, hot waves up his tubes. The head of his penis flared and swelled, shooting its hot rivers of male sperm and semen into the dark of the woman's gripping vagina.
She felt the deeply pleasing flow of wet heat as his seed shot into the tightness of her vaginal sheath, washing over the mouth of her womb, and her own orgasm burst suddenly, its heat and joy seeming to rip her belly open to let the warm wave of passion flow out of her.
Her tongue was in the boy's throat, and she was screaming as well as she could, a subdued vibration in both their mouths, since he was tonguing her. It came out "HMMMMM! HMMMMM! HMMMM!" and was audible to no one, since they were the only ones present, and their minds as well as their bodies were consumed in the vast pleasure of resounding orgasms.
Donnie's cock reveled in the slippery warmth, the pulsing beat in Nell's flowing cunt, his balls seeming to empty themselves as he churned and thrust in her slobbering vagina.
Only when the last throb had made his dick swell inside the woman did Donnie release her softening tongue from the suction of his mouth. While they were fucking, it had been like a hard and pointed cock pouring into his mouth, lubricated by her spit and his. Now that she had cum, her tongue was large and soft, languidly rolling in his mouth until he had pulled back.
His entire crotch area seemed wet and slick. Some of his own cum juice, as well as a great deal of Nell's, had pumped warmly out as she had seemed to swallow his penis with her cunt, ready for her second orgasm so soon after the first. It was getting cool and sticky, still warm, but no longer as hot as the inside of the woman's pussy.
He rolled off her, laughing, and as he turned on his back he heard a mechanical noise, and then, startling him only for a moment, the musical chimes of a clock. He sat up quickly.
"What time is that?" he said, and his hostess, her hand in his lap, feeling for his wet cock, answered: "Four-forty-five."
When he stood up, she asked: "What's wrong? What's the big hurry? Don't leave me, baby! Let me suck out your cream!"
But for some reason, although he had been anxious to see the thick-lipped and hairy cunt again, to feel its expert slide of muscle up and down and all around his strong young dick, he now felt an even greater need to leave, to see Kathy.
He fell on her soft breasts and kissed her over and over. "I'm sorry," he said, smiling. "I've got to be home at five. But don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow. Listen, can I ask you another question? About girls? Women, too?"
She gazed at him fondly. "Ask me anything," she said.
He thought. Then: "Does a girl really get, well, as choked up with cum as a boy does? I know they don't cum the same way. You know, no shooting off. But does it make them, uh, desperate?"
She held his sticky, sweet, shriveled cock, thinking how marvelous it would be to relive her life, to be twelve again, to have a hot, capable boy like this one to fuck her. And suck her.
"It depends on the girl," she said. "When a girl is ripe for a fuck, she's easy meat for any guy that knows the answers."
He turned this over in his mind a hundred times in the few minutes it took to get home. Hell! So many guys knew the answers! And none of those cherry-pickers would overlook a choice and budding piece of fuck-meat like Kathy. Just a goddamned wonder somebody hadn't plugged her already.
As he thought of this, and thought of his sister's glorious young body, her sweet young cunt, as he had seen them so many times, and especially last night, he groaned. He had a problem!
When he hit his own driveway, just about at five o'clock, and saw no Kathy, his heart thundered his alarm. And then he remembered what she had confessed last night-that she had lain in her bedroom, naked, hoping to seduce him. It was so sweet, and still so funny, that he was laughing when he ran into the house.
And there she was, on her bed, so trim and still so nubile, her lovely young thighs wide apart, and, at their apex, the handful of softly curled yellow hair, the fat and almost hairless cuntlips spread by her position and her heat, open enough to show the bright pink inner lips in their slick valley of flesh and membrane. In spite of his fuck with Nell, his cock swelled warmly in his shorts, and a throb of pleasure hit him.
"Oh, my poor, dear little sister!" he wailed in a falsetto mockery of alarm. "She's fainted! I'll have to throw some cold water on her to revive her!" He began to take off his clothes.
From the bed there came a murmur: "I need something hot, not something cold!" and the happy young girl pumped her taut little rump up and down, making her cunt pop open, showing more of the shiny pink lining and the blood-swelled inner lips.
He was naked and on the bed before he remembered that he had shoved his face deep into Nell's warmly overflowing pussy to give her a final kiss before he left. Knowing how hot and strong that cunt-flavor was, he was afraid to kiss his baby sister, so, instead, he quickly reversed his body, looked laughingly over his shoulder at the bemused and happy face of young Kathy, and kissed deeply in her hot young cunt.
"Baby, you're so marvelous," he said huskily. "I've been thinking of you all day long. Thinking of this," and he enthusiastically plunged his shining young face into her soft, richly juicy twat. "And this," and he kissed further down, right into the sweated, strongly scented smoothness of her ass-cleft. "And these," he finished, swivelling around to squeeze her soft, firm young titties into pink cones with his hands."
They clung to each other, their naked bodies warm and smooth, breast against breast, belly against belly. The young girl was panting as she pulled her face away from Donnie's kiss. Her face was flushed and excited, her inner self swelling with happiness at being a girl. Her little pussy trembled and throbbed as hot young blood distended every vein. Her voice was shaky with passion.
"I know you can't, Donnie," she gasped, "but, oh, baby, how I wish you could fuck me!" She trembled violently. "I'm about to cum! Can't you just put the head in?"
He held her tenderly, stroking the hair off her brow, feeling the weight of his responsibility. "I can't, Sis," he moaned. "But we can suck each other!" He put his face down to her young chest, and began to lick her swelling titties. "You're so neat," he said hoarsely. "These sweet things are just right for a mouthful! Ohhhhh!" and he sucked as hard as he could, getting an entire breast into his mouth, feeling the nipple in his throat.
She held his head against her and her panting became groans.
"Suck my pussy," she said in almost a scream. "Oh, Donnie, let me have your cock in my mouth! I'm so hot! Please! Suck me!"
Relieved that she would settle for this less dangerous game, he happily turned again, pulling her strong young thighs wide apart, licking his lips at the sight of the pink split in all its juicy glory. His sister's tight little hole was moving, and for just a second, he wanted to stick his cock into those convulsing folds so badly that his gut ached.
Instead, he bent his head and began to lick desperately, pushing among the red-veined inner lips to pick up some of the partly congealed juices which, like tiny bits of cunt-sweet tapioca, lay hidden in the warm lips close on his cockhead. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. Like his sister, he was too hot for caution. He felt his cock swell joyously, and was afraid he would come too soon, but Kathy held the stem of his cock in a firm grip, and he forgot his own feelings as he tried to give pleasure to her vibrant little cunt.
"Oooh, baby," he muttered in the slick folds of her pussy. "Ooooh, you're so sssweeeet!" He felt her body move and knew that the vibes of his voice were tickling the tender cunt nerves, giving the tender surface a small and lovely treat. Above his face, near the spread of his thighs, he felt hot breath warm his balls, and then felt a soft, warm caress, and knew that Kathy was taking his nuts in her mouth, giving them a tongue bath in the warmth of her cheeks. At the same time, he felt her soft, warm little hand squeezing the head of his penis. It was beautiful.
He lifted his juice-streaming face from his sister's split. "Thanks, baby," he whispered. "That feels so good! Did you cum once or twice? I felt something go in your pussy, but I was too excited to tell for sure." He laughed confidently, the taste of her gamy pussy-juice sweet and rank among his taste buds.
She released his balls from her mouth, still holding his cock. Her laugh was warm and husky. "I think I came just before you kissed my pussy," she answered. "And surely, once afterward. Maybe twice! Oh, Donnie, this is so lovely! Your cock's so hot and hard. I can feel it throb! Don't you want to shoot it?" She jacked his cock softly with one hand, fondling his nuts with the other. "Try to fuck way down my throat, okay? And just eat the cunt right out of me at the same time!"
She took his prick into her mouth and moved her head as fast as she could, until he could actually feel the jar as his cockhead struck the back of her throat. At the same time, she began to thrust her dripping pussy up to him in a slower rhythm, and he got his arms around her thighs and dropped his open lips onto her sweetly responsive gash, swallowing her rich flow. She cums as hard and as much as Nell Hendricks, he thought proudly.
The rub of her smooth skin, the way she was taking his cock into her throat, made the fire in his loins glow hotter. He suddenly had the feeling that he was fucking her throat rather than that she was sucking him, and knew that the two were different. It was marvelous, fucking into your sister, the one you loved perhaps more than anyone else in the world. And then he thought of his mom, and of her richly mature body, her great wealth of dark cunt hair. He loved her, too, and it was breathtaking to think of it while he was fucking. It gave him a shiver of feeling up his back, and then a deeper itch in his body, around his balls, so that he released every nervous inhibition and let his wad of jism shoot out of him.
The sweet, hard cum as his sperm shot into his sister's busy throat gave a deeper pleasure to him as he sucked her, made her squirming cunt taste all the sweeter, made it feel slicker. There was a breaking of sweat all over him, and he fucked hard as Kathy's throat muscles, swallowing the blasts of his cum, gave him an almost unbearably beautiful feel in his cock.
She felt the increase in his tongue's activity just as she enjoyed the hot richness of his young sperm. The randy, raunchy feel of hot jism blowing in hard spurts into her mouth brought a harder wrench of pleasure in her pussy. There was a black wave of inner heat boiling out of her cum-wracked cunt, and it gave her a momentary sense of sex-mania, a descent into madness, where she craved a thousand cocks of every size and color, pounding into her pained and still joyful young body.
When she stopped the heart-pounding cum that had shaken her so, and when she was sure that the last precious drop of her brother's jism had trickled sweetly into her gullet, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed its sticky surface in her palpitating breasts, on the sweetness of her throat, everywhere she could reach, in a wild fit of completion. She clasped Donnie's face between her legs, pumping up at him until her open cunt seemed about to smother him, and only his greater strength gradually enabled him to escape.
"Hey!" he cried, half angry, "What the hell's that for?"
She began to cry, her tenderly beautiful young body turning so that the tender young ass was toward him.
"I can't help it!" she cried. "There's a dozen guys want to make it with me, and I'm scared. Because of you and Mom! I just want a cock in me so bad I can't stand it! Is that so wrong?"
He held her and soothed her. "Listen, Sis," he said, "I've got something for you." He reached for his denims, where he had flung them on the bed, and retrieved a plastic container. "You know what these are?" he asked.
She took them sullenly. "Why wouldn't I know?" she asked. "Every chick at school has them. Except me. Man, I'm sure an example of the overprotected girl!" Her tone was bitter, then she laughed and kissed her brother. "I'm stupid," she admitted. "I'm lucky I've got two people to care about me. And luckier that one of 'em's a brother like you. At least I don't have to live with my finger stuck in my pussy to get some relief. That was just too good, a minute ago! I'm sorry I acted like such a little ninny. What're the pills for?"
He looked at her solemnly. "I want you to start taking them, every day. When was your, uh, your last period?" His grave young face was suffused with a blush.
"I just got over it," Kathy answered. "Couple of days ago. That's why I'm so hot." She smiled at him, rubbing her breasts. "Oooh, you almost set me on fire!" she said passionately. "I just felt like I was turning inside out. Do I start taking these now?" and she rattled the pill container.
"Yes. Take one every day until they're gone. That way," and he turned his head away, "if you do go out with a guy, and you get so hot you can't help yourself, well, you know."
His sister looked at him with a look of unadulterated love. "You're something else, Donnie," she said in a low voice, not far from tears. "You make me realize what principle means. I know you want to fuck me as bad as I want you to. And you won't do it. But you fix it so I can screw someone else. And be safe."
She fell on him again, almost as wild as before. She was now laughing, and she sucked on his limp organ, getting what stray drop or two of his seed had leaked out. "Let's start dinner," she said. "I want to give you a little time to recuperate. Then you can fuck between my cuntlips. That can't be against your principles! And you can squirt your jism right up my belly, right between my boobs, right into my mouth!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
That was Friday. And of course, after dinner, with their hardy young bodies replenished with the kindling of lust, they had at each other again, each bringing from the other the gushes of sensation, the gouts of sperm, the flow of cunt-juice and nerve-spasming delight. And later, in each other's arms in bed, they came again.
On Saturday, while Betty was at work-Saturday was, of course, the big day at the Cormorant-it was the same. Donnie did his work, delivered a bottle to Nell, and fucked her in a way that was a delight to them both. Because it was a beautiful day and he had started his work early, he lay with her, loving her dark, voluptuous beauty, and the abandon with which she offered it to his body, to his lips and tongue, to his cock, until he was able to raise, with little delay, another hard-on. And they fucked again, leaving him in a fine glow but not too eager when he got home. Nonetheless, he and Kathy, in the mortal heat of youth and true sex-love just born, rolled with their bodies hot and locked in love's embrace throughout the evening, although Donnie began to feel a deep ache each time his nuts exploded.
On Sunday, too, while Betty shopped, Kathy's sweet, slick mouth and the sharp and lovely taste of her free-flowing pussy brought new life to her brother's throbbing cock at least once. He watched her take The Pill, too, and all its connotations, such as another guy's cock entering the slick, tight portals of her cunt, gave him a weird sort of heat and permitted another cum.
They could not touch each other except furtively, once their mother was home for the day. It seemed strange, not to be looking and licking into his sister's cute, pink, tender little slit. And not to be trying some variation of fucking into her throat, or between the cheeks of her ass, or anywhere to get the needed heat and smooth friction for a cum.
He did not go easily to sleep, and slept fitfully. Hence, during the night when his mother came into his room-to see if he was covered, he assumed-he was awake, but pretended not to be. He was neither alarmed nor embarrassed by the fact that he had a hard-on. So much fucking and sucking and assorted sex had matured him greatly in just four days. So he played it cool.
The light in the hall was very strong. His mother's shortie nightgown was a scoop-neck affair, and so brief that it came up her back when she bent over. And she did bend over him, although he thought that that was odd, just to cover a guy up. And, in the bright backlighting, he saw his mother's breasts hanging down, saw the dark bush of cunt hair as plain as day between them, and saw the beauty of her lovely thighs.
Once more, Betty was overcome with a desire to suck her son's hard young cock, and nearly succumbed. But she remembered how she had been entrapped by her wave of wild lust to suck up his sperm the other time. Suppose he had awakened? What trauma might she have inflicted on his young mind? So she hovered and hungered, and the boy felt her warm breath on his trembling cock, and his own sexuality, aroused by the plain sight of his mother's breasts, belly, pubic bush, and thighs, swept him into a strange, throbbing heat that demanded release.
Thus, once his mother's door was closed, he boldly tiptoed down the hall and into Kathy's room, closing her door and turning on her dim bed lamp, and showing his hard cock to her with a grimace of need and love and lust. So then, very careful to make no noise, they got together, and the girl, inviting him by a sweet kind of pantomime, got him to straddle her chest, took his cock between her swollen young breasts, and arched her neck so that she could lick the head with each thrust toward her lips.
In the meantime, she took one of his hands and moved it to the hot slit between her legs, so that he could finger-fuck her while she breast-fucked him. It was strange enough to shoot them both into orbit in a minute or two, and he let his weight press her breasts as his cream shot into her mouth, up her nostrils, even across her closed eyes.
And on Monday, something happened to Donnie at school. When he went to the toilet. As he stroked his cock, pulling the foreskin back, then forward, a drop of opaque, yellow liquid came out. It was like pus, and it frightened him badly. Clap!
He cut his last class and went in the back door of Dr. Gold's clinic, turning his face away from the smiling young women who acted as nurses and assistants and lab technicians. There was a new one, a lovely child with red hair. Nineteen, actually, and she seemed very adult to Donnie. While he waited for the doctor, he heard the other girls call her Sharon.
Once they were in an examination room, in spite of his long friendship with Dr. Gold, Dennie found it hard to talk. So the doctor, who went through this same routine with teenagers three or four times a day, grinned and said: "Pull out your cock, Donnie." And opened the door and called: "Come here, Sharon!"
The new girl, the lush redhead, came in, looking cool and professional. Donnie, with his young cock already in his hand, dared not move. Even when Dr. Gold said: "Get me a specimen of fluid from this young man's penis," and smirked broadly.
The girl's face flushed, and she hesitated, but Gold said: "Go on, goddamn it! You wanted to be a nurse. You took a course. So take a smear from this boy's prick!"
The girl smiled at Donnie apologetically, then, with a warm, soft hand, she put her finger and thumb over his slightly expanded cock. Her breath was fast and hot, and Donnie, his young senses aroused in spite of his fear, saw her young nipples tauten inside her chaste white smock.
She rolled her finger and thumb back easily, then, squeezing his tool, she brought them back. Both she and Donnie gasped. There, on the head of his cock, he saw again the drop of thick, yellow, pus-like exudate. But the girl, who did not look, felt the young lad's cock throb gently in her fingers, and she thought: Geez, a young kid like this, to have such a nice peter! She thought, too, how easily a boy this age could be controlled, and how many of them there were, hanging about the beach and the drugstore and the malt shop. Cock unlimited!
But the doctor growled at her, and she quickly pressed the drop of thick fluid from Donnie's cock on to a glass plate. She gave the boy's prick a brief and furtive squeeze, and smiled at him and the doctor.
"Don't worry, kid," the gnarled old doctor said. "It may be nothing. And, if it's gonorrhea, we can fix it in a minute!"
The girl was back in no more than five minutes, and she was smiling. She addressed the doctor, but she swung her green eyes to Donnie. "Negative," she reported, and her voice was like a song. Her lovely young face was flushed, and she stared hard at the young boy's face, then dropped her eyes to his crotch.
"Thanks," Dr. Gold said, and then, as Sharon lingered, he growled: "What do you want, girlie? Another specimen?" and the young redhead left in confusion.
The doctor laughed. "Just been with us a couple of days," he explained. "First time she ever skinned a cock. In the line of duty," he added. "Girl with her attributes, she's had plenty of informal, non-medical experience. Shall I give you her phone number?" He eyed Donnie with some humor and then said: "Donnie, I pulled you out of your mother's vagina almost fifteen years ago. I'm glad to see you've been getting some pussy, but you've been getting too much. A strain, caused by too much screwing, that can give you a little scare like that. Looks like clap, but isn't. See that you don't come back with the real thing!" He steered the boy out of the room, down the hall, and out the back door again, winking at a blushing Sharon who, nevertheless, kept her smile on Donnie.
Outside, Donnie's strong young legs almost collapsed under him. Release from fear can be as enervating as fear itself. He had to concentrate to get across the plaza to Doobey's, and to start his delivery list. His mind was as disorganized, his soul as bruised as if he had been told that he was clapped up. He almost fainted when Hank Gross gave him the usual bottle for delivery to Nell Hendricks. And he could not face her today, for a powerful reason.
Ever since he had first had that shock of fear, he had thought of Nell as a diseased old whore, giving trusting kids the clap. Now, knowing how wrong he had been, and that it was only a strain, he could not face her. Or, at least, he felt that he could not fuck her.
He found Dexter back in the parking lot at Doobey's, talking up a fresh piece of pussy, no doubt, with a happy-looking child who didn't look to be over ten years old. When Dexter said yes, he was going over to Del Rey pretty soon, Donnie gave him the bottle and asked him, as a favor, to deliver it.
The tall kid looked at him shrewdly, but Donnie kept his cool, and his pal smiled assent. "Do I collect, baby?" he asked. "Maybe I'll take it out in trade."
Donnie gave him a shove, laughed, and then left, hardly able to conceal his relief. He stopped once to take a piss behind a hedge of blooming oleanders, and his heart leaped when there was none of that frightening juice on his cockhead before the bright yellow stream of urine shot out. And he was glad that he had gotten shunt of the Hendricks delivery when he saw his young sister at the school bus stop and asked her to ride home behind him on the bike.
She was overjoyed, and held her head against his back, her arms around him. "I can feel your cock," she said, and he answered, over his shoulder: "You'd better take it easy, you little madwoman, or you'll wreck us both!"
The pressure of the warm seat on her fat and leaky cuntlips was simply marvelous, and the breeze shooting up between her warm, smooth young thighs was like Donnie's breath blowing on her pussy. She shivered in pure joy as she hugged him around the middle.
The bypassing of Mrs. Hendricks, the vast relief he felt at getting a clean bill of health from the clinic, and the disappearance of the pus-like discharge gave Donnie a singular feeling of joy and freedom. He placed his hand on Kathy's rounded little rump as they went in the back door of their home, and he was smiling as she turned to him and kissed him as soon as they were inside, out of public view. Her sweet young mouth was open, her tongue eager for his, and she soon let one of her arms go from around his neck, so that she could feel for his cock.
Her face was bright with expectation. "Gee, Donnie, your peter just feels marvelous," she said, her cheek against his. "It always comes up quick, but now, well, it's already ready!" Baby, he thought, you don't know how close I was to never getting it ready for you again. The fear of VD, a darkness he had never known enough about, and his escape, all combined to fill him with gratitude. He knew now what he was going to do, and far from dreading it, he felt the joy of responsibility accepted. When they were in his bed, lying warmly naked together, her hand on his cock and his fingers between her furred outer lips, he turned to his young sister and kissed her with a new purpose.
The skin of her thighs, where his other fingers rested, was so smooth. "That skin down there's as smooth as your tits," he whispered. "So sweet. So warm. And when you raise your legs up, and your pussy spreads out, it's too beautiful!"
She hugged him ecstatically, twisting up so that she captured his hand between her legs. "Finger-fuck me," she begged. "Oh, God, Buzzie, I just feel like I'll go crazy if I don't get something stuck into me!" Her eyes were closed, as always when she was very hot. "Oh, how I wish we could really fuck!"
He began to work one finger into her tight and slippery fuckhole, pushing it in, pulling it out, tense with excitement, ready to bubble with laughter as she wildly bucked up at his finger. She now clutched him blindly around the neck, turning her mouth to his, fucking as hard as she could against his hand.
"Oh God, Buzzie, You're really doing it good! she choked. "Ohhh!" as another finger joined the first. "Wowww! That hurts! Oh, Jesus, Donnie! Hold me, baby! I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" OHHHH! OHHHHH! LET ME HAVE YOUR TONGUE! AAAARRRGGGHHHH!"
The rest was a moan, a long drawn out, deep-chested howl of pure joy that was choked off by her brother's strong tongue buried in her mouth, and on which she sucked with the same fierce joy as if it had been his prick. He felt muscles inside her, chewing at his fingers, and knew with joy that his little sister really had the natural talent that Nell had mentioned. Even when he had rammed his tongue into her, or one finger part way, he had felt a stir of sucking muscle. Now, it was confirmed ten times over as he held her and let her fuck it all out.
When she let him go, her face in an angelic smile of rosy content, he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips. She grabbed them and looked at them, dripping with her cum.
"I didn't bleed," she said. "Geez, Donnie, I felt stretched! But that little old maidenhead didn't break! Well," and she could not help showing a sort of disappointment, "maybe then it'll bust!"
She made a face intended to be comical, but her brother, in tune with her in spirit, saw the very real sadness she felt. He waited no longer, but pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.
"Sis," he said, after he pulled his mouth from hers, "how would you like to try it right now? If you think I'm man enough to break it," he added with a wry laugh.
The blonde armful of warm flesh squealed in unbelieving delight. "Oh, Donnie!" she cried. "Oh, baby! You're so good, so sweet! Oh, that beautiful thing!"
She grabbed his cock with both hands, bending to shower it with kisses, tears of happiness running down her cheeks. "I can't believe it!" she cried. "Of all the things I've wanted and waited for, it's to have a boy's peter, a real hard one, stuck into me! Oh, Donnie," and her voice flattered, "I sure hope I'm good! I mean, I hope your peter likes me. Likes my pussy! I'll try so hard, I promise! I'll do anything you say!"
She was half out of her head with delight, and still, there was a deep feeling of fear of the unknown. The heat in her young twat rose and fell, and she looked helplessly at her brother and his hard cock, which she still held in her warm hands.
He kissed her softly and tenderly, letting his tongue run in and out of her sweet mouth, remembering how great it had felt when she sucked his prick, her young tongue so firm and slick.
"You just lie down, baby," he said softly, feeling a throb in his voice as well as his cock. "I want to get into that cute little pussy of yours so bad! Just lie back and spread your legs out wide. That's it, Kathy! Oh, how good it looks!"
He got between her thighs and she lay there, her firm breasts pointed with excitement and desire, the red-veined, drooly lips of her inner cunt trembling. She made a wide angle with her thighs, so that the huge tendons that ran right up to her cunt stood out like cables under the soft skin. For the first time, he noticed that the narrow white strip of skin covered by her bikini bottom was laced with small, delicate blue veins, like her tits. His tongue seemed to swell until it was almost choking him, and he knew it would be hard to swallow.
He held her soft, barely -haired lips open as best he could with his left hand, and guided his rigid penis with his right. He was so hot, and it was such an intensely erotic picture, watching his distended cock touch the portals of his young sister's warm cunt, that he almost shot his cream into her yellow pubic hair. It made him groan, and Kathy opened her eyes to see why.
Some inner maturity, waiting to be aroused, illuminated her bright young mind. With tender sureness, she took hold of his prick with both her hands, whispering: "It's all right, Donnie. Don't worry. Let me slip it in. Oooooh! There, baby! That's it! Oh, God, Donnie, go slow!"
He eased up, feeling his heartbeats in the highly aroused head of his hard organ, and gasped: "Am I hurting you, honey?"
She still had her hands on the stem of his cock, as much as she could, and she squeezed it gently, her pink lips smiling.
"No, Buzzie," she whispered. "I just want to feel every bit of it as it goes in! Ooooh, it feels good! Am I nice, Buzzie?"
Her young body was moving, not beyond her control, but certainly without her volition, and the tight grip of her cunt, and its warmth on his pecker gave Donnie the fear of ejaculating prematurely. "Squeeze it with your hands," he whispered hoarsely, remembering what had happened when Nell had done the same.
In shy and gentle doubt, his sister did what he asked, her face anxious, and he groaned: "Oh, that's good! Baby, you are nice! Too much! I'm scared I'll cum too soon!" He shuddered.
"Do you want me to take it out, Donnie?" the girl asked. "I hope not, it feels so-marvelous! Oh, oh, oh!" Her body went rigid, then she relaxed and lay still. "That just about got me, she whispered in a shaky voice. "If I'd started to cum, I'll bet you would have shot it, right?"
He felt better, he didn't know why. More in control of himself and of the situation. He grinned down at his little blonde sister affectionately. She was so sweet, so beautiful! Her firm young breasts were so violently aroused, their pink aureolae puffed up, her nipples almost dark red with the engorged blood.
"You're so tight," he said. "It's kind of stuck. You know, holding me out." He pushed sharply, and she let out a small yell.
"That did hurt, a little," she confessed. Then she grabbed at his arms as they braced alongside her body. "Oh, Geez, Donnie, do you suppose it's my maidenhead holding you out?" Her body wriggled in lust and expectancy. "Ram it in me!" she cried. "Hurt me, baby! Break that damn thing!"
She was lunging up at him, tossing her beautiful little body up, her pink and tender pussy holding about two inches of his tool. He put his hand on her belly, grinning, and held her down. "You hold still, Sis," he said. "Leave this to me."
He extended himself on her, aware that his weight was flattening her burgeoning breasts between them, and that the feel of it would make her hotter. He held his cock where it was, part way in. His muscular buttocks were raised, clenched.
"I'm going to push a little," he warned. "I'll shove it in, then pull it out, until we get a little rhythm going, know what I mean?" To show her, he pumped softly, only about an inch.
She opened her eyes and smiled, her excitement evident.
"I know, I know!" she gasped. "Shove it in! I'm ready! Oh, damn it, Buzzie, hold me! I think I'm cumming again!"
Her hot, smooth body squirmed under him, and he felt the nip of her cunt muscles on his cock as he had on his fingers. "Easy does it, baby!" he said, swallowing hard. He pumped into her tight little twat again, and it was such a close fit that the tender skin on his column, under the foreskin, which her cunt forced back, seemed to squeak as it went in, maybe an inch. He was hitting something that was holding him out, but seemed elastic, and each time he bumped his cock into it, Kathy moaned.
She began to fuck up at him, now, her face against his neck, and her strong young arms holding him against her titties. Her body, miraculously, moved almost exactly like that of Mrs. Hendricks, and he wondered if this was not in every woman to do, not realizing that he was withdrawing his cock and ramming it in the young cunt exactly like all men have always done.
"Is that hurting you much, baby?" he asked. "Do you want me to stop? To go easier?"
She nearly choked him with her grip, and he felt the hot, slick pussy nibble at him with its strong, slippery lips.
"No, I don't!" she growled. "Just fuck! Hear! Just fuck! Just fuck! Just fuck!" and her hips and belly and cunt shot up at him, around him, in rhythm to her high-pitched yells.
It felt marvelous to him, because she was flowing more of her native lubricant with each upward humping of her ass. She was still tight, and feeling hotter, but his cock was sliding in easier with each thrust, and it no longer jarred him when he struck the elastic obstruction in her vagina. The feeling that he might shoot his load before he had done his duty had left him, and he kissed her cheeks, then sucked her tongue tenderly as he fucked into her.
"Baby," he whispered fondly, "I'm going to take that thing right now! I'm going to puncture it, and go all the way into you, and squirt my cream all over your guts!"
She was almost screaming with lust as she listened to his hot words, and she whispered tensely: "Fuck me, then, Buzzie. Stick that peter all the way into me! Fuck it clear up to my womb! Break it! Kill me! Fuck me!"
She was lashing up furiously, but he had been holding back, wanting to be sure she was ready, for he sensed it might give her a good bit of pain. But now he knew she was ready.
"Here we go, baby!" he shouted. His muscular buttocks drew back and banged into her. He groaned as his hard cock seemed to bend, and his pain was terrific. Under him, his sister was groaning through closed lips. When he drew back to drive his cock against her balky maidenhead, she lay passive. But, when he started to drive down at her, this time she gathered her powerful young back muscle, bunched the soft musculature of her own buttocks, and swirled her body to meet Donnie's as it came down.
She let out a savage cry of pain and triumph as his cock hesitated, then slid farther in. He felt something give way in his sister's tight little vagina, felt as if something were choking his cock. Sometimes, when he jerked off, he would spit on the fork of his right hand, make a circle with thumb and forefinger, then fuck into the tight hole. This felt about the same-a seemingly impassable tightness which, if the cock pressed hard enough, gave way. But this tightness, incredibly, still held him. Just at the tenderest part of his cock, too. Just under the corona of the head, gripping tightly around that very tender, very slick skin on his shaft when the foreskin is pulled back.
He groaned at the thought. This would rip the skin right off his dick. But his little sister, her face in a happy fix of lust and concentration, kept humping, so he drove into her.
This time, her cry was louder but happier. "It's in me!" she cried. "All the way in! Do you feel it?"
She felt the grip of her cuntal opening as it tightened and relaxed, felt the surge, the marvelously gut-twisting happiness inside her as a hard prick struck her cervix for the first time in her life. Just as she did when she had a big cum, she felt as if her guts would turn inside out, as if she were opening up from the cunt clear into her bowels. But most of all, she felt the wonderful pressure as his belly, his mound, the base of his cock imprisoned her clit between them, and mashed it into a wild, mad glow of sexual pleasure.
She felt Buzzie's cock grow in her, and then he was hammering down at her, his cock going easily and slickly into her with each thrust, now that there was no longer anything to stop him. He was fucking again in the same rhythmic movement, only this time, he was pouring the hot and melting essence from his balls. It was a new sensation to her, the slick, hot sperm flooding her interior as it jetted out of his driving cock, and she began to cum in a way she had never before experienced, with the solidity of a hard peter for her cunt to chew on, to try to swallow.
Each time his cock went deep into her and spurted warm, wet jism over her womb's mouth, she shook with a shudder of orgasm, feeling the rippling muscles inside her kissing up and down her brother's precious dick. And each time her young cunt closed and clasped so lovingly on his throbbing cock, he plunged it into her once more, spilling another blast of his cream.
When they had exhausted themselves, she held on to him weakly and began to cry, great, shuddering sobs, while floods of tears poured down her face. Donnie held her and stroked her cheeks, kissing her, laughing, knowing these were happy tears.
"I must have cum a bucketful," he said at last. "I can feel my balls all sopping wet."
"And there's a big puddle under my behind," the cute little blonde said, a sobbing catch in her voice. "Oh, Donnie, that was so wonderful! Why did you decide to do it?" She kissed him and rolled away, gasping as she looked at the mess on the sheets.
"Golly, Buzz," she giggled, "you did make me bleed. Wow! If I hadn't just got over my period, I'd think I had it!" She touched her hand to the sticky, bloody mixture and licked it up. "Never happen again," she said, a touch of sadness in her voice. "I quit being a little girl when that happened!"
"Roll over," Donnie said. "On your back. Now, how about doing me a favor and holding your sweet little butt up in the air? Like that. Right." He looked at the smeared beauty of her girlish cunt, its yellow hair stuck down with blood and cum. He felt as sentimental as Kathy did regarding the finality, the never-again loss of her virginity, but he wanted to help her avoid remorse.
He kissed very gently into the relaxed, softened inner lips, and sucked hard on her fuckhole, never to be the same.
She patted his cheeks. "That was the greatest cum I ever had," she said. "No wonder people go crazy for fucking! Suck me out some more, and let me taste that blood and cum." She giggled. "I know it sounds perverted, but it's the last virgin blood I'll ever shed!" She groaned as he licked and sucked, and held her welcoming arms up to him as he came up to give her her mouthful of her cuntal treasures.
After they kissed for a long time, she said: "Donnie, I'm still dying to know why? Why now?"
He told her as much as he dared. "There's so much VD around, baby. You told me how hot you were getting, you said you just had to feel a cock in you. I knew you were in danger, that's all!"
He cursed himself for not being able to tell her about Nell Hendricks. But how could he? Unfair to her, this way. Maybe. But how much more unfair to the older woman, to blab that he had fucked her. It could ruin her life.
Kathy's eyes were round with shock as he told her. "I'm glad it was you who, uh, did me. The first time. Fucked me, I mean. Oh, Buzzie, I'm so glad! It was so sweet and wonderful! You mean that now I won't have to get it, well, away from home?"
He squeezed one of her pert little breasts fondly. Was he wrong in thinking they had gotten bigger this last few days? "You better believe it," he said. "And I'm glad, too. I guess some people would criticize us for fucking. Being brother and sister. But the way I look at it, if you're in danger, I've got to do something about it. Right?"
She looked at him with tears of love in her blue eyes, then flung herself on him, kissing him hungrily, her body trembling. "You did that for me!" she whispered. "To keep me from having to, well, expose myself to VD. And you got me those pills for the same reason, I'll bet. She held on to him, her little breasts warm in his hands, looking into a distance he could not know anything about, aware of fears he could not see.
"Donnie," she whispered. "There's somebody else that's in danger, too. The same kind of danger. I've known about for months. Now, you've made me see how terrible it might be."
He held her closely and his voice was low. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Who's in danger? Your kind of danger?"
The girl looked at him, her young face desperate. "It's Mom," she choked. "Our Mom! You've got to, well, help her! Just like you've helped me!"
CHAPTER NINE
For long moments, Donnie Mitchell sat unmoving, letting the full meaning of his sister's statement sink in. There was nothing horrifying in the idea. There was a warm thrill in the idea that he could, at long last, do something that would be deeply meaningful in making his mother's life-their home life, all three of them-better and safer.
And there was the mystique of his mother's gorgeous body. The first mature cunt he had ever seen, the first with a dense bush of pubic hair, had been his mother's! And the first breasts, mature breasts, that he had seen, also his mother's. In spite of the shock of what Kathy had proposed, in spite of the riotous fuck just consummated, he felt a deeply hidden throb of sexual desire in his loins. But he was wrapped in doubt, too.
"You mean, I should fuck Mom?" he asked, shaking his head. "You mean-my God, Sis, that's crazy! Isn't it? That Mom needs me to screw her in order to save her from something?" He thought very specifically of his mother's body as he had seen it last night, and his shudder was not of horror but of lust. God, to see that mysteriously attractive cunt at close range! To open it, to feast his eyes on its slick pinkness, its richly full lips! To inhale its warm, cock-hardening fragrance, to touch its opulence and slobbering heat with his fingers, his dick! The gut-twisting power of lust turned within him, and without knowing it, he made a fucking motion with his body.
His sister leaned against him, her soft young breasts warm and smooth against his body. "You'll do it, won't you, Donnie?" she whispered. And then, with a nervous giggle, "You like the idea, don't you?" Her voice was hoarse with excitement. "God, how wild! But she needs it, honest!"
But Donnie hesitated. "Dad's been dead, how long? Three years, isn't it? If Mom's hot enough to be in danger, why hasn't she done something about it? How do we know-how do you know-that she's liable to go off the deep end with some guy?"
The girl hugged her soft body against his. "Donnie, I know this sounds trite, but women aren't like guys. They can go for a longer time and not need it. Mom was like a zombie for two years. But now-Donnie, she's changing. She's getting back to normal. And that job's a place where she's going to meet a lot of fuck-hungry men who know how to get it! Like I said, a woman can go without it, but once she starts needing it, bang! She's in danger!"
She got up, said "Wait!" and ran out of his room. In a minute she was back, brandishing the electric vibrator, even the bottle of imitation jism.
"I found this a couple of weeks ago," she said somberly. "I was looking around in Mom's dresser to see if she had some extra tampax around. Now," she said with a sort of sad triumph, "you see why I know that Mom's thinking about fucking!"
The boy held the strange object to his nose, then licked it. "She's been using it," he grinned wryly. "Okay. Mom needs sex. But Christ, Sis! How does a guy go about screwing his Mom?" He drew a deep breath and exhaled noisily. "I'd be a motherfucker," he said with a shaky laugh. "How about that? A motherfucker!"
She put her hand on his cock. "Pooh!" she said, "I'm closer kin to you than Mom is. You're only half from her, and you and I are exactly the same blood, same mother, same father." She laughed and looked at him with excitement showing in her sweet young face. "You cock wouldn't be swelling up this quick if the idea didn't grab you!" She bent down and kissed the tip of the fat young dick in her hand. "Mmmmm!" she whispered. "Look at the fat little old thing! And the sticky juice. Your cum and mine, and a little blood to make it richer!"
He watched her lip his hardening prick, seeing his mother's dark head in this same position, seeing her lush body in place of Kathy's. He had a weird feeling that he remembered his mother sucking his penis, but dismissed it.
"Okay," he said suddenly. "I'll do it! But how do I start?"
Kathy got to her knees and embraced him excitedly. "Wow!" she groaned. "Oh, man, how great! And listen, don't worry about how to get started. I've got that all doped out. Easy!"
She kept her hand on his throbbing young organ, stroking it gently as she talked. "You know how you wanted to help me? Remember how I wanted to help you? Well, Big Brother, who do you think worries about you even than I do? Mom, that's who!"
He looked at her, puzzled. "So," he said. "Then what?"
"Oh, you big silly! Mom worries about all of you. Your sex life, of course. Tell her, well, tell her you're scared and worried. That you need sex, but you're scared of girls. Because of VD. Sort of snuggle against her, you know what I mean? You sure knew what to do to me to make me ready to do anything you said!"
He tickled her. "You were ready before I touched you," he teased her. And he took her in his arms.
She put all her tenderness, all her love into a kiss, holding her hand behind his head, running her tongue all along and around his, along his teeth and gums inside his cheeks. She heaved a deep sigh, her body trembling. "God, this is making me hot!" she said. "Oh, I want another fuck so bad! But maybe you'd better save it for Mom!"
He rolled her on her back and stuck his cock into her, all in one motion. "It sure goes in easy, once that little old maidenhead goes," he said, but then he kissed her and looked serious, although he continued to fuck into her with long strokes. "That's not true," he said. "You're so tight, baby, that you skin my cock. You're full of cum juice, and you're relaxed inside. That's why it went in easy. But man! It feels so good! Come on, fuck me!"
After he had made her cum two or three times, and he was feeling that he could go on for another hour, she locked her legs over his back and held him close to her. His cock was smashed against the hard mouth of her womb, and she was sawing up and down gently, rubbing the head of his prick on that round, slick bit of muscle. "You're so good," she whispered, kissing him. "I mean you fuck so good. And you're a good person." Her sweet face tensed as if she were about to weep, and she fucked hard for just a few seconds, her face crimson as a new orgasm burst.
"That makes four," she said chokingly. "Pretty good for kids that never did it before. Well, one of us, anyhow!" She held him and licked his sweated neck, his face. "Do you want to cum?" she asked. "Or do you want to save it for Mom?"
He shuddered violently, then relaxed suddenly, letting her down. "I almost made it then," he said. "If you've got enough for now, I can stand it. Let's eat. We'll see what happens."
In the pleasant dimness of the Cormorant, with its quiet bustle of people working, the low hum of conversation, the inviting aromas of good food and drink, Betty Mitchell was having trouble keeping her mind on what she was doing. She was on about the same menstrual cycle as her daughter. Since she had begun to feel human, she felt the absence of a consoling prick just as she had enjoyed it when Joe was still with them. And after her period, it was a brighter fire, a more wanton sense of lust. But that was not her chief discomfort, though it was considerable.
Old Dr. Gold, always talking sex, had kidded her about her chastity. Which was okay. She liked the old devil and enjoyed his attention, although he was and always would be a dead end. But he had brought a lovely, tender looking young pussycat to dinner, a cute redhead he had casually introduced to her as "one of my harem, Sharon Dessum." That was okay, too. It was generally believed that the good doctor banged his help. It was an atmosphere of intense intimacy, of plain talk, of acceptance of people as they were. So why not? But she was certain that she had heard Donnie's name whispered as she left, and heard the girl say: "Too bad for such a sweet kid to-" and then she was too far away to hear any more. If Donnie had gone to the doctor-wouldn't he have told her something was wrong? And she knew there was no way to be certain. There were things a kid couldn't run to mama with.
She was half frantic by the time the dinner rush was over, and George Baker made her sit down and have a good, stiff drink.
"A double Scotch for you, baby," he had smiled. "You look like you're about to go up the wall." He brought her another, and she smiled ruefully.
"You're plying me with liquor," she murmured. "How do I know your intentions are honorable?"
"They're not," he said flatly. "But I know when I'm out of my class. Listen, Betty. My brother and his wife are in town and she works a good steak joint in Los Angeles. Why don't you hang it up and get home? The rush is over, and my sister-in-law can get here in five minutes. She can use the bucks, too."
The woman flashed him a look of gratitude. If you put a hand up my dress, she thought, I'd rape you right here! It was so good to work for a decent guy. But she didn't like him to think of her as out of reach, out of his class.
She was only a little relieved as she drove into her own driveway. It wasn't late, barely ten. She knew the kids would be up, looking at television, and was eager to talk to them. To Donnie, especially. But what to say? With Kathy around?
It was strange to find the house dark except for a hall light. She checked. Donnie was lying on his back, covers kicked off. She went in and saw the boy's dark eyes on her, his young face troubled. She dropped to her knees by his bed, taking his head in her arms, pressing to her breasts. For some reason, they seemed unusually large, unusually sensitive.
"What's the matter, baby?" she asked, and was amazed at two things-one, that she was whispering, and two, that she felt a maddening itch, a deep-tugging twist of muscle in her vagina.
He turned away, remembering some of Kathy's advice. "I can't tell you," he said, also whispering. He felt his mother's hand rubbing down his side. If she gets between my legs, I'll faint, he told himself in the silence of his mind.
She got up, holding his hand. "You come in my room as soon as I'm undressed," she said. "Is Kathy in bed?"
"Sound asleep," the boy lied. "Dropped off looking at TV."
The boy's heart was pounding as he went down the hall. In the light, he made a thumb-and-forefinger circle at the darkness of Kathy's room. Okay, the gesture said, and he fancied he could hear a grunt of heat in there. She had taken her mother's dildo with her. "Because, if you stick it into Mom, I'll die if I don't have something in me," she had giggled. But she wasn't kidding.
He was shocked to see that his mother had on, not a nightgown, but a short, sheer robe. It didn't reach any farther down than her ass, and she had not buttoned it, so that her breasts showed in the rosy light of a small lamp on her dresser. Her eyes looked larger and darker than usual, and her smile was tender as she held the covers back and whispered: "Get in here!"
He did as Kathy had directed, snuggling up to his Mom's warm body, finding it hard to breathe as he realized that Kathy's plan was working. And that he smelled pussy, the same vital perfume that arose from the cunt of Nell Hendricks. And his sister. She had suggested that he cry, if he could fake it, and he found that he didn't have to fake it, he was sniffling like a baby.
In a second, his mother had his head between her fine breasts. Her love had been great, and her worry, involving her boy's cock, had worked some sexual alchemy in her body that made her a benign lioness of sensuality. She had always loved Donnie with a special love, unlike what she had felt for Kathy. And she had never kidded herself about the sexual tie that existed between a mother and a son. She knew that there was only a very weak barrier between conventionality and jungle lust. In her mind, her son was being tortured by the burden of sexual need. She could stop it and she would. She would not permit her beloved son to be tortured by anything.
This had been a bad day for sex, anyhow. She was becoming more and more alive to her body, after so many months of being a sort of eunuch. She felt her son's warm breath on the most sensitive area of her breasts. It was such a maddening, demanding urge that she wondered why she shouldn't simply push a nipple into his mouth as she had he was a baby.
And then she shook with a long, gut-tightening surge of madness as she realized that he was sucking her already. Sucking with the terrible, begging power of the infant who craves milk, giving her a burst of pleasure that was, in actuality, a beloved pain. On days like this, both before and after her menstrual time, her breasts were heavy. She had heard that unmarried woman, giving their breasts to infants over and over, developed the capacity to produce milk in quantities. As her body lifted in silent urgency, her loins convulsed with the fuck-power of a mature woman starved for sexual love, she had a hectic flash of her mammary ducts cracking open, squirting mother's milk into the greedy mouth of a teenage baby.
And Donnie, suddenly frightened at his temerity, and feeling his hard cock pressing against his mother's-his own mother's, mind you!-thigh, let go the swollen titty he had been mauling, and said: "Oh, Mama, I couldn't help it! Mama, can I talk to you about-about sex?"
Her heart swelled almost to bursting. "You're worried about it?" she asked. Her voice was hot and hungry, but it was nothing to the blaze of cunt fever that made her ache in lovely anguish.
He was shocked that she responded as she did, for she was peeling his pajamas down as she had when he was tiny, and her hand was firm and warm on his cock, so gentle, so motherly, that he lost all sense of strangeness.
"I'm scared to, uh, you know, with girls," he whispered, as Kathy had told him to, and he was sent ripping into a new world of love as his mother's mouth came down on his, possessive, hot and full, her long tongue entering his mouth with ten times the ability to make him feel good that Kathy had. And a million times better than Nell. This was his Mom! And it was unbelievable, she was kissing him like the lover-mistress of all the world, and frigging his cock as if she had done it all his life.
"You talk to me plain and straight, Donald Mitchell," his mother said affectionately. "If you say 'fuck' at school, or with the boys, you don't think I'd want you to use some sissy word, do you? No way! This is your cock I'm holding. Your prick, your peter, your tool. And you know what I've got, down there between my legs!" Her voice was taut, but happy. "Say it, baby!"
He did more. He was about to cum, and said so. "I may shoot my, uh, jism all over you, Mama," he said. "I'm so hot! And when I think of that thing of yours-do you really want me to say that word, Mama? It just makes me hotter."
"Say it, baby," she insisted. "And get your baby hands on it. Stick your fingers in it. OOOOOHH!
RIGHT NOW!" she cried, and he crammed two of his fingers blindly between her thick, hairy cuntlips, sliding in immediately as her cuntal flow made her entry slick and greasy. "OH, GOD! SHOVE, BABY! OH, GOD! I'M CUMMING! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Her voice broke and became a moan.
He felt a wonderful pressure on his fingers, not a crushing nip, just an undulating, milking pressure. His mother's response had shaken him out of his sharp need to cum. He was just as hot as ever, but, now that he had actually seen his mother as a sexual being, had actually made her orgasm, he felt more equal.
She continued to moan a little, but she was smiling, and she felt a marvelous glow all through her. It would have been contrary to her nature to feel guilt. Now that she had gone this far, her heart told her that it was inevitable. When I sucked his sweet cock the other night, she said to herself, that's when it started. And maybe it had been working in her mind for a long time, longer than she would ever recognize.
She laughed and stretched and moved her beautiful body so that it faced him. Her smile was warm. "Now, we're friends. Not just mother and son. Do you want to kiss me, baby? Do you want to show me how a big son loves his mother?"
He felt triumphant yet humble. She was so much more than either of the women he had known, than either Nell or Kathy. He had one of her breasts in each hand, squeezing them, milking them. But her words seemed to pull him up, so that he could kiss her, long and sweetly, letting his tongue go deep into her mouth, the taste of which was like life itself. His cock throbbed harder.
"I want you to have me," his mother said. "I believe you've been trying to tell me you're afraid of girls. Or something more? Of disease?" She kissed him again. "Don't worry, Donnie. You've got me." And I've got you, she thought. Baby, maybe I'm the one who's being saved.
Ever since the other night, she had remembered the sweetness, the richness, of that one blast of his jism. That warm, thick mouthful of his wholesome semen, so marvelous on her tongue, on her taste buds. "Lie on your back, sweetie," she whispered. "I know you want to cum." She felt his balls gently, her breath hot.
Donnie, shaken by a mounting surge of excitement, offered his throbbing cock, lying on his back as his mother had directed. He felt something new, something apparently more expert than either Nell Hendricks or even his innovative little sister had given him. He raised his head to look, and saw that his mother had somehow shrugged out of her brief, sheer bed jacket, and that her titties swung down, making them look larger, and that her opulent rump, swung toward him enough so that he could see into the dark crack of her ass, seemed much larger, too.
She was holding his cock firmly, with the foreskin pulled back, and she was sucking, not licking, on the exposed under parts, the dark-red head, the veined, slick whiteness just below it. Sucking! Even in his state of control, the very idea made him quiver, brought a twinge to the invisible inside release switch which brought the load swirling up through his cock.
He saw a flash of bright red between the divisions of her cuntlips, almost totally concealed by her dark hair, and his mouth watered. "Please, Mama," he said. "Please. Could you get over me so I can see it? So I can see your-cunt?" He knew he was blushing, because he had truly found it difficult to choke out that lovely, forbidden word to his mother. But his heart leaped when she looked around at him with deep love and admiration.
"That's my boy," she said. "Say whatever you want. I love it! I love to hear you say 'cunt' and 'fuck' and 'cock'. Never be afraid to be honest!"
She was moving her body, kneeing sideways, and with each alternating movement of her knees, the thick, beautiful lips of her cunt slashed widely open. Her inner cuntlips were much darker than blonde Kathy's. Darker, even, he thought, than Nell's. And so juicy that droplets of her clear cuntal flow gathered in the tangled hair that, in any other position, would have been the top of her slit. His cock continued to throb, but he knew he would not spew his semen prematurely, even when that sweet, slippery opening of female cunt-flesh came down on his face, and he could ram his tongue into the cum-dripping hole which moved in slight, twitching movements as it settled just above his face.
In Betty Mitchell's heart, a great, sweet, human fire was burning. How wonderful and good it seemed to be breaking her long sexual fast with someone so dear, so close to her! These few minutes had seemed like hours, but the sweetest hours she had ever spent. The warm, hard cock in her hand had its own sweet odors and its savory zest; her throat contracted in anticipation of receiving its sensitive head against her tonsils, of eating its wild spurts of thick, protein cum. And her cunt, swollen with need and love, felt chilly as the air touched it. It was so hot!
"I'll let my old pussy down on you, baby dear," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and light. "You mustn't worry if mother jumps and makes a little noise! Remember," and she laughed shakily, "I haven't had this kind of joy for some time!"
He was dying to taste that red slash of hot meat that opened and dripped above him. She was close enough so that the chokingly rich smell enveloped him and made his taste buds hunger. He even licked the congealing drops off the hair, getting a raw bonfire of sexual joy at even this remote contact. Impatiently, he flung his strong young arms up over his mother's glorious ass, and either pulled her body down or his head up, for his mouth buried itself in the hotly flowing loveliness of the dark, slick cunt.
He tasted the gamy richness which comes from a hot woman who has worked hard for hours, and who, at intervals, has sat down to compress her fat cuntlips and hold in the native flow of cunt juice. His nose drew in the strong, mind-turning aromas of sweet membranous flesh rubbed against its kind, the beautiful, strong sourness that makes sex such joy to the strong-hearted.
"Baby, baby!" he heard a choking cry, and a richer run of the slick vaginal juice poured into his gulping mouth. The body that had borne him, the cunt that had sweetly absorbed his Dad's seed to make him, shuddered and moved back and forth so that he had to gulp air and then gulp pussy. Mom was cumming. "OH, GOD!" she screamed. "OH, GOD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" The soft, smooth flesh on the inside of her thighs was shaking as if the woman was having a chill, and she felt the deep sensitivity in her breasts as they bobbed up and down, and swept smoothly across her son's young belly.
She knew that she was giving him all of her cunt, that it was open and pouring and slickly rubbing up and down his face, for she felt the power of his tongue and of his suction. He would just have to breathe when he could, she thought, this was too maddeningly benign to stop. Her guts were gripping, her ass felt wide open, there was such a vast throbbing of sensation throughout her entire fuck-system that she was truly in another world.
And now, just as the deep heat that ran in waves out of her cunt began to slow down, she felt the hot, slick, wet lash of her boy's sperm strike the back of her throat. She had been going down on his cock like a hammering sleeve of sucking machinery, tuned to the violent rhythms of her own orgasm, and now she reaped the marvelous whirlwind of lust. My baby, she thought in a red haze of fuck-fever. My baby, shooting his blessed cum in my mouth!
So that she would not smother him as the vast orgasm rendered her bones into hot water, she rolled on her side, bringing her boy with her. She held the stem of his cock firmly by its base, directing the hot flow of his jism into her joyful mouth.
Under her tongue's base, against her gums, she swirled the hot love-juice, letting the big shots strike the back of her throat, swallowing as the big load warmed her gullet going down. The richness of it was like an old dream come true. It was like Joe's, and why not? He was Joe's boy, Joe's blood and flesh, just as he was hers. The same genes that had made him were in him, the same sperm that had grown in her womb now fed her hungers. And all the time, with his spurting seed enriching her mouth with its plenty, his loving lips and tongue were sucking and lapping up the hearty, rich-tasting essence that her own heartbeats pumped from her still cum-shocked cunt.
They lay for a long time after all the cum-fire had slowly drained out of them. In his young heart, Donnie was just a bit traumatized. What does a boy say when he disengages his mouth from his mother's pussy after he has made her cream so violently? But even the completeness of his long continued orgasm had not diminished the attraction that her full-lipped, warmly flowing pussy had for him. Her outer lips were full and fat, all the way down to her fuckhole. He knew that Nell Hendricks' cunt was lovely, enticing, fulfilling, great to fuck. But this, his mother's, was so different. So beautiful.
Some wild thought came to him that all cunts must be different, beautiful in their own individual ways, and with this strange quirk in his mind, he had a flash of insight about the girl at Dr. Gold's office, the red-haired Sharon. How soft and warm her hand had been on his cock. And how soft and warm her look had been when she came back to say: "Negative." How beautiful and soft her young, red-haired pussy would be! How tasty it would be after a hard day in that madhouse clinic!
"My gracious!" his beloved mother's voice came from down near his cock. "Look at my baby boy! Just shot his load into mama's mouth, and already it has a throb in it!"
She moved around and kissed him, still with a number of pearly-white drops of his thick cum at the corners of her mouth. She was running her tongue out and around, licking them up, and he giggled and said: "Here's one you missed, Mama!" and flicked up some on his finger, from her throat's tender skin. "Geez, Mama," he said as he touched there, "was I clear into you? It felt like something was squeezing me when you swallowed!"
He suddenly felt big and manly, equal to his mother, equal to anyone on earth. "You sure are beautiful," he said. "You sure came a lot! Wow, it tasted so good!" And his cock, still in his mother's tender hand, moved again with its own hot life.
Betty Mitchell laughed, sweeping her lips across the head and skin of her boy's organ. "Such a sweet, lovely peter," she murmured. "So hard and strong just a minute ago. Now it's soft and sweet!"
"Don't worry," he boasted, "it'll get hard again. Why," and he stopped short. He had been about to say: 'Kathy and I already did it twice this afternoon.' He was shaken by the near disaster.
"Don't be ashamed, baby," Betty whispered, kissing him again, fingering his swelling prick gently. "All boys masturbate. Jerk off, I guess you say. All girls, too," and she giggled, remembering the marvelous plastic prick that had kept her from going crazy with bottled desire, or from going on the town for whatever cock she could get. Wonderful thing! While she was most absorbed in sucking the jism out of Donnie's prick, and with the mind-bending feel of him sucking her, she could have sworn she heard, in some corner of her imagination, the metallic moan of that crazy imitation peter. And her own screams of fulfillment had drowned all other sound.
She tensed for a minute. Had they awakened Kathy? And then she thought, what if they had? This relationship could not be kept secret. Somehow, she would have to tell the girl that something was going on, something important to their lives. In a year or two, the girl would understand. Right now, she could only think of having this cock inside her, up her cunt.
She was hot again, not as crazy-hot as before, but hot. Hot with a feeling of satisfaction deep in her belly, but a satisfaction of joy, not of repletion. There was a feeling of fullness and warm comfort all through the lower part of her torso, from her navel to her asshole, from hip point to hip point. It made her writhe, and Donnie, his mind on that perfect cunt and how it would feel to his prick, said: "Mmmmm, Mama, this is better than anything I ever dreamed," and softly ran his hand between her thighs, up into the drooling, slick warmth of her cunt.
It was exactly what she wanted, more play, more closeness with her boy, and she nibbled at his ear, laughing, and said: "Play with me, baby! Play with Mama's big old fat cunt! Stick your fingers in me and feel all around!"
It was something very much like Nell Hendricks had told him to do, and even young Kathy had breathlessly asked for it, too.
He had a moment of wonder: Were all woman, all girls, born to be teachers of men? And then it was chased by the idea that women were asking for understanding, for men to learn the places where the most powerful of their good feelings were.
And then his hand was up to his mother's warmly lubricious pussy, and he had two fingers in her, feeling, pressing, joying in the hot slickness, the resilience that swims in the thick, sweet juices of a healthy cunt. His voice was hot and thick, too, as he said: "Oh, Geez, Mama, this is so sweet! So warm and nice. I love it! Oooooh! Did it ever taste good!"
She rolled him on his side and lifted both her knees, getting her heels back near her smooth, taut butt. "Look at it, honey," she urged. "Get up close so you can see what it's like. Mama wants you to know all about it, to have it always, any way you happen to want it. Oh! Oh! You touched me good, then! Try that same thing again!" Her breathing was faster, she bumped her ass up and down. "I think you hit my womb, baby. Did you feel something slick and hard? Feel it; there's a tiny little mouth in it. There! Mmmmmm! Ooooh, that's so good that it hurts!"
She was gripping the stem of his cock more strongly, now. It was swelling as he became more absorbed in his play inside her vagina, his eyes on the dense, sweetly fragrant bower of her dark cunt hair which was, around her slit, wet with cunt ooze and spit.
The deeppink inner surface of her outer lips was grained and sweet with the drenching her cunt-flow had given it. Her convoluted inner lips, slightly softened by her big cum, were again swelling as hot blood raced to them, showing in their surface veins. The throat-clogging richness of her cunt smell came up around the boy and his mother. He suddenly extended his unoccupied hand to grasp her distended breast.
"Donnie, my baby!" she groaned, as the deeply pleasing pain lanced from titty to belly to inner-cuntal nerves. "Oh, honey," and she held the weight of her breast toward him, "can you reach it? Will you suck it, real hard, like before?"
She let the fire of his vaginal massage answer the flash of heat from her mauled breast, closing her eyes to more deeply enjoy the wantonness of having made her son into a motherfucker. It was so old-fashioned and crazy, like she had imagined the Swiss Family Robinson must have solved their sex problems when she had first read that warm classic. Brothers and sisters, and Mother and Father, too, fucking on that magic island of fiction.
She felt the dark burst of a soft, new orgasm rise in her cunt, up near her womb. "Oh, baby!" she cried, holding Donnie's hand deep inside her, rubbing her lips and teeth over his arm. "It's cumming again! OHHHH! OH, SWEET BABY! FUCK IT INTO ME! GOOD! FUCK! FUCK ME! OHHHHhhhhh!" And she let herself go, so beautifully relaxed, feeling the cunt juice throb out of her around the fork of her son's hand. "I just love the things you do!" she cried rather wildly, lightheaded from the continued fuck-play. "Oh, you're so hard again! Look, Donnie, look!" And she jerked solidly up and down, half-crazed with the explosive heat in her belly.
The young boy, too, was glassy-eyed with the fullness, the completeness, of all these acts of passion. With Mrs. Hendricks, with his sister, there was some feeling of holding back, of being spectator as well as participant. Of being an actor in a play. But not now! Not in this total obsession with cunt and its beauty.
"I've got to fuck you!" he said huskily, forgetting that the woman was his mother, seeing her only as woman, as cunt.
When he released her smooth, heavy titty, he did so with a wrench, so that she screamed in happy agony, and he was rough and brutal as he held her knees apart and up, so that her pussy was cracked into a wetly, redly gleaming mass of writhing lips with the wiggly little hole at the bottom.
"I want to fuck you!" he repeated. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! You hear?" And she could see him kneeling above her, his cock hard and red-tipped, looking like some sort of weapon. He was better and fiercer than Joe had ever been. Not having as much cock, but, her hopeful mind told her, more desire.
"You're beautiful!" she cried in a full-throated paean of fuck-heat. "Beautiful! So great to fuck! My baby boy! Fuck me! Give it to me, Donnie! Fuck me!"
She was pleasantly crazed with heat and expectation as she saw his body move at her, saw him bend, saw his cock come near the begging hole that seemed to be pouring hot juice all down the crack of her ass. The boy had a fixed, lustful grin on his young face, like some ancient satyr in a Renaissance painting. But he had another treat for her.
She had her arms under and around her thighs, holding her knees back against her breasts. She could reach her twat with both hands, and she was unconsciously holding the lips of her cunt wide open. To her great joy, he stooped down and began sucking all around the outer surface of smooth flesh where the cunt hair ran out, licking up and down over the bare area where the great sinews stand out like cords. He was not touching her cunt, actually, but saluting it and making love to it with his tongue, just as he might, on other occasions, rub her sensitive skin with his hands. It was unbelievably wonderful and thoughtful for him to lave her tenderest outer skin with his tongue, to nibble at her with his teeth. She felt tears of joy and heat start.
"Stick it in me, Donnie," she gasped, finding it hard to get the words out, she was so hot. And he answered, looking up and grinning: "First, let me get it licked nice and clean, Mama! Oh, Mama, you're so fucking wonderful!"
Dimly and far away, he thought he heard the light whine of the electric cock, and heard his sister's subdued moans. Like his mother, he thought: Well, this is part of our family life, from now on. We've all got to know and accept.
And then, in one quick movement, he moved up and aimed his cock at the beautiful mass of slobbering, juice-dripping flesh, and his mother was fucking him and he was fucking her.
The feel of his hard young cock inside her cunt was magic, Betty Mitchell thought. Was it so much bigger than that fake cock? It wouldn't be. And yet, why was she getting that wonderful feeling of being stretched?
"You're deep in me, baby," she gasped. "Your cock's so hard! It's jammed clear to the end of my cunt? Can you feel it?"
He had his head down on her breasts, mashing them in rhythmic bounces as his body slammed against hers, driving his prick into her, pulling it out to ram it in again. It was fantastic-his Mom was as tight as Kathy! He felt the swollen nipple under his cheek and moved his face, opening his mouth to suck in the hard nubbin. It was beautiful, the softness of her titty-flesh, the grained hardness of its dark spire. Once more, knowing how a woman felt when her breast was really sucked hard, he tried to draw it clear back to his throat, feeling his teeth scrape the soft skin.
Immediately, he felt the surge of his mother's body. How great it seemed to him, only fourteen, never fucked until last week, and being able to learn so much, so soon. His mother's strong, perfect body bucked against him almost in desperation, and he heard her breath, hoarse and gasping.
"Oh, fuck me hard, baby!" she began to croon in husky tones. "Give me your cock, Donnie! Fuck it into me! Make me cum! OHHH! RAM IT, BABY, RAM IT! UP .MY CUNT! UP MY ASS!" She was going crazy with this wonderful feeling of cumming, of pouring out her fuck-juices, of feeling her thick inner lips peeling out, all red and swollen as the cock pumped in and out of her.
She suddenly collapsed, sweating and trembling, and Donnie clung to her, wondering if he had gone too far. His sister, Nell Hendricks, both were noisy and active, but neither was like this.
He looked up shyly, and saw his mother's loved face in a smile like that of the angels. He could feel the very light, very gentle swirl of cunt muscles around his achingly happy cock, and he moved his body involuntarily.
His mother's body responded at once, but weakly. "Oh, lover," she whispered, "you're so good! Such a neat, hard fuck! I love you so much! Do you want to squirt your hot cream into me now?" She pumped up with more assurance. "You feel so hard and throbbing, like you really need to cum!"
She got her hands around his slim, muscular buttocks and gently fondled his balls, wet with the slickness that he had pistoned out of her slobbery cunt. "They feel so sweet," she moaned. "How I'd love to have them in my mouth."
"Mom," he choked, "you can have me any way you want. Do anything you want. Do you really want to suck my balls? Here!" and he rolled away from her, his cock making a sucking noise as it slipped out of her tight, slippery sheath.
She clapped her hand over her aching twat and wailed in a wordless cry. But she smiled as he rolled over and got on his knees, his cute young ass opening, his young balls held tight against his hard cock with unexploded passion. He felt her face touch between his thighs, felt her warm breath on his ass, and then the vaguely warm, wetly beautiful feel of her mouth as she sucked his scrotum in against her gently laving tongue. He bent his head down and looked back, seeing it all, his mother's face, seeking like a nursing calf, her sweet mouth working with his ball-sac inside. He tried to move one hand back to grab her big, soft boobs, but unbalanced himself and fell on his side. It dragged his balls away from his Mom, who got up, smacking her lips.
Her ass looked gloriously full and large as she turned, on her hands and knees. She was so hot, her inner lips so engorged, that they held her furry outer lips open, and he could see the irregular red slash of streaming flesh buried in the hair. He got his face into that warmly fragrant bush and licked up and down in the sweetly pulsing lips, and his mother wagged her butt from side to side in happiness.
He got on his knees, wildly excited, and gripped her just above her lovely hips, rubbing his twitching cock into the pulpy heat of her open pussy. It was too easy, his cock went into her slick tightness at once, and in their dog-fashion position, he smacked into her cervix, getting a quick cry of pleasure from his Mom.
"Oh, golly, Mom," he gasped, looking down to see his dick, now a warm, rosy red, come out all covered with the shine of her cunt-slime, "I can see it all! Ohh, that feels so great! Ohhhh! Wiggle your butt a little, Mom!"
He hunched up hard and fast, like a dog who has at last gotten his red spear of a cock into a bitch's cunt. For some reason, he felt a sharper clasp, as if his mother's vagina were kinked, and he was straightening it out with his cock. He knew that his cock must be pressing up against his mother's bowels. Did it feel good, as it did with him when he stuck his finger up his ass in jerking off? He tried to pound up harder, and caught his breath. He was about to shoot his load of sperm.
Weakly, holding onto his control with all his might, he said: "Mama, I'm about to cum."
When she said, in her beautiful voice that held such love: "Go on, my dear. Shoot your cum into me!" he answered humbly: "But I want it to all go in you, not to run down my balls!"
His mother reached back between her strong thighs and got her thumb and finger around his prick and squeezed it. "I'll hold it," she said. "You won't cum. Just fall over sideways, and I'll do the same."
He was choking with hot interest as they performed this simple maneauver, and he was delighted at the result. Now, he was snugged up to his mother's ass, his cock buried in her. It was almost identical with his former position, but now he could lunge more freely, fuck deeper into that gorgeous Mama-cunt, feel her contractions in response, and not worry about falling over when he was at last struck by his orgasm. There was so much beauty in this joining, in seeing all of the rear beauties of his Mom's lush body, in feeling the gentle squeeze of her cuntal muscles, that he could have wept.
He began to pull out and push in, very gently, seeing the lining of his mother's twat come out as he pulled out, seeing it and a part of her inner lips go back iii when he shoved in.
Her cunt-nerves were raw with pleasure and with the unaccustomed insistence of a hard prick that really wanted to fuck her, a cock with a will of its own instead of that fake prick which only did her bidding, brought her release, and became a machine again. Each time Donnie sank his dick into her cunt, she groaned and her body trembled. Each time he withdrew it, the softly muscled, nerve-tight walls of her vagina clasped their gently oozing slickness around it, in a kiss of longing and joy.
There were drops of her plentiful cunt-ooze tickling their way through the wet bush of her cunthair, and her clit, inflamed and swollen with a need for release, seemed to bunch up and leap each time his inward lunge touched the hard little bud with his balls. She was shivering with need, her eyes closed, her mouth sagging open, spit drooling onto her sheets.
"Donnie," she whispered, "I have to cum again. Please get up close to me and hold my boobs. Squeeze them hard, will you? And when I start to cum, just stick it in and hold it tight against my womb! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, God!"
His mother's body seemed more agile this way than any other. The boy grabbed her as she had desired, and it was a glorious fulfillment for him, too. He could squeeze her beautiful, soft titties. And he could feel the soft, spongy wetness of her cuntlips pressing lovingly around the base of his cock.
But the best thing of all, now that he wasn't plunging into her so hard, he could feel the gentle, powerful suction of her cunt as it seemed to try to draw his cock all the way in. It was so gorgeous, so unbelievably fucky, that he gave up and began to cum, letting it all go, hard and deep, feeling his prick expand and then seem to burst, with all that milky-white jism out of his sight, out of his balls, out of his cock. He was fucking and he was being fucked. He felt the warmth of his own cum flooding around the head and stem of his cock, and knew that his mom was feeling the same warmth deep up her.
After the last hard, sweet throb was over, his mother's strong and lovely body pulled away from him slowly. She got up carefully, holding her thighs together, which also, of course, made a seal of her cuntlips. Smiling at the prone boy, she put one hand between her legs and opened them, letting the fuck-juice run out of her, into her palm.
She quickly changed hands, holding her treasure of male and female cum up to her lips, while her other hand went down to her furred crotch. Still with her smile fixed on Donnie, looking at him over the rim of her hand as she might look over the rim of a teacup, she darted her broad pink tongue into the tasty, rich fluid. She smacked her lips and closed her eyes to show her pleasure.
"Do you want some?" she asked. "It's half yours, you know."
He edged toward her, his face lit up. "Get over me and let me suck some out," he said. "I just want to feel your cunt on my face. To see it open up, to lick it a little." He shivered with lust. "If you're sure it's all right, Mama."
CHAPTER TEN
Betty Mitchell enjoyed the best night's sleep she had had in years. It was early for her when she went to sleep, with Donnie's head on her shoulder, his hand on her breast. But it was late for him, since it was a school night.
She woke up at seven-thirty, happy, fulfilled, a nice, warm flood of sensuality in all her cuntal parts, from the top of her slit to the slippery darkness of her vagina. It took her only a second to remember everything, and she remembered it with a deep maternal glow of love.
Donnie had gone and her bedroom door was shut. She heard the shower and got up softly.
Her sheer bed jacket was wadded up somewhere under the covers. It had been, somehow, soaked with cum-juice. She went to her top dresser drawer, beautiful in her smooth nudity, the untanned areas of her body luminescent in the light which filtered through the draperies. As she picked out a gown, she realized there was something missing from the drawer-her vibrator-cock.
She was stunned for only a second or two, and then a smile warmed her face. Kathy, of course. But how, or why, especially at this time?
She paused outside the bathroom door, dying to go in, share the fall of hot water with Donnie, feel his young cock harden as their bodies rubbed together. But she went into Kathy's room.
Her daughter was, she thought, unbelievably beautiful, lying with one lovely young leg out from under the sheets, her blonde-furred little pussy so fat and pink and inviting. The missing dildo was held in the child's relaxed fingers, and there was an overlay on it that dulled the human shine of the lifelike pink surface. Dried cum! It was so touching that Betty choked on tears of kinship. "Like mother, like daughter," she whispered in the silent room.
And it was then that she got her worst shock, for the girl sat up, opening her eyes, smiling, just before the look on that sweet young face turned to right. "I-I thought you were Donnie," the girl gasped, and then, looking down at her purposely bared belly, at the solid evidence given by the imitation prick in her hand, and the knowledge that what she said had exposed both her and her brother, Kathy burst out weeping.
And, of course, Betty understood it all, accepted it all as she had last night, even in the fire of her passion, and took her daughter in her arms. "It's all right, baby," she whispered fiercely, hugging Kathy so hard that the girl gasped. "It's all right, believe me! You mustn't be afraid of mother."
The girl clung to her mother, somehow swept into a sexual nirvana by the pressure of Betty's breasts and the warm assurance of the older woman's body. "We were only trying to help you, Mom!" she said between sobs. "Donnie got so scared for me. He knew I was, well, getting old enough to go out. He was so scared something bad would happen to me. And I told him-I told him-ohhh, Mom, I thought some guy might get you, and-oh! Oh! what can I say?"
In spite of the garbled message, Betty Mitchell understood it all, down to its last, least implication. She felt more than ever the warm, good feeling a passionate woman feels after a night of fucking and being fucked. The fact that it had come because she wanted to help her son, and he had wanted to protect his sister, and the woman-child had earnestly desired to bring the mother into the circle of protection made it sweeter, more perfect.
She looked through a mist of tears at the lovely little body with its recent maturity showing in nubile breasts, rounded thighs, and hair burgeoning on a fat little pussy. Holding the girl around her shoulders, she rubbed the smooth young belly, her fingers straying down to the top of the pink slit. She looked over her shoulder toward where Donnie was so blithely taking a bath, nodded, and stated rather than asked: "You and Donnie right?" And smiling, to show it was known, accepted, and all right.
The small, perfectly built little blonde snuggled against her mother's breast, her face blushing red. "We just started," Kathy said. "We never really, uh, did it, you know, the real thing, until yesterday. Honest, Mom!"
"I guess we've all had some growing up to do," Betty said matter-of-factly, although she felt anything but casual. Those wonderful kids! Burned and whipped by nature, fearful, worried, trying to do the right thing for each other, for herself.
They heard the bathroom door open, and Betty called: "In here, my dear! Kathy's room!"
There was less dismay in Donnie's face than Betty expected. She wondered why, and then she learned.
"You had to realize the Kathy would hear us," the boy said. "And I heard her, so I knew you must've heard her, too. Right?"
He didn't wait for an answer, but laughed and went on.
"I knew you'd figure out anything you didn't already guess. And old Kathy, there, she had to have that phony fuck-stick." He heaved a sigh and laughed. "So I knew you'd come in here and find her with it. How was it, Sis?"
The young girl made a face, still blushing. "Not bad, but not as good as the real thing," she said. She leaned against her mother and hid her face. "Oh, Mom, isn't it wonderful? Fucking, I mean! They say that Miss Ellen Lane teaches everything in that sex education class at Junior High. But she never has told the kids that it's the most wonderful feeling in the world!"
Betty hugged the girl and kissed her on the tip of her nose.
"I expect she knows that you kids'll find that out," she answered drily. "Not everyone's lucky enough to find out with their own brother, with someone they love. Or their own sister." She got up off the bed purposefully." Listen, you kids," she said, "you two go ahead and get your breakfasts and hike off to school. I got home early last night, but," and she grinned, "I didn't get all that much sleep. But come home before you start work, will you, Donnie? And pick up Kathy? I think we should talk."
Strangely, neither of the kids worried about the "talk".
"Mom's too great for her to be mean," Donna said.
His sister nodded. "Why were you calling her 'mama' last night?" the girl asked. "You used to call her 'mama' when you were just a little kid, didn't you?"
Donnie smiled. "I felt like a little kid," he said. "Wow! It was just so wonderful!"
He skipped a class and put-putted up to Brandeis Junior High to pick up his sister. She was excited and so was he.
Part of the trip home took them through an orange grove, and they rode into it, out of sight of the twisting road.
"Let me see your peter," Kathy said at once. "Wow! I knew it! I'm hot all over. I knew you'd have a hard-on!" She pumped it back and forth, and said: "Gee, I wish I had that thing in me, right this minute!"
And her brother said: "So do I, but let's see what Mom says. "I'll give you a cum, though, if you want!" He put his hand under her tiny mini skirt and got his fingers into her wet, hot little pussy, under the soaking strap of her panties.
She hung onto him, moaning, as he pumped his fingers softly in and out of her, finding her clit with his thumb, and she kissed him breathlessly, moaning as her clutching inner muscles signaled her joyous orgasm. She kissed him again, tenderly, tears in her eyes.
"You're the best brother in the world," she declared. "I feel great, like I can make home." She grinned and patted his cock.
Their mother was fresh out of the shower, her dark hair shiny and soft, her breasts bare. She hugged them both. "You wonderful kids," she whispered. "You're not scared, not embarrassed. God, I'm glad! It means you trust me; we're really a family!"
She, too, gave Donnie's cock a gentle rub through his soft jeans, and patted it with a smile. "So you didn't screw on the way home," she said. "Somehow, I knew you wouldn't."
"Buzzie gave me a fast cum on his finger," Kathy answered honestly. "I really needed it."
"All right, we've got to talk about us," Betty said. "Really, about Donnie. Between us, we'll be too much for him." She looked at Kathy's stricken expression, at Donnie's angry face, and said softly: "Donnie, you can still have me any time you want me, and I'm sure Kathy feels the same way. But two women like us, we'd be too much for any one man. We would. How long have you been fucking? And why did you go to Freddie Gold's clinic?"
Donnie looked helplessly at his mother, then at Kathy, and finally looked out the window. "I never had a woman until last week," he said. "It was the same day that Kath and I, uh, decided to help each other. It wasn't Kathy." The statement left his face flaming.
"It's all right," his mother said. "Totally, completely all right. And the clinic?"
My peter began to drip a little, just yesterday. I thought it was VD." He was standing close to Kathy, her arm around him.
"He's so neat," the girl said. "And brave." She kissed him. "As soon as that girl at Doctor Gold's checked him out, he came right home and did me. Fucked me, I mean. Said he wasn't going to let me run the risk of getting VD."
Donnie's mouth was open. "How'd you know about that girl, uh, checking me out?" he demanded. "She took right ahold of my cock," he said, and began to laugh. "I don't know who was most surprised, me or her."
"She must have liked it, or something," Kathy said. "She told her sister-she's in two of my classes-to tell me that you sure were cute." The girl turned to her mother anxiously. "But if we're too much for Donnie, what'll we do? That old dildo's all right if it's all there is. But a real one, it's so sweet!"
"One thing we do, we stop being scared to death," Betty said firmly. "I love you two, and you're very mature in your thinking. But you've been panicked by gossip. There are plenty of clean, decent boys-men, too," and she blushed, "who don't have clap. I know a man-why should I beat around the bush? It's George Baker. I like him, and he likes me. But Donnie, and she held out her arms to the boy, "I never could've gotten started without you! Without your courage and your concern for me. And your cock," and now it was her turn to blush.
"But what about me?" Kathy asked, but she looked merry, and was openly flirting with her brother. "If I can't get old Donnie to stick it into me, do I get the electric shaft?"
Her mother patted her on her firm, rounded little rump. "I think you already have some plans in mind," she said. "If you're any daughter of mine, you'll do all right!"
She looked at the clock on the wall and said: "Heavens! I'll be late for work!" And she began to dress.
Donnie smilingly let his young sister open his slacks, unzip them, and pull out his cock. It was warm and getting hard, and there was a delicious smell of hot cock and sweated foreskin as the young girl, bubbling with love and delight, skinned it back.
When they were both naked, and he held her in his arms on his wide bed, she opened her thighs and pumped up and down on his leg.
"I could hear everything you and Mom said last night," she said, her voice strained with the memory of lust. "My Golly, it was so hot! And I saw you-when she was over you, letting that cum drip into your mouth! Wow! It's enough to make me shoot it!"
He tenderly placed his hand over her soft, warm little cunt, and slowly pushed one finger into her pink and drooling slit. "Did you see what we did, just before? With me lying behind Mom?"
He was getting very hot, his breath hard and rasping.
Kathy suddenly buried her tongue in his mouth, her sweet lips covering his. "I saw it. And I rushed back to bed and jammed that vibrator up me until it hurt," she whispered. "I heard you tell Mom how tight she was. Is she any tighter than me?" She put her fingers over his mouth. "No, don't tell me," she said with a breathless laugh. "You know what I want us to do? I want you to lie on your back and let me fuck on top. Can I? Can I be the boy, just for once? Ooooh, I just feel like I'll cum the minute your dick starts into me. What then?"
Her brother laughed. "Slide on down and keep cumming, I guess," he chuckled. "Geez, I better suck you a little, sis. Get some spit on the outside, get some of that oil started up from inside. You might take the skin right off my prick!"
"So," the young girl said joyously, her lovely little face flushed under her damp yellow hair, "I am tight, aren't I? Oh, Donnie, lie down! Let me on you! Please! Hurry!"
He craned his neck up to watch in fascination as his baby sister held the fat flaps of her cunt wide open, aiming her hole at the nodding head of his cock. She was so hot that her cum juice, no doubt churned by his fingers and ride home on the sun-heated saddle of his motorbike, seemed frothy as it slid out of her softly moving fuckhole.
He let the head go in, holding his breath, and slowly lifted his loins as Kathy came down, groaning at the stretch in her still near-virginal cunt.
"OHHH! OH, BUZZIE!" she cried in a high, shrill voice. "What do I do? OHHHH!" and now her cry was a wild shriek. "Oh, FUCK ME HARD! KISS ME, BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
She had actually, as he had jokingly suggested, slid right down his prick, and she had not been prepared for the totality of his penetration, which her weight made possible. His cock was in her as far as it could possibly go, much farther than it had gone in the afternoon before.
"IT'S HURTING!" she shouted, her pink ass flailing up and down. "IT'S TOO MUCH!" and she rotated her hips until he could have cried from the pressure. "OH! OH! OH! OH, BUZZIE! I LOVE IT!" and she fell on him, shuddering, only to spring back as her clitoris, spasming crazily, seemed to explode again as her body weight pressed it against her brother, mashing it under the body cushion of her fat young cuntlips.
He tried to hold her, to kiss her, but she was like a crazy person, her body jerking with the riotous, uncontrollable joy of cumming on a hard, hot peter. In the meantime, the heat and slick tightness of her young cunt, and its involuntary muscle-nibbling on his sensitive cockhead, sent an anticipatory thrill of cum-lust quivering through his balls, his cock, even seeming to strike a pleasant pain deep in his rectum.
He was sweating and laughing and enjoying all the feelings and sights and sounds of his little sister's body plunging up and down in fuck-fever. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with the power of her orgasm. Her mouth was slack, the full underlip turned out to show its smooth, glandular looking inner surface, while clear, warm spit drooled out of it onto his chest.
Her breasts seemed swollen until they might burst, and her hard nipples, usually a deep pink, now were the color of blood. He even saw a long trail of spit or sweat, he did not know which, snailing down between her jiggling breasts, into her navel, and down into her bush of light yellow cunt hair.
His jism was shooting, now, pouring into her, just as her own orgasm was subsiding in shallow throbs, and she stopped moving except to raise her beautiful little rump up easily as the jets of his big load shot into her tight vagina. Her head was down on his chest, and she was holding him like a jockey guiding a thoroughbred, and he was sobbing broken cries as the floods of feeling went through his dick with each surge of semen.
He made no attempt to move her off him, enjoying the warm feel of her firm little titties mashed on his chest, the sweetness of her breath as it ranged down to normal, and the wet flow of their united cum-juices leaking out of Kathy's cunt and into the hair around his cock and balls. The young girl was still moving once in a while, like someone having an active dream, and her cuntal sheath was so short, so girlish, that her movements pressed the head of his cock on her cervix.
"You were wonderful," the girl whispered at last, and she was smiling. "What a wonderful brother! Like mom said, that goes for me-you can have me any time! I mean it, baby! Any time!"
He shook her, laughing. "Hey, what the heck! Mom's going out after a guy. You mean you're planning that, too?"
She pushed herself up and looked down at him, her face rosy with satisfied lust, happy with all that had happened. "You heard Mom," she said, giggling. "Like mother, like daughter!"
He put his hands on her rib cage, just under her beautiful little breasts, and gently fucked up and down. "I guess I got too scared, too quick, about nothing much," he frowned.
Kathy kissed him. "You didn't!" she said firmly. "You were right! So right, baby!" She kissed him and raised up again, letting her swollen little titties swing free. "Look how it turned out. How wonderful for me, how wonderful for mom! Oh!" and she shivered, the movement giving his dick a final little rub of love in the depths of her spilling pussy, "I just love everything about fucking! So hard, and still so sweet! And the sucking! Better than kissing! And more to come, Buzzie! More to come!"
He held her, laughing. "It turned out just as wonderful for me, too," he said. "But what's yet to come?"
She pulled up and away from him, then turned her body and sat down again, across his loins. He saw it all, the smooth symmetry of her rounded ass cheeks, the darkened crease between, the pink little asshole, bathed in her cunt-ooze and his sperm.
She waggled her lovely but and reached behind her to touch her puckered little rosebud of an anus. "Some day," she whispered, "some day, Buzzie, you're going to get all greased up and all heated up, and tired of my pussy-and then-POW! right up my asshole!"
She leaped nimbly off the bed, gurgling with laughter as he made a grab for her and only touched her titty. "We've got a lot to do," she said. "I want you to take me up by Doobey's. Or the Sugar Bowl."
"Hey, I know a guy, maybe two guys, you might like," Donnie said. If you want me to-you know, I could help you out! Help you get started."
She came back to the bedside and held his head against her sweated breasts, panting. "You sweet thing," she said, bending to run her tongue into his mouth, to press his hand on the flowing split in her fat, soft cuntlips. "You've taken care of me so good! So long! Let me try. I know two or three guys that would let me piss in their eyes, just to get to see where it comes from!" She laughed at his expression. "How do you like that expression?" she asked. "One of the guys is a junior at Santa Vaca State-he said that to me!"
She came out of the shower a moment later. "I ought to tell you something," she said. "You know Allie Reynolds? Down the street? Cute little kid?"
"Heck, yes," her brother snorted. "She can't be more than ten years old. What's she got to do with me? Heck, why she-wait a minute!" he cried. "She's a song leader for that Pop Warner football team up in Ocean Gardens, right?"
"No, right here in Del Rey," Kathy said. She was shivering with excitement. "I know you've got that other lady," she said. "I think I know who she is. A lady kind of like Mom. Don't worry, that's all I'll ever say. And maybe you want that redhead in the doctor's office. I wouldn't blame you! Wow! To get into a pussy with bright red hair!"
She waved her towel at him. "Let's shower together," she said. "We don't have to worry about Mom catching us."
Donnie got up. "What about that kid, Allie?" he said.
Kathy looked at him from under her long lashes and grinned. "I'm too old for you, hay?" she teased. "Listen, that little kid-she is just ten years old-she's got bigger boobs than I have. And she told Millie, that's the redhead's sister, the one that told me you were cute-are you following all this? She said she'd rather have you plug her cunt than any boy in the area!" She began to laugh like crazy. "That's exactly what the little kid said. She'd rather have you plug her cunt than anyone. She comes on strong, huh?"
"Like Gangbusters," Donnie agreed. "Can a kid that young get off! Really shoot a wad?" He was getting excited. "I'll bet she hasn't got a hair on her pussy, right?"
"Her sister told Mill that the cute little old thing has the biggest cuntlips in Del Rey-and not a hair! But she can cum like an automatic pistol, bang! bang! bang!" She coughed. "Never been screwed. Cums on her finger. Or just by holding her thighs together. Can you believe it?"
Donnie's cock had fattened. "Oh, wow! How'd it be to eat a cunt that was smooth like an egg, I wonder? Soft and slick inside and out! Crazy!" He thought of those thighs. He had seen them just a few days ago when he'd stopped to watch the Pop Warner kids at their football game. He had a flash of that perfect little body-Geez, she wasn't more than four feet tall!-the thighs so round and strong, just like a miniature woman, the ass a regular poem of callipygian fullness. But so tiny! His cock jumped. His sister noticed and laughed, taking hold of it.
"Come on," she said. "Lean against the wall." She got on her knees, holding his dick and looking up at him. "I don't want to suck you all the way off. I just want to get this good film of my cum and yours licked off. Okay?"
He looked down at her, so perfect, such a beautiful little body, such a loving nature. Her breasts were still swollen, the nipples taut. He knew it was because the thought of him "plugging a cunt" on a ten-year-old girl was exciting to her. He knew that her sweet little pussy that had fucked him so well just a few minutes before was opened by her position, and that some of his semen would be leaking out. Where her thighs joined her body, where they pressed together, he saw just that small handful of yellow cunthair, that below it was the humid slit that went down between the big lips, down to the drooling mouth of her wonderful, tight pussy.
He put his hands on his sister's sweat-dampened yellow head and began to pull her onto his cock in a rhythmic movement, fucking into her throat, feeling a quiver of bright lust in his sensitive cockhead. Not ready to cum, no way, not just now. But it felt so good, so warm and slick and nice as the young girl ran her talented tongue around his joyful peter. His own sister!
She was smiling as best she could with a cock hard and warm in her mouth. Her young body was responding to the rhythms of her brother, using her mouth-to fuck his cock just as she had used her gripping cunt only a little while ago. Her heart was beating. One of her heels was pressing into a very tender place alongside her quivering cunt. When Donnie came, and she knew he would, she would move her ass, her fiery twat, to get that quick, hard pressure of her naked heel in her pussy. I'll cum bigger than he will, she thought, and increased her suction, her tongue action.
Donnie was fucking into her like a machine. He couldn't stop and wouldn't have if he could. "Oh, baby," he groaned happily, "what a blowjob! You're the greatest! Can that little Allie suck? Oh, how'd you like for me to fuck her and suck you at the same time?"
He was talking for the pleasure of it, the hard, bright images of fucking a bald little cunt and sucking another increasing the itch and the pressure in his genitals. He would shoot a big load in his sister's sweet mouth.
"I'm going to shoot a lot of my cream into you, sis," he said raggedly. "Then we'll shower and get that little kid up here and fuck her! It won't be too much for me. I don't care what Mama says!"
The girl felt his cock throb, felt a warm shot of wetness go slickly against her tonsils. She moved her ass, and her heel slid into the hot mouth of her spasming cunt.
She screamed wildly. Noiselessly, too, for her mouth was full of her brother's hard young cock. But she sucked and let the vibrations of her muted screams tickle his spurting cock and bring the hot cream into her mouth.
She heard his voice as he fucked into her head, as she hung on for dear life to his bucking loins.
"Oh, God, Sis! "Oh, baby, you're so great! SUCK IT! THAT'S IT! GET IT ALL, BABY! GET IT ALL!"
Their hearts pounded with love as his jism throbbed out in dying streaks, trickling across her tongue, down her throat. Two large drops squeezed out of her full cheeks, one at each corner of her young mouth, down her smooth chin. She felt that she would never know a lovelier moment in her life.
