"Oh, Harrison, stop that. You are ever so wicked," the giggling blonde woman moaned as Harrison Canfield started to drip small drops of water over her hard red nipples. As she wiggled, the water in the bathtub they were sharing rippled with small waves, and Harrison's cock throbbed as he watched the water move up her belly.
"My dear, water is where it's at," he said to her.
"Nonsense," Vickie, the blonde woman said, and she reached for Harrison's semi-hard cock that was floating in the water. She started to stroke the shaft, pulling and tugging with the hopes that he would get hard soon.
Harrison closed his eyes and moaned as he felt the pleasure rising in his dick. It was even better because his cock was under the warm water, and the water gave him such a tingly feeling that was better than anything else he had ever experienced in his life. But still, he knew there was one other thing that would turn him on like crazy, and since Vickie had gone along with him this far, he had no doubt in his mind that she would go even one step further.
Just to make sure, he slid his hand down her flat white belly, rested it on her luscious blonde pussy hair and then started to slide some fingers into her dripping wet cunt lips. She moaned, then lay back even more in the large sunken bathtub.
Harrison licked his lips as he watched the big-titted blonde beauty close her eyes and get into the feeling of his sensational finger-fuck. He knew that the rush of water in her cunt was probably making her clit tingle more than a clit usually would, and as soon as he touched it she started to spasm like crazy.
"Oh, Harrison, baby, I'm coming," she moaned, but he knew that without her even saying a word. He could feel her juices dripping on his fingers.
Quickly, Harrison reached for the enema bag that he kept hanging on the shower head above the tub. He pulled the bag under the water and he could hear air bubbles escaping as his rubber weapon started to fill. Vickie was so lost in the orgasm that she hardly even knew what he was doing.
But when the bag was full enough, Harrison started to change Vickie's position in the tub. He pulled her legs up so they were hanging over the side, then kept pulling until her cunt and ass were out of the water, too. He shoved the enema nozzle up her asshole and the water was flowing in before she even had a chance to open her eyes.
She opened her mouth to let out a scream and Harrison quickly raised his hand, threatening to slap her.
"Now you'll feel what water can really be like," he said.
CHAPTER ONE
"This is a really nice place you've got here," Richard White said to Janie Canfield as he squeezed her hand and was led through the rest of the fabulous house. "And I can't believe how many fucking bathrooms there are."
"Oh, well, Daddy believes in cleanliness," Janie said to him, smiling and brushing a strand of long red hair out of her face. "My mother was a cleanliness nut when she was alive, too. I guess that's why they got along together so well."
She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Janie had only met Richard that afternoon in school. He had just been transferred when his parents had decided to move out to the Island, and Janie had been able to sense how uncomfortable Richard had been when the teacher had introduced him to the rest of the class.
Janie could very well understand his discomfort. After all, she had been living on the Island all her life and she had gone to Public School and Junior High, and now to High School, with all the same kids. Richard was a newcomer and she knew how hard it was for newcomers-to fit in.
So, when she saw him making eyes at her in the cafeteria, and liked what she saw, she had decided to invite him over after school. There was something about his soft brown hair and his strong chest that had appealed to her also.
"Do you have a pool in this place, too?"
"Yes," she said. "But we don't use it at this time of year. Soon daddy will decide to clean it out. Anyway, we don't really need it. Upstairs in my father's bedroom is the biggest bathtub that you ever saw. It's almost like a swimming pool in size, only not as deep.
Sometimes I go in there to take long swimming baths."
"Wow, I wanna see it," Richard said.
Janie started to run down the hall and he followed her. As he did, Richard White couldn't help but notice the fine curves of her tight ass, encased in jeans that looked like they could have been painted on. He licked his lips in anticipation, hoping that Janie was not a cock-teaser. After all, he thought, she had come on to him at school, and being from Brooklyn, he was not used to having a girl come on unless she was planning to go all the way.
He followed Janie into her father's room, a immense wall-to-wall carpeted room with a terrace and a huge canopied bed, then into the bathroom. He gasped. The bathroom was twice the size of his new bedroom at home, and he had thought that his bedroom was pretty enormous. He saw her sitting down by the pool-sized tub and dangling her feet over the edge. The only thing missing, he thought, was the water.
Richard sat down beside Janie and he put his arm around her.
"You know something. I was so happy when you came over and said hello to me in school today. I was pretty lonely. Most of the kids seem to have their sets of friends already, but you were willing to make a new friend."
She smiled at him, and her face glowed. He let his eyes wander down to her large tits, sitting firm on her chest, tightly covered with a T-shirt. He could tell that she was wearing no bra, and her nipples were sticking out quite prominently.
"Hey, there is one thing that I've been meaning to ask you. About the kids around here in general, that is. Are most of the kids at this school into high morals? Or old morals? Or ... oh, I don't even know what I mean."
"I do. Do you mean, do most of the kids fuck around?"
"Yes, that's it. I know that at my old school, they could have done great business if they opened up a condom shop and an abortion clinic instead of the gym."
"Aha," Janie said, moving her hand to his hair and brushing her fingers through it. "I see those Brooklyn people know how to live."
He smiled. As far as he was concerned, that was a good enough sign telling him that she was into fucking as much as the next person.
"Anyone else home?" he asked her.
"No," she said. "Dick, my brother, is on the baseball team so he practices all the time after school. And my father works. And there's only me. There used to be my mother, too, but she died a few years ago. And since we are alone, I have the most wonderful, terrific idea."
"What?" he asked, eagerly. "Let's take a bath."
"You're kidding."
"No, I'm not. The bathtub is quite big. Big enough for at least ten people. There's only two of us. It would be fun, don't you think. And then, we can see what happens afterwards. After the bath, I mean."
Richard couldn't believe it. This Janie Canfield was sure something of a hot number, he thought. He watched as she stood up and then reached around her waist to start pulling her T-shirt over her head. He watched her large, firm tits bounce up and down and then come to a firm rest on her chest.
Her nipples were like two of the sweetest and reddest cherries he had ever laid eyes on. They didn't look like they were fully hard, but Richard was quite sure that he would be able to do something about that.
Janie opened the snap of her jeans and began to peel them down her legs, showing Richard how really tight they were to begin with. She looped her fingers into the elastic waistband of her white panties and yanked them off, too.
The young boy tried not to gasp when he saw her naked red-haired pussy patch, even though it had to be the most beautiful pussy patch he had ever laid eyes on. He was sure that she had trimmed the hair a little because the shape was perfectly triangular.
"Well," she said to him, hopping down in the tub and reaching for the water spigots, "what the hell are you waiting for? You know that if I make it too hot, the way I usually do, and then you jump in, you might burn something. So you might as well get into the tub while it's filling."
The water was pouring out of the faucet now, full-force, and Richard watched as Janie sat down. Seeing the water level rise around her creamy white thighs was quite appealing, and he moved his hands to his shirt and began to rip open the buttons.
Janie kept her eyes on him the whole time. If there was anything that she loved to do the most, it was taking a bath with a boy. She knew that it was probably because of the way her mother used to bathe her and her brother together. Then, when Dick got older, their mother stopped bathing them together.
She knew why, of course. She had walked into her brother's room one day when he was naked, many months later after the last bath together. She had seen the full patch of blond hair that had grown in around his cock, and there was even something bigger and thicker to his organ in its limp state. His balls looked like they had dropped a little, too, hanging lower in the sack.
"So that's why mother doesn't want us to bathe together anymore," she had said to him, being a very intelligent girl. "You're reaching sexual maturity and she thinks that something will happen between us."
"That's right," Dick had said to her, smiling.
Janie smiled now as she looked at the thick curls of brown hair on Richard's chest. Somehow, he hadn't looked like a hairy person to her when she had first seen him, but she didn't care. She loved running her fingers through curly chest hair.
Richard winked at her as he moved his hand to his belt buckle and then opened his fly. He dropped his pants around his knees, and Janie could tell just by looking at his underwear that he had a hard-on.
He hesitated before taking off his underwear, and he didn't until she said something.
"Come on, Richard, it's filling up. You don't have to be embarrassed about your hard-on. I know what one looks like."
As soon as she said that, the hesitation left him and he pulled his underwear down fast. His cock slapped up, hitting him in the belly, then came to a pointing rest, sticking straight out toward her.
Richard hopped down into the water, which, by this time, came up to his ankles, and then he sat down beside her. He brushed his hairy leg against hers and felt a tingle running through his body.
"Do you know what I usually do when I'm in the tub at home?" he asked her.
"What?"
"I usually smoke a joint. I love to sit back and get high. You can really feel the change in the water. Sometimes, I imagine that I'm still an embryo floating in my watery embryo fluid."
"That's far-out," she said to him, and she rubbed his leg but didn't move her hand anywhere near his hard cock. "Do you have any smoke?"
"In my pants," he said, standing up again and reaching over. "God, I'm glad that I didn't get my hands wet yet."
Janie looked at his smooth white, buttocks as he reached over for his pants. She loved men's asses, and she licked her lips as she watched his.
Richard put the joint in his mouth, lit it and started to toke, then turned around to face her. When he stood, while she sat, his cock was just about the same height of her mouth. He moved closer to her, still standing, hoping that she might make the first move and lick his stiff dick.
However, she didn't make any move, even though he was brushing his cock against her face, pretending to do it accidently.
"You'll have to hold that joint to my lips," she said. "My hands are too wet and I don't want to get it wet."
Richard took hold of his cock and guided it to her lips, but she turned her mouth away and she started to laugh a little bit.
"Not that joint, Richard," she said. "The other one. The one that you're smoking. I wanna get high, too, you know."
He laughed a little too, just to hide his embarrassment, then held the burning joint to her lips. She took a few tokes and inhaled deeply, but before he pulled his hand away, she ran her tongue over one of his fingers. He could feel a tingling sensation running through his entire body when she did that.
Richard continued to stand while she sat, and he was facing her the whole time so that she would see what was happening with his hard cock. However, she didn't seem to be making any kind of move to satisfy him.
He did still hold the joint up to her lips every so often, after he would toke, just to get her higher. Richard knew that this new gold pot he had just gotten was terrific for heightening a sex drive, and if her sex drives rose it would be much better for him. The thought of it made his cock throb, and if she saw it, she paid no attention to it.
When the joint was finally smoked, and the tub was almost full so that the water was up to Janie's tits, almost hiding the nipples, Richard finally sunk down and sat, feeling the warm porcelain against his buttocks.
Even when he sat, his hard cock stood staight up, and his mushroom-like red cock head was sticking up above the water line.
Janie looked at it, then reached over and cupped it with her open palm, pushing down on it like it was some large bell that she was pressing.
"Beep, beep," she said, smiling, and as she leaned forward Richard could see just how large her tits were. They were hanging in the water so he could pretty much see the fullness of the fleshy mounds, but the nipples were under water level.
When she touched him, however, he felt such a great thrill that he instinctively thrust his ass up off the tub bottom and moaned.
"Oh, hey, Janie, that felt so great."
He moved his hand to her head and ran it down her long red hair, all the way down her back and let it rest on her wet, underwater ass. He squeezed her buttock lightly, then felt her press on his cock head again. When she accidently pushed his cock under the water level, she grasped his shaft with her other hand and held him up firmly so that only the cock head was sticking up again. Then she continued to press him.
"Beep, beep," she said, over and over again.
The game was kind of fun, Richard thought, but he was getting hotter and hotter by the second. As far as he was concerned, he had had enough of this childishness, He was ready to massage her cunt, get her hot and then slide his aching rod into her. Of course, he was thinking that it would even be nice to get his rod sucked first.
But this 'beep beep' bit was getting to be bullshit.
Slowly, he ran his hand from her buttock, over her thigh, and then over her matted soaked pussy patch. She didn't say anything to him right away, so he thought that it would be fine to proceed, full-steam ahead. His searching fingers inched their way down to her wet cunt lips. Whether she was wet from the tub or anticipation, he couldn't tell. Still, her lips were parted slightly, and he massaged them a little more.
She continued to beep his cock, and he couldn't figure out if she was massaging his shaft or not. Every so often, her hand would wander up and down, but it seemed like she was doing it, not to bring him pleasure, but to get a better grip on him.
The next step was done even more slowly. He started to slide his fingers into her pussy, first one, and then a second. She was definitely wet inside, and it was a creamy kind of wetness. Richard's cock throbbed even more.
And then, suddenly, out of the blue, she clamped her legs shut.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing," she said. "You can't do that."
"What?" he asked, pulling out his fingers before she crushed them with the strength of her strong thighs.
"You can't do that. Not now. Not yet. I want you to buzz my buzzers while I beep your beeper."
"What?" he asked again, and she sat up so that her tits were sticking up above the water lever. He could see that her nipples, bright and red, seemed stiffer than they had been before, a sign that he could only take as being good.
"My buzzers," she said to him. "You're supposed to beep them."
She was talking about her nipples, he soon came to realize.
There was nothing that he would have liked more, so he opened his two palms wide and then planted them firmly over her tits, covering both of her hard rubbery nipples. He began to press his hand against her tits.
"But you're not saying it," she said, then moved her hand back to his raised cock head and pressed. "Beep, beep."
"Buzz, buzz," he said, and for some reason, he was beginning to feel like a real idiot. There was one thing he had decided for certain, by now. Since he was playing along with her crazy, but stimulating games, he was going to make sure that she went all the way with him.
He was not going to let her keep him from fucking her! Not after this.
Although he had to admit that there was something incredible about the way his cock was feeling. At one point, she let her hands wander down to his floating hairy balls and she grabbed the sack firmly in her hand and started to pull on it.
"Ding dong," she said, and he groaned with pain.
This continued for a while, and the words were running through Richard's stoned mind again and again.
"Beep beep. Buzz buzz. Ding dong."
Richard could feel the urge swelling in his balls. He was willing to settle for her sucking him off fast. He moved one nipple-pressing hand to her head and began to push her mouth toward his cock, slowly.
At first, she offered no resistance, and he trembled as her lips moved closer and closer to his cock. He could feel her hot exhaling breath all over the tip of his dick, and it was the most incredible feeling because of all surrounding circumstances.
First, his shaft was under water, surrounded by warmth. Second, his cock head (the only part of his dick above water surface) was wet anyway because of the way she had been touching him. There was something cool about the natural breeze blowing over the cock head. And then, there was her warm breath.
He shivered as he anticipated the feeling of her warm mouth. But suddenly, just as she was about to touch him, she pulled back.
"Can't do that," she said to him.
"What do you mean you can't do that?" he asked, and he felt her pulling her hand away from his shaft and moving away a little so his hand was no longer touching her body. There was only a pool of water between them.
"I want to swim first," she said. "I feel like swimming."
Richard placed his hand around his shaft and he rubbed his aching cock, just to keep up the stimulation. He watched as Janie started to swim across the short length of the bathtub, and then back toward him. As she was kicking off the wall again he grabbed her foot, and he watched as her head submerged underwater.
She started to kick at him, and he swam over, let go of her foot and grabbed her in his arms. He pressed his hot body against her so that she could feel his pulsing cock, and then, as they rose to the surface, he placed his lips on hers and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
Now, he was so horny, that he would settle for a hand job, and he was glad that the pool-bath was so shallow that they could stand. When he was sure that she was standing, he reached for her hand, the kiss still continuing, and he directed it toward his cock. He placed her hand around his dick and squeezed it, then started to run it back and forth, over his swollen shaft.
Since it was kind of hard to get her to move her hand, he just made sure that she kept it squeezed around his cock. He started to thrust his hips back and forth on his own, fucking her clenched palm.
But she was trying to fight him, he could tell. She was trying to pull back from the kiss, and when she did, she pushed him in the chest and he fell backwards. His hand let go of hers and her hand let go of his cock, and Richard splashed back into the water, landing on his ass.
Janie started to laugh, and since she was still standing he could see her large melon-like tits bouncing up and down. She put her hand over her mouth to try and stifle her giggles, but she was just too loud.
Richard was absolutely furious. He stood up, put his hands on his hips and walked over to her. He pulled his hand back and was just about to get ready to slap her when she spoke.
"Don't you dare slap me, Richard White. Don't you dare lay a finger on me!"
"What?" he asked. "What the hell are you talking about? First you invite me up here and ask me to take a bath. Then you start playing with my cock and even go along with some of the heavy erotic foreplay games. Then you call it quits?"
"I never said that I would fuck you. In fact, you never asked me."
"Will you fuck me?" he asked, desperately.
"No, Richard White, I will not," she said. "Although I like you a great deal and the sight of your naked body is quite stimulating, almost to the point where I would give in, I don'-t fuck boys on a first date."
"What? What the fuck does that mean?"
"I asked you to take a bath because I love baths, especially this one. I also told you that some people around here do have morals, not like Brooklyn kids."
"But you said that Brooklyn kids know how to live, and I assumed that meant you liked the idea of sex."
"Oh, I do, I do. But I do have some morals. If you want to know, as I can see by the look on your face, no, I'm not a virgin. I'm not all that experienced, either, but I am not a virgin. And I do not fuck on a first date."
"You're a goddamn cock-tease," he said to her.
He was stroking his cock back and forth, and feeling such an urge for release that he was ready to kill her.
"I am not," she said. "Look, I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression. I'm sorry you have such an urge. If you want to jerk-off, I'll be happy to watch."
"No," he said.
"Then if you want, you can ask me out on another date. I know that I'd go to sleep with you then. It's just that, I'd feel bad about doing it this time, and in my father's bathtub. No, this isn't the right place."
What could he do? If he tried anything, she could start screaming. And if anyone came, he knew that he would be accused of rape. She could really get him into trouble if he took her against her will.
Janie started to climb out of the tub, and when he saw her tight ass as she climbed up the small ladder, he licked his lips. Richard was more determined than ever. He had won over resisting girls before, and they weren't even half as good-looking as this redheaded bombshell. She was worth fighting for.
Janie turned to look at him as she toweled herself off, paying careful attention to her tits. She seemed to be getting off on touching them with the soft towel.
"Aren't you going to come out and dry off?" she asked him.
"I guess so," he said to her. "There's no sense in doing anything else."
As he climbed out, his hard cock still bobbing in the air, she handed him a towel. Richard started to check out the large, ornate bathroom as he toweled himself. He loved the way all the walls and ceiling were mirrored. Suddenly, as he looked over at the bathroom door, he saw something hanging there.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he walked over and touched it.
It was a black rubber wet suit, he noticed, and it was certainly cut for a woman's figure. He could see where two large holes had been cut out for a woman's tits to stick through, and where the bottom was cut for her cunt and ass.
"What the hell is this?" he asked her.
As he looked at the sleeves of the suit, he noticed something else. There were small rubber loops at each end, and he looked around the room again. He was smart enough to realize that her father was into some kind of sexy water scene, and he had read about things like that. Surely, there was a hook somewhere. A hook that would clamp through those rubber loops and hold the wearer captive.
"What's what?" Janie asked', and she dropped her towel.
Richard pulled the suit off the door and handed it to her. As he did, he noticed something else. There was an enema bag under the suit. But he wasn't concerned with that right now. He was still looking for the hook.
"This is the strangest thing," he said to her.
"It certainly is," Janie said. "It's like a skin-diver's uniform, only, well, I guess only certain skin-divers can wear it. I mean, you wouldn't want to be seen at the beach with something like this. It certainly doesn't hide much."
"That's the idea," he said, and he suddenly had a wonderful thought. "Hey, Janie, would you do me a favor? Would you try this on for me?"
"What? Why? What for?"
"Well, I do want to take you out again. I do like you. But I think what you did to me today was a wicked thing to do, really. Leading me on. I just think that you'll look even hotter in this and I want to see what you'll look like."
She looked at him and then shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay," she said. "I'll do it."
He watched as she lifted her leg and slid it into the wet suit. He could tell how tight it was just from the struggle that she had to pull it up her leg and thigh, but once she had one leg in, she managed to get the other, too. Then she pulled it up her waist and began to slide her arms into the sleeves. After that, she pulled the other sleeve on and she looked dynamite, decked in black rubber with only her tits and cunt sticking out.
"Let me zip it up the back to make it look hotter," he said to her, and she turned around. Her two ass cheeks looked divine.
As Richard reached for the zipper, he noticed something. There was a small hook clamp on the back of the rubber suit. He suddenly knew where the arms hooks clamped to, and he smiled. He started to fumble with the zipper, purposely, and it didn't take long for her to realize he was having trouble.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm having trouble with the zipper," he said to her. "See if you can reach behind you and help me with it."
She couldn't have reached more in a better way. She swung her arms over and up her back, rather than down from her shoulders which would have been awkward. As she pulled them both up to the middle of her back, trying to find where the zipper was, Richard grabbed the loops of the sleeves and then clamped them to the snap.
Janie wasn't aware of it until she heard the small click, and she was even more aware of it when he reached for the zipper himself and slid it up. Now she knew that he had lied about it being stuck, but when she tried to pull at her arms and felt that they wouldn't move, she knew she was trapped.
"Richard, what do you think you're doing?" she asked him.
He turned her around and then licked his lips. If she looked hot before, she looked even hotter now. Her two tits were getting red, either from fear or anticipation, and her cunt mound looked raised and ready for action.
"Consider the bath our first date. Now we're into the second."
"Richard, please, I have my standards," she said. "And if you try anything, I swear to you that I'll scream and the neighbors will come running."
He thought about that for a second, then grabbed her and started to drag her over to the large stall shower in the bathroom. He pushed her in, stepped in himself, then closed the door. He reached over and turned on the water, then felt it spraying down. It took only a few seconds for him to find the right water temperature, but once it was going full force, he leered at her.
"Try yelling over that," he said to her, and then he moved closer, making her back against the tile wall. He pressed his body against hers and then kissed her as he began to rotate his cock.
He was pressing his dick against her pussy patch, and he could feel a warm comfort in her cunt hairs. He pressed his hairy chest against her tits and he could feel her nipples throbbing. He pressed his mouth against hers, and he could taste her sweet breath.
And added to all that pleasure, was the pleasure of the feeling of rubber and water. It was all something new that he was discovering.
Plus, there was even something else.
The girl was bound. There was nothing that she could do to stop him from doing anything he wanted to do. He could beat her or kiss her. He could even give her an enema, he thought, for he remembered the bag hanging on the back of the door.
But the wet suit and the restraint, he decided, was quite enough for the time being. After all, he thought, she might turn out to be the best lay, and if he could prove himself a good lover, they might be able to get something together. He didn't want to blow it all with an enema. That would come the next time.
As he kissed her, he could feel her giving in. She was beginning to move her hips on her own, and he could actually smell her sweet pussy scent. He knew he had to have a good taste of her, so he slowly sunk to his knees. He could feel the warm shower hitting his ass as he moved his mouth to her cunt.
He started to lick her wet pussy hair, which was already tasting of salty sweat. But he had wanted that red-haired cunt for so long, that he decided there was no use putting it off. He moved his mouth to her cunt lips.
"Oh, please don't, Richard, please don't," she said to him.
But he knew that she was loving it all because she was breathing so heavily. He started to run his tongue over her cunt lips, and then he pushed it into her steaming box. He could taste her juicy flavor already as his tongue flicked in and out of her. Her knees began to buckle, and he could feel her sinking a little, so her pressed his shoulders under her sagging knees for support.
Then he moved his hands up to her two large tits and began to massage them between his fingers. He pulled and twisted at her nipples, but never hard enough to cause any pain. He knew the difference between a pleasure moan and a pained one.
But he was concentrating on eating her pussy more than anything else. His tongue had searched out her hard clit and he started to wiggle it back and forth.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "oh, Richard."
That was a good sign at least, he thought. She had stopped telling him to stop. She was getting into it, whether she wanted to or not. Her pussy was creaming like crazy now and he could feel the fierce spasms around his thrusting tongue.
"Mmm," he moaned, just to let her know that he was enjoying her cunt flavor.
He pinched her tits a little bit more and he could actually feel her sweating. Then, when she began to thrust her ass back and forth, feeding her cunt to his face, he knew that he had gotten her to go along with anything that he wanted. He knew that once her cunt was hot, it just took control.
His tongue moved back to her clit and he started to lick it again. He was amazed at the way her cunt wouldn't stop spasming for a second, and he realized that she must have been in the midst of a whopper of an orgasm.
But his cock was aching to be sucked now, and so he decided that he was going to cut his cunt-licking short. He stopped licking her clit and concentrated on licking the secreted juice from her cunt walls. Slowly, the spasming began to subside, and he pulled his tongue out of her cunt and licked his way up the rubber suit to her tits.
He had to admit to himself that the rubber had a pretty nice taste, but when he took the cherry-red nipples into his mouth, he knew that they tasted even better. As he licked her nipples, he pressed his cock against her cunt once move.
Then he kissed her on the lips so she could taste herself.
After that long, tongue-probing kiss, he couldn't stand it any longer. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to push her down to her knees. She couldn't do anything to stop him, even though he could see her struggling effortlessly to pull herself free of the confining wet suit.
When she was on her knees, he started to rub his cock over her lips.
"Come on, Janie, baby, open that clenched mouth and taste me."
"Please," she said, turning her head so his cock was hitting her cheek. "Please, Richard, I don't want to do this."
"Janie, you know that I satisfied you. And you worked me up to begin with. So now you're going to have to do something about working me down."
He rubbed his cock head over her sweet lips again, then reached for her jaw and yanked it open. He slammed his cock into her mouth before she had a chance to close it again, and just hoped that she wouldn't bite him.
She didn't. Instead, she started to suck the minute his pole slid between her lips, and he could feel her getting her tongue action going, too.
She was flicking her tongue against the piss slit of his cock, and he was in heaven. He grabbed her hair with one hand, grabbed his balls with the other, then started to guide his cock in and out of her mouth slowly.
He knew that she had to be loving it, especially by the amount of saliva that was beginning to coat his dick each time he pulled out. She was also moaning loud by now and sucking like a fucking vacuum cleaner that had been turned on super-high.
"Oh, Jesus, Janie, Jesus fucking Christ, if you don't have the most sensational mouth of any girl I've ever met. Oh, Christ, suck that cock, baby, suck it."
His words were getting her hotter, he could tell, because she was following orders to a T. Of course, he thought, it might have been because he had helped her a little. She no longer had to struggle with moving her head back and forth over his cock pole. Instead, he was just holding her head steady and he was doing the thrusting. Perhaps she might have thought that he was doing it to make things easier for him, which was true. But the real reason Richard was doing his own thrusting was because he liked to set the pace, and he knew when he was on the rise and when to speed up.
He could feel his hot balls churning as he squeezed them, and he looked down at her. Her eyes were open and she was looking up at him.
He could tell how much she loved it by the way she was looking at him. It was almost as if her eyes were asking him if she was doing it okay, and he just smiled, then winked at her, then closed his eyes to concentrate on his cock.
When his cock was being sucked, that was all he liked to concentrate on because it was the heart of his pleasure.
Suddenly, he could feel his dick pulsating in her mouth.
He knew that she felt it, too, for now, even though he was still holding her head, she was trying to move it just as fast as he was moving his cock. He thought it was great that she had the ability to sense when a man was ready to come.
She could probably sense the tension in his shaft, he thought, just as he started to spew his seed into her mouth. The first ejaculation landed all the way in back of her throat, but she pulled her head back and started to suck on his cock head as hard as she could. He could feel her tongue working over his red cock head and the pleasure sensations were more intense than anything he had felt in the longest time.
She started to moan loud as she drank the come from his cock, and he could feel himself weakening in the knees. She was draining him so dry and exhausting him, but he was sure that he would be able to get it up again to fuck her once more.
After all, there were times when he could remember getting it up five times in a night, and he hadn't had a girl in over a week, since his family had moved.
As he felt his cock going limp, he started to pull it out of her mouth. As he looked at her, still kneeling on the ground, he had an urge to do something that he had never done before. The sound of the shower water was making the desire greater.
He took hold of his cock in his hand, then aimed it at her naked tits. Then he started to spurt a thick stream of warm yellow piss over her tits. At first she looked disgusted, then she seemed to get into the warm feeling. He moved his cock up and down so that he soaked, not only her ample tits, but also, her pussy bush. Then, when he was finished, he stepped out of the way so the shower spray could rinse her off.
He started tugging at his cock. "If you think that was something, just wait until the fuck," he said.
CHAPTER TWO
"You're kidding," Dick Canfield said to his sister Janie as he lay across his bed that same night. "He really pissed on you and then told you to wait until you fucked? What fucking nerve!"
"I don't think so," Janie said, smiling. She loved the way her brother looked in his bikini underwear. His white chest was perfectly hairless, but very muscular. She loved the blond hair under his arms, but not as much as the different textured curls on his legs. "I happened to love it when he pissed on me. I mean, for the very first second I was completely disgusted.
"But then the piss was so warm and wet, and I could see how he was getting off on it. I didn't mind. Besides, what could I do? I was still tied. And anyway. I knew that as soon as he stepped away from the shower head, the water would rinse all the piss off, which it did."
"And the fuck?" Dick asked. "Did he fuck you, too?"
"Oh, you bet brother," she said, and Dick could see how excited Janie was about it. "I'll tell you what happened."
As she told him, all those pleasant memories of only a few hours earlier started coming back to her.
After Richard had pissed on her, and she had rinsed herself off, she had stood up, still bound and helpless. He began to play with her tits, this time cupping her fleshy mounds in his hand and lifting them up a little, letting them fall, then watching them bounce until they came to a firm rest.
"You don't think that you're really going to be able to fuck me now, do you?" she had asked him. "If you think that I'm going to let you."
"Janie, would you cut off the fucking prude act," he said to her. "You wouldn't let me eat you either, but when I did, you were coming like a fucking flood. Like the goddamn dam broke and you were flooding the town. Then when you sucked my cock you were sucking like it was the last cock in the world. You love it, admit it."
She didn't say anything however because he had moved his hand down to her pussy then and he had started to massage her cunt, sliding his fingers in and out of her twat and playing with her clit.
She had spread her legs a little bit more and she started to moan. Richard's fingers had stayed with her clit the whole time, and she watched as he tried to work his limp dick into a hard-on with his other hand.
There was something very pleasing about his cock, and when it started to get hard again she tried to hide the fact that she was enjoying it. There was no sense in letting him know that yet.
Soon his dick was fully hard and sticking out longer than it had the first time.
"Now what are you going to do?" she asked him. "You certainly can't get me into a good position with my hands like this. The joke's on yOU."
He shut off the shower and then opened the stall door. As he pulled her out into the large bathroom, he started looking around. She spotted the hook on the wall a long time before he did, but didn't say anything for she knew he would see it.
As soon as he did, he pulled her over and freed one hand at a time. He pulled the rubber loops on the suit sleeve and snapped them to the hook on the wall.
Soon she was secured again, in a new position, facing the wall. He moved his hands over her creamy buttocks and started to pry them apart.
"You're not going to fuck me from behind," she said to him. "Please don't."
He knew that once his cock was inside of her she wouldn't mind, and he rubbed his cock head over her cunt lips for a few seconds, then slid in. As soon as his dick was planted firmly in her cunt, he moved his fingers around and began to frig her clit from the front.
Janie started to come immediately when he did that, and she could feel her hot cunt gripping his cock so tightly that she was amazed at the fact that he could move. She was amazed that he was getting pleasure from the hard squeezing of her walls, but he was moaning louder than she was and thrusting hard to keep the pleasure constantly rising. It was easy for her to sense, however, that he was not going to let himself reach an orgasmic peak for a while.
He was going to prolong this fuck for as long as he could. At one point, she felt his thick dick starting to throb in her cunt, and he suddenly stopped his thrusting and waited for the pulsations to subside.
When they had, he started to fuck her even harder than before, and she closed her eyes and moaned again. Her tits were pressing up against the wall and she could feel pleasure from the texture of the tiles on her nipples. She started to rub them around to keep her nipples pleasure high.
"Janie, you are the most fabulous girl," Richard started to moan, and he moved his mouth to her ear and began to nibble on it. She could feel his hot breath blowing on her neck and shoulders and that only increased her inner heat.
She started to wiggle her ass around, and she knew that it was really the only sign she was giving him to tell him how much she was enjoying it. For Janie was the kind of girl who always liked to play these things cool.
When he started to come, pumping thick gobs of come up her cunt, she started to come all over again. Her body was wracked with sweaty passion by the time his dick had gone flaccid, and when he pulled his limp member out of her he sunk to his knees between her spread legs and began to feast on their come combination.
She could hear him moaning with pleasure, and she was a little jealous about the fact that he was getting to eat it all.
Then he did something which she thought was wonderful. He stood up and kissed her, and as he did, he transferred a whole mouthful of juices to her tongue so she could taste some, too. Her tongue accepted them eagerly and she swallowed it all, then started to suck on his tongue for extra flavor.
After he was finished eating her, he untied her and she fell to the floor. She made no attempt to get out of the wet suit for she loved it so much, and she rolled on top of him and then kissed him hard on the lips.
"That was wonderful," she told him.
"Well," Richard said, "it's finally good to hear some positive feedback. After all your complaining, and all that fighting to try to keep me from fucking you, I thought you'd be pretty pissed."
"See how a girl can deceive a guy," she said.
Eventually, they both got themselves cleaned up and dressed, and Richard hung the wet suit on the back of the door.
"So," Dick said to his sister, moving his hand to her breast and caressing it through her bathrobe, "you ended up telling him that you liked it?"
"Of course," she said. "Then he asked me out for the night. He wanted to take me to a drive-in movie, but I told him that I'd changed my mind. I was honest with him, if you want to know the truth."
"You mean you told him about us?"
"No, not that honest," she said, and she could see that tickling Dick's thigh had caused his cock to get hard under his shorts. "I told him that I was too tired from the afternoon fucking and that I had work to do."
"I see," he said to her. "Does that mean you're too tired for me?"
"Are you kidding?" she asked, and she moved her mouth to his underwear and began to tongue his cock through the shorts. He moaned softly and pressed her head against his cock, feeling the pleasure rising.
As she did that, he started thinking back to the first time that they had ever been together.
When he was twelve, and beginning to develop, his mother had stopped bathing him and his sister together. At first, he didn't know why, but as he saw the hair growing on his cock and balls, and started to wake up in the middle of the night with raging hard erections, he began to understand.
Then, Janie had walked into his room one day and had seen his naked limp cock. They had started to talk, and they both began to realize that there was this incredible difference between them, although they didn't quite know how it worked then.
Dick would never forget the time he witnessed his parents fucking.
It was late at night, and he had been sneaking down to the kitchen to get himself a soda because he was thirsty. He could hear some moaning and groaning coming from his parents' room, and he snuck over there and peeped through the keyhole.
He couldn't believe what he saw. His blond-haired father was standing at the edge of his bed, shoving his hard cock in and out of his mother's mouth. He could see his mother taking long strands of her red hair and running them all over his father's balls and chest.
His mother was completely naked and he could see how big her tits was as she bent over to lick his father's cock.
Soon, his father was grunting and groaning, and he was pulling his dick out of his mother's mouth and pushing her back on the bed.
Dick watched the way his father slid a thick, wet cock into his mother's cunt gash, and then he heard them both moaning and groaning with pleasure. He would never forget the way he saw how taut his father's buttocks were each time he shoved his cock in deeper. Then his mother wrapped her legs around his father's ass and started to massage his buttocks with her feet.
His father's whole body tensed a little bit, and his mother-thrust her red-heaired cunt off the bed. The only sound was moaning and loud slapping flesh, and Dick didn't know what was happening. But they seemed to have built themselves into such a frenzy, and when he finally saw his father pulling out, his dick was no longer hard.
Immediately, Dick had run back to his room. As he had watched his father fucking his mother's juicy cunt, he had felt his cock starting to throb in his pajama pants. By the time he got to his room, his erection was pressing for freedom.
Never in his life had he teared off his pajamas so fast. He held his cock in his hand and started to jerk the shaft back and forth, thinking that it would bring him the same kind of pleasure his father must have got from moving his cock back and forth inside of his mother.
It didn't take long before his balls were on fire, and then he started to come in gallons. At first, he thought that there might have been something wrong because he was shooting so much come and it wouldn't stop.
However, there was just too much pleasure happening along with it for him to even care about what his dick was expelling, and eventually he had emptied himself of his seed and his cock started to shrink.
From then on, until the time when his sister caught him a month later, he was constantly finding places to hide and masturbate. He made sure to jerk off at least once a night before going to bed and kept a handkerchief to catch his shooting come hidden in his drawer.
Then, one night, he must have been making too much noise. Not only that, but Dick had forgotten to lock his bedroom door, something that he had always thought to do before starting to masturbate. He was so embarrassed when his sister shoved the door open and walked in.
She was only eleven, but already, there were small plum-shaped tits on her chest. He was sure that she must have had some pubic hair, too. But when she walked in, he quickly tried to hide his cock from her so that she wouldn't see how big it was. But she had noticed already, and she closed the door behind her and walked over to his bed, yanking down the covers he had pulled up to cover himself.
"Wow," she had said, and she had taken hold of his cock and started to press down on his cock head with her open palm. "Beep, beep."
He couldn't believe it when she did that to him, so he reached over and placed his hands on her tits and began to press his palms against them.
"Buzz, buzz," he said.
Soon, he had stripped off his pajama bottoms completely, and she was pulling on his balls and saying "ding dong" over and over again.
It was the most incredibly exciting game, and since she didn't seem to know what to do next, he had to help her along. He told her to suck on his cock, almost like it was a lollipop, and she didn't hesitate for a minute.
He had closed his eyes and had gotten into her sucking. It didn't take long for his cock to start ejaculating, and he was surprised at her total lack of surprise when his juice was spurting. It was almost as if she had expected it. She just started to suck harder and harder, and she seemed to be loving his cock juice.
Later, he massaged her pussy with his fingers, and although he got her wet, he knew that she hadn't come that first time. His fingers had only fumbled around inside of her, and it wasn't until he started stretching her cunt lips and exploring her even more, about a week later, that he learned about her clit.
After he got her wet, however, he slid his cock right into her and started to fuck her good and hard, missionary style. There was no way that his hard cock couldn't make contact with her clit, and when he felt her spasming pussy around him he couldn't hold back. He flooded her cunt with come this time, and after that, they started to get together all the time.
It was a good relationship, Dick thought now, as his sister continued to mouth his cock. They both went out with other people, when the right person came along, and they could also satisfy each other if they had to.
Of course, both of them made sure that there father knew nothing about it, and the only times they would risk being together was when their father was working late or when he was going to be away overnight, as was the case this time.
He had called later that afternoon to tell Janie that he was going to be staying in the city on business that night.
Dick knew better, and he and Janie had laughed about it over dinner.
"Who do you think he's with tonight?" Janie asked.
"I don't know," Dick said. "But I hope that it's Vickie. I think she's better looking than the others, although they're not too bad."
"I know what you mean," she said to him. "Isn't it wonderful how we accept the fact that our father sleeps around all the time?"
"Why not?" Dick asked. "If he was still married, I mean, if mom hadn't died, then I'd be pretty pissed. But now that he's a widower with children old enough to take care of themselves, he deserves it. I mean, there's no denying the satisfaction you can get from sex now, is there?"
In some ways, Janie had been glad that she had broken her date with Richard after they had fucked, especially when her father had called. She much preferred being with her brother Dick, because they really knew how to turn each other on like crazy.
Janis hadn't made any move to pull her brother's shorts down. There were a few reasons for that.
First of all, she liked watching his cock throb through his underwear. She could see the pulsations so much better when his tight bikini shorts were pressing against his cock bulge. And second, Janie was just that type of girl who didn't make full advances, just like she had done that afternoon with Richard.
Janie was the kind of girl who liked to be told to do things. Sometimes, it would even take a little bit of force when she resisted.
That was the game she had always learned to play with her brother, and that was the game she continued to play with him. Dick had never figured out why it was. Sometimes, he thought that his sister might be feeling guilty about some of the sexual things that they did, and she could always justify those actions by telling herself she had been forced to do it.
"Come on, sis," he said to her, pressing her head down harder on his cock. "If you're going to tongue it, then let's do the bare flesh."
"Oh, you vulgar boy," Janie said, sitting up. "Just for saying those nasty words, I think that I'm not going to do anything for you. Nothing at all."
She got up and started to walk out of his room.
"Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asked her.
"To a place in this house where you won't find me and I can be alone. So don't you try to follow me, or else."
He knew that was as good as an invitation, so he hopped off the bed. He pulled down his underwear before stepping out into the hall, just so they wouldn't have to go through that hassle again. Dick's eager cock bobbed up and down as he stepped out into the hall, just in time to see his father's bedroom door slam shut.
Now he knew that she wanted him to follow her, and he waited a few seconds, until he heard another door slam shut. He walked to his father's bedroom, opened the door slowly, and stepped into the carpeted room. He looked over toward his father's huge bathroom, and knew that's where she was.
Only why had she gone back there, he wondered? Perhaps it all had to do with what had happened that afternoon. When she had told him about Richard dominating her and binding her in the rubber wet suit, he had thought it was strange.
She was talking like it was such a normal thing to do, yet as far as he knew, neither one of them had ever done anything like that before.
It seemed to Dick like Janie liked what had happened a great deal, otherwise she never would have led him back there. He was sure that she was sitting by the pool-size sunken tub, waiting for him.
When he opened the door, he was right. Only she had already put the wet suit on and she was just getting ready to turn on the water in the tub. When Dick saw her two ass cheeks sticking out of that rubber suit, his cock throbbed with anticipation. He couldn't believe how dynamite she looked and how hot it was making him.
"I told you not to come here," she said to him, without any conviction at all.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I don't want you to do what Richard did to me this afternoon. Nor do I want you to get the idea that I want you even thinking of using that enema bag on me. No siree, not that enema bag which is hanging on the back of the bathroom door."
Dick was having a great time. He had grown up playing these kind of games with his sister, and he knew that she was dying to have that enema.
He had never thought of giving anyone an enema before, but he walked over to the bathroom door and pulled it off.
"Why do you think dad has all these things here?" he asked her.
"Beat the hell out of me," she said.
Somehow, Dick couldn't tell if his sister was lying or not. He wondered if she had ever done anything with her father. The thought had never occurred to him, but it was happening now. Or maybe, he thought, she had witnessed something, just like he had once witnessed his parents fucking.
"Well, how do you suppose it works?" he asked, watching her hop into the tub and begin to swim. The rubber suit looked so smooth.
"I don't know," she said. "I suppose that you fill the bag through that thing over there, and then you put that thing on. Then you probably insert that nozzle in a person's ass and turn the spigot. But I'm not even sure."
She was floating on her back now and he saw how beautiful her red mound was with small beads of water floating through the hairs.
Dick walked over to the sink and started to fill the waterbag. He watched the way the rubber expanded to take in a great deal of water, and he made sure that it was fairly warm. He imagined that a cold water enema could be a real bitch, and wanted the enema that he was going to soon give her to be a comfortable one.
He put the bag down beside the tub and then sat with his legs dangling over the edge. Immediately, Janie swam toward him and stood up so her tits were brushing against his legs. She rested her hands on his thighs, inches from his eager dick, but she didn't make a move to touch it.
"Brother," she said to him, "I told you that I wanted to be alone. Now why the hell don't you listen to me?"
Even as she spoke, he could feel her hot breath blowing on his cock, and he reached behind her head and then shoved it into his crotch. She opened her mouth to take his dick in and started to suck on him hard. Dick could feel his cock starting to pulsate very fast, but suddenly, she slipped out of his grip by sinking into the water.
"You have your nerve," she said to him.
She was really being a bitch tonight, he thought, but he could understand why. From what she had told him about the afternoon, she had been something of a good cock-tease, and since she had had so much practice, she was just putting it into use here.
Dick didn't feel much like a swim, so he just sat there watching his sister. When she swam, he watched the smooth curve of her ass, knowing he was going to be feeling those cheeks soon enough as he spread them for hose entry. When she was on her back he watched her rising and falling tits and her heavenly cunt.
Eventually, he knew, she was going to have to get out of the water, and he didn't mind sitting and waiting because all it did was increase his pleasure.
It happened soon enough. She started to swim toward the ladder to climb out and that was just where Dick was sitting. He let her climb all the way out, and then he grabbed her foot.
The tile floor was incredibly slippery and she immediately fell on her ass with a loud thud. He knew that it must have hurt, but he didn't care. Immediately, he spread her legs and then threw his body on top of hers. He didn't try to fuck her yet. He just wanted to weigh her down.
He moved his lips to her mouth and kissed her hard. As he did, he looked up near the tub and noticed something. There was a rather large hook sticking up from the tile floor at the edge of the tub.
As he kissed her he grabbed her hands and started to pull them up over her head. He had learned about the rubber loops on the sleeves of the wet suit when she had told him about it, and he knew just where he was going to hook those loops.
She couldn't even feel him doing it, because she was so lost in his cock grinding against her cunt, and even more into the kiss.
But as he started to massage her arms, working his hands down, she realized that she couldn't pull them down. She strained her head and looked up, only to find that she was trapped once again.
"Dick, how dare you do this to me?" she said to him. "How dare you."
He slid down and started to kiss her tits. He placed his tongue over one nipple and began to suck on it as hard as she could, just the way he knew she loved it. She started to moan and he could feel her cunt grinding against his waist now. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second.
He kissed her other nipple, then sucked on it for a while. But the thing that he was dying to do was give her the enema already. He didn't know why, but the thought of giving her a nice, refreshing enema, was making his cock swell more than it ever had before. He worked his mouth down to her cunt and bit her cunt lips gently.
Then he pulled away and sat up on his knees, directing his hard cock toward her spread legs. He moved a little closer and rubbed his cock head over her cunt lips. She was dying for him, he could tell, because her cunt lips were gripping his cock head.
He pulled away quickly, and then, just as fast, pushed her legs up over her head so that her naked ass was exposed. He loved the way the tight leather of her suit stretched even tighter.
"What are you going to do?" she asked him, with fear in her voice.
"Don't you just know," he said. "And you love it."
He spread her ass cheeks as wide as he could and looked at her puckered red asshole. He shoved his finger in gently, and then started to massage her ass muscles a .little bit so she would relax. She moaned some as his fingers moved deeper and deeper into her asshole, and then, when he had relaxed her enough, he pulled out his finger and rammed the enema nozzle into her asshole just as fast.
Dick turned the spigot fast and he watched his sister begin to wiggle her ass as the rush of warm water shot into her.
"What's it like?" he asked her, seeing the way she was getting into it and licking her lips.
"Oh, the rush, the flow. I love it. It's so relaxing. So great. Fill me and then fuck me. Please. Fill me and fuck me."
"Can you hold it in?"
"Who cares?" she asked. "Just do it."
Dick started to squeeze the enema bag, hoping to speed up the flow of water. Just seeing how hot she was getting was making him hotter by the second and he was looking forward to that moment when the enema was going to be empty.
When it was, he yanked the nozzle out of her asshole and then lay her flat on the floor. Her pussy lips were spread already.
Dick moved between her legs and then guided his aching cock into her cunt. He couldn't believe it when he felt that she was spasming already, and for that reason alone, he decided to fuck her slower than usual.
Otherwise, he knew, he would probably come too fast.
The fuck was incredible though, he thought, for he could feel all that water in her ass as her cunt stretched from the thickness of his cock. It was like fucking on a waterbed, only the wavey feeling of the water was so much closer to his cock since it was inside of her.
Then there was the rubber. Her wet rubber suit was pressing against his body and Dick couldn't believe what a turn-on it was.
She wrapped her rubber-tight legs around his ass and when he felt the rubber against his buttocks it was more than he could handle. His cock started to throb incredibly and his dick was so tense that he knew he was going to come.
So did she. They had been fucking for almost five years now and she knew just where he was at with each orgasm.
"Please, brother, don't come just yet. Hold it back a little, baby, hold it back."
He was doing his damnedest to hold back, but she was making it impossible with those rubber rubbing legs.
"Are you coming?" he asked her, always concerned that she come when they were fucking too. He wasn't the type who liked to come without satisfying his woman, too.
"I've been coming for the past five minutes," she told him.
"You bitch," he said, for she started to laugh and he knew that she had been kidding him the whole time about holding back.
When he exploded inside of her his come shot out in thick spurts and his ejaculations were the hardest of his life. He could feel all energy draining from him as his come drained from her cunt, and he moved his lips to hers and kissed her harder than ever.
She continued to thrust her ass up and down off the floor, and he was surprised when she wouldn't let up, keeping his shrinking cock in her cunt because of the way her legs were still wrapped around his ass.
"Piss in me," she whispered to him.
"What?"
"Piss in my cunt. I want you to piss in my cunt."
"Get out of here," he said to her, pulling out by force. "I want to eat what's in your cunt."
Before she could do anything, he sunk between her legs and started to eat her pussy. However, she was going crazy. She kept yelling for him to piss on her, and he thought there was something so strange about it.
When he was finished eating her, he stood up and took hold of his cock.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked her.
"Of course I'm sure," she said to him, and then he let loose with a thick stream of piss. He directed his cock on her cunt patch and on her tits because that was really the only part of her that was exposed.
He thought of splashing some piss onto her face, but just couldn't bring himself to do it. The fact that she was getting off on it, licking her lips and moaning as his warm piss splashed on her, was strange enough to him. But so long as she was loving it, he saw no reason not to continue, until his piss supply ran out.
"Oh, Dick, that was so great," she said, when he let the last drop of piss fall on her tits. "That was the best fuck ever."
He watched as she began to let the water leak out of her ass. He could see it beginning to puddle up around her and she started to move her ass all over the floor, moaning and smiling.
"Janie, what made you decide that you wanted to do this?" he asked her.
The thought of pissing on her had turned him off completely, and he couldn't understand why she had wanted it. He had been only too happy to comply, if it made her happy. And now, watching her wallow around in her own excretion was not the most pleasing sight to him, but she still seemed to be loving it.
"Oh, I don't know," she said to him. "It's nice for a change."
He stopped down by her wrists and untied them from the stake. She sat up and looked at the mess around her. Most of it had already dripped into the bathtub and she just reached for a cloth and started to clean up the rest, brushing it all into the tub.
"Janie, come on, I want you to be straight with me. What got you into this? I mean, I'm beginning to think that you knew just what you were doing this afternoon when you led that boy up here. The only thing that I'm curious about is what put such an idea into your head in the first place?"
She wiggled her ass as she finished cleaning up, then unplugged the plug so the water could start running out. She got up, walked over to the shower and then stepped in to clean herself off.
"Hey," he said, yelling to her, "I'm asking you a question."
But Janie didn't answer, trying to pretend that she couldn't hear him over the sound of the shower. Anyway, she was too busy smiling.
CHAPTER THREE
"Is there anything wrong with you Dick?" Harrison Can field asked his son the next evening while he and his family were sitting at the dinner table. Actually, Janie was the only other person there, since his wife Anita had died a few years back.
It was during the long years as a widower that Harrison felt he had grown closer and closer to his children, and as they matured, he decided that they could handle more and mote responsibilities on their own. He was used to leaving them alone overnight quite often, since he did work in the city and sometimes was too tired to travel all the way back out to the Island at night.
He sometimes preferred to stay in the city also, and for the past few weeks, he had been calling home to tell his children that he wouldn't be home for the night more often. That was because he had met Vickie, and even though he had told the children about her, he hadn't brought her home for them to meet yet.
Harrison had been waiting for the right moment to bring up the subject of Vickie during the entire meal, but somehow, he had sensed that something was bothering his young son Dick. He had finally decided to ask him what was wrong.
Dick shifted around uncomfortably in his seat, picking at the mashed potatoes and roast that Janie had prepared.
"No, dad, there's nothing wrong," he said, and he gave Janie a look.
Janie just smiled at him, then ran her tongue over her lips. She was practically seducing him at the table, but Harrison had grown used to these childish games on her part. He reprimanded her and told her to stop it.
"Well, it looks like there's something on your mind, but if you choose not to talk about it, that's fine with me. I just don't want you thinking that I'm the kind of father who doesn't take any interest in what his son does, that's afl."
"I understand, dad," Dick said.
Janie smiled at him again, and Dick was hating her for that. He wanted to tell his father what was on his mind more than anything else in the world, but he just didn't think that he could.
How was he supposed to put it?
Was he supposed to tell his father that Janie had suddenly latched on to this strange fetish? Was he supposed to tell his father that Janie liked enemas, and best of all, liked to be pissed on when it was all over?
His father didn't even know that the two of them were fucking each other, Dick knew, so he couldn't very well tell his father anything else.
But ever since last night, he had been thinking about something. He had been wondering why his father had that rubber wet suit hanging on the back of the door. He wondered what his father used it for, and of course, he wasn't going to ask that.
"Well, then, if you have nothing to talk about, I have something to talk about," Harrison said, placing his napkin down on the table. It was usually a signal that everyone else stop eating, and Janie and Dick followed it.
"What is it, oh wonderful father?" Janie asked, dripping with fun sarcasm.
"I wanted to talk to both of you about this woman Vickie that I'm seeing. Our relationship has been getting more and more serious and...."
"Does that mean you've been balling her?" Janie asked.
She had always been a wise-ass kid, and Harrison was used to it.
"Yes," he said to his daughter. "Anally, too, if you want to know the truth. Now, getting back to the matter on hand, I want Vickie to come out here this weekend so that she can meet you. What do you think?"
"What does she want to meet us for?" Dick asked.
"I'm thinking of getting married again, so she'd be your new mother. I want to see how you'd all get along, however."
"Look, dad, we're growing up, and if this woman is going to keep you company when we move out to go to school, then by all means, marry her."
"It's not as easy as all that," Harrison said, and he started thinking about it. He always thought about it when he made love to Vickie, only because he hadn't told her about it yet. However, each time he was sticking his long stiff cock into her steaming cunt, he would start thinking back to the way it was with Anita, his first wife. They had discovered the fetish to beat all fetishes, and he had grown used to making love that way so often.
It was still fun fucking the old-fashioned way.
But somehow, water was where it was at with Harrison Canfield.
He couldn't tell his children that, however, and he started to stammer, trying to think of another excuse to give them.
"You see," he said, "Vickie wants to see how she'd get along with you because she hopes that we can all be a family. Now even though it's true that you will be moving out to go to college, this is still going to be your home. And if I marry Vickie, she will be your new mother."
Suddenly, Janie's lower lip started to quiver, and within seconds, she was bursting out in a torrent of tears. They were streaming down her face a mile a minute.
"No one will take the place of mother," she screamed, and then she pushed her seat out from under the table and ran upstairs, crying and wailing so loud that Harrison and Dick could hear her until she slammed her bedroom door closed.
"What's wrong with her?" Harrison asked Dick.
"I have no idea, dad. Look, you know that you have my blessing and Janie's blessings if you really want to go through with this. There's probably something else bothering her, only I don't know what it is yet. When I do, I'll tell you."
"Fine. You're a good boy, Dick. Now be an even better boy and clear the table. I have to go relax in the living room with a good pipe and drink."
"Aw, dad," Dick said, but his father had already gotten up and was walking to the living room. He poured himself a drink, lit his pipe and then sat in his favorite chair.
He started thinking.
Anita! Anita!
She had been about the best wife that any man could have wanted, toward the end. But even in the beginning, he had to admit, she was funny in her own, bumbling shy, and completely naive way.
He had met Anita while he was in law school at a mixer, where, he felt, boys and girls were just thrust together in the hopes that they would meet and mate. These mixers were set up by the college, and he thought it was ridiculous. They obviously wanted the guys to meet girls so they wouldn't be horny all the time and jerk off, yet they gave so much work to the students that there was never any time for fucking.
When he had seen Anita from across the room with her bobbed black hair and her glistening blue eyes, everyone else had faded into the background. They had spotted each other at the same instant.
Harrison knew what love at first sight was that moment, and he and Anita just wandered through the crowd until they were standing face-to-face, inches apart. They started to dance slowly, then moved toward each other. When Harrison put his arms around her for the dance, he let his hand wander down to her ass.
He gave each rounded buttock a tight squeeze, and he could feel his nine-inch cock beginning to grow to the full nine inches.
Anita had moved her hand up around his shoulder, and he could feel her pulling lightly at his blond hair, which, in those days, was much longer than it was now. He started to grind his cock against her crotch and although she was moaning softly, he couldn't tell if it was an act or not.
Three dances later they were talking about going back to his dorm, and by the end of the night he had talked her into it.
"Now I don't want you to think that I do this all the time," she said to him, waving her hands around because she had this unusual tendency of talking with her hands. "In fact, I have to tell you this one thing."
"Which is?"
"You promise me that you're not going to laugh," she said.
Harrison looked at the way her pointy tits were pushing out of her tight sweater. He wanted this beauty more than he had ever wanted anyone else in his life, and he was certainly not going to laugh and fuck up his chances to have her.
"I promise that I will not la-ugh," he said to her.
"All right. I'm a virgin."
Harrison didn't want to laugh at all. In fact, he wanted to jump for joy. He did just that, kicking his heels together, and then, when he came back down to the ground, he started to explain something to her.
He hadn't been with many girls before, he told her, but none of them had been virgins. He was looking for love, and he thought that he found it in her. He wanted the girl he loved to be a virgin, and she was.
She was also very naive about sex, and he had to instruct her on how to do things to satisfy him. One thing he didn't have to instruct her on was passion and letting loose her feelings. When he started eating her, she came and came.
They got to his room and sat on his bed. Soon he was kissing her and feeling her tits, then sliding his hand under her sweater and feeling her huge nipples. As he massaged them he could feel them getting stiffer, and finally he pulled her sweater off.
At first, she seemed embarrassed to be baring her tits in front of a man, but Harrison made sure to tell her how beautiful she was a hundred times over. Then, when he moved his lips to her nipples and began to bite on them gently, feeling the brown beauties' hard texture and tasting their sweat flavor, she was in heaven.
She started to moan softly, and she moved her hand down to his groin and began to massage his cock through his pants. He could tell how innocent she was by the way she was doing it, for her hand was fumbling around. It seemed as if she was rubbing his crotch because she knew it was the thing to do, yet she didn't know how to go about it.
He helped her by placing her hand over his bulge so she could squeeze him.
"Would you like to taste me?" he asked her. "Would you like to suck my cock?"
She smiled at him, unsure if that was the proper thing to do. However, he was so horny and so aroused, that he needed it right then and there.
He stood up and began to strip off his clothes. He had thick blond curls all over his chest, and the pubic hair around his cock was a darker brown, the darkest-colored hair on his body.
His nine inches seemed to throw her off at first when she saw them sticking out so proudly and so bold. He told her to start licking him, and she got on her hands and knees and looked at his cock, holding it with her hand and examining it as if it was a new toy for her to play with.
She was only sixteen at the time, and in fact, it was a new toy for her. Once they discovered their similar fetish, it became an even better toy.
He remembered how she told him what life she felt in his cock while she ran her long-nailed finger up and down the shaft. She cupped his large balls in her hand and squeezed them gently. Harrison moaned approvingly.
"Come on," he pleaded with her. "Open your mouth and take my dick in."
She licked her lips a few times to get them wet, then moved her tongue to the tip of his cock where a drop of pre-emission come was beginning to drip out. She caught the drop on her tongue and seemed to savor the flavor.
After she let the drop slide down her throat, she opened her mouth wide and then tried to take him all the way down.
Harrison would never forget how she had gagged on his cock that first time down because her throat wasn't used to such a thick invader. He had stroked her black hair lovingly, telling her she'd be okay as she gasped for breath.
As she sucked he began to slide his cock back and forth in her mouth and soon she had worked out a nice breathing rate. He moved his fingers to her nipples and began to play with them. There were sticking out a good inch in their erect state and there was just so much for his fingers to grasp on to.
He told her how to work his balls, and even told her to stroke his ass cheeks and his ass crack. It wasn't until later in life that he discovered the joys he could get from his asshole, but once he did, she usually made sure to finger-fuck him while she was sucking him.
When Harrison's cock started to pulsate in her mouth, he knew it threw her. He could tell by the look in her loving blue eyes, which were staring at his pleased face the whole time, that she didn't know what was happening. It looked as if she feared something was going wrong.
"It's okay, baby," he said. "I'm on the verge of coming. My cock's ready to shoot off and it's all because of the good loving you're giving me. You're just too good to be believed. Oh, keep sucking. That's it. Yes, oh, keep sucking, keep...."
He could feel her sucking the come right out of his cock because of the fierce suction. His cock was pulsating hard and he felt like he was unloading gallons. He was surprised that she managed to swallow it all without letting one drop drip down her cheek, but he took it all as a sign of love on her part.
When she had sucked him dry, he let her continue just to keep him semi-hard. Then, once he was sure that his cock would be able to stand up, he told her to lie down. It was now his turn to work her over and to show her the pleasure that she could feel because of her cunt. Harrison began to peel her dress and panties off, and when he saw the thinned black-haired patch between her legs he ran his fingers through it.
"Now," he said to her, "just give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Don't think about anything else but the pleasure that you're feeling, and you'll love it."
He was glad that he had given her that advice, because, later in life when he met her mother, he could see that she was a staunch conservative who looked like she wouldn't have sex except to have children. The type whose daughter was sure to have some kind of guilt trip for enjoying sex.
Harrison's words changed all that.
When he started to suck on her tits again, he let his fingers wander through her pussy patch and over her cunt lips. He could feel them getting wetter and wetter as he stroked them, and Anita was definitely getting turned on because he could hear her starting to breathe heavier and heavier.
Her nipples were so delicious that he feasted on them for almost half an hour, moving his mouth from one to the other and taking in their pleasing taste.
Her pussy was getting wetter the whole time, and he managed to bring her near the peak of orgasm many times by wiggling and massaging her erect clit which his fingers had searched out. But he never let her come to a full orgasm because he was saving that for when he had his tongue there to catch her juices.
"Oh, Harrison," she moaned over and over again. "I've never felt like this before. I don't believe that this is happening. It's all too good to be true."
"Nothing is too good for you baby," he said to her.
And it was only then that he started to run his wet tongue down her belly.
Anita seemed to anticipate that something good was going to happen because as he moved his tongue closer and closer to her pussy, she arched her ass off the bed, trying to thrust her quivering cunt into his face.
He grabbed hold of her hot ass cheeks and squeezed them as he directed her cunt toward his face. Then he started to eat her with the most enthusiasm ever, for he had already decided on something.
He was going to marry this girl, he knew, and since she was a virgin, he wanted this first time to be so outrageous that she would have a clean, healthy outlook toward sex and love it as much as he did.
His tongue worked its way between her wet pussy lips and then he started to lick some of the passion cream off her cunt walls. She moaned and wiggled her ass a great deal, but he still kept a tight grip on her.
Then his tongue began to lick her clit, and when he did that she moaned so loud that he could hear people running out of their rooms and down the hall to his dorm room. He was glad that he had locked the door as he heard them starting to pound.
"Harrison," Jerry, the kid next door yelled, "Is everything okay in there?"
"Never better. Now get out of here."
They must have all realized what was going on because he could hear the noisy crowd beginning to break up. But, because he wasn't in the mood for a similar incident, he handed her a pillow that she kept over her face during most of the rest of their session, particularly at the point of orgasm.
Harrison would never forget the way those muffled, passion moans sounded, and he was sure that they added to his overall feeling for her that first time.
Once she had the pillow in place, he proceeded to eat her juicy pussy. He moved his fingers from her buttocks to her cunt lips and spread them wide so he could see her juicy red tunnel and her stiff clit.
Then, he started to lick her and she started to come hard. He could feel her pussy walls spasming around his thrusting tongue, and she was so juicy that he had to let some cunt sop drip onto the bed. His tongue just wasn't fast enough to catch the flow from her pussy, although he did enjoy what he was getting.
He didn't lick her dry that time because by the time he had brought her to a full orgasm, an hour had passed and his cock was ready for a juicy, spasming cunt.
He started to slide his way up her body and then positioned his dick against her pussy lips and thrust himself in. 'She grunted and groaned, and he was happy to feel that there was no hymen to be broken.
It upset him, at first, because he thought that she might have lied to him about being a virgin. But Harrison knew well enough that it was possible for a girl to lose her hymen without fucking anyone and he was sure that was how it happened with her.
Once his cock was planted deep in her cunt, she wrapped her legs around his ass and started to massage his buttocks with her feet. Harrison started to move inside of her slowly, and he could feel her tight cunt working wonders on his thick cock.
"Remember, absolute pleasure," he whispered into her ear, then stuck his tongue in her ear and heard her giggle.
He moved his mouth to hers and kissed her hard while the fuck continued, and he didn't even remember how long it had gone on for. All he knew was that it was the best fuck of his life, until later years.
When they came, it was together, and he knew that was a sign of something. Her cunt was spasming and creaming fast while his cock was pulsating hard and pumping thick gobs of cock cream all the way up her pussy.
Then he ate her out and shared some of the last mouthfuls of cream with her. That time, the come tasted different because it was a combination of her cunt cream and his cock come, but they both loved it.
"Dad," Harrison suddenly heard a voice say, "dad, are you okay?"
"Huh?"
He came out of his daze and saw Dick standing near the stairway, just outside of the living room.
"Dad, I've been calling you for the past few minutes. You look like you're in some kind of a daze or something. I just wanted to tell you that I'm going up now and I'm going to do some studying. I have a whole lot of work for school."
"Good night then, son," Harrison said.
"Good night, dad. And don't worry about Janie. I'll have a talk with her. If you want to marry Vickie, that's cool with me."
"Thanks, boy," Harrison said.
"And I know that it will be cool with Janie. She's been acting pretty strange the last few days, so don't think that she's against Vickie. I think that she might be on the rag or something, but nothing more."
Harrison smiled at his son, then Dick shrugged his shoulders and ran upstairs.
He was glad that Dick was willing to accept Vickie so much. He loved Vickie and knew that she would be good for him. He was the kind of man who needed one steady woman and Vickie was a good person to be with.
Of course, he knew, she would never be another Anita. There would never be anyone like Anita. There would always be a special place in his heart for her.
He had married Anita three weeks after meeting her, even though he was told by everyone that it would be a foolish move. His mother, of course, didn't want to lose her son, and Anita's mother didn't want to lose her daughter.
Then, all his professors thought that he shouldn't get married while he was in school because there was just too much work for him to have to worry about. An added worry of a wife would be bad, they said, and he wouldn't be able to get much studying done.
Harrison and Anita fooled them both.
First, he was a bright student to begin with and he didn't need that much time for studying. But he and Anita had things worked out well. Harrison could always study best after a good fuck, and Anita was always willing to fuck him.
Afterwards, they would sit in bed, facing each other, stretched out. She would be running her hand up and down his hairy legs, while he stroked her soft thighs, and she would start asking him questions.
"In what year was the case of Morgan versus Morgan, and what new statute was passed as a result of that case?"
Usually, Harrison would get the answer, but there were times when he didn't. Anita would usually let her hand wander up to his limp cock and she would pull on him hard until he let out a groan.
"Now you'd better learn this," she'd say, tugging at his balls, too. "I want to go somewhere in this world, understand? And you're going to take me there, but only if you learn to do well in school. Understand?"
"Yes, you bitch," he would say, and they would both laugh.
Occasionally, when she thought he knew the stuff well enough, they would take a fucking break.
Anita helped him go places, too. He knew that he owed so much to her. She saw to it that he studied, and as a result, he graduated number one in his class. Job offers were pouring in, and they decided to accept a high-paying job in Manhattan.
Anita got pregnant with Dick a few years later and they decided to move out to Long Island. Harrison didn't mind commuting at all, expecially when he had such a lovely wife and child to come home to.
One thing that Anita had insisted on in her household was a lot of bathrooms because she was into cleanliness.
"When we have our ten children," she would say to him, "I don't want any one of them to have to wait on line in the morning to go to the bathroom like I did. I want them all to have a place of their own."
Anita was also the one who insisted on a pool-sized sunken bathtub in their bathroom.
At first, they only used the bathroom for playing.
Anita had her second child, and that was when she got sick. That was also when the doctor insisted that she have an enema at least once every two days to clean out her system. Harrison remembered how ominous the enema bag looked hanging on back of the bathroom door. He hated the idea that his wife had to subject herself to something like an enema, and he never went in to watch.
Then, one morning, he was sitting on the side of the bath waiting for it to fill up when Anita walked into the bathroom with a large breakfast tray.
She had decided to serve him breakfast while he bathed, and she had prepared eggs and toast and bacon. There was also a pot of coffee and a large pitcher of orange juice on ice. She poured him a glass as he hopped into the tub.
Then she walked over to the back of the bathroom door and pulled down the enema bag. When Harrison saw her holding it and walking toward him, he could feel an uneasiness in his stomach.
"You're not going to give yourself an enema now, are you?" he asked her.
"Why not?"
"You know that I don't want to see it. Honey, it makes me aware of the fact that you're sick and I just don't want to know."
"You have to face it," . she said, and suddenly, she walked over to the iced orange juice and held it up.
"What are you going to do?"
"I want you to do it. I usually give myself warm enemas, but this time I want you to give me an ice cold orange juice one."
"What?"
"And then I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me then."
"Anita, what's come over you?"
He was floating on his back in the tub, but he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen. He didn't know why it was happening, but suddenly, the thought of doing something like that to his wife was turning him on.
Perhaps, he thought now as he sat in his living room chair, it all had to do with the complete power he would feel. If she had a cold enema in her ass, she would be powerless under him. The power surge seemed to be heading straight toward his cock, and in a few seconds, all nine inches were pointing up.
"You see," she said, "it's turning you on, too."
She was already pouring the cold orange juice into the enema bag, and he swam over to the ladder on the side of the tub and climbed out.
"What made you think of this?" he asked her, bending down so that his hard cock was rubbing against her soft shoulder.
"I don't know," she told him. "I just feel that we should share this enema experience. I feel like I'm some kind of a freak when I'm in the bathroom giving it to myself because I know how you stand outside. I can see the disgust in your face. Well, I don't want it to disgust you. I want it to turn you on, the way it turns me on."
"It turns you on?" he said to her, rubbing his cock now.
"Yes. I don't know why. I've been masturbating each time I give myself one and I always put myself to the test, just to see if I can hold it in until my orgasm. Sometimes I do it and sometimes I don't, but either way, it's a challenge."
The thought of fucking her while she had all that liquid inside of her was appealing to him more and more now. He thought of how good his cock might feel. It could be like riding on a waterbed.
She finished filling up the enema bag, then handed it to him and lay down on her back on the tile floor. She raised her legs up over her head so he could see her exposed cunt and asshole. Her asshole was red and puckered.
"Do I lubricate this or what?" he asked her.
"You don't have to. I'm used to having something that size shoved in."
He massaged her asshole with his finger first, and as he gently probed her the tight muscles began to loosen up and her asshole spread open. When it was open enough he shoved the hose in and then turned the spigot.
She looked like she was in heaven as the icy orange juice flowed into her ass, and Harrison watched with fascination as her nipples began to stiffen and get bigger, without any physical stimulation on his part.
He looked at her cunt lips as he watched the juice flow through the transparent hose, and he could see the way those red lips were getting wetter and wetter, too. They were beginning to pucker up and he was sure that she was coming.
It was a mild orgasm, he knew, His Anita was still the same as she had been when she first met him. When she had a sensational orgasm, you would know by the way she screamed and moaned.
Light breathing usually meant a mild orgasm, and as she continued to fill with water he moved his fingers down to her cunt lips and began to finger-fuck her pussy. He squeezed her clit a little, but she was so wet that he could hardly hold on to her.
"How does it feel?" he asked her.
"It's incredible. I can't even describe it. It's the first time I've ever done it with anything cold, and that's what's so strange. My cunt is on fire and my ass is freezing, and they're so close to each other that the contrast is more than I can even begin to stand."
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"Are you crazy? By all means, you continue or I'll kdl you."
That was another thing that he loved about Anita. She was always looking to have a good time, always willing to experiment with one thing or another. When the enema bag had emptied all the juice into her asshole, he pulled out the nozzle. Then he pressed his hand against her belly.
"Hey, stop that. I don't want to piss it all out. You're trying to force it out. I wanna see if I can keep it in for an orgasm."
"Do you want me to fuck you then?" he asked.
"Yes."
He spread her legs even more and positioned himself between them. He took his hard cock firmly in his hand and began to rub it over her wet cunt lips. He could feel his dick sliding into her cunt with ease, and then he noticed something strange.
She had been right. Her cunt was so hot, and yet, he could still feel something cold from the icy orange juice that was in her ass. The sensation on his cock was so incredible that he started to pulsate hard after three thrusts.
Anita wrapped her legs tightly around his ass and held him in until the pulsations subsided, whispering in his ear that she expected him to stay hard for a decent length of time and not to get over-excited. After all, she told him, she was trying her best to hold it in to please him.
The least he could do was try to hold back and keep it up so he could please her.
He knew that she was right, and so, when the pulsations of his cock subsided, he started to fuck her slower and with a much better grinding sensation. He could feel his thick cock stretching her elastic-like cunt walls, and he could see a small trickle of orange juice dripping out of her ass.
He didn't mind it however, because there was very little excretion mixed in with it.
That, he thought, would have been disgusting.
But there was even something erotic about the orange liquid as he watched a small puddle of it begin to form around her body.
"Oh, Harrison, there's no one else but you," she moaned, clinging to him. "You are the only man that I ever loved and ever will love."
He could feel her cunt beginning to spasm hard around his cock, and he knew that she was coming. He started to fuck her so hard that she started to scream w'th pleasure. He moved his lips to hers again and muffled the screams.
He felt her stiff nipples pressing against his hairy chest and then she arched her ass up, slapping her cunt against his groin so that his cock was as deep inside of her as it could possibly go. She wrapped her legs around his ass tight so that he couldn't move, then started to grind her ass.
Her spasming cunt was making his cock tingle, and then he started to pulsate hard. Within a few seconds, he was emptying his seed deep into her cunt and that only made her start to come all over again.
As his cock head moved around deep inside of her pussy, he could feel a cold sensation from the juice, and that kept him very hard.
He rested with his cock inside of her, and when he had enough energy he started to thrust in and out of her again. It didn't take long before she was coming a second time, and he came soon after that.
When he pulled out, he rolled off her and felt some sticky orange juice against his buttocks. He laughed while he watched her run to the toilet. She spread her legs and began to shit out all the juice. He saw the orange liquid rushing out of her ass and loved the way it looked, almost like a thick stream of piss.
Later, she lay beside him on the tile floor, and they jokingly decided that she hadn't let more than a quarter of a pint leak from her ass.
Considering how much she had held inside of her, it wasn't bad.
And that was how their watergames had started. After that first time, Harrison could think of nothing better in the world than fucking his wife with an enema in her asshole. He was shocked the first time that she asked him to piss on her, but since they had taken everything else so far already, he didn't think that there was anything wrong with her request.
Then, she had gone out and bought the rubber suit, and she would make him tie her up and then abuse her. He could never understand why she wanted to be abused like that, and once, when he asked her, she had a very simple answer.
"Why not?"
"Why not? Is that all you're going to say as an answer?"
"Sure," she told him. "Look, we both get off on it, and that's the only thing that counts as far as I'm concerned. I'm happy with it, and so are you, and there's no denying the fact that the orgasms are good, right?"
"I guess not," he said to her.
Harrison finished his drink, then took a last toke from his pipe. He loved the expensive tabacco that he smoked. It was something that Anita had started him on, telling him that he would look like a more distinguished lawyer if he smoked a pipe.
He started to think about her again, but this time, a tear left his eye. He still sometimes had trouble coming to the understanding that she was dead. She had a rare blood disease, and they knew a long time before it happened that she was going to die. He remembered some of the longer, more serious talks that they had had before it happened, and there was always one thing she would tell him again and again.
"Now, Harrison Canfield, we had a good life together, and I don't want you wasting the rest of yours living on that memory only. We have two wonderful children who should keep you busy, but I want you to find yourself another woman. Oh, I know that she won't be like me, because I imagine that there isn't anyone else like me, but I think you can find someone to satisfy your needs, okay?"
"Where am I going to find someone who's into watersports?" he would ask her, and that would always make her laugh.
But now, it didn't seem so funny anymore. Harrison knew that Vickie was the kind of girl whom Anita would have liked had she known her, the kind of girl that Anita would want him to have.
But Vickie knew nothing about his desire for watersports, and he hadn't told her because he just wasn't sure if she would understand. Anyway, he thought, as he put his pipe out and carried his empty liquor glass to the kitchen, it would be easier to explain it all to her when she saw the lavish master bathroom.
Once she saw that sunken pool-tub, she would want to get into something like that.
A bath was something that he knew he could use, so he started on his way upstairs. As he passed Janie's room, he thought about knocking on the door and seeing how she was. But then, he decided to let things go until morning.
He walked into the bedroom, then into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and started to strip off his clothes. As he did, however, he looked at the rubber wet suit hanging behind the door. He had forgotten to lock it away in the bathroom closet. It was something he never wanted Dick or Janie to see.
But suddenly, he looked closer. He could see that it was wet. There were a few drops of water on the rubber shoulder. Someone had been using it!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Janie, aren't you even going to talk to me?" Richard White asked her two days later in school. "I thought that we had such a good thing going. I was sure that you were going to invite me over again for another swim."
"Apparently, you're just not too sure of yourself, Richard," she said, sticking her nose up in the air and then turning her head so fast that her long red hair whipped out and hit him across the face.
Janie started to run down the hall and she was glad when she couldn't hear his footsteps behind her.
The truth of the matter was, she didn't know how she felt about Richard White. She did know how she felt about watersports now, which was good. However, Richard White hadn't played her game the way she had wanted it, and when someone didn't play Janie's game, she never gave them another chance.
Richard had tied her up, it was true. She would never forget the clicking sounds when he hooked her arms to the catch on the back of the rubber suit. She hadn't even known that such a catch existed until it was too late, and by that time she was under his complete and total control.
Dick, her brother, had been completely different. She wanted Dick to tie her up and so she had played her little game. First, she told him that she didn't want him following her under any terms, knowing full well that he would be after her. Then, once she was-tied, there was that part of her that had wanted to feel the enema and know what it was like.
Richard White had only threatened her with the enema, and she had been pretty pissed when he didn't actually give her one.
That was the reason she had subtlely suggested it to her brother. She knew that if she mentioned it in that coy way of hers, he would give her one and she would finally know that the sensation was like.
Sometimes she felt so guilty about these things that went on in her mind, but then she would always remember what her Aunt Marion had said at her mother's funeral after the coffin had been lowered.
"Why, Janie, you look so much like your mother," Marion had wailed, on the verge of hysteria. "So much like her. Except for the hair of course. But you could dye yours black if you want to."
"Aunt Marion, please, get away from me," Janie has said. She was upset enough as it was, and her aunt was doing her no good.
"But you deserve everything that your mother had. You're such a wonderful girl and you do deserve the best of everything."
Janie would think about that often and smile. It was always said that a girl should try to be like her mother, and one of the best ways to do it, Janie thought, was to try and get everything her mother had.
She wanted to experience everything that her mother had experienced, and now things had come pretty far. She knew what it was like to be in the wet suit, and now she even knew what it was like to be given an enema. She knew what it was like to be pissed on, and even though she had never actually witnessed her parents fucking in the shower, she knew what that was like because of Richard White.
For Janie had witnessed these scenes many times in her life. The first time she had seen one, she had been so confused. She and her brother had already started fucking each other, so she knew all about sex.
She even knew that her mother's doctor had been the one who recommended the enema, but when she had seen her mother and her father using the enema for sexual purposes, confusion reigned in her mind.
For the next few weeks, she wouldn't let her brother Dick come near her. She knew that he was horny, and she knew that he was probably jerking off in the next room because she wasn't satisfying him, not even orally.
The thought of sex had left her cold. Then one day, she had been talking with her friend Pam. Pam's nickname around school was Pam the prude, so even though Janie was a good friend of Pam's, one thing she never told Pam about was her sex life. As far as Pam knew, Janie was as virginal as she was.
"Ugh," Pam said, a remark Janie thought was in perfect keeping with Pam's terribly dull character, "I just can't stand the thought of ever losing my virginity."
"Why not?" Janie had asked, and just the idea of sex was making her horny again.
"Because I've seen pictures of cocks and I think that they're ugly."
"Well, have you ever seen a picture of a cunt?"
"What?"
"I've seen pictures of cunts that make them look pretty ugly, too. I guess it all depends on the picture, you know. That's the way things work. Maybe you just saw ugly pictures. Maybe you have to see a real cock."
"Ugh, the thought of it turns my stomach."
"You know something, you are going to make someone a wonderful lover one day," Janie said, the sarcasm just dripping from her voice. "You have such a wonderful attitude about sex. Fabulous attitude."
"Don't take that tone with me, Janie Canfield," Pam said. "You sound like you're some kind of loose woman."
"Oh, Pam, Pam. You're so fucking ... so fucking ... what's the word I'm looking for ... dumb."
"What?"
"You're so fucking dumb. Your thoughts about sex are so prehistoric. No, not even prehistoric. You and I know how those prehistoric men hit their women over the head with their clubs and walked off with them. What do you think they did when they made it back to their caves? Sat around talking? No, they fucked their brains out. Sex is good, girl, so get with it."
"You have had sex then," Pam said. "I always thought you did. Ugh, Janie, I don't know if I can associate with your kind anymore. Ugh, it would be bad for my image."
"What image?" Janie had asked. "A drone?"
And then she had stormed out of the cafeteria. She was thinking about her brother all day, and then, when they both got home, she coaxed him into her bed, playing her little games.
He was rubbing her tits, and her pink nipples were as hard as they could be. She knew that Dick's dick was hard because she felt it rubbing against her leg. However, she kept thinking about what her mother and father had been doing in the bathroom and she didn't know if she could stand him fucking her.
"Janie," Dick said, moving his hand down to her pussy and rubbing his fingers over her cunt lips, "what's wrong? You're not as wet as you usually are, and you just don't seem to be as relaxed as you usually are. What's up?"
"Nothing, Dick," she told him. "Please, go ahead."
She lay back on the bed and clenched her eyes closed, then spread her legs. She could see images of the enema bag running through her mind, and that even made her more tense and more upset.
Dick sat up on his knees, still between her legs. His hard cock bobbed up and down and he put his hands on his hips and looked her right in the eye.
"Open your eyes," he said. "Jesus, you call that trying to relax? You're lying there with your eyes clenched and you look like you think I'm going to kill you. Oh, let yourself go the way you used to. Why don't you let yourself go anymore?"
"What?"
"Our first times together were great, but you've been acting so strange these past few weeks. First you wouldn't even let me fuck you, and now you look like you're putting yourself on some kind of sacrificial altar. What gives?"
"Nothing," Janie said. She knew she couldn't tell him about the enemas and the games she had seen. "Just go ahead. I don't know what it is, but I'll be fine."
He used lubricating jelly on his cock that time, and soon was fucking away inside of her. But Janie had been tense underneath him, and it wasn't until long after penetration that she started so show the slightest signs of relaxing. But, by the time he was ready to come she hadn't even worked herself halfway toward the point of a good orgasm. As a result, she really didn't come that time.
He moved his mouth down to her pussy to eat her out after unloading his cream, and while he was licking her her pussy started to spasm hard and soon she had reached an orgasm of some height and intensity.
However, Janie knew that sex hadn't been the same since witnessing what her parents did. She didn't mind the fact that she had seen her father pissing on her mother, and sometimes, even seen the opposite.
There was one time she could remember when her mother had been fucking her father, riding up and down on his cock while he lay on his back. She could see her father's cock pulsating hard each time her mother pulled her ass up a little bit, and she knew that her father was on the verge of coming.
Her mother slowed down a little bit so that the tip of his cock was still past her pussy lips and well into her cunt, but so most of the shaft was sticking out. Then her mother had started to piss on his groin, and by pissing slowly and holding her ass up high, her mother was able to make the yellow liquid run over her father's pulsing cock. Her father had started to moan so loud then, and when her mother pulled her cunt away Janie could see that her father was coming.
She couldn't understand what kind of excitement he found in something like that, yet she had seen her parents at heights of ecstasy.
Then her mother had died, and although Janie tried not to show it, things had changed. She couldn't really understand what her feelings were, but she missed her mother so much and she was trying to strive to be more and more like her mother every day.
"Hey, Janie," she heard someone yell, and she felt a tug at her arm.
Janie whirled around and it was her friend Pam.
Janie didn't really still think of Pam as her friend. Ever since the talk she had had with Pam, years back, their relationship hadn't been too good. Pam, as far as Janie knew, was still as virginal as ever.
In fact, the only reason Janie even saw Pam was because they went to the same school. She was the kind of friend who Janie was sure to disassociate with as soon as she went away to college, but as long as they went to the same high school there was no reason in their not being courteous to each other.
"What do you want?" Janie asked.
"I just thought that I'd say hello. I haven't really had a long talk with you in the longest time. Are you free this period?"
"No, but I can cut. Why, what do you have in mind?"
"I have some good grass. Let's go to the bathroom, okay?"
"Sure."
It was times like this that Janie liked Pam. Pam had straight black hair and although she wasn't too big in the tit department, she did have the roundest ass that Janie had ever laid eyes on. Once, she and her brother had been talking about the girls at school and her brother had said that Pam was the one with the best ass.
Janie hadn't noticed it before, but she did this time as she walked behind Pam. She could see the way Pam's tight jeans were kissing her ass cheeks, and she saw the way the dungaree material was pushing into the crack of her ass. Yes, Janie thought, running all the asses she had seen in her life through her mind. As far as asses went, Pam was certainly doing fine.
Once they were in the bathroom, Pam locked the door and then walked to the window.
The two girls sat on the ledge and started to smoke, blowing it out the window so that it wouldn't smell up the halls.
"So, how have you been?" Janie asked. "Last time we talked we had something of a fight. About sex, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Pam said, blushing. Janie seemed to notice a complete change coming over Pam. "I was such a fool back then."
"Don't tell me that you've lost your virginity," Janie said, and she took a long toke on the joint and held the smoke in her lungs as she smiled brightly.
"Well, in a sense, Janie," she said. "Look, I used to think that you were a slut, talking about sex the way you did. But now I know better. I know that sex is where it's at, and...."
"Pam, that's the best news I've heard. I'm really proud of you. Finally lost your cherry to a man. Whoppee."
"No, not quite," Pam said, and suddenly Janie shut up. She could see that there was something serious going on in Pam's mind and now was not the time for joking. She reached over and stroked Pam's long hair. "Don't do that.".
"I want to, Pam. I want to make you feel relaxed."
"But that's exciting me. Don't do that. Don't you see?"
"No," Janie said, and she was sure that her tender hands were relaxing Pam. "Just calm down and tell me what you have to tell me."
"I can't calm down when you do that. Don't you understand? I'm gay. I love to make it with women and you're exciting me. Stop it."
Janie couldn't believe what Pam was saying, but she continued to stroke the girl's hair.
Pam was starting to tremble, and Janie, not really knowing what to do, decided to try and relax her more. She leaned over and suddenly planted her lips on Pam's. She pushed her tongue into Pam's mouth, and Pam started to moan.
Janie didn't even know what was making her do this, or why she was pursuing it. She had never thought of making love with another girl before, but suddenly, she had such a desire to lick Pam's rounded ass.
The best ass in the world.
And she started to realize just what was making her continue. It was sex, pure and simple. She loved sex and she was getting excited by touching Pam. There was no reason not to pursue it and let it happen.
No reason in the world. Not for a girl who had let herself get involved with water games. If she could do something like that, she could do something like this.
Janie moved her hand to Pam's somewhat flat chest and started to massage her small tits.
As she did, she felt something spectacular. She could feel Pam's nipples beginning to get stiffer and stiffer, and they were soon pressing through her blouse. Janie's fingers began to pull at the buttons fast, and she was happy to see that Pam was wearing no bra. She really didn't need one.
Her tits, although small, were so beautiful that Janie had to touch them. The dark brown nipples were so stiff, and Janie couldn't believe how much they were sticking out. As she moved her finger to one, she moved her lips to the other and began to suck.
"Janie," Pam moaned, moving her hand to Janie's tits and starting to rub them through her sweater, "please, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"Don't be ridiculous, Pam," Janie said nibbling a nipple. "I'd stop if I wanted to, you can rest assured."
Janie began to suck hard on the nipple, and as she pulled her mouth back she could see the tit flesh stretching. She loved that. At the same time, she let her hand wander down to Pam's pants and she unsnapped them.
She slipped her hand into Pam's dungarees and panties and could feel a small wet flood between the girl's legs. She started to slide her fingers into Pam's pussy and Pam spread her legs even more.
Then Janie slid down on the floor while Pam leaned back against the window ledge. Janie hooked her fingers into the elastic of Pam's panties and pulled them and the jeans down at the same time. She looked at the black-haired muff before her.
The hair was not that thick, and it reminded Janie of the way her mother's pussy had once looked, black hair and all. She could see visions of her mother in her mind, and she wanted to please that woman more than anything else in the world.
Janie moved her hands behind to cup Pam's perfect ass and then she buried her mouth in Pam's cunt. She started to lick the wet, black pussy lips, and Pam opened and closed her mouth to let out little gasping moans. That turned Janie on to no end, and she started to lick the black-haired girl harder.
She pushed her tongue into Pam's cunt and then started to flick her erect clit back and forth. Pam was getting hotter and hotter. The juices in her cunt were boiling, and Janie was waiting for the moment when they would flow out.
Janie had tasted cunt cream, but only her own, and only when it was mixed with her brother's come and he had eaten her and saved her a mouthful. She was eagerly looking forward to her first full taste, in excess, and she pinched Pam's ass hard and felt the girl's passion sweat on her palms.
"Oh, Janie," Pam said, moving her fingers to her nipples and pinching them hard to increase her pleasure, "you're incredible. It's like you've been licking cunt for years. You know how to do it so well."
Janie didn't know if she liked that cunt-lapping insinuation, but she thought that she would straighten it out later. She would tell Pam that this was her first cunt. It was just so easy knowing what to do, since she had a cunt of her own and knew just what it took to bring her pleasure.
She started to suck on Pam's clit, spreading the pussy lips with her fingers to get at it better, and then Pam's cunt started to spasm incredibly hard and her juices started flowing onto the floor.
Janie quickly opened her mouth and started to lick at them, and she loved the sweet satisfying taste. She could feel the cream sliding down her throat and she wanted more and more of it.
Pam held onto Janie's hair and started to thrust her cunt against Janie's face. Janie licked at the juices, but she was also keeping Pam's clit constantly stimulated and it wasn't long before Pam was flooding her face again.
Janie continued to lick the juices until she was just too stuffed, and then she fell to the floor and lay on her back. Pam sat on the window ledge, moving her hand between her legs and fingering her cunt, just to keep herself hot.
"Why didn't you tell me you were gay, too?" Pam asked.
"Because I'm not," Janie said. "That's why. I've made it with boys, too, you have to understand that. In fact, you're my first pussy."
"Well, you did it like you were experienced," Pam said, and she started to sink to her knees beside Janie.
"I guess that a girl is an experienced cunt-licker whether she wants to admit it or not, so long as she knows what's happening with the cunt she's licking."
Pam moved her hands over to Janie's tits and she started to massage them through her sweater. Janie could feel her nipples getting stiffer by the second and it wasn't long before Pam had pushed the sweater up over her tits.
She moved her mouth to Janie's nipple and began to flick her tongue out over it. Janie could feel her nipple bursting with delight and it started to throb with pleasure. Pam knew what was happening, and she moved her hand down to Janie's pants and slid her fingers in.
Janie spread her legs so Pam could start to finger her cunt, and she was moaning like crazy. Pam started to suck on her other nipple, and Janie moved her hands down to her own pants, unsnapped them and slid them down.
"There," she said, baring her cunt.
Now it was easier for Pam to move her fingers around, and soon she was finger-fucking Janie's hot pussy at a nice steady pace. Janie thrust her ass up and down off the floor every few seconds, just to get the fingers in deeper. She could feel her cunt beginning to spasm and as she started to come, Pam licked her way down.
"I wanna lick your ass," Janie said.
Pam straddled her cunt over Janie's face while she moved her mouth to the red-haired muff and began to lick it. Janie raised her head and was staring right at that lovely naked ass. She ran her hands over the two heart-shaped buttocks and then stuck out her tongue and began to lick and slurp at the sweaty white flesh.
"That feels super," Pam said, wiggling her ass.
Janie was quite pleased. She loved the taste of this ass, and as long as Pam was getting just as much pleasure from it, there was nothing wrong with it.
Janie could feel herself starting to come hard within the next few minutes and she arched her back off the floor so that her tits were pressing again's Pam's belly. She started to groan loud and she could feel Pam's long tongue lick ing her walls and stretching them as it probed.
Her cunt started to spasm harder and harder, and Janie thought that she was going to pass out. The only thing that was keeping her conscious was the lovely ass in front of her. She was holding onto it and licking it for support.
Finally, Janie could take it no longer and she just collapsed on the floor. Pam continued to lick her dry, and then she turned around and smiled at the lovely redhead. Janie smiled back.
"You have a beautiful cunt," Pam said.
"So I've been told. Never by another girl before, but when you think about it, I guess that counts even more."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I would imagine that in her lifetime, a woman gets to see more cunts than a man does. In dressing rooms at beaches and pool clubs, and places like that, I mean. So when a man says you have a nice cunt, chances are he hasn't seen too many in his life."
"I guess so," Pam said.
But Janie was still in a fog, staring at Pam's ass. She was thinking about what it would be like to give Pam an enema and watch her squirm. Pam had the perfect kind of ass. The kind that was just crying out for an enema.
Yet Janie was too scared to ask her. She didn't think that it was the kind of thing Pam would approve of. After all, it had taken Pam so long to come this far.
Pam started to dress and Janie lay on the floor, her clothes scattered about.
"What are you thinking?" Pam asked.
"Oh, nothing," Janie said. 'Tell me something, Pam. The truth, now. Have you ever been with a man?"
"No."
"Then how do you know that you would only like women? Really? You would think that a person would try something before making a statement like that. You say that you're gay, but men might turn you on as well."
"I guess so," Pam said. "But I don't know anyone who likes me enough."
Janie smiled. She was sure that her brother Dick would be more than willing to get into something with Pam. Pam the prude now was fast becoming Pam the hot pussy.
"Why don't you come over tomorrow night?" Janie said, knowing that it was Saturday and her father would be staying over at Vickie's.
"What for?"
"Because we're friends again and I think it would be good. Spending a Saturday night together means a lot for good friends."
"Okay," Pam said, and Janie got up and started to dress.
After Pam left, Janie sat in the bathroom for a few minutes and she started to think. Pam had been really terrific, and she had had her best orgasm since witnessing the enema scenes and trying to come to grips with them, even going so far as to experience them herself. But there was one other thing she wanted, and making it with Pam had just been a diversion to hide it from herself, she knew.
For she couldn't have what she wanted. It wasn't right for a girl to have her father. It just wasn't right!
CHAPTER FIVE
Vickie Lesser looked at herself in the mirror and was quite pleased with what she saw. It wasn't every day that a woman was going to have a marriage proposal thrown her way, and she was sure that was just what was in store for her.
She knew that Harrison Canfield was going to pop the question any day now, and when he did, she knew what her answer was going to be.
"Oh, Harrison," she was planning to say, "you can't be serious. I mean, well, I never expected anything like this. I'm completely overwhelmed and I don't know what to say, except that I'll think about it."
Her mother had always taught her not to be too eager with a man or else he would lose interest, and Vickie had always followed her mother's advice.
She looked at the way her long blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders and then flipped up so that it bounced when she walked. She blew herself a kiss.
All of herself. For she was standing in front of a full-length mirror, completely naked, analyzing her body to see if there were any unsightly sags.
She was happy to see that her tits were in perfect shape, raised high and sticking straight out. Her red nipples were perfectly centered on each firm mound of flesh. Her belly was flat, but her blonde-haired mound was raised, just the way a good pussy should be. And her pussy was a good pussy, she knew.
She ran her hands over her cunt lips and felt how wet they were. It was nothing unusual, she knew. Her cunt lips were always wet because she was always excited. Some people hated admitting to the fact that they might always be super-horny. She could always tell him how horny she was and he was always willing to satisfy her. He certainly wasn't like any of the other men she had had in her lifetime.
When she thought back to some of those men that she had, she could have screamed.
She looked at the reflection of her pussy in the mirror, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers so she could see the inner folds of her vagina. She felt terrible when she thought of the way she had been violated in her lifetime, particularly the first time. A girl never forgets the way she lost her cherry, especially when it was so brutal.
Vickie thought back to when she was a little girl. Her father had been a blue collar factory worker and had never been content with his life, so much so, that he ran off when Vickie was three.
Her mother had become a hooker because it was the only thing that she knew how to do. Vickie remembered how often her mother would sit down with her, when she got to be about ten, just to try and explain why she had to do all this.
"I have no education. I have no more family. I marry your father and think he will take care of me, and then he go." Vickie would always be so ashamed of her mother's broken English. "So I do what I know how to do best. Your father always tell me that I am good in bed, so I be good in bed for men who pay."
Vickie understood very well just what her mother was doing, but she never had anything to say about it. As long as there was money coming in, she didn't mind.
But then, one night, she heard someone creeping around in her room. She opened her eyes and saw the shadow of a man, and then her mother's shadow. She could hear the two of them whispering about something.
"It's all right, baby," her mother started saying to her. "Mommy just has a man here who wants to meet you."
She felt the man getting into bed with her, and then the covers were being pulled down. She gasped when she felt the man's hand running over her body, sliding up under her nightie so he was touching her naked flesh. The man started to move his hands to her hairless pussy, and she felt him starting to massage her cunt with his fingers.
"Spread your legs and let the nice man play with you," her mother said.
Vickie did just as she was told, even though she wasn't really feeling anything from the man's touch.
"I think I'll need some lubrication," the man said, and Vickie remembered looking between his legs and seeing his large cock.
Her mother was on the bed in less than five seconds, and she opened her mouth and started licking and slurping at the man's hard dick. Vickie looked at his face, with three day's stubble, and she was amazed by the way he looked. He seemed to be lost in this world of total pleasure, all because of the way her mother was licking that thing between his legs.
Vickie moved her hand down and caressed the man's hanging balls. She thought that they weighed quite a lot then.
"Okay," she heard him moaning, and then he pushed her mother's head away. His cock was glistening with her mother's saliva.
He spread Vickie's legs even more and then she saw what he was going to do. He was going to shove that thick cock into her slit. She didn't think that he'd ever be able to fit between her legs. He was so huge.
Vickie clutched her stomach and almost doubled over in pain in front of the mirror as she recalled the pain of that first thrust inside of her. His cock was lubricated with her mother's saliva, that was true, but her cunt was still too small and undeveloped. She could feel her walls stretching inside of her, and then feel those hard balls she had been holding only seconds ago pounding against her buttocks as he fucked her.
Vickie had started crying and her mother was there to hold her hand. But she couldn't help the pain that Vickie was feeling inside. No one could help that pain.
When she felt the man starting to pulsate in her cunt, stretching her tight tunnel even more, tears began to stream down her cheeks. The physical pain was more than she could bear, and she fainted before he came inside of her.
She remembered waking up and feeling something oozing onto her belly. At first, she didn't know what it was, or what the weight pressing on her body was. But then, she remembered the man.
It was his come that she had felt at first, for he had come inside of her and then pulled out to drip on her belly. But as he rested there and his cock began to shrink, she could feel something warm and wet on her belly.
The man was starting to piss on her, and Vickie remembered how she had wretched so much that the man rolled off before he was finished, fearing that she would vomit on him. As he rolled off she had a good look at his cock and the piss that was bubbling out of the slit on the raised cock head.
Her mother had started screaming at the man for messing up the sheets, and Vickie couldn't believe it. The woman didn't even seem to care about her and the pain she had suffered. Things changed then.
Vickie became a much stronger person after that, and she was sure that it was her strength which had scared so many men off.
She had made her mother promise never to subject her to anything like that again, and for a while, her mother obeyed her wishes. But then, when Vickie was sixteen, her mother asked her to prostitute herself once again.
"I can't run this house on my own," the woman said.
"Is that an ultimatum?" Vickie, now a curvacious young blonde woman, asked.
When her mother said that it was, Vickie had decided to pack up her bags and leave. She had a little money in the bank from some of her part-time jobs, and she left her mother at the bus station, never to see her again.
She came to New York, thinking that it was the place to be, and certainly a place for a girl interested in show business to start out.
Vickie hardly even realized that she was prostituting herself, but in different ways. She would go to auditions, and most directors would usually try to typecast her in the role of the dumb, stacked blonde.
However, she wasn't really good enough to be an actress, something that she didn't learn until too late in life. She put out many times in the hopes of landing that choice part, and the only thing she had to show for herself was a cunt full of come and three abortions.
Vickie would never forget what it was like the first time, mainly because she had been so completely naive that the director had used her any way he wanted. He had called her in the back to his office after auditions, and she was sure that he was going to cast her in a part.
He was a young black-haired man, and before she even sat down, he asked her to remove all her clothes, telling her that the show called for a complete nude scene. At first she was reluctant, but he convinced her with one line.
"Well, if you're too inhibited to strip in front of me, you certainly won't be able to do it in front of a whole audience. I'm sorry."
She had her blouse open before he was even finished, and soon she was standing bare-assed naked in front of him.
He stood up and walked over to her, then cupped her tit in his hand and tested it for its firmness by lifting it and then letting it fall. Her tits were so firm that they hardly even bounced.
They were more than a mouthful, and he couldn't wait to taste them.
It was evident to him that she was getting turned on because of the way her nipples began to stiffen. She could feel her pussy getting a little bit wet because of the way he was touching her.
When he moved his hands down to her muff, then slid his fingers into her pussy, she was jelly in his hand. Her knees started to buckle as his fingers found her clit and began to work it back and forth, and he positioned her so that she fell back against his table. She spread her legs and began to moan as he moved his mouth to her cunt.
Vickie would never forget how he had eaten her, because there was one thought going through her mind the entire time. He was eating her cunt and bringing her pleasure, but even more than that, he "was going to make her a star. After he was finished they would sign the contracts and she would go on to wealth and fame.
She wanted to ask him about it so many times, but she knew better than to interrupt him while he was eating her pussy.
Besides, it felt so good, she didn't want to disturb his concentration.
It wasn't hard for her to get lost in the feelings, or to overcome the pain that she had felt the first time. Vickie had just been smart. She had realized that it might be hard for her to have a normal sex life after losing her virginity in such a brutal manner, and so she had taken to masturbating herself often until she just learned to enjoy the feeling of an orgasm.
She convinced herself that the man who had fucked her first was just crazy.
And, she convinced herself that other men would be more gentle, the way the director was being as he sucked and licked her clit. When she started to come, he pulled his head away and then she felt him sticking his cock into her.
His hard-on was thick and raging and pulsing. He fucked her hard, but she was so wet and lost in the first orgasm that his fucking only added to her pleasure. She thrust her ass up and down off the desk again and again to try to keep him inside of her as deep as she could.
When she started to come again she felt him shooting his cream into her. He moved his mouth to hers and started to kiss her hard on the lips. His fingers moved to her stiff red nipples and he began to pull on them.
She moaned a little, then felt the lightning bolts strike her brain.
After he had finished coming inside of her cunt, he slid down between her legs and started to eat her out. He brought her to another sensational orgasm, and when she closed her eyes and colors exploded in her head, she could actually see visions of her name up in lights.
But those visions faded the next day. The director had told her to call him the next day so she could come in to sign the contracts. But when she called, his secretary said that she knew nothing about it.
She said that the part had already been cast. Vickie was sure that there was some misunderstanding, and it took her a while to realize that she had been fucked over.
It continued happening, again and again.
Once, she had met a businessman who said that he was going to invest in her and try to help her build a career. However, the only time he would talk about it was after they had fucked and he was waiting for his cock to get hard for a second round. Otherwise, he would make no mention of it.
Then one day, she got a call, and it turned out to be the businessman's wife. She said that she knew about everything that was going on and she wanted it to end.
Vickie hadn't even known that the man was married.
She continued to drift from one affair to another, sometimes taking money from her lovers in order to support herself, and sometimes going out to get temporary jobs. She never knew where her next paycheck was going to come from, or where she would get the money for next month's rent.
But it was things like that which kept her excited and made her life more interesting than the lives of most of the people she saw all around her.
Most of the people around her were stuck in a dull, nine-to-five routine, and she hated that. They all had secure jobs and knew just what they were aiming for. Some of them had even gotten what they wanted, while others still had their dreams to keep them going. Then, one day, she had a breakdown.
She just couldn't stand her life anymore. She wanted something secure, because as much as she loved her flighty life, she found herself worrying more and more about next month's rent. She wanted some kind of security.
She went to see a psychiatrist whom she thought straightened everything out for her.
"You say you like your lifestyle," he said to her, "but you see how insecure you are. I can see that you're the kind of woman who needs family life. The only reason you don't make one for yourself is because you're scared."
"Scared?"
"Your family was not a happy one. Your father left your mother, and look what she had to become. I can see that deep down, you have the fear that if you get married the same kind of thing might happen to you."
"You're right," Vickie said, suddenly realizing it all. "I'm just scared that if I get married, my husband will walk out on me."
"Well, that's the wrong kind of attitude to go into a marriage with, wouldn't you say? You have to think positively, you should know that."
"I do. I think. I do now."
"If you think negatively, then of course the marriage will go bad. And we can never tell how these things are going to work out anyway. It's the kind of thing where you have to take a risk. But you can take one, Vickie. It will be good for you."
It had taken her almost three years to meet a man like Harrison Canfield. She had met him when his secretary went on vacation and she had gotten a temporary job as her replacement. At first, she had been very attracted toward him, only she couldn't tell what his feelings toward her were.
One afternoon, she decided to try something. She walked into his office and told him that there was something wrong with her typewriter, then asked if he could come out to fix it.
She had left a sheet of paper in the typewriter with a note on it. The note said: T can't decide what's happening, but I think I'm falling in love with you. Could you be falling in love with me? Who knows?"
He looked at the note and then smiled. Then he turned to enter his office, but just before he did, he smiled at her.
"Miss Lesser, would you come in here to take a message?" he asked, and she was still unsure of what his reaction was.
When he winked at her, she knew just what he wanted. She followed him into his office and locked the door behind her.
"Did you want me for something?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, rubbing his crotch. It was easy for her to see that he had a huge hard-on under his pants, growing down the right leg. "There are certain things that you can help me take care of."
"Like what?"
"This unsightly bulge," he said.
And that was all he had to say. She was on her knees in a second, moving her hands to his fly, pulling open his zipper and taking his nine inch dick out of his pants. She couldn't believe how big he was, and she was very impressed with his thickness. She stuck her tongue out and started to lick the tip of his cock.
Harrison closed his eyes and moaned softly, then thrust his cock further back into her mouth. She opened as wide as she could to take him in, and once she had him all the way down to the root, with ease, she knew that she would be able to keep up with him.
He started to thrust in and out of her mouth hard, holding onto her long hair.
He could feel her brushing her nose through his brown pubic hair each time he thrust all the way in, and she remembered how much he was getting off on that. But she was getting off on it just as much. She could smell his strong manly odor getting stronger and stronger, and the smell was only making her homier and homier. It was almost like an aphrodisiac.
Her cunt was tingling even while she sucked his cock, and she couldn't help thinking that Harrison was the one. She knew that he was a widower of a few years, so she didn't have to worry about being fucked over by a married man.
And she could sense how much comfort she was bringing to him. She was sure that he hadn't had this land of comfort since his wife had died, and even more sure that as long as she could continue to provide him with this kind of comfort he would be hers.
He moved his hands down to her tits and started to stroke them, and she could feel her nipples perking up and getting harder and harder.
Just as he was about to come, he pulled out of her mouth and she felt him spurting his white cream all over her face. She let it drip onto her lips and she loved the way it tasted, moaning the whole time just to let him know how she felt.
After he had finished coming, he helped her to her feet and then started to strip her, kissing each area of naked flesh as he stripped her and exposed it. She loved the way he kissed and sucked her nipples.
Then he sunk to his knees and began to eat her pussy. Vickie couldn't remember feeling better than that first time when Harrison had started to eat her. He was going at her with such enthusiasm and his tongue was so long and skillful that he had her coming in less than a minute.
He held on to her ass with both hands because he could feel her legs buckling.
Then, just as she was about to reach an orgasmic high, he told her to turn around and lean forward. She didn't care that her hanging tits were sweating all over the work he had on his desk because he didn't seem to care much either.
She felt him probing her pussy from behind with his cock, and then he started to enter her. He slid his fingers around to her cunt and started to finger her from the front to keep her clit constantly stimulated.
Vickie would never forget how she came that first time, not only because of his thrusting cock, but even more, because of the way his hot balls were hitting her in the ass the whole time. She loved the feeling of his wet matted pubic hair brushing against her buttocks each time he thrust in as well.
When she came and she started to moan loud, he began to laugh.
"My wife used to be the same way," he said to her. "I can't help but remember her through you. You don't look the same, but you're as hot as she was when we used to fuck each other. Maybe hotter."
When he started to pump his come into her cunt, she came all over again.
As she stood in front of the mirror admiring her naked body now, she could see how wet her pussy lips were getting. She moved her fingers down between her legs and gracefully started to finger herself. She could feel her clit swelling to its erect size and she started to pinch it and wiggle it back and forth.
As she did, she thought of the way Harrison touched her body and made her come over and over again. There was no one in the world like him. He treated her well and she gave him all her love in return.
She just hoped that she would make a good impression on his children because she knew that was going to count a lot. She was looking forward to the prospect of becoming an instant mother with two teenaged children, and she only hoped that they were well behaved and liked her as much as she was planning to like them.
Vickie drove her fingers deeper and deeper into her blonde-haired cunt, and she could feel her pussy starting to spasm. It had been such a long time since she had ever done anything like this. Masturbation had only been for those times when she was alone and she had no one.
Now she had Harrison.
He was everything a woman could want in a man, she thought. Strong, handsome, and to say that he was only virile was "an understatement. He had a cock that just never seemed fo want to go down.
She knew just how to satisfy that dick, too, and that was one of the reasons why she got along with him so well.
Vickie's juices started to roll down her cunt and onto her fingers, and she felt her legs buckling beneath her. She sank to her knees but kept her fingers in her cunt the whole time, until she was lying on her back with her legs spread. She humped her ass up and down off the floor and felt her fingers moving deeper and deeper.
When her orgasm was over, she licked her lips.
Harrison made her feel better than her own fingers, she decided, for although the orgasm had been okay, she was looking forward to that night when he would come over and make love to her. She knew she would melt in his arms.
For she was willing to do anything for him. Anything....
CHAPTER SIX
Janie had been pretty silent during the whole meal Friday night, and Dick was beginning to suspect that something was up.
"All right," he said to her, "I want you to tell me why you've been acting like such a bitch this week."
"What? Where do you get off calling me a bitch?"
"Just think how bad you're making dad feel.
When you made that remark about Vickie never being able to take the place of mom, you really hurt him. Then you ran out of here, crying your fucking eyes out. And you haven't talked to him about it since."
"Why should I?" Janie asked.
"I should think that you'd want to apologize."
"Apologize. What should I apologize for?"
"For being such a bitch about it. Look, I've spoken with dad, and I've told him that if he wants to get married, it's okay with me. I don't see why you shouldn't do the same. Why not?"
"Because no one will take the place of mother."
"I'm sure that she's not going to try to take the place of mother, believe me. She's just going to be our new mother."
"And daddy's new lover."
Dick looked at her, and he was beginning to get more and more suspicious. He had never thought about it before, but somehow, it was becoming more and more evident to him that Janie was in love with their father.
Dick was also thinking about the wet suit and what had happened with Janie two days ago. He hadn't said anything to his father about the suit, but he wondered why it was even in the house in the first place.
He had never thought about bathrooms being used for anything else other than a piss, shit, shower or shave. Now, his father's bathroom seemed to be on its way to becoming the best playground in the house.
"Do you think there's anything wrong with daddy having a new lover?" he asked her. "You seemed to be okay on that a few days ago."
"Yes," Janie said. "If she doesn't come to live here. I don't think I could bare watching him and another woman...."
Janie tried to shut up, realizing that she had already let too much slip out. But Dick was very smart, and he picked up on it immediately.
"You watched mom and dad fucking, didn't you? You saw it happen."
"No," Janie said, but she was never a very good liar. She was good at playing games when she wanted to, but when someone applied pressure to her, she just couldn't seem to hold out.
"Yes you did," Dick said. "And now, I can even see when it must have happened. There was that time when you were so uptight about sex. I remember what it was like."
"No, that's not true," Janie said.
"Tell me, is that where you got the idea for the rubber suit? I mean, did you ever see mom wearing it?"
Janie pushed her chair out from under the table, and Dick could tell that she was angry. But still, it could have been her game.
"I don't have to answer any of these questions," she said to him, standing up. "What the hell do you think you are, a lawyer?"
She ran out of the kitchen, where the two of them were sitting. Dick listened to the sound of her footsteps as she ran up the hall, and he had no doubt in his mind where his sister was going.
He heard his father's bedroom door slamming shut, and he got up and started to walk upstairs. By the time he made it to the bathroom, he could hear the water running and he knew that Janie was filling up the bathtub.
He opened the door and saw her sitting at the edge of the tub. She was already naked and he loved the way her long red hair was hanging down her back. He also loved the crack of her ass which he could see.
"Janie, what are you doing?" he asked.
As he moved closer, he could see. She was holding the enema bag in the bath and letting it fill with water. She was sitting on the hose and he had no doubt in his mind that she had the nozzle inserted up her asshole, especially from the way she was shifting around. She was filling herself with water.
"Janie," he said, moving closer, "what are you doing?"
He touched her, and she jumped for a second.
"I can't find the rubber suit," she said, looking on the back of the door. Dick looked over, too, and he could see that the suit was gone. He was sure that his father must have hidden it somewhere. "I can't find the suit so I have to use only the enema. It's the only thing here that will make me like her."
"What? Make you like who?"
Dick was getting horny just watching his sister, and he could feel his cock beginning to throb in his pants. He moved his hand down her shoulder, and kneeled beside her.
"It will make me like mother," Janie said, smiling at him. "Mother used to get enemas from daddy all the time, you know. They used to love it. I wanted to know why they loved it so much, and now I do."
"Why?"
"Because it relaxes you and it makes you feel good, that's why."
Dick let his hand move to her inner thigh, and he could feel a wetness there. Janie was obviously getting very turned on by the enema, to the point where her cunt was beginning to get wet without any other kind of stimulation.
"So," Dick said to her, "now you know why they did it. Is there anything else that you want to know?"
"I want to fuck daddy," Janie said.
Dick couldn't believe what she was saying, and he attributed it to the fact that she seemed to be lost in some kind of a daze. If she had been in her right frame of mind, he knew, she would never say anything like that.
"You don't mean that," he even said to her, moving his hand up her thigh.
"Why don't I mean it? Is there something wrong with it?"
"It's incest."
"And what do you call what we're doing? she asked. "Don't you see? I want to feel what mother felt with his cock. I have to experience that."
"But....
"And I'll never be able to feel it with that woman here."
"Why are you saying this?"
"And you know what else?" she asked him, looking at him with almost pitiful eyes. "You have to understand that she's not going to let us fuck each other anymore."
"How do you know that?"
"She'll watch everything that we do, that's how I know it. She's going to keep her eyes on us. She'll want to become such good friends with us and so she'll watch us like a hawk. Things won't be the same."
"That's crazy," Dick said.
Janie moved her hand to his fly and unzipped it. As she did that Dick started to strip off his shirt. He had been thinking about getting his sister that night and he was glad that she had made the overtures. He let his shirt fall to the floor and then stepped out of his pants.
By that time, Janie had his cock in her hand and she was rubbing her hand back and forth over the shaft.
"You're not as big as daddy, but you're quite big anyway," she said.
"Janie, do you have that enema in you now?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "My ass is filled to the brim. I don't want to take the nozzle out because I'm afraid that I'm going to leak. Do you think that I'd leak if I took the nozzle out, Dickie?"
"No," he said.
He watched her pull it out and saw a little trickle of water running out of her asshole. But then, she seemed to control her muscles in some way to the point where it stopped. Dick moved his hand down to her ass and massaged her buttocks.
"Janie, you have to get this thought of making it with daddy out of your head. He's found himself a new lover, soon to be his wife, so forget it."
"Will you satisfy me then, brother?" she asked, grabbing at his balls so hard that she scared him a little bit.
"I'll try."
"Then piss on me," she said, holding his cock so that it was directed at her. "What?"
"Daddy used to piss on mother. You've done it to me. Go ahead."
Dick couldn't believe that she wanted it, but he had a lot of piss inside of him. As the yellow liquid started to spurt from his prick, she moved him up and down so that he was drenching her tits and cunt with the piss. She didn't move it near her face, and he was glad. He had read somewhere about people who love to drink piss and he thought that he would lose his erection if Janie ever started doing anything like that to him.
When his cock was drained of piss, Janie opened her mouth and started to suck him. He could feel a taut stiffness in his dick the minute she stuck her tongue out and licked his cock head.
He started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, and he was just about to come when she pulled away.
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked him.
"Yes, if that's what you want."
"I want it, but we don't have the rubber suit. I wish that we had the rubber suit here. It would be so good."
He didn't know why she wanted the suit that much, but he didn't care.
For when Dick's cock was raging hard the way it was, all he could think about was immediate satisfaction. He sunk down to his knees and then made his sister lie on her back, right by the edge of the tub.
He spread her legs and fingered her pussy a little bit.
"Look at how well I'm holding the water in," she moaned, as her pussy started to spasm and cream. "Daddy would be so proud. I remember the way he used to make mother hold the water in. Well, mother was the one who wanted to. It was a test. You see how I can pass the test, too."
He had to admit that she was doing a good job holding that water in. Dick knew how all the muscles in his body relaxed at the point of orgasm, and he was sure that if he ever came with an enema in his ass, the water would just shoot right out.
But Janie was managing to do a sensational job in holding the water in.
Dick moved his cock head closer to her cunt and then thrust inside of her. He could feel the water shaking in her ass as he started to thrust in and out of her, and she started to moan louder than ever.
"Oh, daddy," she said, and when Dick looked, he could see that she had her eyes closed. She was really into a fantasy number then. "Oh, daddy, fuck me."
Dick didn't know what else to do but fuck her. If she thought that he was her father, it was really okay with him. Only he was sure that his sister was going to have to work this desire out afterwards.
He just didn't think that his father would ever fuck her, and if she went through life desiring him, she was going to just fuck herself up. He could feel his cock beginning to pulsate in her cunt, and he slowed down a little.
"That's nice, daddy," she moaned. "Nice and slow."
Dick wanted to say something to her, but he knew that the minute he spoke and she heard his voice, he would break her fantasy. He didn't want to do that, especially since her cunt was responding so well to his fucking.
She was wiggling her ass around like she was on fire, and that was only making the water move inside of her. She was bloated with water, and Dick could only associate the feeling with that feeling he had when he once fucked a water balloon.
He had thought that the movement of the water, along with the rubbery texture of the balloon would feel super around his cock, and so he had fucked the water balloon until he came.
Her cunt was much hotter, however, and her pussy muscles were spasming around his hard dick so much that it was better than any balloon.
"Oh, daddy, pinch my nipples," she moaned, and Dick moved his fingers to her heaving tits and grabbed on to her pink beauties.
When he pinched them, she started to come again, and he was quite amazed at how tight her cunt spasms were. He thought that her spasming pussy was going to cut his cock right off, but he kept moving all the same because there was a certain point between pain and pleasure that he was fast approaching.
He could feel it all the way in the pit of his balls. He could feel them churning and getting hotter and hotter the more he fucked her. When his cock started to spasm she was moaning hard, and yelling for him to come.
"Oh, daddy, shoot your come into my cunt. I'm ready to take all that you have. Thrill me and fill me, and chill me."
Dick felt his cock getting tense inside of her cunt and he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on holding back for even a few seconds longer.
But he had past the point of holding back, and his cock started erupting inside of her, filling her with thick loads of come that shot out in long streams. Janie could feel the come shooting up her tunnel and filling her cunt with a heat like she had never felt before.
She arched her ass up off the tile floor and slapped her cunt against his crotch so that his shooting cock was deep inside of her.
Dick didn't mind not moving inside of her as he was coming because her spasming cunt muscles were just about squeezing the come out of him anyway. He gasped for breath as he felt all the energy leaving him through his dick, and after he had shot off a fourth ejaculation, his dick began to go limp.
Janie clung to him, wrapping her arms around his back and her legs around his ass. He could see that she had managed to hold all of the enema in her ass, and was still doing so. That amazed him. He had to give her some credit for it.
Janie reached for his hair and then pulled his face to hers. He kissed her hard on the lips, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She started to suck on his tongue so hard that he could feel his cock beginning to rise again in her cunt. Nothing like this had ever happened before.
In all the years that he had been fucking his sister, he could never remember her being so hot She had always turned him on before, but never this much. He felt himself getting another full erection in less than five minutes, and as soon as his cock was fully hard, she started him thrusting again.
Dick was so pleased, and now he could understand why certain people called cocks a pleasure pole. Never in his life had he felt so much intense pleasure from his cock before. It was just one continuous feeling.
Janie's body was still pretty wet from his piss, but he didn't even seem to mind that too much. Dick started to roll over to the side so that Janie would be on the top.
The only thing was, he rolled the wrong way, and the two of them splashed into the large bathtub. As soon as Dick felt the water around him, he realized that he was going to have to stand up fast.
Once he was on his feet it was easy for Janie to continue riding up and down on his cock. It was almost like she was floating in the water as she moved, and when Dick felt some water rushing into her cunt and making his cock tingle, he loved it.
He had never fucked her in a bathtub before, but he was getting into the feeling of it fast. It seemed as if she was letting all the enema water run out of her ass now that she was in water, but he could also feel a rush of water moving into her cunt each time he thrust in.
It only turned Dick on more, and when his cock started to pulsate again as he was working his way toward orgasm, he knew that this was going to be the orgasm of his life. He closed his eyes and started to bite on her neck as his cock started to shoot its cream into her cunt.
Janie's spasming pussy just continued to spasm so Dick had no idea as to how many orgasms she had. But he knew that it was more than ever before, and he couldn't help but think about the water and how erotic it made everything.
Dick cupped Janie's ass in his hands as his dick started going limp.
He moved his lips to Janie's and kissed her all over the face. It wasn't until she opened her eyes and saw that it was her brother that she pulled away.
"Dick, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? I've been fucking you. Don't you know that?"
"Why, yes," she said, but he knew she was lying.
"No you don't. You really thought that I was daddy, didn't you? Janie, you're going to have to do something about that idea. You can't keep thinking that one day you and daddy are going to make it together. It's just not going to happen."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
She kicked her feet off the side of the tub and started to float away from him on her back. His cock fell from her-cunt and floated in the warm water. Dick started to swim alongside his sister.
"Janie, daddy's going to get married. He's bringing the woman home on Sunday so she can spend the day. Now you'd better act civil toward her or else I'm going to tell daddy what you think about. And you know what he'll do?"
"What?"
"He'll probably send you to a shrink and then everyone will think that you're crazy. Do you understand me?"
Janie looked at him and hated him for a second. She still wanted her father and there was nothing that Dick was going to say to make her change her mind. But she knew that she didn't have to tell him that. It was so much easier to lie.
"All right," she said. "And now, I have to tell you what I have planned for tomorrow night. I invited my friend Pam over. Pam the prude is now one hot little number and I want you to have her."
"She thinks she's a cunt-slurping freak, and I think she needs a little corrective dick. Namely, yours, my brother, my lover!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harrison Canfield stepped out of the shower and was pleasantly surprised to see that Vickie was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, naked. He reached over to touch her ass but she pulled away.
"Don't touch," she said. "I don't want to get all wet."
She held up her hand and looked at the engagement ring on her finger. Harrison had given it to her last night over dinner, and she had been bubbling with excitement.
Harrison reached for a towel and started to dry himself off. He had so many things on his mind, but first and foremost was explaining his fetish to Vickie.
He would never forget how beautiful last night had been. First, they had had dinner in one of the swankiest restaurants in the city, and he had given her the ring just before dessert.
They had drunk two bottles of champagne and were both giddy and drunk. When she tried on the ring, then leaned over to kiss him on the lips, she let her hand wander up his thigh until it was resting on a hard bulge.
She squeezed his cock under the table, and Harrison was ready to fuck her right then and there. Of course, he knew better. He certainly couldn't make a scene like that in the middle of the restaurant.
Once they were in the cab on their way back to her apartment, she had been a little more forward. Cabbies expected that kind of thing, so Harrison didn't mind when she started to kiss his cock through his pants.
In fact, when he looked up at the cab driver and saw him looking in the rearview mirror, the man winked at him. He knew what was going on and he was having a great time watching it.
Nothing had really happened until they arrived in Vickie's apartment. As soon as he opened the door, she was on her knees. He had to slam the door closed before anyone saw her grabbing at his crotch and trying to pull his cock out of his pants as fast as she possibly could.
She had started to suck him off, and as she did, he thought about the large box that he had brought over to her apartment earlier in the evening. She had been in the bedroom getting ready, so she didn't even know that it was there.
But the enema bag was waiting for her, if she would only agree to go along with it. As she sucked and slurped at his cock, however, he just didn't know if he could ask her to do it.
He kept thinking that it would be so much easier to wait until he and Vickie arrived at the house and she got to see the bathroom. There was something about the size of the master bathroom that would impress anyone. He was sure that if she saw it, then found out what he wanted, she would be more than willing to comply.
Somehow, though, the thought of water flowing into her ass was making him hornier and hornier, and he knew that was one of the reasons why he had come in her mouth so fast. Usually, he was able to hold back a little bit longer, but visions of Vickie's filled ass made him shoot fast.
She didn't even seem to notice however, for she just sucked at his cock until she had drained him completely.
While she was in the bedroom, 'slipping into something more comfortable,' he opened the box that he had hidden under the couch and looked at the rubber enema bag. He had such a tremendous desire to fill it, but he just couldn't do it.
He started thinking about it more then. He was starting to wonder if maybe the whole thing wasn't sick.
He thought about Anita. The only reason she had gotten into enemas was because she had been physically ill and the doctor had recommended them. He remembered how the thought of the enemas used to make him sick, until that one time when she had filled the bag with orange juice and made him give it to her.
And then the change had come over him. Then, he had realized how erotic an enema could be, and how much fun water could be when you were fucking.
It was something that so few people were into and he missed it a great deal. He hadn't gotten into any kind of water scene since his wife had died and the thought of getting into one with Vickie made his cock hard.
By the time she had come out of the bedroom, he had slipped the box back under the couch and he had stripped himself completely. His cock was hard again so that when she sat down beside him and started to stroke him, he felt nothing but pleasure.
"Do you think your children will love me?" Vickie asked.
"Yes," he said, reaching for her tit. He had no intention of telling her about the way Janie had been acting. It would only put her more on guard when she met them.
"Good. Oh, Harrison, I want to be a good wife."
As he dried himself off and watched Vickie putting her make-up on, Harrison started to realize that when she had talked about being a good wife, he should have suggested it then.
"If you want to be a good wife," he knew he should have said, "then you would do anything that I want you to do. I want you to take this enema."
Instead, he had let his cock take control. She had been caressing him so gently that he had just spread his legs and closed his eyes and let her do all the talking. He did let his fingers wander all over her body, especially over her tits and her blonde-haired pussy.
But when she moved her mouth down to his cock again and started to suck on his balls, there was no way that he was going to ask her to take an enema. He could imagine what she would do and what she would say.
"You're crazy. That's sick. That's the sickest thing that I've ever heard in my life. No, I won't do it."
And so, because of those fears, he hadn't asked her all night. He had let her suck his balls for almost an hour, until his cock was swelling with the anticipation of coming. He knew that she could have sucked him off again and again that night, but he didn't let her.
When he was about to come he told her so, then told her that he wanted to fuck her pussy. They got into a discussion about it, but he won.
"Look, now that you're my fiancee, I want to see if you fuck any different from when you were just my girlfriend," he told her.
Of course, his nipple-pinching fingers had convinced her to let him fuck her just as much as anything else. Her cunt was so wet when he entered her that he thought he was going to come a few seconds after penetration.
He managed to hold out longer than that, however.
He fucked her for a good half an hour before he felt his cock beginning to pulsate hard, and then he just shot off inside of her.
When they arrived in her bedroom that night, she wanted him to fuck her again. But Harrison was just too tired. It was Friday night and he had worked a long week.
"I hope you're not this tired when we marry," she said to him, jokingly.
"Baby, you'd better get used to it twice a night, and three times on Sunday."
She had fallen asleep pretty fast, but he had been awake most of the night. He knew that he couldn't jump into this marriage until he told her about his fetish and made sure she would go along with it, but he just couldn't bring himself to tell her.
He had the most preposterous thoughts about it too. He wished that all of a sudden she would decide to tell him that she was into enemas, and that would solve anything. However, there was very little hope that she would do something like that.
He watched the rise and fall of her naked tits and she slept peacefully that night, and he had finally fallen asleep himself at about four in the morning. He woke up with this pleasant feeling his his groin, and when he opened his eyes he could see that Vickie was already sucking his cock. "
He didn't want to tell her that what he had was nothing more than a piss hard-on, something he woke up with every morning. She seemed to think that he woke up with a hard-on because he had thoughts of her, and as long as she thought that, he knew there was no reason to let her know the truth.
She sucked him off to a very satisfying orgasm, and by the time he came his whole body was a mass of sweat. He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her hard on the lips, then went down on her and ate her to orgasm.
While she had been in the shower cleaning herself, he was lying on the bed, thinking about walking into the shower with the filled enema bag.
But that, he knew, wouldn't work.
So he had showered after she did, and as he now finished drying himself off, he moved his dry hands to her smooth ass cheeks and cupped them. He pinched her buttocks and then kissed her on the neck.
"You're beautiful," he said. "You'll be a beautiful bride."
"I hope so," she said. "Although I'll feel like such a hypocrite dressed in virginal white, don't you think?"
"It's all symbolic," he said to her. "I'm sure that no one is going to care whether you're a virgin or not."
"I wish I was."
"What?"
"I mean, I wish that you would have been the first man I ever had. I bet that you wish the same thing."
"Now what ever makes you say something like that?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, dabbing on some mascara. "Maybe it's because you told me that Anita was a virgin, and when you talked about that you seemed to have such a sense of pride, knowing that you had broken her."
"Well, I did," he said. "But Anita was just a kid when I met her. You were already a mature woman. I couldn't very well expect you to be a virgin."
"I know," she said, wiggling her ass so that his squeezing hands felt better. "But still, I wish otherwise. If there's anything that I can do to make up for it, I want you to let me know."
"Do you really mean that?" he asked her.
"Would I say something to you like that if I didn't mean it?" she said right back, then reached behind and started to stroke his limp dick.
Of course, his dick didn't stay limp too much longer because of the soft and tender manner in which she handled him, and Harrison pressed his cock between her two fleshy ass cheeks for even more comfort.
She started to moan softly as he moved his Ups to her neck and began to suck on her tender white skin.
He moved his hands to her tits and cupped the two fleshy mounds, then started to squeeze the tit flesh and hippies. The time was right, Harrison couldn't help thinking. She was completely under his power now, and all he had to do was make her a little more vulnerable before springing his surprise.
He let his hand wander down to her blonde pussy patch, then to her red and wet pussy lips. He began to stroke her lips softly and they parted, allowing his fingers to explore her innermost regions.
His fingers moved to her clit immediately and started to frig it back and forth. He could tell that her knees were beginning to buckle, but it was all good. Her up and down movements were causing friction and making his cock even more comfortable as it rested between her ass cheeks.
Harrison waited until he felt her pussy starting to spasm lightly, then brought her along just the tiniest bit more, and finally pulled his fingers out and continued to stroke her lips. He knew how much her cunt wanted him now, but he wasn't planning to finger-fuck her again. Not yet.
"There is something I want you to do," he said, kissing his way to her ear and breathing hard so his warm breath soothed her. "What?"
"I'll be right back."
Harrrison turned and ran out of the bathroom. His hard cock was bobbing up and down and he rubbed it, just to bring himself some momentary pleasure. He knew what was in store for him soon and knew that his cock would get enough stimulation then.
Harrison pulled the box out from under the couch, opened it and took out the orange rubber enema bag. He held it up and admired the cool shape of it, then turned and ran back down the hall to the bathroom.
Vickie, by this time, had come out of her sexual passion and was still drying her hair in front of the mirror. When he got there, he held up the enema bag.
"This is what I want you to do," he said to her.
"What? What is that?"
"It's an enema bag," he said to her. "I want to fill your ass with water and then fuck you while you try to hold it in."
"Why do you want to do that?" she asked, and he was rather pleased with her calm attitude toward the whole thing.
"I used to do it with my wife, Anita. I'll never forget the first time she made me do it to her. She was wiggling around on the floor like crazy, loving every minute of it I don't know why I grew to love it so much, but I did."
"Harrison," Vickie said, turning to him and acting as calm as possible, "is that all you're asking me to do for you? Is that the only catch?"
"What do you mean, catch? I don't quite understand."
"Well, I always suspected that there was something you were holding back from me. I don't even know what made me feel that way, but there was something A woman's intuition, you might call it, or something like that. I've been fucked over by men so many times. Some were married and lied to me. Some promised they would do things for me and then forgot all about me.
"You see, I've lived a long hard life, Harrison Canfield. I'm thirty-five now and I think that I deserve a rest. I want someone to love me and I want to love someone back. I want some kind of security."
"Vickie, what are you trying to say?" Harrison asked, because he was actually beginning to lose his hard-on. All this talk was making him believe that this might be the end of his relationship with Vickie Lesser. He didn't want it to end like this, but he seemed to think that was where the conversation was leading.
"It means, Harrison, that if that's all you want from me, of course I'll do it. I mean, I'll give it a try. Really! I love you so much, and need you so much, that if you're into it, I want to get into it, too."
What was fast becoming a limp dick suddenly started to rise with pleasure. Both Harrison and Vickie looked between his legs as his nine inch cock began to get harder and harder, and Vickie reached out and began to stroke his shaft.
Harrison moaned softly as he began thrusting his dick back and forth in Vickie's hand, but at the same time, he moved closer to the sink and began to fill the enema bag, making sure that the water was warm and soothing. Anita might have liked ice cold orange juice enemas, but Harrison was sure that warm would be better for a first time.
The bag got larger and larger as it filled with water, and when it was finally full, Harrison shut off the tap and turned to his new wife-to-be.
"Lie down on the floor," he said to her. "Lie down and let me fill your ass with this warm, soothing water. Remember that it's warm to make you feel comfortable. Try not to feel uncomfortable."
"Anything, Harrison," Vickie said.
She lay down and spread her legs for him, still holding onto his cock for some kind of support. Harrison pushed her legs up over her head so that he could get a better view of her asshole. He could also see the nicest view of her cunt and his dick throbbed in her hand when he thought about how great it was going to be fucking that cunt.
Harrison started to massage her asshole first, not wanting to give her any pain with an initial nozzle-thrust. He figured that once her ass muscles were relaxed enough he would be able to slide the nozzle in without any kind of lubrication. He could feel her ass muscles relaxing, and he slid his fingers in deeper and deeper because of it.
Vickie was beginning to get into the finger-fuck, and she started to wiggle her ass in anticipating excitement.
"Harrison, I really think I'm ready now," she told him.
He smiled at her lovingly, then pulled his finger out and shoved the nozzle in its place. He turned the spigot of the hose and the warm water began to flow into her ass in warm, wet torrents. Vickie closed her eyes and Harrison could tell that she was getting into the relaxed feeling of the enema. He knew what an enema felt like, having had a few during his life with Anita.
His cock throbbed even more, and Vickie squeezed him harder.
"Do you like it?" he asked, seeing a drop leaking from her ass and moving his finger over to rub it away.
"Like it? I think I love it," she said to him.
As she continued to fill, Harrison moved his finger to her pussy and slid it right in to her clit. He started to wiggle her love button back and forth and he could feel her cunt start to get hotter and hotter by the second.
He decided to try and work her up to one orgasm with his fingers, just so he could enter a spasming cunt and bring his cock even more pleasure.
He pulled the enema nozzle out of her ass, seeing as how the bag had emptied, then lay her flat on the floor.
"Try to hold it in now, honey," he said.
"I know I can do it," she said. "I'll do it to prove that I love you."
He slid two more fingers into her cunt and began to rub them against her wet pussy walls, stretching them at the same time. He could i feel her beginning to spasm lightly and he moved his mouth to her cherry-red nipple and began to suck on it. That got her hotter and he could soon feel her pussy spasming tightly.
He looked down on the floor and was pleasantly surprised to see that she hadn't let one single drop of water leak.
Then he positioned himself between her legs and started to rub his cock head against her cunt lips. He could feel her wet juices beginning to lubricate his rod and so he pushed himself deeper into her pussy, but still not all the way. Vickie's cunt lips were grasping around his shaft and her pussy walls were spasming around his cock head and bringing him the most sensational pleasures.
He thrust all the way into her until he heard his belly slapping against hers. She started to come even harder, and Harrison began to thrust in and out just' as hard. Her cunt was going wild, and it was almost like a test for him to see just how much of this terrific fuck he could take before he came.
His cock was already getting tense and he could feel his balls churning. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he started to pump his seed into her hot pussy, but he didn't care about that.
For he knew that she had come, many times already. And he could feel the water in her ass as he rode her cunt with his pumping cock. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered how much he loved her, then moved his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. The only part of his body that moved then was his hips as they pumped up and down and sent his cock thrusting back and forth in her cunt.
When he started to pulsate hard, he didn't even try to slow down. There were times when you knew that the first orgasm you were approaching was just too good to let go, and this was one of those times as far as Harrison was concerned.
He started to empty his seed into her cunt and she bit on his Up and dug her long nails into his back. But he was loving every minute of it.
His cock continued pumping into her for a long time and when he finally rolled off her, he was happy to see that there wasn't even a puddle around her ass. She had held in every last drop of water.
She quickly got up and ran to the toilet to piss, and as he lay on the floor he started thinking.
"You're wonderful," he said. "I have a great idea. Let's go out for an early dinner and head back for my house tonight. I have the greatest bathroom there."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janie was so glad that she had found the wet suit. She had started searching her father's bathroom Saturday morning when Dick went out to play ball with some of his friends. She knew that you couldn't hide a suit that large, and figured that her father had probably put it in one of the closets.
She had searched his bedroom closet but hadn't found it there, and then she had started opening and closing certain closets in the bathroom. Finally, she came to one that she had just never noticed before, and the reason she paid so much attention to this one was because it was locked.
Janie couldn't understand why her father would keep a door in the bathroom locked, but then she started to think that there must have been other watersport goodies in there. The next step involved, was finding the key, since she knew that she couldn't very well break the lock. Her father would certainly notice that.
It had taken her almost an hour to find the key, but she had found it hidden under some of her father's underwear in his dresser. There was a large key chain with a few keys, and she tried them all until she found the right one.
Janie. gasped when she opened the closet door. There was more than one rubber suit there, and even though they were basically cut the same, there seemed to be different clasps in different places. She realized that these clasps enabled her father to tie up her mother in all kinds of ways, and that fascinated her more and more.
She also saw a wide variety of enema bags.
Janie just took the one suit out that she had worn many times already. She was sure that the black wet suit would be enough to keep Pam bound while her brother worked the girl over. Janie was sure Pam wouldn't mind, and as far as she was concerned, she was doing her friend a favor.
After all, she didn't want Pam going around thinking that she was a dyke. She wanted the girl to know one way or another, and Dick had already said that he would go along with the game, especially when he heard that it was Pam.
"I'll fuck her doggie-style so I can grab a little of that great ass," he told his sister. "I can hold on to those hot ass cheeks."
Janie had smiled at him then. She knew that her brother was beginning to think that she was crazy, but she didn't much care. She was having a good time, and that was all that mattered.
Only one thing still bothered her. She didn't like the idea that her father was planning to remarry, and she had no intention of acting hospitable to Vickie. She knew that Vickie was going to turn out to be some prude, and the bitch would probably want to change a lot of things around the house.
Janie liked things just the way they were and saw no need for change.
Later that night, Janie made her brother Dick a nice, juicy steak, telling him that she wanted to give him some energy so his cock would be nice and hard in order to satisfy Pam. She and her brother had arranged things well. Her brother was going to stay in his room so that Pam wouldn't even know he was home. Janie was sure that she could get Pam to go swimming with her in her father's tub, and she ws even more sure that she would be able to tie Pam up.
Of course, both of them were under the assumption that their father was going to be staying in Manhattan overnight. They didn't expect him back until the next morning.
When Pam arrived, Janie could tell that she was a little uncomfortable, but Janie just leaned over and gave her black-haired friend a long, tender kiss on the lips. She moved her hand to Pam's crotch and pressed hard.
"I'm so glad you could come. Do you have any smoke?"
"Sure," Pam said.
"Good, let's go up to my father's bathroom and smoke it, okay?"
"Why there?"
"Because we can go swimming up there. I go swimming all the time up there because it's the best thing in the world. You should see the size of the tub. It's just like a small private pool."
"But won't your father mind?" Pam asked. "No. He won't be home tonight. There's no one here tonight, except you and me."
When Janie winked at Pam, she could tell that Pam was a little more at ease. She grabbed her friend's hand and the two of them started to run up the stairs together. Janie's red-haired pussy was tingling with excitment. She had a feeling that the night was going to be one of the best of her lives.
She thought about that because she knew that she was more of a voyeur than anything else. She had always gotten off on watching her father making it with her mother, and she was sure that she would get off just as much while watching her brother make it with her friend Pam. In fact, with Pam in a wet suit and her brother's close resemblance to her father, it would almost be like watching mom and dad again, she thought.
As soon as they got up there, Pam lit a joint and she and Janie sat down on the side of the tub and began to smoke it. Janie toked hard because she wanted to get as stoned as she possibly could.
As she got more and more stoned, she started to undress, and she could tell that Pam was a little uncomfortable about that. But Janie didn't care. She could feel her whole body tingling because of the high she was in, and her nipples were perked up and stiff by the time she slipped out of her bra.
She reached over to turn on the tub water, making it nice and warm, a good temperature for swimming in. Then she lifted her ass up and wiggled out of her pants and panties until she was completely naked.
"Aren't you going to undres?" she asked Pam.
"I don't know. I don't know what's going on."
"Pam what do you mean? If you and I feel like making love again we will make love, but if we don't, we won't."
"But...."
"In the meanwhile, there's no reason why we can't take a swim. If you feel that prudish about it I'm sure I can find you a bathing suit, but I really don't think that you need one in here, do you?"
Pam smiled at Janie, and then blushed. Janie knew that she had made her friend feel a bit embarrassed, but she didn't care. Because just then, Pam reached for her blouse buttons and began to open them slowly. Janie looked at the girl's small breasts and was happy to notice that Pam's nipples were stiff and sticking out. She reached over and pinched each one, and Pam smiled.
Then Pam slipped out of her skirt and panties, and soon the two young girls were sitting naked by the pool-tub.
Janie looked behind the door at the rubber suit many times, hoping that Pam might notice it. She had hung it up there purposely for that reason, but Pam never seemed to look over there. But she looked like she was very stoned, and Janie was glad.
"Can I lick your pussy?" Janie asked her, and Pam nodded.
Janie slipped into the water and positioned herself between Pam's legs. She kneeled down a little and felt the warm water all over her body. She moved her mouth to Pam's cunt and began to nibble at her pussy lips, sticking her tongue out and licking them every so often. Pam's pussy lips quivered with excitement, and Janie stuck her tongue deep into the girl's cunt and began to eat her.
Pam started thrusting her ass up and down off the tile floor and she lay back and closed her eyes. Janie started licking the girl's wet clit and cunt, moving her hands under Pam's thrusting ass just to hold her steady a little better.
"Oh, Janie, that's so nice," Pam said.
Janie could taste her friend's juices beginning to flow and she was happy. She licked and drank them with enthusiasm, savoring their sweet flavor in her mouth. She waited until the orgasm had subsided, then told Pam to open her eyes.
She did this for a reason. She knew that once Pam opened her eyes and looked up she couldn't help but notice the wet suit hanging on the door, and as soon as Pam did see it she gasped.
"What is that thing there?" she asked Janie.
"Oh, just a rubber suit. You wear it in the water and it feels good."
"Really? It looks so strange," Pam said.
"It feels wonderful when you wear it and it also makes you look so sexy. I think that you should try it on to see what you look like."
Pam sat up and smiled at Janie.
"Do you really think that I would look good in it? I mean, it would make me look so sexy, I think. After all, my tits and cunt would stick right out."
"That sounds good to me," Janie said, and she was already hopping out of the pool and walking to the door.
She took the suit down and then handed it to Pam, who, by this time, had already stood up. Janie watched as Pam started to slide the suit on. Since it was rubber and since it was rather tight, Pam had to pull it on slowly so that it stretched to fit her. But once she had it on, Janie moved behind her.
"Let me zip this up for you," Janie said.
Pam smiled at her, and Janie started to pull up the zipper. But she knew just what to do at this point. She was going to do the same thing that Richard White had done to her. She was going to take her girlfriend captive.
Janie started tugging on the zipper, acting like she was having trouble. When Pam sensed that, she reached behind and tried to help Janie. And that was perfect. Janie grabbed hold of the rubber loops that were on the sleeves of the suit and snapped them into the clasp on the back.
As soon as she pulled her hands away and Pam tried to pull hers away, too, the black-haired girl knew that something was wrong. She tried pulling on her arms again and again while Janie opened the bathroom door.
"Janie, what is this? What's going on?" Pam screamed.
"It's all right, Dick, you can come in now," Janie screamed out of the bathroom, and then she turned back to Pam. "You see, this is all a surprise for you. I think that you should try a man, just to see what one is like. So I asked my brother Dick to help me out. Remember, I'm doing this all for you."
Dick walked into the bathroom. He was completely naked and his hard cock was bobbing up and down as he walked. He ran his hand over his dick, then turned to look at Pam in the rubber suit.
He moved closer to her and began to kiss her tits, and Janie could see that Pam was trying to move back.
"Pam, get into it," the redheaded girl said. "Dick, I think that you should let Pam taste your cock, just to see what it's like."
Dick pushed Pam down on her knees, and she had no choice now. But Janie could still tell that her friend was a little tense and so she walked over beside her and reached down to start massaging her pussy.
She ran her fingers over Pam's pussy patch, and then started to massage the girl's cunt. Then she reached up and took hold of her brother's cock and began to rub it against Pam's face.
"See how hard he is, and how strong he is," Janie said. "There's no reason to be afraid of a cock. And wait until you taste it."
With that, Janie started pressing her brother's cock against Pam's lips, but her friend was doing the best that she could to keep her mouth closed. Janie suddenly pinched Pam's clit, and the girl opened her mouth to gasp.
That was just enough time for Dick to ram his cock between Pam's lips, and then he grabbed hold of her long black hair and started to move her head back and forth over his shaft.
"Suck on it, it's delicious," Janie was saying, and she moved her mouth to Pam's tits and began to suck on them.
Pam didn't know what was coming over her. She could taste something delicious in her mouth and it was even better because of the things that Janie was doing to her body. Janie was turning her on, and the taste and smell of cock was turning her on, too.
Pam started to feel even better then. She was beginning to see that Janie was right. There was nothing to be scared of. A cock tasted just as good as a cunt did, and the smell of cock was just as enticing as pussy.
"Oh, yeah," Dick said. "You got a wicked mouth, Pam. Suck hard on that dick of mine and you'll be rewarded."
When Pam heard that she started to suck harder and harder, and as she did, she could feel her passions on the rise more and more. Janie was finger-fucking her pussy like an expert and she could feel herself starting to spasm hard. Just then, Dick's cock began to pulsate in her mouth, and although she didn't know what was happening, she could tell by Dick's moans that it was good.
"I'm gonna come, Pam," he started saying. "Get ready because I am going to fill your mouth with so much come that you won't know what to swallow first."
As soon as he said that, it started to happen.
His cock pumped into her mouth and she could feel his cream sliding down her throat. She knew that she had to swallow the first few loads fast because it seemed like there was more coming.
Dick continued to fuck her face until his cock started to go limp in her mouth, and even long after that. He wanted to stay as hard as he could because he was really looking forward to fucking her doggie-style next.
When he pulled his cock from Pam's mouth he sunk to his knees and kissed her hard on the lips. Janie pulled away and she started to tongue Pam's ass from the back. She drove her tongue into her friend's asshole and Pam started to moan softly as she kissed Dick, rubbing her cunt against his cock.
She didn't even seem to mind mat her hands were tied now. In some ways, it made her innocent She felt as if she was responsible for nothing that was happening and therefore didn't feel at all guilty.
"I liked the taste of your cock," she said, when the kiss had ended.
Janie couldn't have been happier. It was good to see Pam in such a good frame of mind, and Janie started thinking about how it would be when Dick started to fuck her. She was sure that if she closed her eyes, she would be able to see images of her fattier and mother again.
She moved her hand to her brother's cock and began to pull at it, hoping to get him hard as soon as possible. She could feel a new life coming to his cock and she was sure that it was happening so fast because he was excited.
Dick started to thrust his cock in and out of his sister's hand, and in no time at all he was pulsing with life.
"I'n gonna be the first cock to fuck you now," Dick said to Pam, and he was already turning her around so that he could rub his dick against her ass.
"And you're going to eat me while it's happening," Janie said.
Janie lay on her back and pulled Pam's face down between her legs. She watched as her brother positioned himself behind the black-haired girl, and then he started to rub his cock against her pussy from behind.
Pam started licking and slurping at Janie's cunt, and Janie could feel her passions on the rise already. Pam had an expert tongue that knew how to work over a clit and make her. rise to new heights.
And Janie was sure that Dick's entering cock had a lot to do with Pam's performance. She could imagine getting into eating someone even more while being fucked at the same time, and she hoped that Dick would be able to get it up again after fucking Pam so she could try it.
But right now, being eaten was good enough for her.
Dick slid his cock all the way into Pam's cunt, then reached around to take hold of her from the front. He moved his fingers into her pussy and started to work her clit. He looked at her ass the whole time, and just the thought of it was making his cock throb. She had an outrageous ass.
The three of them started to move together, getting into the feelings that were happening not only in their own excited bodies, but also the feelings that they were bringing to each other.
Janie closed her eyes and started to moan as she felt her passions on the rise, and then her cunt began to spasm. Pam thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into Janie's cunt and soon she was licking the cunt cream off the girl's walls and Janie was in heaven.
That was why she wasn't sure if she was fantasizing it or not when she thought she heard her father's voice.
She paid no attention to it because she was too lost in the orgasm, but then she heard it again and opened her eyes.
"What the hell is going on?" her father asked.
He was standing there in his suit with a blonde woman at his side, and Janie suddenly came right out of the orgasm. She lifted Pam's head up and Pam seemed shocked. The only one who was still going at it was Dick, for he was just on the verge of orgasm. He kept pumping, but then, when he opened his eyes and saw his father there, he looked scared. He pulled out of Pam's cunt, just as his cock started spurting, and he shot all over the rubber wet suit.
"I asked a question," Harrison said.
He was outraged. He had never expected that anything like this would be going on in his family, and he was even more embarrassed at having Vickie there, too. This was some first impression for her to have of her step-children.
"Well, dad, you see...." Dick started saying, but Harrison interrupted.
"I can't believe what you two have been doing," he said. "And you even bring a friend in here for more fun. I can't tell you how disappointed I am in all of you. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm going to have to punish you."
Janie could feel tears welling up in her eyes. The one thing that she had never wanted to do was make her father angry and hurt him. In fact, the one thing that she wanted to do more than anything else was make him feel good. Make love to him.
But now, she could feel such a hatred emanating from him, and she looked at him with glazed eyes. She was just about to say something when Vickie opened her mouth, and Janie couldn't believe what the woman said.
"Oh, Harrison, I happen to think that it's wonderful. Look, at least they have a healthy attitude toward sex. Do you know how fucked up I was because of the way I was raised? Why, I can't think of anything better than a family that's so well-adjusted sexually."
"How can you possibly say that?" he asked Vickie.
"Look Harrison," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "Any man that's into enemas and gets off on them can't complain about something like this. Now you go over there and you tell your daughter that you're sorry. Look how she's crying."
Janie couldn't believe what Vickie was saying. The woman was an absolute wonder. If this woman was going to be her mother, than she saw nothing to complain about.
As her father moved closer, Janie started to stand up.
"I am sorry, baby," he said to her. "Vickie's right."
He moved his lips to kiss her on the cheek, but Janie moved hers to kiss him on the lips. As she did, she felt him pressing his tongue into her mouth and then he was running his hands up and down her back, cupping her naked ass.
"Hey, what about me?" Pam asked, because she was still tied.
But Janie was paying no attention to Pam. She was finally getting her dream-come true. She could feel her father's cock swelling under his pants, and she moved her hand down there and started to rub the bulge. She opened his zipper and pulled out his nine inches, then started to stroke him.
"Go down on him baby," Vickie said, and Janie was happy.
She looked at her father and saw that he really wanted her, just as much as she had always wanted him.
"And you know what else I can do, daddy?" she asked, as she started to sink to her knees and open his pants so she could play with his buttocks and balls. "Do you know what else I learned how to do? I can take an enema in and hold it while I'm being fucked. I want you to try that with me."
Her father moaned softly as she opened her mouth. He started to thrust his cock in and out gracefully, and she could feel him swelling even more.
Then, the orgy began. Vickie was getting hotter and hotter watching all those naked people in front of her. She was impressed with Pam, thinking that the tight rubber suit made her body look quite desireable.
Vickie started to strip off her clothes, and soon she was as naked as the rest of them. Dick's cock started to rise the minute he saw his step-mother's naked body. Her blonde cunt hairs were just incredible, and he walked over and began to stroke them.
Vickie closed her eyes and moaned, then reached for Dick's cock. In a few seconds, he was hard. Pam crawled over on her knees beside Janie and she took Harrison's balls into her mouth and began to suck on them while Janie continued with her father's cock. She was rubbing her hands over his ass, too, just to keep him even more stimulated.
Harrison felt the tension in his dick a long time before he was going to come, and he was amazed to see how his daughter was able to sense it all. She seemed to know when he was on the verge of coming, and she slowed down a little bit to prolong the pleasure that went along with his hard-on.
But she couldn't prolong it too long, for there was that point when Harrison reached the point of no return and he knew that the only relief known was in the form of a giant orgasm. He started to feed his dauglither's face.
Afterwards, wheri they had all come once they climbed into the pool-sized tub. The three girls huddled around the two men and made sure to keep their cocks hard. They all admired the way hard cocks bobbed in the water, and they spoke about who was going to take on who next.
"How long ago did it all start?" Harrison asked Janie. "I mean, how long ago did you first see me and your mother?"
"I can't even remember," she said, rubbing his balls and moving her finger to his asshole to massage him. "But I was very confused the first few times."
"So was I," he admitted.
"But then I got used to it," she said. "And later, I want you to give me an enema and see how well I've learned to hold them."
"It seems that the whole family knows how to hold them," Vickie said. "I just learned today and my ass never felt better."
"It's not quite the whole family," Janie said, and then she turned and looked at her brother Dick.
