In spite of the refreshingly changed attitudes of doctors, psychiatrists, and even the pulpit about the freedom and pleasures of sex, there is still a segment of our population that prefers to maintain a stolid, grim lipped silence about these God given delights.
Social workers know that these pitifully uptight people are, generally speaking, the ones who most need to "let it all hang out" in the current phrase, to meet the truth of their own natures head on, and to accept themselves as human beings. And, naturally, to allow others to be human, too.
One of the least discussed angles of the predicament of all people who deny sex vocally and publicly is family sex. Or incest, if you will. And it is a subject that needs to be aired.
Not so that the pitifully shy and militantly puritan people who profess to abhor sex might try it. As a matter-of-fact, it is within their fences of ignorance that much of the incestuous love in this country occurs. No, it is rather to show them that they are NOT condemned sinners, NOT brute beasts, NOT sex monsters.
If a young girl, timidly standing on the delightful but scary threshold of womanhood does not dare to make or collaborate in the sensuality of love play with a stranger, what is sweeter or more natural than that she could better turn to a loved one, someone of her own blood, for instruction and fun?
This is a theme often pursued by our author, Carolyn Hunt.
She was among the first to raise her voice against the cruel suppression of boys and girls, men and women, who have turned to this sweet, familiar fountain of release.
"So wonderful, for either a girl or a boy," she says, "to find that love and sex are sweeter together. And so reassuring to find sexual love without the trauma of getting it from a stranger."
Whether or not you agree with the seemingly austere attitudes of the father in this novel, you will probably rejoice with him as he finds the courage to change his mind. And we think you will, in your heart, admire the strength and courage of the mother who would not let her son and daughter suffer for the coldness of conventionality.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The minute her husband slipped his hand across her thigh and rubbed on her belly, just above her big, curly puff of yellow cunt hair, Mary McLean came awake. Every part of her.
She was a warm blooded, healthy woman, and she had loved sex all her life. In the darkly throbbing inner slickness of her pussy, where the tiny cum-nerves lie sleeping in most women, there was always life and desire in Mary's cunt. And it only needed a touch to awaken those centers of hot desire, to make her tight, hot cunt begin to swell and glow with a sucking warmth.
Even when it was her husband who was touching her it had to be that way. Mary was an honest, conventional wife and mother. Curly McLean was the only man who had touched her in the eighteen years of their marriage. And he knew where to touch her, and how. Down across the softness of her smooth belly, pressing hard just above the softly curled bush of cunt hair. Somehow it seemed to reach nerves deep inside, in her sensitive bladder, around her ovaries. Or maybe it was just the idea of his warm hand on her bare belly. Mary wasn't sure, and at times like this, she didn't care.
She was half angry with herself, with her body, really, for being so darned eager. She wasn't exactly a Woman's Libber, but, over the years, she had come to resent Curly and that damned ego of his. As if I were nothing but a cunt for him to stick his dirty old cock into, a cunt enclosed in about a hundred and twenty pounds of smooth, hot flesh!
The thought cooled her mind, but did nothing for her body, especially not for the tight, thick-lipped cunt which, at the moment, she resented. That stupid pussy! That's what made her so weak, such a fool for a guy she had at last come to hate.
His firm hand pressed hard against the soft mound of hair-covered flesh which divided into two fat, warmly slobbering lips. In spite of herself, Mary moaned and her graciously formed thighs came a bit more apart. At the same time, Curly's mouth snuggled against one of her big breasts, his lips making kissing noises as he felt for the long, hard nipple, now swelling bigger and bigger.
His hand slid right between the softly juicing lips of her sex, one big finger just barely entering her cunt hole as the others pressed hard on the outer lips.
But she knew that she didn't really hate him. They had meant too much to each other. It was simply that he had become tiresome to her. The fact that he still had his intense interest in fucking-in fucking her-made him even more tiresome. It was crazy. How did he do it, year in, year out? His big cock seemed always to be hard. She could feel it now, its throbbing bulk against her flesh, sweated and warm from the summer night, only from summer heat, not from taut cum-nerves. They just didn't get all that hot, any more.
Time was when she could shoot her little fun gun within a minute of the time that Curly began to insert his hot prick into her tightness, spreading and stretching her responsive flesh, hurting her just a tiny bit with the sweetest pain in a woman's life. The love pain of bigness and hardness entering and spreading a tender cunt that craves both the pain and the pleasure.
Somehow, where she had once loved this man, this hard cock, beyond all measure, she had first become indifferent, then resentful. And, finally, although her body still made its insistent demands, her warmly sensitive pussy working its strong muscles in the slippery, warm dark of her belly, she had come almost to despise both her husband and herself. To despise him because, in her terms, he always wanted to fuck. And to hate herself because she could not bring herself to lose him.
His finger was now plunging deeper into her, feeling as big as his cock. It infuriated her. She knew that it must be two fingers, rather than one. One couldn't possibly feel so big, so stretch. And she was angry with herself because she couldn't say: "Please, Curly, don't use two fingers. You'll stretch me all out of shape." Because she knew he'd lose his hard-on, pout for a couple of days, and maybe even ask her who the hell was interested in the shape of her cunt beside himself. But she hated herself most of all because she was going to have trouble cumming. It was impossible, but true. Mary McLean, John McLean's "little blonde firecracker," as he had always called her, not able to explode a big orgasm in her twat.
He was sucking half of one long, full, heavy breast into his mouth. It felt like heaven, but it wouldn't help her to orgasm.
Ten years ago, even five years ago, his sucking on one titty and squeezing the other could bring her to a full, shouting, blasting orgasm. A "titty cum," they had called it, laughing and fucking and drooling all over each other. And the odd part was that Mary still had flaring pangs of lust searing her belly as big John McLean mauled and sucked her sensitized titties, getting the hard nipple halfway down his throat. Oh, God, if she could only get it on with him the way they used to!
Because, even if she did almost hate him at times like this, she almost died of love and sympathy, knowing what she would have to do in order to get her nuts off.
If he'd just do something different! Not necessarily something kinky, like sticking it in her ass. Not that she'd mind that, either. Often, when she douched, she enjoyed putting the soft plastic nozzle up into her rectum. She knew there were some pretty lively nerves up in that tight hole. But that wasn't what she wanted, not quite.
Her body heaved in a sudden panic as John's two big fingers seemed ready to split her. "OOOOOOOOHHHH! OOOOOOHHH!" she moaned. "OH, PLEASE, CURLY! EASY, BABY! EASY! OH! OH! OH!"
He let her breast slide out of his mouth. "God damn it, Mary, you're a beautiful person," he whispered. It was always the same. First the finger, then the titty-sucking, then, as she grew warmer, his statement that she was a beautiful person. Her cunt was on fire, its inner muscles hungrily twisting around his finger. She couldn't help it. But, when he got his cock into her, she would be anesthetized against a cum. And she couldn't help that, either.
Only, that wasn't exactly true, either. She could do something about it. And had been, for a long time. And a smile lit her still handsome face, so that her husband, looking at her, felt a surge of lover's triumph. By God, he had made her moan with ecstasy! And now, she was smiling in anticipation of having his big cock stuck into her boiling depths, into that wonderful cunt that he never failed to bring to a screaming cum.
In a burst of guilt and old-time tenderness as she felt her husband crawl between her strong thighs, Mary put one beautifully rounded arm across his neck, drawing his face to her breasts. She could read his mind. She knew that his ego drove him hard, that if she did not cum-or at least seem to-he would be devastated. Damn it all! Why couldn't Curly McLean be like other guys of forty-five, content to fuck once a week. Or less, and not feel he had to go through these same, gray, childish routines?
But still, her body was buzzing with the deep, hidden desire to feel that big cock, to have it jammed into her, smacking darkly against her womb's mouth, feeling like it was clear up to her liver.
No amount of boredom could keep her cunt from quivering as her husband held it open with finger and thumb, and eased the big, soft head into the tender opening. "You're so tight," Curly whispered, kissing her neck. Now he shoved, and a couple of inches went into her. She was being fucked, and her body began to heave and sway, her big thighs closing around her man, her belly undulating against his.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" The soft, grunting moans came from her as John, or Curly, put his big arms around her, smashing her breasts between them, still tonguing her. Ooooooh! That cock of his was so long and hard! It stirred her guts, it hit things deep inside that gave off little shudders of love-pain. It rasped against the nerves inside her cunt, and in the mushy, slick valley of her inner cunt lips, and its size drew her cunt flesh down so tight that her clit, pressed by its surrounding membranes, answered with a hard throb.
But Mary McLean, forty-one, mother of two half-grown children, a woman who had once loved to fuck Curly McLean better than anything else on earth, no longer had any conflict about her dumb husband fucking her. She remembered one thing with grim amusement. One of her friends had shown her a clipping from a feminist magazine. It was a spoof on reducing, a spoof on exercising. Even on sex. And, in a table of exercises which gave their comparative effectiveness in working off fat, there had been an entry which tickled her. An orgasm, the article said, worked off two hundred calories. A faked orgasm worked off two-hundred-and-twenty-five!
Grimly amusing. But now, she wouldn't be faking it. Because she was in another time, with another person. She was twelve, and her cousin, Johnny Hartmann, was fucking her. His big, warm, hard peter was making her young cunt walls go out to their widest possible limits, and a fire of happy lust was burning right up her cuntal system, from the base of her spine to her titties. Her twelve-year-old titties, that had sprouted out from her girlish chest only in this last year, when Johnny had begun to play with her pussy.
She was fucking hard, now. Curly felt his dick go in, bang against her cervix, and he grinned, his sweated face against Mary's neck.
Her cunt was the greatest. That Mexican kid that Herb brought up from Tarrant every Wednesday night couldn't touch Mary! No, by God! Nor that fancy-assed Mrs. Dunham, the rich widow from up north. He fucked into his wife, his powerful back muscles bunching as he pulled his dick almost all out, until he felt it would pop right out of Mary's slick, tight pussy, and then slammed it into her.
He had always been proud of his reputation as a cocksman. And, in some dim way, he felt that Mary knew something about it, and was proud of him for that, too. He pumped his prick into her and felt her pump back. Good old Mary! Forty-one, and a better fuck than that fifteen-year-old chicana, or the thirty-year-old Fay Dunham.
As he thought of the white, slim body of the young widow, her feline grace and her animal love of cock, he fucked deeper. He felt no embarrassment or guilt about the rich woman who was so glad to fuck him in the room behind his store, or in her splendid home on the north side, for that matter.
"Mister McLean?" her slow, easy voice would inquire over the phone. "One of my appliances is out of order, and I thought perhaps you could drop by and fix it."
And he could picture her, licking her pale pink lips, probably stroking one of her nice, warm, full titties as she grinned at the notion of tough, stocky old Curly McLean "fixing" one of her appliances. It always turned out to be her pussy that needed fixing.
He worked one big hand under Mary's breast, pushing it up over her chest, rearing back so that he could suck in a part of it as he fucked. He could envision Mary's cunt, too. Blonde and fat, its thick lips covered with yellow hair that was now sticky and matted with her pussy juices.
And she was beginning to cum, now, he could tell by the way she sucked in her breath, how she panted out his name: "Johnny! Oh, darling Johnny! Fuck me, Johnny, fuck me! Stick it in me deep! DEEP! OHHHHH! JOHNNNY, MY DARLING FUCKER! OH, JOHNNY, YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEE! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OH, JOHNNY, DARLING, I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGGGG!"
He let her breast, bloated and heavy from her hard orgasm, slip out of his mouth and held her to him, his face buried in her hair, and he was grinning with satisfaction. No fun in fucking if you couldn't make a woman holler a little. How Mary loved it! He held her, not wanting to take his cock out of her tight and throbbing cunt, and still, wishing he could get down there, bury his mouth in the red-veined convolutions of her frothing pussy, and suck her until she creamed again.
Not that he was all that crazy about eating pussy. He loved to make Mary cum, feeling big and strong when she blew her wad in outcries of wild passion. That made a man feel good, made a man swell with that wonderful pride in being a man. And he knew that that the only way he'd ever get Mary to give him a blow job was by going down on her. But, after all, he was kind of old-fashioned, and proud of it. And eating pussy seemed sort of perverted, sort of on the dark side of sex.
With your wife.
Yeah, with your wife. Not with Fay Dunham, or the Rodriquez kid.
As he thought of the clean, pale pink hole of the rich woman who lived on Oak Lawn Avenue, and of the white flesh of her slim but voluptuous body, he could almost taste the richness of her cunt, the thick, clear juice which exuded from her fluttering vagina, the neat nest of dark hair adorning the soft lips.
His cock, so warmly and slickly grasped by his wife's hot pussy, throbbed into its greatest diameter, and Mary, her mind almost thirty years in the past, felt the rich, pearly white jism flood her cunt with its oily heat, felt the power of it spraying the mouth of her womb, and screamed again: "JOHNNY! MY DARLING! JOHNNY! FUCK ME, LOVER! FUCK ME! OH, JOHNNY, BE GOOD TO MY CUNT! OH, JOHNNY, STICK IT IN MY MOUTH! LET ME EAT YOUR CUM, BABY! LET ME EAT YOUR JISM!"
Even in the delirium of his inflamed senses, getting a fuck that seemed better than the best he had ever had, Curly found a space in his heart for a little tenderness.
The only time she ever called him "Johnny," the only love talk she ever made to him, was when they were fucking. When he made her cum so wildly and completely.
It was the most moving thing that ever happened to the somewhat phlegmatic man. To be called "Johnny," to be exhorted to fuck deeper and harder. And even to have the old girl scream that she wanted to suck him off!
He shivered, feeling his cock begin to diminish in size and hardness. Wow! It would be great to have Mary suck his dick, clean it off a little, the way little Ellie Rodriquez did. Of course, he had to pay her.. And Fay Dunham, she loved to lick away every drop, after he shot it into her snatch, and he didn't pay her. In fact, considering that he always sent her a bill for "repairs," and that she always sent him a check, she paid him. It was delicious.
But it sure would be something if Mary would suck his cock, eat his jism, like she hollered about when she was cumming, and then, if he could pay her. Wow! Then she'd be like a whore. His whore.
CHAPTER TWO
But Mary, who had been with him all the way, her marvelous cunt wrapped so warmly around his plunging prick, no longer had any desire to suck that throbbing monster, to lick away the sticky cum that, in flooding her vagina, also bathed Curly's meat.
She had been far away as she had come. Many miles, many years away. Now, she slowly returned. But not in any shame that she had been so wildly in love with the real cock in her. Not in sadness that the cock she had truly felt, through her mind, was lost in the dim years that lay so far behind.
Instead, as Curly mumbled around above her breasts, now that his dick was out of her, she still enjoyed the bright visions of those years when she had been a girl of twelve. Thanks to her husband's oversize tool, Mary had pretty much the same feeling as when she had been a young girl, her tender little cunt stretched by the big prick of the twenty-five-year-old cousin. How wonderful that he, a grown man, experienced, good looking, would want her! And how great for her, a lonely kid, far from home. How land of Uncle Tim and Aunt Maria to take her in when mama had been so sick for so long!
She could still remember the fear she had had of a new place, of relatives she barely knew.
"I hate to send you away, darling," mama had said. "But Tim's always been so good to me. And Zelda will be nice. Just try not to be a burden on them. But I know you won't cause them any trouble." And tears had rolled down mama's faded cheeks. "I'll stay in bed and do what the doctor tells me, and when I'm well, you can just come flying home!"
Even now, with her strong, smooth body still filmed with sweat from her strenuous fuck, with her throbbing cunt still filmed with sweat from her strenuous fuck, with her throbbing cunt still crawling with echoes of her orgasm, awash with John's jism, Mary McLean was back in that clean, comfortable farmhouse where she was to spend the most memorable year of her life.
A neighbor had met little Mary at the train depot in Hastings. Uncle Tim was planting, and Aunt Zelda didn't drive. But her uncle was at the house for lunch, and she simply ran to him, burying her face in his broad chest as she hugged him, then turning a tear-streaked smile to Aunt Zelda.
The smiling, buxom woman was deeply moved as the young girl came to her, and she felt her breasts respond as Mary's warm breath blew between her big, firm titties. She had been having, as she would have expressed it, "a little fun" with Johnny, her son, just before Tim had come in from his hot work. They both knew that Tim was always touchy about their son taking liberties with his mother. But he had played with her titties all his life, and she had never been able to deny him. He sometimes went a good bit farther than mere titty pulling as far as that was concerned, and on this day she had really been aroused, panting and happy, when they heard Tim drive the tractor into the yard.
So, Zelda's eyes had been sparkling and her blood running warm and free when her sister-in-law's child had run to her. She was a kind woman, empathetic with the lonely child, and she would naturally have responded to Mary's need for affection. But, with so much feeling rampaging through her, with her breasts so sensitive, her entire body shivered with excitement when the child's hot breath blew on her sensitive tits.
Over Mary's head, she saw the glow in her son's face, and knew he had noted the lush curves in the young girl's body, the appealing way in which Mary's swelling young hips and thighs and butt were so explicitly out-lined in her short, tight dress. And tits, too, the older woman thought, smiling. Not as big as mine, but very nice for such a young kid.
Across the big kitchen, a wave of understanding seemed to flow from Zelda to her son, and she said: "Go give your Cousin Johnny a big hug, too."
The young girl, who was so relieved to be made welcome, so flushed with warmth at being received with such love, turned and ran to the big, wavy haired boy. She did not think of his age as being so much greater than hers, but thought of him as a contemporary, like her other cousins in Missouri.
But he was part of this wonderfully loving family, so she threw her warm, softly maturing body against his with the same unasking fervor she had shown his mother and father. And, for the first time in her young life, felt a grown man's cock pressing against her through her thin dress.
Lying in bed with Curly, her body still tingling and pleased that she had once again been able to cum by recalling the ruggedly tender embraces of Cousin Johnny, Mary was able to smile as she rubbed her fuck-swollen breasts, tingling with life and sensitivity, against her husband's stubbled cheeks. Poor old Curly! Had to prove himself to be the great lover, when he was probably as bored with this charade of passion as she was.
Except that he couldn't be. If I didn't need to be fucked so badly, the woman thought, I'd have left him long ago. And still, even when she got to the boiling point, she couldn't get off unless she thought of Johnny Hartmann. In her swollen pussy lips, in the glorious feeling of hot, slick cum flowing out of her cunt, she still had her mind on those days almost thirty years ago. And of how easily it had all started.
Uncle Tim had gone back to the fields immediately after lunch. And Johnny, bless him, had offered to ride the seeder tractor for the rest of the day. But Uncle Tim had said: "Not with that bad valve in your heart, kiddo. When you're well, that'll be different."
When Mary had gone upstairs-"to rinse a little of that train dirt away," as Aunt Zelda said-the tall young man with wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, and full-lipped mouth had put his arm lovingly around his mother. All the way around, too, so that his big hand came down on her beautiful rump, the fingers slipping into the deep valley between her ass cheeks.
"You sort of liked that jail bait, didn't you, lovey?" his mom asked, smiling up at him. "Well, see what you can do. When I was that age, the guys around my home town used to say: "If they're big enough, they're old enough.' And, wow! That kid's really big enough!"
Johnny rubbed deep into the warm crack between his mom's buttocks. Too God damned bad the old man was so unable to communicate. Not that he wasn't affectionate. He was. But he just didn't have that looseness that made it possible to talk to him about sex, to be an understanding pal.
The tall young man kissed his mother, delighted that she would open her mouth to let his tongue in, and he squeezed one of her big breasts with loving brutality, feeling the soft, warm tit-flesh grow under his fingers as heat filled them with blood.
"Take it easy, you bad boy," his mother smiled, pulling away, "or I won't be able to get my nap today."
She felt his cock, so big under the smooth flannel of his slacks, and whistled. "Spare the girl," she murmured jovially. "Give her poor little pussy a chance to grow."
Thus, when Mary, feeling comfortable and at home, flushed with love and gratitude, was sitting on the big, clean bed in nothing but her fresh and glowing young skin, she called: "Come in!" as she heard a knock. Aunt Zelda, she thought. Who else?
And she was jolted by a hard hot, brand new sense of her body when the door opened and Cousin Johnny came in.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but he was beside her in a second, a finger to his lips. "Shhhhh!" he whispered. "Mom's trying to get a little catnap. Farm women get up early and work late and hard. We don't want to wake mom, do we?" And he gathered the confused but grateful girl into his arms, holding her tight against him, feeling the warmth of her smooth, firm young body through his shirt.
She felt his big, smooth hand go down her naked back in a caressing, soft pressure, and the tired and lonely child, feeling sure that this was all right, since Aunt Zelda was just a few feet away, snuggled against her cousin.
Now, with Johnny's arms around her, his warm hand stroking where no one had ever stroked before-except mama, of course-she really knew what sexual inflammation was. How it could bum in such a naughty way in a girl's vulva. It was wrong, of course. But it was wrong for her to play with herself, too. And this was ever so much more fun.
But, when Johnny shifted his hand and took one of her lovely young breasts between his fingers, Mary almost cried out until she remembered that Aunt Zelda was trying to sleep. But she could not say anything, and there was a sudden rush of heat all through her body as she had her breast massaged by a man's hand for the first time in her short life.
She had heard of such things. A lot of girls her age, and with no greater natural charms than herself, went out with boys. Most of them boasted of "making out," which might mean anything from hugging and kissing to "going all the way," as it was called then. But Mary had always been shy, and even after her breasts became big enough to attract whistles, she remained afraid of boys. Afraid of strangers, really, and she suddenly realized it-that Johnny Hartmann was not a stranger, but a cousin. His father was a Hartmann, just as her mother was. They were, both herself and Johnny, half Hartmann. And the thought came at just exactly the right time.
She was quivering inside with feelings she often denied herself. She had the itchy, burning sensation in her pussy that simply would not go away until or unless she put her soft finger inside her warm, juicy little hole and frigged herself to a shuddering, groaning cum. Usually, she could control it if she got up and walked around, out of the house, and tried to think of "nicer" thoughts. But today, tired from her trip, weak with relief at finding the Hartmanns were so warm and loving and friendly, she didn't want to get rid of this lovely feeling.
On the contrary. She hugged Cousin Johnny as hard as she could, and, when he put a finger under her chin, she turned her flower-like little face up to him and took his kiss right on her mouth.
Well, actually, it was more "in" her mouth than "on" it, for somehow she had left her lips parted, and his strong tongue dived slickly into her mouth. It was a shock, but such an exciting shock that the uninitiated girl almost creamed her panties. Except, of course, she didn't have on any panties. It raised the fire higher in her slippery, twitching vagina, and she clung to Johnny harder, making a low, moaning sound in her throat. Strangely, she was not at all frightened.
She knew that something was going to happen to her. She even knew what it was, and how it was done. She even knew the very worst, the wickedest word for it. She was going to get fucked.
She had thought of it with dread. Even when she was finger-fucking herself, on her way to a shattering, shivering cum. It was so terrible, to have a stranger put something inside her precious, sensitive, nervous little pussy. Something big. Something that tore a girl open, made her bleed, and then shot that white stuff deep into you, making a baby. She dreaded it because little Mary had heard all those terrible old wives' tales that have kept innocent girls from giving their pussies to the first guy who asks.
But now, there was a difference. A lot of the fear was gone. And a lot more was going out on a wave of fire that pushed every scaredy-cat thought right out of her.
She nearly jumped out of her smooth skin when she heard the voice above her head, a cool, sweet, loving voice: "You're a hot little thing, aren't you, baby? Have you ever done anything like this before? Mmmmmmmmm! Let me kiss this sweet little titty." And she twisted in a flare of unexpected lust as the man sucked one of her tender young breasts into his mouth, caressing the throbbing nipple with his hard, slick tongue.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Thank you, Cousin Johnny! Oh, that feels so NICE! Oh, it's making me feel so strange! OHHHHHHHH! Let me up! I'm getting you wet!"
The pressure of her cunt on his muscular leg was sending hot thrills of approaching orgasm deep up inside her, and her tender little clitoris, sheltered under the heavy folds of outer cunt lips, was about to explode in that crazy way that left her sweaty and limp and ashamed of herself. Only, this time, she didn't feel ashamed. This was something she couldn't help. She wasn't doing it. Her fingers were out in plain sight, and nothing was in her slobbering cunt except its own nerves, its own twisting, tightening muscles.
She felt Cousin Johnny lift her up in his strong arms and lay her on the bed, and was worried for fear her cuntal flow had really soaked him. But she didn't get a chance to look.
She lay on her back, looking up at him with dazed unfocused eyes, seeing his beautiful face, his wavy brown hair, through a sort of golden mist. Her strongly rounded legs were spread, and her silly old pussy was wide open, and she didn't even care. She was burning all over with what was happening and the thought of what would happen next. And she nearly choked on her tongue as she saw what Johnny was doing.
He had opened his pants, and was shoving them and his shorts down. His peter was just like daddy's, when she had peeped at it a couple of times, except bigger and straighter. It came out at an angle from the dense bush of curly brown hair at the base of his belly, and its strong odor made the young girl churn inside, ready to cum at his first touch.
When Johnny was completely naked, and the girl was nearly out of her mind with excitement and the peculiar beating which her heart had never done before, he knelt beside the bed and put his face between her thighs.
He was so close to her open cunt that he could see every rich drop of her female lubricant that was flowing from her blood-filled inner labia, and she could feel his breath, teasing her randy cunt-nerves. She was aghast that such a marvelous person was right where he could see that silly, homely, odd-smelling thing, her pussy.
Her smooth, warm body was almost too clean to suit the raunchy tastes of the handsome young man, but the day was warm, and what they had been doing had made her sweat. He kissed along the inside of Mary's thigh, and felt her shiver with feelings he was quite sure she had never known before. Had he asked her if she had ever horsed around with boys? He thought he had, but was sure she hadn't answered him.
In her delirium of anticipation, wanting whatever it was that Johnny wanted, now too excited and too hot to be able to make a decision, Mary suddenly felt something give way in her vagina. A kind of explosion of warmth. Not like the occasional orgasm her finger brought her, but something hotter and sweeter.
As this warm, wet ball of fire seemed to roll inside her, she made an unconscious, instinctive fucking motion with her body, and her tender little split came right up to Johnny Hartmann's mouth. And the girl, already shaken by true lust, felt his lips cover her flowing fuck hole, felt him suck her guts right out of her-or at least it seemed like it.
As the blaze of sensation flashed all through her body, centering in her spewing cunt, her legs came up off the floor to wrap around her cousin's head. She could feel the size of his neck keeping her thighs apart, the warmth of his face on her thighs, the deep, searching stabs of his tongue in her cunt.
His tongue? Inside her? This was more and better than Loretta Hagen or Alice Kimball had ever dared brag on. They were the boldest girls in junior high, and they knew what this was, and talked about it. But they never had claimed they'd had it.
This was only a bright thought of self-love, pinwheeling through her inflamed mind as her body pumped up and down on Johnny's face, rubbing her streaming cunt against him as she came and came and came.
In her bedroom down the hall, hearing the hoarse screams of the young girl as she shot her load of girlish orgasm, Zelda Hartmann hugged her big breasts, her own mature cunt burning with the same fire that was throwing her niece into such fits. Her eyes were closed, and she was panting. J hope he fucks her real good, she thought. And then: Oh, God, I hope he fucks me, too! It can't be all that sinful to want your son!
Twenty-nine years away, as Mary McLean lay on her back, feeling her husband's thick cum slip out of her twat, she smiled. That day with Johnny Hartmann had been so devastatingly wonderful. Maybe it had been too good. Not just that one day, but all the time she had spent with her uncle and aunt, and her cousin.
She heard Curly in the bathroom and smiled in a pitying way. He was washing off his dick, washing away that sweet, exciting slime from her cunt and his balls. She had never picked up his cock, rich with his seed and her pussy juice, and cleaned it up. But she had done that for Johnny when she was only twelve.
She swung her legs off the bed and sat, letting the juices from her pussy run out on the bed. She got up and put her hand in the warm, slick goo, then held it to her lips. It was a taste she yearned for only after she had been thoroughly fucked. So thoroughly that her sensuality had been lifted, and her inhibitions had been drowned. Like she had felt with Johnny Hartmann. He never felt that anything was wrong. If it excited him, he did it. And taught Mary the same ideas.
She felt a sudden, unexpected surge of keen desire for Curly, the desire to haul him back to bed, to suck his cock, to say: "You numbskull! Why can't you really let go? Why can't you really find release for yourself? Afraid to go down on me! Or to let me go down on you!" And then, following that deeply buried thought like the tail follows a kite, her mind answered: "What's the use? You can't make him into a Johnny Hartmann!"
She went into the bathroom without knocking. When you've been married eighteen years, you don't worry about privacy.
But she got a little surprise. Curly was still holding his cock. But now he was looking through the bathroom's other door. The one which led into Karen's room.
As Mary looked over her husband's shoulder, she shuddered with a strange feeling of love and desire. Karen was beautiful. And she was naked as a jaybird's ass. Her own ass, so touchingly lovely in its thirteen-year-old perfection, was out from under the covers and was pointed toward Mary and Curly. Her daughter's legs were spread, as if the young girl were intentionally giving them a peep show.
Bright sunlight was shining through the window of the girl's room, and in its perfect light, Mary could see her child's tender cunt, unbelievably full-lipped and covered with tawny hair. As much as I had at her age, Mary thought with an odd pang.
She could understand Curly, or any man, for that matter, being unable to resist looking at a cunt so perfectly beautiful. And it gave her another bright pang of memory, thinking of Johnny and what he had done to her.
CHAPTER THREE
When the shuddering blasts of orgasm began to die down in the twelve-year-old body of Mary McLean, she let her legs drop weakly to the floor. She was deeply ashamed of herself for having let all this happen, and she was ashamed to look at her cousin.
"Oh, Johnny," she moaned, covering her eyes and turning on her side, her lovely little rump invitingly shoved into the man's face, "I'm so terrible! How could I have done such a wicked, nasty thing? Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh!"
The tall man was absorbed in this sexual fantasy, of quickly achieving total control of such a young beauty, of finding her so unbelievably hot and open for sex, and still so naive. And her cunt, so fat and swollen from her heat, pouted mutely out at him from between her beautifully sculptured thighs.
"You're a little silly," he said, kissing her on one of her buttocks, holding his hand over her to knead her breasts, now so much bigger after her violent release of fuck-power. "What I did to you was more for me than for you. I couldn't resist the chance to eat your wonderful little pussy." He had a momentary twinge of conscience, thinking of how easy this had been, and of how he, a grown man, had known she would be vulnerable to any expressed mastery. Only a kid, in spite of that gorgeous body, in spite of the yellow hair spiking her mature cunt lips, and under her arms.
But a kid this hot, this needful of love, would find a way to lose it. And it might be with a guy who wouldn't appreciate it as much as he did, or wouldn't be as gentle with her, nor as mindful of her welfare, both physical and emotional.
So he kissed her again, this time burrowing into the sweated fragrance of her ass, licking into the wet and squirmy pussy.
"So, all right, I ate your cunt," he said again, laughing. "I didn't have to have a notarized statement to know you liked it."
He felt the girl's hand on his cheek. Unexpectedly, her young voice was strong and clear. "I loved it," she said. "Is that wrong? It's a bad thing, isn't it, Cousin Johnny? What you did. What I tempted you to do."
"Now you're sillier than ever," he said, and the young girl loved him for it, because that was what she needed to hear. She was so uninstructed that, in all truth, she did not know what she was saying, whether having your cunt sucked was wrong or right. But the man knew her need, instinctively, for he said again: "I did it for me as much as for you."
He crawled up on the bed and sat cross-legged just at her head. He took one of her soft hands and wrapped its girlishly chubby fingers around the pulsing hardness of his cock. He felt the instant response, the tightening of the soft little fingers as young Mary squeezed the smooth, hard roll of hot meat. Again, Johnny had that same tiny, nagging twinge of conscience. But he knew that this was every woman's destiny, to have one great day of learning, one and only one "first time" with a guy and his cock.
He leaned and stroked the girl's warm, damp forehead, and she opened her blue eyes and smiled at him as trustingly as if he were a kindly and understanding God. "Oh, he's so nice, Cousin Johnny," she said in a gurgling voice. He could see clear saliva drool from one corner of her mouth.
He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it in a milking fashion, watching the slow tide of pink creep over the child's body. He could almost feel the heat of her breath on his forearm, and he shuddered as the girl began methodically pumping the thick skin of his cock up and down. How do girls know to do this? Girls of no experience whatever.
He felt a stir of life in his balls as her warm hand pressed the trembling strength of his prick, and he slowed her hand.
"Do you know what a man does?" he asked. "How a man's cock operates?" His voice was tense as he felt the itching heat gather deep inside him, ready to explode, to shoot his sperm all over the girl.
Mary was getting hot again. "I know they do something they call 'shooting off,' if that's what you mean," she answered. Her breathing was ragged, her legs unconsciously spreading themselves again, so that a man's hand-or his penis-could find the softness and wetness of her tight, hot little fuck hole. "It's semen, isn't it, that shoots out of this big old thing?"
She was becoming more excited, hotter, as she let herself use this language to a male, a naked male who crouched above her naked body. And Johnny, so close to shooting his load that he had to grit his teeth, said: "Yeah. That's it. And I'm about to shoot it. Do you want to see it shoot? Or where do you want me to shoot it?"
She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it toward her pussy, spread open now that she was almost on her back, and groaned as she felt the long finger slide into her well oiled cunt hole. And, again by instinct, the young girl twisted her upper body, opened her spit-dripping lips, and got the hard prick somehow into her mouth.
Johnny was as surprised as little Mary, but his cock, wild with its singular needs, swelled to greater size and began to shoot its long, boiling spurts of jism in the painful joy of a big cum.
The girl felt the heat and slickness wash her throat and fill her cheeks with rich taste and earthy savors. Her tongue seemed to know what to do as she tried to wrap it around the fiercely exploding cockhead, and her aroused taste buds enjoyed the rich taste and aromas of male seed for the first time.
As Johnny writhed in delight, pushing his finger deep into the squirming and happy little cunt so near his face, he jerked his cock from the sucking lips of the voluptuous child, and she lay with glazed eyes, holding the spouting tool so that its hard jets stung her tender breasts as they splattered on her.
She watched it in hazy delight, seeing the purple head swell, seeing the little "eye" open, and then the instant shot of pearly-white semen spraying her chest, her throat, even her face as she tried to catch the load in her open mouth.
She was swallowing the thick, delightful protein as fast as she could, and it was contributing to the feeling of utter heat all through her body when Johnny, open-mouthed, found her young cunt again.
Her body jolted with rare and pleasant shock as he went down on her spasming twat, and he sucked as if he intended to draw his spent seed through her guts and down his throat. The warm, slick, smooth lips that seemed to draw his tongue deep into the little fuck-pie made his cumming all the greater.
But Mary could not stand to lose that juice, no matter how interesting it might be to see the cock-juice shoot, to feel it on her tingling breasts.
A new convulsion of fuck-heat shook her belly. She humped her cunt against Johnny's mouth and let the big cock slide into her throat again, groaning with satisfaction as she felt it throb another blast of jism into her mouth and throat.
She found her fingers sticky and wet with the thick juices that dribbled from her lips as she hung on to the stem of her cousin's cock, and she shook all over with mute pleasure as she continued to come under the sucking of Johnny's lips. As she slurped in the thick cock juice, her belly heaved with the pleasures in her cunt and she made little animal sounds of pleasure: "UUUNNNHHH! UUUNNNHHH!"
She felt drained and exhausted when Johnny at last stopped sucking on her fluttering cunt. Her clitoris, too sore for any more pleasures, had retreated under the membrane which covered it. Her boobs, feeling twice as big and twice as heavy as before, were so senstive that every movement was both a joy and a hurt.
But the taste in her mouth, the slight sense of strain in her throat, where she had gone down on the prick too enthusiastically, made her realize with deep happiness that she had done an incredible thing-she had sucked a guy off, just as Loretta Hagen and Alice Kimball spoke of so yearningly.
She, little Mary, the mouse, the dummy.
Her tummy felt full of the rich, slick jism that had shot out from Cousin Johnny's dick. She felt her pulses beating strongly, all through her body, and she rubbed her hand up and down between Johnny's buttocks, feeling as bold as a dozen Lorettas or Alices.
Johnny, happy and satisfied with all that had happened, and especially with the total commitment his young cousin seemed to have made to sex, turned and pulled the nubile child down to him, to his seeking mouth, which tasted his own cum as he tongued into her.
That older Mary, the forty-one-year-old Mary, could still taste the rich stuff with its lingering tastes and aromas. A part of her rebelled against his old-maidish, pseudo-masculine aversion to what he called "perverted acts." She knew the sweetness of her pussy, just as she knew the life-giving nourishment, the delicate flavor, of a man's cum. She knew, too, that Curly was looking at the thin red line of wetly shining inner lips that seemed to protrude from her daughter's pussy. Insanely, knowing that Curly must hunger for some of that youthful twat, Mary felt her own mouth fill with a quick rush of saliva. If her own cunt tasted rich and strong and healthy, she knew that her daughter's dewy vulva, her palpitating cunt hole, would taste even better.
Oddly enough, Curly did not look the least bit hangdog at being discovered eyeing his little girl's open pussy. He made no comment, and Mary understood-neither of them wanted to awaken little Karen to the fact that her sweetly formed ass was under scrutiny.
Mary thought she heard a door shut softly, just before her husband closed the bathroom door, but she could not be sure. And anyhow, it was time to be getting breakfast.
She shuddered with a strange, deep thrill of lust as she went down the hall toward the other bath. She could not help thinking of her long-dead cousin, especially after she had used him as a mental sexual surrogate in order to get off this morning. Damn Curly, anyhow! If only he could be more of a lover. But that was impossible, and Mary knew it. Now, here she was, her cunt still dribbling fuck juice down her thighs, and just thinking of Junie as Johnny gave her a dark, frightening thrill.
"UUUnnnhhh!" she grunted, fighting the shock of near-orgasm.
She knocked on Junie's door, heard his clear voice, and said: "Get dressed, honey! Breakfast in a few minutes." She paused, and then, as she always had, asked him: "What would you like, baby?"
The powerful kid with the curly brown hair of his dad and the deep blue eyes of his mother, hidden behind the privacy of his bedroom door, whispered: "Some of your pussy, mom," and felt his cock throb. He had known that someone besides himself was peeping in at Karen's pretty little butt. Hot damn! What a hard-on it gave him! And he had heard his mother scream as his daddy fucked her. That was nothing new, and no secret. When mom got her rocks off, she was noisy and enthusiastic. He just wished he had someone like mom, or even a kid, like Karen, to fuck and suck.
Now, having expressed the raunchy thought that he'd like to eat his mom's pussy for breakfast, he licked his full lips and answered her pleasantly: "Bacon and a couple of eggs, if you're cooking, mom. Double order of Grape Nuts if you're not."
Mary thought of rich nourishment going into that strong young body, creating more rich blood, filling her boy's nuts with the marvelous protein of semen and the living organisms of sperm.
"I'm glad you swallow it, baby," Cousin Johnny had told her, on that very first day. "It's the maker of life. The juice from a guy's peter, from a girl's cunt, those are really the vital essence of life. When a guy grows up enough to shoot off, he grows hair around his dick, hair on his chin and under his arms, and his voice changes."
He had held her close, licking the cooling drops of his cum off her titties, then tonguing it into her delighted mouth. "If it makes a boy into a man, it's bound to make you more of a woman."
"I'd better get breakfast on," Mary smiled grimly as she muttered to herself. "I'm not going to get anything else on, in this house. Not this morning."
But she raised her voice to call Karen, with whom she always felt a moving, deep running empathy on mornings like this. "Come and get it, Karen baby!" she cried. "Bacon and eggs and muffins! Come and get it!"
She laid strips of thick bacon in a large pan and put it in the oven, where it could cook evenly, and without getting overdone. She heard steps, felt the strong arms of her son go around her, just under her large, deliciously aching breasts. Damn! Did he get a kick out of feeling the titties he had nursed on? His crotch was warm against her butt, shielded by only the thin robe-her nightie really didn't cover it.
Involuntarily, she wiggled her ass as though trying to settle its smooth, warm globes around his cock, and the boy squeezed her a little harder. Did he raise his hands to bump my boobs up and around on his hands? The thought clutched at her heart, and the smell of a highly excited cunt rose up from the front of her robe.
"Get away from me, you Romeo," she said, her face flushed. She felt warm all over. This was what Curly had done, but not lately. All of that was a long time ago.
She turned her head and kissed Junie on the mouth, wondering why she didn't have a real good, down to earth, mother-and-son sex talk with him. And then, she realized why she couldn't. I'd have hold of his cock in two minutes, she admitted to herself.
She started to walk away, meaning to go in and rap on Karen's door to make sure the child was awake, and had to stop. The brief contact with Junie seemed to have heated her so much that the rub of one thick cunt lip on the other might shoot her into the wild orbit of an orgasm.
Taking short, slow steps, grinning privately at her crazy heat, Mary went back down the hall. Karen's room door was open, and she could hear the girl singing in the shower. It wouldn't be long, Mary knew. Karen seldom lingered under the sting of cool water, so Mary sat on the edge of her daughter's bed.
When the child came out, glowing with an inner life and fire, Mary gasped at the girl's beauty. J don't notice these things, she thought. Not as much as I should. How did she grow up so fast?
"Hi, mom!" the young girl shouted. "Gee, it's a nice day! So clear, so hot! Hey, has dad left yet? I wanted to ride to school with him, to get there early."
Mary stood up and hugged her child. There was a humid warmth coming from the girl, still damp from the shower. Her breasts were simply unbelievable, conical in shape, but very full and large. The mother could see the picture they made in Karen's mirror-the girl so ripely formed, her butt curved and ample for a young kid, the tawny hair peeking out from between her ass cheeks. Damn! She sure has a lot of hair on her pussy, for a kid of thirteen.
She kissed the child on the cheek, wondering if Karen had any real idea of what her beauty, her breasts and butt and belly, meant to the men who saw her every day. It couldn't be with her like it was with me, the mother thought. But then, I had such a marvelous teacher! She thought again of Johnny, and once more she felt that stabbing twist of deep delight, far up inside her twat.
"Your dad's gone, darling," she said. 'It's Wednesday, remember? And he likes to get to the store early on Wednesdays. But don't worry. I feel great, and it'll take me only a minute to pull on some slacks and drive you down."
To her deep pleasure, the girl put her warm hands under Mary's big breasts and shook them gently, grinning at her mom. "Better cover these, too, mom," the bright eyed child said, "or you'll start the damnedest chain reaction wreck in Lakeland history."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was true that Curly liked to get to work early on Wednesdays. This was the day when Herb Daley brought that little Mexican whore up from Tarrant, a small town thirty miles to the southwest of Lakeland. Herb worked a night shift at a food processing plant in the little industrial center, where so many minority people lived.
It made it nice. Little Ellie was so eager to please. The forty bucks she got each week from him and Herb must be, Curly thought, a very important part of her earnings. And shit, it was sure worth twenty bucks to him, to have such a cute little trick around all day, her cute little boobs jiggling as she walked across the store, and her sweet little ass bouncing in rhythm with her tits. Lordy, how he loved to have her suck his cock!
And she was as clean as a cat, so he could go down on her, too, without fearing he might catch anything from her. Only, Herb had told him you couldn't get clap through your mouth. Still, he liked the girl to be clean. She still had a nice cunt flavor. Maybe because she was young, and because Mexicans are naturally hotter than white girls.
He parked his pick-up around in back, in the space that had a sign reading: RESERVED FOR CUSTOMERS OF JOHN (Curly) McLEAN'S APPLIANCE CO. Herb wasn't here yet, but that was okay. He'd had that wonderful, long-lasting fuck with good old Mary. Jesus, what a cunt she had! If Mary was a whore, she could get a hundred bucks a night from a guy who knew what real fucking was.
The thought gave him a strange, savage sense of sexual supremacy. It was wonderful the way God had worked things out-the woman to lie on her back, the man to be on top, to slip it into the open, drooling cunt. Son of a bitch! But it was great any other way, too, he considered, remembering how his daughter had looked, her young ass looking so mature, her fat pussy so open. It would be great to slip to her in that position.
He opened the rear door and switched off the burglar alarm system. He opened the door to his little "boar's nest," as he called it, a small room with one barred window, a comfortable old couch, a wash basin, a toilet. He kept food there, too, in a small refrigerator which he had picked up cheap when the factory closed them out. That way, little Ellie didn't have to run around town getting something to eat, or too much attention.
Not that anyone would take her for a professional whore. She was too young, for one thing, and dressed so simply, for another.
What he didn't know was that Ellie's mother was unable to work, and the fifteen-year-old girl, working for a dollar an hour at the food plant that employed Herb, was glad to sell her young body on this weekly basis.
Not that Curly would have cared, or thought the less of the kid. He would have been the first to applaud her for her loyalty to her mom, her sisters and brothers.
He unlocked the front door and turned the sign so that it's side facing the street said: WE'RE OPEN! COME ON IN!
He thought of how the young Mexican girl would look and feel and smell, as he undressed her. His cock, which had never lost its feeling of deep sensuality, gave a satisfactory throb. If the kid hadn't been so dark, she'd be a lot like Karen. Had the same kind of pointy tits, the same neatly rounded ass. But an American girl, like Karen, would never be so hot as to let herself go, the way little Ellie did, whooping and hollering when she popped her nuts, sucking his big joint as if her life depended on it.
On the drive up from Tarrant, Herb had his hand on Ellie's thigh, trying to tickle her cunt with his blunt finger.
"Damn it all," he said, "I wish you'd wear a dress sometime. Instead of these damn tight pants. I'd like to get my finger in your pussy on the way up here." He laughed but not with much mirth.
The young girl looked out the window of his car, Smiling. "Mister McLean likes to have me first," she said demurely. "And he would surely smell my pussy on your finger because I cum a lot."
"By God, you do, at that, baby," Herb said, and now his laugh was easier. Okay, but one of these days, maybe today, old Curly and I'll both have you at the same time. How about that?"
The thought made him feel so much better that he forgot how tired he was from the eleven-to-seven shift, and he drew the young girl's hand over to feel of his cock.
She gave him a gentle rub, laughing. These two crazy gringos! She and her mother were preparing a little surprise for them. A fifteen-year-old girl, knocked up. Crying her little heart out. And two well known Anglo citizens, one or the other or both, putative fathers to her unborn-and quite imaginary-child. But they could both have her at once, as long as they wanted to, and as long as they came up with the forty bucks. Almost a week's pay in one day, and a lot of pretty good fucking, too. But Herb was speaking, so she listened.
"You ought to be a little bit nicer to old Curly, baby," Herb said. "He gets moody if he thinks a girl doesn't like him. Doesn't cum when he bangs her, know what I mean?"
She turned and put her hand on Herb's cock, blood suddenly circulating faster in her taut young body, making her feel warm between her slender, pretty legs.
"Don't worry, baby," she said in a breathless voice. "I'll cum, I promise you. And listen, Herb-if you want me to, I'll give you a little blow job before we get there, okay?" She licked her lips. "I didn't eat yet. A big load of cum will keep my stomach from rumbling until we get to Mister McLean's."
I can slip my pants down, and my panties, and he can get his finger into my pussy while I blow him, the girl thought. That way, I'll be nice and juicy and warm for Mister McLean.
In town, Curly was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He loved these Wednesdays. He went to bed on Tuesdays, thinking of having the hot young kid at his disposal all day. That was why he had waked up with such a hard-on this morning. He loved to fuck Mary at home, then come down to the store and fuck and suck Ellie. He thought of Ellie as he groped Mary's throbbing, squirming cunt. But he thought of Mary as he so eagerly devoured the young chicana's pussy. Was it his imagination, or did it really have a chili flavor?
He'd been drafted in the Second World War, done his training at Fort Jackson, in Columbia, South Carolina, and got shipped to Italy just before the Allies mopped up there. He'd heard old sergeants talk about eating "Dago poosey," and they swore up and down that it tasted like garlic. "Just like meat sauce, when they got the rag on," old Sergeant Wilfoot had declared. But Curly never did believe that a guy would go down on a woman when she had her monthlies. Shit! That would be just too much.
Nevertheless, the thought made his cock throb again, and he took it out and looked at it with interest and affection. He knew he had a bigger penis than the average man, and he was proud that he could get it up, shove it in, and shoot his wad so often.
He was panting hard when Herb pulled his old car up to the curb, let the slender but bouncy young kid out, and waved before he tooled away toward his home. He would sleep until two, Curly knew, then shower and come down to collect his twenty bucks' worth from the cute young girl's ass. Maybe today, though, they'd both take her at the same time-let her sit on his cock while she gave old Herb one of her special blow jobs. Or maybe-the thought made him a little sick with excitement-one of them could shove it up the girl's ass, give her a butt-fucking, while the other came in her cunt. "Making a sandwich," that's what that old sergeant had called it. Guy lies on his back, girl guides his cock into her asshole, facing his feet. Then she lies back and the other guy slips it into her snatch. Wow! Two big peters rubbing together inside a woman's body, with only two thin casings of membrane separating them! It would be sort of weird, in a way, because he and Herb would be rubbing their pricks together like a couple of goddam fairies.
He held the door open for little Ellie, and he was struck by her beauty, her obvious joy in life, the aura of keen, animal sex that surrounded her. Under her thin, cheap black blouse, her titties seemed to throb, and her nipples, hard as bullets, poked out with more invitation.
"How's my big, strong Anglo daddy?" she asked, lecherously sliding one hand into Curly's crotch and squeezing his dick. Her eyes rolled and her sensuous looking mouth made a big "O" as she licked around it with her pink tongue. "I hope there's some fuck-juice from your wife still on it," she whispered. "I love that taste of ripe cum."
A warm shot of new life spread from around Curly's ass and balls, lifting his heavy cock even higher. But a couple strolled by his front windows, and he and Ellie were only partly hidden by his "Week End Special," a big freezer-fridge combination.
"Cut out the shit in the front window," he hissed, his face red with anger. "Wanna ruin me?"
But the girl only squeezed his cock again, and went prancing toward the door of the private room at the back of the store.
Curly waited until the couple moved on, then, on impulse, locked the front door, turned the sign so it said: SORRY-WE'RE CLOSED, and swiftly went to where the Mexican girl awaited him.
She had already slipped out of her tight pants and black blouse and had on nothing but a very sheer black bikini pantie. Her cunt was generously haired, and, in addition, was very plump for a girl of fifteen. The thick cluster of curly black hair, plus the fat cunt, made an inviting bulge as the girl stood, smiling challengingly, with her beautifully formed legs spread wide.
The burly man laughed as he looked at her. Such beauty, such youngness, such a wealth of heat between her smooth, fine thighs.
"Come to me, baby," he growled. "Wow! Just thinking about you got me all steamed up. WHOOOO-EEE! Let me pull those panties down!"
He dropped to his knees, not waiting to wait any longer to smell that hot little cunt, to see it plain, to pry its fat lips open and feast his eyes on the red inner lips. God damn! She was only a little older than his beloved daughter. Built like her, too, except maybe not quite as much titty-meat hanging on her chest.
There was a wealth of heady aroma swirling from the young Mexican girl's crotch. She liked to be clean, but she had had to get away from home too early to bathe, and, since she had to meet Herb away from the plant, she had had to do a good deal of walking.
"Baby, baby, you sure smell good," Curly groaned. "I don't know whether to fuck you or suck you!" He was moving his lips as best he could in this thickness of dry cunt hair, running his tongue as deeply into the girl's crack as he could. The taste was so aphrodisiac that he was close to creaming his jeans, but he gave the sweetly responsive cunt a final smack and scrambled to his feet.
When he had undressed, and Ellie was holding his dick in her warm hand and smiling at him, he held her naked body against his and kissed her. He did not mind tonguing her, even though she was a Mexican and, in his eyes, a whore. To him, it would not be a complete fuck without kissing. He would not be able to get her hot, so that he could be sure that she really came.
To have fucked a woman and not have her groan out her delight in a fierce orgasm would have left him feeling empty, less of a man than he really was. So his big tongue probed into Elbe's mouth, and she hung to him and sucked on it, both of them stroking and feeling and squeezing the other.
When Curly took his mouth from the girl's, she moaned: "Oh, daddy, I'm so hot! I want your big old cock so bad! Are you going to eat my pussy first, or are you going to stick it in my pussy, and shoot all that lovely jism up in my belly? OOOOOHHHH! You're so much of a man! Some day, that big bucketful of cum is gonna knock me up!"
Curly felt like pounding himself on the chest. He wasn't sure he liked this girl calling him "daddy," but it was a habit she'd gotten into right at first, when she'd only been fourteen. He hated to make her stop. Of course, it wasn't as bad as if she were a nigger. But she wasn't really white, although she was pretty light for a Mexican. Not much darker, really, than little Karen was, with her summer tan. And besides, Ellie calling him "daddy" had a sexual connotation, acknowledging his position of superiority, his rights to her body, since he was making her call him daddy, right? Yeah, it must be all right for this young Mexican to call him daddy.
When he laid her back on the couch, her cunt seemed to open up of itself, its inner lips spreading like some meaty rosette, a thickly petaled flower of pink and purple flesh. She was hot, and he knew there was no con about it.
Groaning in anticipation, he put his thumbs on either side of the rankly beautiful spread of pussy, holding it wide open, and bent his mouth to suck up all this tender meat that he could reach.
As he sucked on her fuck hole, her legs flew up, as he had expected, and her hands came down to press the back of his head, so that his contact was deeper, harder.
There was no mystery about it, her cunt juice did not taste like chili. Maybe her flesh did, where it was rubbed, as at the top of her slit. Walking would make these tender surfaces chafe, and that was the same as what happened between your toes on hot days. A sour, beautiful, appetizing cheesy smell, like that Lieder-something that Mary got at the supermarket.
He licked up to her clit, and heard her moaning: "OH, DADDY, DADDY! OH, YOU'RE SO GOOOODDDD! OH, DADDY, SUCK ME OUT! THAT'S MY CUNT YOU'RE EATING, DADDY! OHHHHHHHH! PLLEEAASE! IT HURTS ME! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! I'M CUUMMIING!"
The taste was so delicious that Curly almost came, himself. But he had another idea. He'd been fucking for over thirty years, but this young chick had taught him something when he first knew her. By accident. Because she surely hadn't meant to.
He had just taken over from Herb, after his good buddy had made the child scream with the bursting pleasure of a big cum. And, as he had roughly pulled her strong young thighs apart, she had screamed: "NO! NO! Don't fuck me yet! Please Don't fuck me for a minute or two! Oh, please!
And she had explained to him, trembling with lust, that she-and most other girls she knew-were so tenderized by orgasm that their cunts couldn't stand a prick until the nerves had had a chance to cool, to relax. "Oh, it's good," the child had sobbed. "But it's too good! You know, my people say that Yaquis-they're Indians in northern Mexico, used to fuck captive women to death that way! One Indian after another, fucking the poor woman until she was just a lump of warm meat."
It had heated Curly so much that, as he started to stick it in the kid, she had reached to help it in-apparently her cuntal nerves had cooled off-and the great, boiling surges from his nuts had splattered all over the pretty little girl's smooth, light brown belly, all over her tits, and some of it had gone in her mouth. She had grinned at him, licking and said: "Hot dog, daddy! Kiss that stuff up and let me have it! I love it He had been so flushed with booze and lust, so overpowered with ego when such a young girl had plead for his jism, that he had sucked it up, one trail or one puddle at a time, and tongued it into the kid's eager mouth. Oh, man, that little Ellie Rodriquez was worth the twenty lousy bucks she cost him each Wednesday! And then some! Licking up his cum-juice so he could dribble it into her mouth. If only Mary-and then he paused, even as he was ready to sock his big pole into the tight Mexican pussy.
He knew that Mary would suck him off, any time. She'd done it, when they were first married, and acting silly. And he'd gone down on her, too. But it made him suspicious of her. Why in hell did a nice young lady like Mary want to suck a guy's cock? Or lay herself open wide for a guy, even her husband, to eat on her pussy?
She had been incredulous when he first balked at her sucking him off, which had been about their third week of marriage. And she had gone in the living room and brought out a book by some damned Dutchman, which said that oral sex was fine and dandy. But she had never gone down on him, after that. Nor had he had the guts to bring it up again.
Oh, he had his own books, and they said that what a guy ought to do was finger-fuck his old lady, tongue her, suck on her tits, get her so hot that she'd domino for sure when the mate put it to her. It was odd that he should have a pang of regret over it, here in his little secret place, with his little Mexican whore. But there was no way he could think of that would ever make it possible for him to go down on Mary, or to have her go down on him without it being sort of, well, embarrassing to both of them.
He was rubbing his hand gently between the swollen lips of Elbe's cunt, and she had one slim, bare arm over his neck, crooning to him. "Oh, daddy, you're so sweet to me! To suck out my pussy. Was I nice and juicy for you? Did it taste good? I must've been a little strong, daddy. I didn't wash Little Puss before I came up here."
She was smiling dreamily, her head resting on a big, soft cushion, where here sweetly cloven ass would rest in a minute or two. He realized it was too late to give her the brutal follow-up fuck that would shoot her, screaming, up the wall. She had cooled off, but he was as hot as ever. Maybe, if he could get it in her slow and easy, and make her cum with a few hard thrusts, he could still try to fuck her silly.
But she was holding his dick, now, and whispering to it.
"Oh, you great big, naughty old thing! Sticking yourself into poor little Mexican girls' pussies, stabbing them half out of their minds, shooting all that juice up them! What makes you so mean? And what makes me want to suck you so bad?"
She reached and got one of Curly's hands and put it on her softly resilient breast.
"See how my nipples stick up, daddy? That's because you made me cum so good, you know that? OOOOOOHHH! Please let me suck this big old redheaded lollipop! Ooooohhhh! I just know there's some mama-juice on him! I'll bet you fucked your old lady this morning, didn't you, daddy? Ooooohhhh! Your old lady's got the sweetest cunt in town. Come on, daddy, lie down up here and let me get that sweet thing down my throat!"
With a groan, Curly heaved himself up and sat on the couch, as the girl, her hand on his thick, hard cock, slipped to her knees between his legs. He was just a bit aggravated that Ellie talked so freely about Mary's cunt. But she didn't know any better, probably, being a Mexican and all. And it sure was fun to see her go for his peter. And he had, actually, left his prick unwashed, smelling and tasting of Mary's cunt and his jism, because it drove Ellie crazy.
He always ran some water in the bathroom, so that Mary would think he was washing his dick. But on Wednesdays, he saved it for the hot little whore.
She held his hard pole for a second, looking up at him with her clear, dark brown eyes, a smile of lust on her face. She really dug this unknown Anglo woman's cunt juice, and the raunchy idea of licking it off Curly's prick. He seemed to enjoy what she did, and he liked to talk to her as she sucked him, dirty talk, so that she got even hotter as it came time for him to blow his nuts in her mouth.
The thickset man watched the girl as she opened her mouth, as dainty as you please, and licked around the head before she swallowed it all. She sniffed at it, then licked again, and leaned back on her heels, turning closed eyes up to the ceiling.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" she moaned. "That's so goooooddd!"
She ducked her head a little, worked it up between Curly's hairy thighs, and took one of his big balls into her mouth, giving it a tongue bath. Of all her easy-come, easy-go customers, this was the only one who had his own place, where she could take her time, have all the fun she wanted. Some guys just gave her a quick fuck, slipped her five bucks, and beat it almost before she had a chance to get her own ovaries exploded. Sometimes, the lousy bastards didn't even give her the fiver. But Curly was great. And, even on his balls, there was a thick, drying, flakey film of fuck-juices. By God, his old lady must be something, to pour out the pussy juice like that!
She took the other big ball in her mouth, holding the clean one in her hand, and rolled her eyes up to Curly's face.
He was leaning back, his eyes closed, smiling. Deftly, she held his balls aside, and licked up and down alongside his prick, where the coarse hair was thinning out, pushing her lips into this sweated area and sucking. It gave her a shiver of flame in her cunt, and she wished she had the guts to suck his ass. But she knew that would blow his mind. He was, after all, an Anglo, hence old-fashioned.
When she took his prick in her mouth, it was as hard as iron, and its cushioned head slipped way down past her tonsils as she turned her head slightly.
He put his big hands on her clean scalp and moved her head up and down. "That's the way to suck, baby," he said in a hoarse voice. "Take it all in. Your throat's like a lovely, wonderful cunt. With lips that close and suck. OHHHHH! BABY! I love to see your cheeks sink in that way-I know you really dig to suck when you do that! And I love it when you suck my balls. OH, WOW! EASY, KID DO!"
He held her head and wagged it from side to side between his hands.
"You almost had a bellyful of jism, that time, doll," he muttered. "And we're in no hurry. Look, get on my foot and fuck yourself off like you do. And lemme squeeze those sweet little titties."
She was just ready to shoot her wad when Curly humped his loins up in desperate strength, and cried: "OH, GOD, BABY! SUCK ME HARD! GET IT ALL, BABY! OH, GOD, I'M CUMMIINNG!"
Her cunt's response was like an echo. Her clit felt as big and as hard as Curly's prick, and just as explosive. She hunched against his jumping leg, loving the hot, slick feeling in her jaws as his thick semen flooded her. She felt anguished that she couldn't swallow it all, but remembered that Curly would suck it up and tongue it into her mouth. Shit, many's the time he'd sucked his load out of her pussy and fed it back to her, their tongues sliding and slipping as he transferred the fuck juice to her.
She was writhing in a big cum, unconscious that she was still sucking the spurting dick with expertise and coolness, even if her own orgasm seemed to be ripping her body apart. This was the best, she thought, the biggest cum she had ever had.
And Curly, hoarsely, breathlessly, was groaning: "OH, BABY! WHAT A COCKSUCKER! THE BEST! THE BEST!"
He looked at his watch.
"Got to get dressed pretty soon, baby. Not you. Me. It's damn near nine."
That was the beauty part of this arrangement. He could get down here early, since Herb always had Ellie here by seven-thirty, and he and the girl could have a long, cozy fuck or suck or both, taking their own sweet time, rolling around bare-ass naked. He could still have the doors open at nine, his regular open hours.
For a fleeting moment, he thought of those two tourists, wandering around town before eight o'clock, looking in his windows.
Then he held the girl again, leaning down to suck on her lovely breasts, fingering her love-slobbery hole, lifting her with his big hand pressing up on her soft, hairy, leaking crotch.
She clung to him for a moment, troubled by the intensity of feeling she had for this big foreigner, this man of a race who had never given her people anything but the shitty end of the stick. I wish he was a chicano, she thought. I love the way he fucks-like a real smart bull.
"I brought a thermos of coffee," he said. "Picked it up at the diner. And a sack of Danish. There's cold ham in the reefer, too, and a lot of other junk. You don't have to dress. MMMMMMMMM! I never tasted a sweeter pussy!"
He finished dressing, and said: "Keep the door latched, hear? I don't want some ole Presbyterian fart stumbling in on you and seeing your pretty little cunt all spread open."
The girl got up and kissed. "You're a nice man," she said, and meant it. "And listen, your wife's pussy tastes as good as mine. If she ever wants to go one on one with another girl, tell her you know one with a long, hard tongue!"
He grinned at her and walked out into the bright light of day. Just in time. A woman was getting out of a big car as he unlocked the door and put up the "OPEN" sign. He thought about what Ellie had said, and shook his head in amused disgust. Mary, fooling around with another woman! No way, baby! No way!
CHAPTER FIVE
There was a new warmth in Mary's heart for her two kids. The mere fact that sex meant so much to her, that Curly was not satisfactory, might be sad. But, as long as she could envision her cousin, as long as she could scream to "Johnny," at least she would not suffer the aches of a hot cunt left unfulfilled. I'd rather buy one of those snakey looking electric dildoes, Mary thought in grim amusement. Better than finger-fucking myself.
She had Johnny Hartmann in her head as she came back into the kitchen, and her heart leaped as she saw John Junior in profile against the bright light of the early September day. With his wavy hair, he looked much more like Johnny than he did like his father. She was positive that she had felt a hard-on as he had come up and hugged her from behind. How could he be so bold? She knew he had the reputation of being shy.
"Are you watching the bacon, darling?" she asked, coming to his side and kissing him on one of his clean-cut cheekbones. "My big man," she said, holding him against her breast, once again conscious of the hot-cunt perfume that came up from her skimpy robe.
If only Curly would react as he once had! But no, the dumb son of a bitch had to be the conqueror, never the real, tender lover that every woman wants. But, as she hugged Junie, reluctant to let him go, she felt a throb in her cunt that was anything but motherly, and felt a trickle of cuntal joy juice steal its way down her leg. As she had earlier, she felt the pagan desire to hold her wide mouth over her son's, and to suck his tongue into her lips, taking it as she would so gladly have taken his hard young prick.
They got breakfast on, the eggs just right, sweet rolls heated, with Karen chattering away.
"Why don't you ride down with us, Junie?" she asked. "Mom's going to drive me to school. We go right by High School on the way. Maybe," and she rolled her eyes, "you could sit between mom and me and we could do a little fooling around."
They all laughed, but Mary, feeling someone's eyes on her, looked up to meet a long, serious look from Junie, who smiled and turned his head as soon as she caught his eye. It made her flush, all over, because of what she was thinking, and she was actually glad when he said: "No, thanks, sis. Troy Adams is coming by for me. Man, I wish I had that set of wheels he's got! Wow! Mom, his dad bought that old thirty-six Ford woodie at an auction for three hundred bucks, can you imagine that?"
"Very neat," his mother said dryly. "His dad owns the Ford agency. They can afford to fix it up.
"Hey, I'm not complaining about my sad lot," Junie said earnestly. "I love that little Vespa scooter of mine. It's just that a wagon's neat, that's all."
"Great make-out car," his little sister said, and Mary's head jerked around.
Karen looked at Mary in surprise. "Oh, come on, mom," the child said, "I'm thirteen. I've known what guys and chicks do to each other since I was seven. And everybody knows that Troy Adams is a cherry-picker."
Junie started to open his mouth, but Mary laughed comfortably and said: "So? I guess that's natural enough, isn't it? Good-looking kid like Troy, all that curly blonde hair, those blue eyes and white teeth-why wouldn't the girls go for him? And him for them?"
"The young girl shivered. This was sort of heavy, talking so plainly to her mom about sex. But nice-heavy, not scarey-heavy. She looked at her parent with new respect. Those boobs! There wasn't a girl in Lakeland that had better ones, not even the senior cheer leaders at Lakeland Union High. It made me horny just to touch her this morning, the girl thought. Partly because she and daddy had that terrific bang this morning.
She shivered again. She had been out of her bed with her ear to the door while her mother was screaming "FUCK ME, JOHNNY!" It was crazy, the way grown ups carried on. Didn't they know their kids were hip to it? Or didn't they care? Anyhow, she loved mom for her openness, her sincerity. She loved daddy, too, but in a different sort of way. Maybe a girl was supposed to understand her mom better than she did her dad, but Karen believed she knew something about her father that her mother didn't know. Like that he was scared. No matter how he swaggered around, no matter how much he talked about fucking, about cunt, underneath it all, he was sort of insecure.
That was Wednesday. A very nice day. Daddy got home late, as he always did on Wednesdays. "Had to make a delivery down in Tarrant," said soberly. "I ate something on the way down."
This was his idea of a joke. He had, in fact, eaten something on the way down to Tarrant, Ellie Rodriquez's pussy. And the two of them had feasted on ribs and chili dogs and Cokes at a drive-in south of town. But he still had the taste of cunt far back in his throat and mouth.
He hugged his little daughter harder than usual, even allowing his hand to go right down and cup her firm, womanly ass. Damn, she was getting to be something else!
It had been a big day for Ellie Rodriquez, too. She had asked Curly if she couldn't run down to the drug store, and, when he'd said he was just about to go to lunch, the girl said quickly: "Let me have your keys. I'll be back before you, and I'll be sure to lock everything back up, nice and tight, until you get back."
He was so pleased with her today, now that he was accepting-even liking-the fact that she called him "daddy" with such a submissive but affectionate air, that he gave her the keys at once.
So, at the hardware store next to the drug store, Ellie got duplicate keys made-which she'd been needing to complete her plan with her mother, and Gilberto Morena, the lawyer.
In fact, it was just a good day, all around. Friday was just about the same, only, instead of Curly waking up with a hard-on, it was Mary who awoke with the feminine equivalent-an achingly hot pussy, which felt forlornly empty.
It had been another warm night, and Curly had kicked off the sheet that was their only cover. He must have been having an erotic dream, for his penis was hard, sticking straight up from the bushy hair of his pubis. And Mary, forgetting their differences and remembering all the good things she had learned from her loving cousin, yearned to sink her mouth on it, to suck it, to savor its rich, masculine taste, and to revel in the hot, thick flood of semen.
For a moment she felt the sting of tears as she remembered Johnny, and how often he had let her loving lips take the flow of jism from his beautiful prick. And then she turned on her side, her face away from her husband, and let her dreams of old days run riot.
There's nothing so beautiful to a real man as a woman's ass," Johnny was saying to her.
They were in her bedroom, as usual. Uncle Tim was back in the fields, and Auntie Zelda, the strong, handsome woman, was downstairs making some kind of preserves. Mary, trembling with her new found lust, was on hands and knees at the edge of the bed.
She could see them, herself and Johnny, in the fine old mirror on the marble-topped bureau in her room. Johnny had even fixed another mirror so she could see how sweetly human, how wondrously feminine, her young bottom appeared to the hot young man.
"I look so wide," she whispered. "I look as wide as Aunt Zelda. Ooooooooh, Johnny, do you like me this way? It seems sort of, well, vulgar to me. I know I'm being a little silly," she said with a breathless laugh. "You've told me, fifty times, that it's not only all right for a woman to show her body to someone who loves her. But that it's more of a sin not to. Wow! I guess I look pretty carnal!"
Johnny bent and burrowed into the wet lips of her cunt, kissing and licking as he moved his face up and down. The slick softness, the richly flavored juice, made his breath come faster, made his big cock harder.
"I told you, we're really going to fuck today," he said. "I think I can get most of it in. And this is the best position for it. It may hurt a little. Maybe a lot. Are you sure this is what you want?"
She turned and flung herself against him, feeling his hard tool against her breasts as she clung to him. She was sweating, because it was hot in the upstairs of this old farmhouse, but more because of the rich blood pumping through her eager young body.
"Oh, yes!" she sobbed. "Oh, very, very much yesssssss! Oh, please, Cousin Johnny, I want your big peter in me! I want you to fuck me! You like that word, don't you, Johnny darling? And I love it, too, because it means so much to you."
He rubbed his heavy, hard cock against the softness of her full, firm breasts, enjoying the clean, sharp scent of her perspiration, the sweet scent of her aroused young pussy. He had no doubts at all, any more. Three or four days of loving each other, of her learning to suck him off, of her coming closer and closer to the brink of womanhood, made him certain this would be good for her.
The girl, her mind as inflamed as her body, pictured the dimensions of his cock, its length and thickness, and her tender young cunt opened and closed spasmodically. Already, she fancied she could feel that big, redheaded roll of hard meat forcing her open. But her cousin had told her-and she knew it, too, of course-that cunts stretch, and that, even if it hurt at first, it would be glorious, once the first pain was past.
She raised herself to kiss him, and their mouths joined, their tongues twisting against each other in a wild stab of hot delight. While she kissed him, she felt his big, smooth hand slide into her crotch, rubbing in the warmly opened, hotly flowing lips inside her thick, hairy flaps that normally covered them.
She held her breath, afraid she would cum on his long finger, then slowly eased off and resumed her position on hands and knees, her sweet young rump open and exciting to him.
He looked at the long slit, which seemed so much bigger in this view, the pink, wetly swollen lips parted, the fuck hole at the top instead of the bottom. He was in complete control of himself, because their love play had kept his balls drained so pleasantly, but he felt a throb of expectation as he slowly forced the big, soft head into the young girl's cuntal aperture.
To his surprise, it went in without too much trouble, although the tightness of this virgin hole squeezed the satiny flesh of the head together delightfully. He and the girl were staring at each other in the mirror, and the sight was very hot.
Her breasts were hanging down, swollen to much larger size from heat, and their nipples were coarsely bloated from the hot blood which pumped through her.
As he held her thighs and pushed hard against the restricting smallness of the barely matured vagina, Johnny could see young Mary's eyes glaze with heat and pain, and then he realized that this was a very unusual piece of girlish ass. His cock was stuck, closed in by an unbroken maidenhead. Mary should have been cowering in pain.
Instead, she was banging her powerful young body back against him, gritting her teeth as hard, deep pain tantalized her. The tears which came from her eyes, although Johnny couldn't know, were of frustration rather than from the hurt.
The man was panting from the strain, his heart pounding. His hands were clasped around the front part of her strong thighs, his fingers in her cunt hair, and he was timing his thrusts to Mary's backward pushes. The foreskin was peeling back from the head of his dick each time the girl bucked against him, and he could see a little blood coming out between his hard rod and the girl's pink cunt flesh.
Each time he rammed in, the friction of his heavy tool pulled the reddened inner lips along, and each time he pulled out, they followed, opening like some gross, bleeding flower.
He gasped: "Hold it!" and, when Mary stopped, her body trembling, he said: "I've got to lie down. If I were to cum now, I'd fall all over you. I'll have to lie down and you can sit on my cock, just as if we were in the same position."
The girl felt an ache, an awful feeling of suction around her girlish womb as she pulled herself off Johnny's cock, and she cried: "OH! OH, NO!" as she came off it.
But Johnny fell on the bed and rolled on his back, and she was comforted, seeing the fat, hard-throbbing peter stand up.
"It's all bloody!" she cried, but he patted her on her smooth rump and said: "Don't worry, baby. That's from you. I'm not hurt."
The well built child drew in a deep breath. "My stupid maidenhead," she whispered. "Oh, Johnny, I'm so glad I didn't hurt your wonderful peter!"
She worked around the prostrate man, her breasts hanging longer and heavier than before, trying to straddle her cousin, face toward his, but he said: "You want to watch, don't you, baby? Turn around, so you're facing my feet. And get up on your knees, one on each side of me. There," as she turned that smooth, sweetly split tail toward him, its thick inner lips wet with her cum juice and bright with stray flecks of blood, "that's almost the same position as we were before. You just sit back slowly, and I'll guide it into your cunt."
The girl was shivering with excitement, and she leaped as she felt the head of the cock go into her. It still stuck after only an inch of the hard part had entered, and she cried angrily: "I'm going to break it, this time!"
Johnny's head was on a thick pillow, and he was facing the big mirror, too. He could see the naked girl, see the blonde cunt hair at the base of her belly, see his thick cock buried somewhere in that pudding of seething flesh.
He wiggled his torso, trying to force a bit more pressure against the guarding membrane, but he saw the young girl gather her muscles as she rose above him. Her ass looked very wide, her cunt was spread by the position and her strain, and her pink asshole was like a puckered eye, looking at him.
The girl came down with a hard bang, cried out in a loud, frightened voice. Her body rose and straightened, and Johnny's hands went up to clasp her body, holding her full, throbbing tits as her body's weight completed the job.
Slowly, at first, then with the quickness of weight falling, her hot, sweating ass came down, her cunt opened, his cock plunging into her all the way.
For a moment, Johnny was afraid he might have ruptured something deep inside the girl. He had a long cock, and this was complete penetration into a virgin cunt. He hit something hard on the way up her, and figured it to be the mouth of her womb. Now, though, the head of his prick was still encased in the throbbing tightness, and Mary was so limp he thought she might have fainted.
He felt life come back into her body. She felt as if she were torn open, at first, for the pain of her maidenhead rupturing had been like the stab of a blunt knife. But now, there was a glorious sense of having her cunt, her entire belly, stuffed and crowded with something very hard and very hot. There was a deeper pain in her guts, a hard and wonderful pain, and she whispered, almost as if she were alone: "I'm being fucked! It's in me! Johnny's cock is in my cunt! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! She screamed as her body fell forward and her ass began to hammer up and down on the man's prick. "OH, JOHNNY! YOU'RE. FUCKING ME! YOU'RE FUCKING ME! OHHHHHHHH! OH, IT'S SO GOOOOODDD! OH, FUCK MEEEEEEEE! JOHNNY, JOHNNY, JOHNNY! I'M CCUUMMING! AARRGGHHH!"
The man had stopped looking at the sight of their writhing bodies in the mirror. His eyes were fixed on the gorgeously carnal sight of the young girl's naked ass, looking so vital as it pumped up and down, as her fuck juice and virgin blood pumped out and down his rod Of flesh. He could see the fine hairs around the child's young asshole, see her cunt open and close as she rode up and down on his thick, hard dick as if she were a monkey on a stick.
She was lying on his legs, now, no longer able to hammer up down. That losing of the troublesome maidenhead had drained her body and mind.
Her smooth white butt was blotched with a red flush, and he could feel her titties squeezed out along his hard shanks. To his surprise, the girl had some of his toes in her mouth, and was sucking and licking between them.
She had wanted to be filled completely, and, since she could not reach Johnny's face, his tongue, she had begun to suck his toes. It smelled and tasted exactly like her cunt did, on a hot day, and she licked between the man's toes in delirious, lascivious heat. It made her cunt flutter, made her breasts ache with the same wild joy.
And Johnny, at last unable to hold back his load, feeling the girl's tongue laving his toes. Knowing her thoughts somehow he made one lunge of his hips, driving his cock deep into the slimed and juicy folds of his young cousin's cunt, triggering a flow of jism.
His cock was bent forward because of the girl's position, lying on his legs. The first blast of semen hurt. But it had a magical effect on young Mary.
In her pained and aching little cunt, so tender from the burst of orgasm, from the bruising, tearing entry of the huge cock, she felt the monster cock swell as its first jet of jism sprayed inside her. It jerked her up, seating her again on this masterful prick, so that its entire length was buried in her depths. She felt the white heat of thick, slick male seed pour into her. A new delight raised her joy to the Nth power, and brought her slackened cunt walls back to the clasping tightness of a moment ago.
Better still, her sensitized clitoris rubbed on the heavy stalk of man-meat as her body rose, and all she needed was a touch to send her shooting into orgasmic orbit again.
The big cum flamed in her belly as it had before, making her feel as if she would explode, and then she was screaming: "OH, JOHNNY, I'M CUMMING AGAIN! OH, GOD BLESS YOU, JOHNNY DARLING! OH, JOHNNY, JOHNNY MY LOVE!" That was on a morning long ago, almost thirty years past.
It was happening again.
In her bedroom at Eight-Oh-Four Lake Drive.
Curly had slipped his big cock into her from the rear, as she lay dreaming of her cousin's lovely prick. She was so full of her own warm, sticky cunt juice that he had gotten into her with no trouble. She had bucked against his hard prick as she had bucked against her cousin's, so many years ago.
He was cumming, shooting his load into her, and, so vivid had been her dream, that she had cum almost prematurely as his heavy prick had lashed into her.
It had truly been like a dream. She must have been at least partially asleep, remembering that day with Johnny, for she even felt the same deep pain up her guts. That Curly, damn him, he had a cock, all right. And always ready.
She shook and shuddered as her husband's cock spurted its rich juice into her, and if her finger was on her clitoris, helping to assure as well as intensify her own gut-twisting spasm of delight, it only made her feel all the freer from the reality of her husband.
There had been that moment of carefree passion when she had been so close to taking Curly's prick in her mouth. It still shook her as she responded to the hard cock twisting in her tight cunt, and her mouth ached for the feel and taste of a man's heavy tool. But she had the dream of Johnny in her mind as well as in her pussy, and the remembered taste as she had sucked his toes.
Her body was hammering back with all the power of her strong, healthy, fuck-hungry body, and she moaned: "OH, JOHNNY, DARLING! OH, FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK IT INTO ME, JOHNNY! OH, GOOD, GOOOOD, GOOOOODDD!"
The man put his strong arms around her, found her hand at her cunt and grinned, and reached up to squeeze her fuck-bloated titties in a hard burst of sympathy. Good old Mary! To shrill out this love talk she never expended on him except in bed. Even if it did seem to get garbled, and sound a little bit like "Junie." But that was silly, of course. Probably almost swallowed her tongue, she got so hot. Man, it was great to have a cock, to be able to get it up so strong and so often, to fuck a woman until she hollered. He made his cock throb and expand inside his wife's tight but relaxed cunt, so slick from his big load of semen.
His hands on her breasts reminded Mary again of Junie. Of how, here lately, he had almost put his hands right on them, usually when he hugged her from behind. And, in her still dazed and happy dream-feeling, this time she really did murmur "Junie! Oh, Junie, darling!" But, with this, she came wide awake.
For she had done some thinking about John Junior since Wednesday, when they had mentioned Troy Adams.
Half the mothers of teenage girls in Lakeland knew about Troy. He was too good looking, too smooth, too confident. And he was male all the way through, as sexual as a stud donkey with its cock run out and hanging below its hairy belly. But, as it happened, Mary wasn't thinking in terms of Karen as she thought of Troy. It was her son she had in mind. Junior. Junie. She loved him so!
Poor baby! He was shy. The only time he ever dated, it was on some group thing, a school dance, a little party at some kid's home, a picnic, or a pool party. Feeling Curly's wilting cock slip out of her sensitized cunt lips, she experienced no sense of loss. But the feel of it took her mind almost away from Junior and Troy. Her last thought was that, perhaps, Troy would take Junie out on a pussy-date or two, get him started. He needed it.
She answered briefly to Curly's somewhat bumbling pleas: "Come on back to bed, honey, and let me suck on your titties."
Oaf! Why couldn't he be just a little less coarse, a little more of the lover he thought he was. She wasn't angry, only tired of pretending, as she gave him the tag end of a smile and said: "It's a school day. Go on and wash up. I'll use the other bathroom."
She knew that John wanted to crack the door and peep at their daughter's sweetly naked ass, if he could, and she didn't care. That child, she would gamble, was forever safe from such as her dad. But her boy-that was different.
CHAPTER SIX
There was, in spite of her ambivalence toward Curly, a warm and lasting glow deep in Mary's belly as she snatched up her thin, summery robe. She could feel fuck juice still oozing from her cunt, feel a swath of it cooling on her inner thighs, and she smiled, remembering how wonderful, how grown up it had felt to her when Johnny's rich, thick seed had overflowed her girlish pussy.
How they had laughed. How Johnny had held her open as she had raked in with her fingers to get this protein treat out of her fat little cunt lips and eat it from her fingers. It had been a part, an important part, of that wonderful year when she had truly become a woman, with all a woman's ability to enjoy her sexuality. And with Johnny teaching her, over and over, "It's your right, baby! Every girl has the same rights as every boy. They're lying to you out of an old conspiracy when they tell you that sin and immorality are the product of this sweet, warm, slick little split of yours."
And then he'd kiss it, burrowing his flushed face into the soft, crisply haired slot between her thighs, and she would throw herself open, thrilling as he sucked among her slick inner labia.
Just as she was certain she had heard a door close Wednesday as she had looked over Curly's shoulder at little Karen's naked butt, Mary was sure she heard swiftly moving feet as she went into the hall. And her heart leaped when she saw the door to John Junior's room close softly. He had been peeping at Karen!
Her heart almost choked her with its swelling rush of sympathy. What shackles of fear kept him from other girls? He was so good looking, so bright, and popular, among both boys and girls.
She knew what he would do now. How hard his young cock would be, how he would probably rush into his room and strip the jism from his balls in a quick series of long, hard jerks.
She could not stand it. Right or wrong, no matter how stupid she might seem, or how wicked, she had to help her son.
Without knocking, she opened his door and went in, to find her beloved baby boy in exactly the state she had expected-with his sweet, wonderful, little-boy cockie in his hand. And with the pants of his jammies around his ankles.
"Mom!" the boy cried, his face scarlet. "Mom! Leave me alone! Why don't you knock?"
But his mother, her heart beating wildly, clasped him to her breasts, and her warm hand instinctively went down to his crotch, where her gentle fingers wrapped around his hard prick. And it wasn't such a "little-boy cockie" as she had thought. Not at all. Maybe it wasn't as big as his dad's-whose cock was? But it was long and thick and hard. Did the boys she knew after Johnny's death, any of them, have cocks like this?
"Be quiet, angel," she whispered to the boy, who had ceased struggling, and was now hanging onto his mother's shoulders. "I'm only trying to help you!" She was gasping with her own heat and wild desire, and, as she felt Junior fuck into her hand, and spit filled her slack mouth, she swallowed and said: "Get on the bed."
"But mom," he said in a hoarse voice, "that's wrong, what we're doing. OHHHHHH!" he sobbed in agony, "watch it, mom! I'm about to cum!"
She had a surge of fuck-pain deep up her cunt, and gratitude swept over her that she could do this for her boy, supervise it, in a very real way, as a good mother should. The fire that had burned in her dream, that had been exploded by Curly's cock, came back hotter than ever as she gently pushed her boy onto his bed.
He sat down, his hard young cock sticking up out of his thighs, and nearly gagged with excitement as his mother opened her mouth and went down on his penis. He had held dreams of this most enchanting form of sex in his mind for years. How would it feel to have a girl take his prick in her mouth and suck it? He had felt inside the mouths of young babies occasionally left in his care, and had realized that the lips and cheeks and tongue of any human were slicker and warmer than a handful of scented cold cream. He had felt inside his own cheeks and lips, and confirmed it.
Now, with this guilty strangeness of his mother-his own mother, mind you-wrapping her slick mouth around it, he knew it was true.
Somehow, as his prick felt the manly joy of being sucked, he lost his fears. He had always fantasized women who were much like his mother as he beat his meat. He recalled this phenomenon, and it somehow made him feel less ashamed of himself or his mom. If mom did it, surely to God it was all right. Maybe not church-and-school all right, but human all right.
"Mom," he whispered, "it's all right, isn't it? Isn't it, mom? OOOOHHHH! It feels so good! Oh, mom, is it all right if I feel your titties?"
He had lost his urgency to cum, shocked by his mother's only too evident intention to suck him off, but the good, warm, itchy feeling in his cockhead had stayed, and now it was growing.
His mother let his hard dick go with a pop, some saliva snapping to one side as she jerked her mouth off him, and she looked up at him with a dazzling smile, her eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, yes, darling," she gasped. "Oh, yes! Slide mama's robe off, and mama's gown. No!" she cried, "roll over on the bed!"
He was tingling with fear, excitement, and boyish fuck lust, not believing any of this could be happening, caught up in an old dream of sex. His mother's body was the only "big lady's" body he had ever seen except at public places like the Municipal Pool. He had peeped at it, every chance he had, for as long as he could remember. Now, as she stood up and shed every stitch, her glorious breasts swinging, her smooth belly and thighs near his face, her pussy hair vividly stark and clear on her cunt, he felt like crying, too.
But his mother kissed, quickly and lightly, some of her warm spit slobbering onto his mouth, and she turned and moved her face toward his prick.
He watched, fascinated, as her mouth came pinkly open, forming a big, wetly shining "o" with her lips. Her tongue came out as if it were part of a funnel to take his meat sliding in, and then it was all on him, or he was all in it. The feel of her slick, warm tongue, its power as it held his cock against the ridged roof of her mouth, made him lunge up at her. To his surprise, his cock sank all the way into his mother's head, so that his bush of pubic hair was mashed against her lips. And he felt warm, tight muscles close on the head of it.
Incredible! He knew his prick was six and one-half inches long, for he had measured it with a friend. And he knew that he could reach the back of his throat with his middle finger, which was certainly not more than three inches long. It was hard to believe, but his cock must have gone into his mom's throat.
She had her beautiful, naked rump turned toward him. Her cunt, looking so enormous and fat, with its thick lips densely covered with blond hair, was open. He could see the slick, dripping inner part, pale pink lips laced with the red of pulsing surface veins. It looked as if he could stick his entire fist into it, but he knew from his slight experience that the real fuck-hole was small. If the girl or woman happened to be somewhat lucky, it would be tight. "Tight" was the big thing that boys talked about. Men, too. He had heard them.
In an excess of boldness, caused by this utterly strange happening, he put the palm of his hand on his mother's bulging cunt lips and pressed. The beloved and beautiful figure moved sharply, then wiggled back, pressing against him, and he heard his mom moan: "MMMM! MMM! MMM!" At the same time, she bobbed her head up and down, so that his cock went deep into her throat, and he knew that it must be just the same as fucking into a tight, closed cunt.
For a second or two, he was frightened at what he had done, but his mother continued to wiggle her ass as though in some sort of desperate invitation, and he pressed against her swollen twat again.
This time, she bobbed up and down with her butt as well as her head, and, since her cunt was dripping with the slick seed from his father's balls, as well as the plentiful flow from his mother's vagina, his hand slipped. His middle finger went into the bubbly looking hole and his body gave a great surge of lust as he knew he was finger-fucking into the cunt that had brought him into being.
He knew what a cunt felt like, at least in part, although he had never been so deep into one, or in such an unrestricted fashion. The opening was tight, and he was proud of mom for that, and it had some sort of wavering grip or suction inside it, for he felt his fingers being pressed and worked on as if by a slick fist.
He thought of what this would do to a guy's cock, and it made him shove hard into his mom, up and down, rimming his finger around inside as if he were trying to get peanut butter out of a soft jar.
But his mother obviously liked what he was doing. Her ass was gyrating on his finger, and pumping back and forth at the same time. He felt little, soft, extremely slick folds inside the cunt, felt something like a small, soaking-wet sponge up inside about an inch. His long, blunt finger rammed into something hard and slick, and every time it did, his mother's wail became louder. He groped with his finger along this hard, slick object. He had never been deep enough into a vagina to explore this way, and now, he was too hot to enjoy it, to really realize what he was doing. But he had gained something important. He had found out that this action of his was pleasing to a woman, and it gave him a powerful burst of confidence.
But the sight of his mother's ass, looking so broad in this position, and so white, and blue veins pulsing in her white skin, and her cunt pinkly open and dripping, swept him up in a tide of heat as her mouth milked his dick. He felt the sudden hot tide of semen burst from his balls, boiling upward. In his mom's mouth? Incredible! Horrible!
But her strong arms were locked about his lean hips and thighs, and besides, he was helpless to do any more than grunt and shove his cock deep into the closing throat. And he was crying: "Mom! Oh, mom! It's so beautiful! OHHHHH! OHHHHHH! PLEASE! I CANT STAND IT! IT'S TOO MUCH! OHHHHHH! OH, MOM!"
She suddenly took her mouth off his cock and fell on her side. Her leg straightened, then raised and moved across his chest. He could see right up his mother's throbbing twat, and he realized she must have cum, for it was gaping redly open, and all its inner muscles were moving like the sucking lips of a toothless infant.
In a few moments, the magnificent body moved off him, and he realized he was sweating with effort and heat as if he had been jogging for thirty minutes in the hot sun.
His mother turned her lovely body to him, and his eyes went big as he saw that her breasts were larger than ever, and her nipples were as thick as his thumb, hard and griny, and almost blood red. It made him feel desperately lacking and he could not move or think what to do.
But his mother helped him again.
Her face, too, was set in lines of deep intensity of feeling, and its beauty was blotched with red from the cum she had shot off on her son's fingers. And on the gut-feeling she had gotten from the unbelievable sensation of having his cock in her mouth, of sucking his jism up out of his wonderful, sweet, hairy young balls.
She moaned: "My baby boy!" and she leaned her body toward his face, holding one breast out to him, squeezing it to a cone as she had when he was a baby. And Junie, instinctively doing what he had always wanted to do, sucked in the mother-tit like a greedy, gobbling infant. His sucking was so hard that she felt long-dried out ducts crack open in a pang of deep maternal joy that was almost too much to bear.
She could feel the fire of another orgasm rising in her cunt. It had been so long since she had had someone of her own, another Johnny, someone to love tenderly and hotly. And she was afraid, so afraid, that she might have done the wrong thing.
But she got reassurance in an unexpected way.
They heard a shout from somewhere in the house: "MARY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
The woman knew that it was Curly, that he had looked through the house before he began to shout. She was shocked into mental numbness by what she had done, what she had experienced.
But her boy, quickly slipping his PJ pants on, went boldly out his bedroom door and she heard his laughing voice: "Hey, dad! What the heck! Mom went out in the back yard. I saw her, out my window. I think she may have gone around the house to pick up the paper!"
It was enough. It gave Mary the moment she needed to pull on her scant nightie and thin robe as Curly's heavy steps went toward the front of the house.
John Junior's room had a door leading to the back yard, and Mary was down into the back yard in a second, her heart pounding, a smile of triumph on her face.
"He accepted me," she whispered excitedly to herself. "My baby accepted me! He likes me! I'm his friend."
She was coming in the back kitchen door as Curly came from the front porch, and she smiled at him, shaking a finger.
"Such a bull-roarer," she said laughingly. "What will the neighbors think? Why didn't you just peep out the kitchen window? But thanks for missing me, Curly." And she kissed him on the cheek.
He shook his head. "I would have sworn I did look out in back," he grumbled. "What's that on your lip?"
His wife ran her tongue up and out, and picked up a leftover drop of her son's rich, thick load that she had not really had the time to enjoy properly.
"Sweat," she answered briefly, still smiling. "It's going to be another scorcher."
She moved to the stove, and Curly, his eyes on her titties, saw how their nipples stuck out against her thin robe. Man, when I make 'em cum, I really make it last, he thought with deep satisfaction.
Breakfast was a little late, but no one complained. Curly offered to drop the kids off at their respective schools, and Karen was happy to accept. But Junie said: "Not me, thanks, dad."
Karen jeered at him. "Going with good old Troy again?" she asked. "What's happening there? Picking up technique?"
His dad whacked him on the shoulder. "That's right, baby," he chortled. "Catch 'em young, treat 'em rough, and tell 'em nothing." He looked up and caught Mary's eye, and flushed. "Just an old saying," he muttered lamely. "Just some kind of joke."
But Mary wasn't listening. Not to Curly, at least. She was listening to the pounding of her heart, because her son had looked up at her with a tender, tentative smile. He was asking her a question, and she knew why he was in no hurry to leave for school. He wanted an answer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was almost more than Mary could do to go about her work of cleaning up the after-breakfast litter. Curly and Karen left, laughing, kidding, and John Junior went to his room. She was in a state bordering on hysteria and a confusion of mind that was physically painful.
She had been aroused by the sex with Curly, but not satisfied. She hadn't been satisfied after Curly screwed her for many years. Once, he had been all she wanted. But, as the years progressed, and her husband have grown less and less tender, more and more of a caricature of a macho man, Mary had found it harder and harder to get it on in the old hot, happy, carefree way.
Why was Junie taking so long? Did he hate her for what she had done? "It was terrible, God, wasn't it?" she whispered, feeling her warm, oozing cunt grow slack with her fears. Would he go away with Troy Adams before she had a chance to talk to him?
She was at the sink, blindly scraping the breakfast dishes, when she heard her son's voice: "Mommy! Mommy!"
She turned cold. He hadn't called her "mommy" since he was six. Had she, or her act of incest, broken the boy down in some way.
She almost ran to his room and jerked open the door. And her heart gave a great, bursting leap of happiness. Her boy was as sound as a dollar, smiling, normal. But best of all, he was naked. And he was everything she had ever dreamed. Naked, a big hard-on sticking boldly out from the thick bush of darkly crinkled hair around his cock, and holding out his arms to her in a joyful welcome.
Mary stood still for a long moment. There was great ball of heat forming in her belly, threatening to burst. Her breasts felt heavier, fuller, and their sensitive nipples throbbed as they rubbed against the fine fabric of her nightie.
She walked toward the boy, whose face seemed unstrained by guilt or fear. She took hold of his hard dick as naturally as if he had been her Cousin Johnny, and she had been the twelve year old Mary of long ago. Strangely enough, although she had eaten a good breakfast, she still had the taste of his rich seed in her mouth, its funky and hot-making smell in her nostrils.
She looked at him, close up, and whispered: "What do you want me to do? Take off my nightie again?"
"Oh, yes, mom!" he gasped. "Oh, yes! Please!"
She let go of his cock and dropped her robe, then put his hands on her shoulder straps. "You lift it off," she whispered softly. "Look at me as it comes up. See me. I mean, really see me, the way I am, all I have. It's all yours, baby! Oh, mother's so happy!"
She felt a choking sensation in her throat, and a hard kink in her vagina, as if she might be trying to blow her load and couldn't.
As the gown came up over her breasts, she could hear Junie draw in a hissing breath.
"Oh, wow!" he breathed. "Oh, wow! So marvelous! So beautiful!"
The warmth between them was a tangible thing, like heat coming from a stove. Mary pulled the boy toward her, and he turned so that his rigid cock would not strike her belly direct. But she whispered, "Kiss me, Junie baby! Open your mouth! Kiss me!"
His tongue came into her mouth timidly at first, and then, as she sucked it, growing hotter each second, he probed all its long bulk into her, lashing across her tongue, seeming to touch as far back as her tonsils. She could feel his peter harden and throb, and she ran her hand down into the damp crevice between his hard young buttocks, her body shivering with anticipation weak with heat.
When they stopped kissing the boy's eyes were shining.
"Far out!" he said in a choked voice. "Real French kissing! Oh, mom, I couldn't believe it happened. It was like a real wild wet dream!" He looked confused, his young face scarlet. "I guess you know about wet dreams," he said faintly. "You must have cleaned up enough of them for me.
Mary hugged him, and rubbed her hand in a circular motion on his smooth, muscular belly. Very naturally, her spread hand went down to his cock, and she opened her fingers wide so that two of them were on each side of his hard organ. With her other arm, she hugged him against her big, warm breasts.
"I always loved to see those puddles of juice," she declared. "I was so glad to see you grow up. I love you so! I was afraid I had maybe made you hate me. What I did-well-it was what you kids call 'pretty heavy,' wasn't it?"
"Yes," he answered, "but it was the best thing I ever knew. Only, it happened so quick." He flushed again. "That's why I stayed home. I wanted to see if we could make it happen again, only slower."
His mother's heart nearly burst out of her breast. "Wait a minute," she said. "Let me go latch the doors. Hey, why are you grinning?"
"Because I already latched them," he said. "Oh, mom, thanks for doing this for me! There's so much I need to know."
They tumbled on to the bed, warmly naked, laughing excitedly. Mary held her son on her arm, his breath warm on the upper slope of her big titty. "What about Troy?" she asked.
"He's not coming." He laughed and kissed along her breast toward her nipple. "Wow! I've heard about things like this, but I sure never thought it would happen to me."
He boldly put his hand down between his mother's thighs, getting two fingers into the wet, sticky warmth of her cunt. "This is the main thing, isn't it, mom?" he asked in a hushed voice. "This right here. Up along here," he whispered, and his finger moved around where her clitoris was growing and throbbing. "It makes a kind of tent, like. The flesh over it," he added.
Mary kissed him. "You know a lot for a boy your age," she said. Then she laughed. "I won't ask how you found out," she said. "That can be your secret. Did you ever stick your dickie into one of those 'main things'? "
He snuggled against her. "No, I never did," he said. His voice was wistful. "I wish I could. You know, old Troy's always talking about how easy it is to get, but I'm scared."
"You haven't been scared of me, lately," Mary said. Her cunt was filling up with heat and need. She had the sensation that its lips and walls were swelling, closing together, making her tighter.
"You mean when I hugged you." The boy made a strange sound. Not a snicker. A catch of breath. "I just wanted-well-to see if you would notice when I touched your, uh, your boobs. Gee, they felt so wonderful. So much bigger-' he paused, and Mary kissed him.
"Easy, doll," she said. "You don't have to tell me anything."
At about this very moment, Curly McLean was approaching his daughter's school. It was a hot day, and both windows of his pick-up truck were wide open. The breeze felt good on both father and daughter, and it tugged Karen's short skirt up to mid-thigh. Her legs looked very mature and lovely to the stocky man. Deeply tanned. A lot like Elbe's.
"You got a nice tan there, baby," Curly said, smiling with pride at his gorgeous young daughter. Jesus, she was a hot sight!
Karen laughed and flapped the little skirt up and down, as if she were trying to fan a hot area. She knew that the skirt's motion showed the white softly bulging vee of where her nylon panties, stretched so tightly over her soft little pussy. But she felt an odd tenderness for this gruff, macho-pretending father of hers, a desire to help him with whatever problem was torturing him. And to help mom, too, if she could. She knew, in her heart, that that's what all of them wanted-to help one another, to love and to give.
In her brother's bedroom, her mother felt that, now, she needed help as much as her son did. And someone had to start something.
She kissed him on the mouth, running her tongue in and around the inside of his cheeks. She was panting, and her cunt felt as if it would explode.
"Okay," she said, "you wanted to see if it was real, what we did a little while ago. Now you know. I did what I did for you, and I'll do it all again, if you're sure that's what you want. Shall I suck you off, like I did. MMMMMM!" she kissed him hard, then moved her body around so that she could hold his hard dick with her fingers, close to her lips. It was clean and shiny. She had cleaned it so that there was no longer any flavor, only the squeaky clean pinkness below the head, the deeper pink of the shiny, swollen glans.
She sat up, looking at her son's face. It was worried, and she thought she knew why.
"There's something else you want," she said firmly, "but you're either afraid or ashamed to ask me for it. Isn't that right?"
Junie's face cleared. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "What you were talking about a little while ago. About did I ever stick this old thing of mine into a, uh, a lady's 'main thing'," and he pushed his hand against the upper part of his mother's cunt.
She leaned and sucked his hard cock briefly, jacking the loose skin up and down, inhaling the sweated fragrance of his crotch. When she raised up, her face was flushed, and she was laughing.
"Now, you silly little boy," she said, "it's impossible for us to carry on like this if we're going to talk like I'm your mama and you're some little old mama's boy, afraid to say the right words. This 'old thing' is your cock, as you know. This," and she rubbed his hand deep into the flowing lips of her cunt, "is my pussy, my cunt, my snatch, my twat, although, to tell you the truth, cunt is the very best name for it. Does all this seem too rough for you? Are your surprised that your mama calls her vagina her cunt. At least," she smiled, "in situations like this, baby."
The boy's response was immediate and purposeful. He rolled toward her, rising up and pushing so that she went over backwards, her beautiful legs flying up. She was laughing, her face happy, her body humming with her inner excitement.
"That's my boy!" she cried. "Oh, Junie, this is better, isn't it?"
He was on elbows and knees, between her thighs, looking directly into her cunt. "WHOOOOOO-EEEEEE!" he cried. "This is so pretty! So pink and juicy. Mmmmmmm! Mom, you sucked mine. Is it all right if I suck you? Just a little bit," he pleaded, his face bright.
His mother's body tingled with desire. With her strong back muscles, with her hands on her softly muscled hips, she pushed her open cunt sharply up.
"Hold me open, son," she whispered hoarsely. "Dive into it deep! Oh, baby, grab a mouthful of mama's pussy! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! THAT'S THE WAY, BABY! WAY TO SUCK, BABY! OOOOOOH, MY CUNT! OOOOOOHH, MY BABY BOY! WAY TO SUCK! WAY TO SUCK! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
She felt as if her body was turning inside out. The blasting cum that had been forming in her even while she lingered in the kitchen, worrying, wondering, was now ripping at her vital tenderness. She could feel Junie's sweet tongue going deep into her pussy, going in like a small, slick, very active cock, and it felt wonderful. His lips were rubbing on her clit, which was apparently going to jump clear out of its sheathing of slick, sensitive membrane. She felt hot juice running out of her, in spite of all that suction, and proudly knew she was cumming as much as she ever had.
"OH, JUNIE!" she shrieked, and now her heart was satisfied because she could use her son's name instead of Johnny's. Her ass was raised so high that her buttocks were against Junie's chest, and her breasts were tumbled down on her shoulders as he seemed to tower over her. Her legs were over his strong young arms, and she could feel his cock rubbing against her back. With her arms spread on the bed, she could look up and see Junie with his face buried in the thick lips of her twat, her taffy blonde pubic hair looking like a thick mustache as he ran his lips up and down, then back and forth, licking the beautiful sensitivity out of her genitals.
It was too much for her. The thick, hot tide of orgasm swept through her belly again, and Mary McLean beat her arms on the mattress, screaming weakly.
"OH, JUNIE, YOU'RE DOING ME SO GOOD! EATING MY CUNT SO GOOD! OH, LOVER BABY, SUCK MAMA'S HOT PUSSY! GET ALL MY LOAD! OH, JUNIOR, I'M SO HOT! SO GODDAMMMMMMED HOT! OHHHHHH! SUCKY, SUCKY, SUCKY, JUNIE BABY! EAT MY CUNT, LOVER! OHHHHHH! I'M C U U U M M M I I I N N N G G G! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! AGAIN! AGAIN! OH, MY CUNT! MY CUNT!"
The boy was delighted with his success. He knew, but barely, what cunt juice tasted like, but he had never had it in such large, mouth-filling plenty. He was raised to a white heat of lust, but it had cleared his brain. He really was sucking a pussy. The fact that it was his mother's seemed of much less significance than the plain fact that it was a woman's cunt he was eating.
"Junie," his mother whispered weakly, her hand brushing back his damp, dark hair. "You did that so good! Now, baby, I know how hard your dick is, and how much you need to shoot that wonderful juice out of your sweet balls. Look!" And the woman spread her thighs almost at right angles to her body, so that her cuntal area became wide enough to have given his entire loins a place to rest.
"See it, dear? See mama's fat old pussy? It's all yours, baby! Stick your sweet, big, hard prick into me!"
The boy heard these challenging, earthy words through a red mist of brightly animal passion. This was the first cunt he had ever seen, and to him, it was the most sacred, the loveliest cunt in all the universe. He had tasted it. It was better than the best thing he had ever dreamed of. And now, having never before fucked anything more interesting than his hand, he was going to fuck into it.
He knee-walked the short distance to put him in place, and looked at his mother through heat-glazed eyes. "I know where it goes in," he said chokingly. "Will you help me aim it?"
With a throaty sound of intense feeling, his mother reached both her warm hands across her heaving flanks, shiny with her sweat. She got the hard prick in both hands, holding it tenderly, and pulled the boy toward her. She felt the touch of his cockhead in the center of her puddled cunt lips, and she hunched forward and upward, so that half the length of that hot, hard piece of meat went into her hungry cunt.
"Oh, mom, you're so tight!' the boy cried. "It's so nice on my peter! So slick, but so tight! Oh, thank you, mom! OOOOOOHHH! LOOK, MOM! I'M FUCKING YOU! OOOOOOHHH!"
She put her strong arms around his smooth, broad shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Put your hands under mama's butt, darling. Hold me up so you can drive it into me deeper. OHHHHHH! THAT'S IT!"
She felt his fingers grasping her buttocks, holding them apart, stretching her cunt and her asshole in that unmerciful beauty that makes it great to be a woman, and she felt she would shoot her wad again before her boy could get his nuts off.
But, when he felt that soft and heaving flesh in his strong hands, when his long fingers slipped in the bubbling cunt ooze that his mother was shooting with each pumping stroke of his cock, he let his nerves have their way.
A heave of feeling lifted his ass to its highest, and he drove his cock into his mom so deeply that he felt he must be hitting the very end of her cunt. That hard thing, which someone had told him was a woman's cervix, the closed mouth to her womb, was giving him something to bang against. The blood-swollen cunt lips were pulled out and spread like some dark, blood-gorged flower with petals of flesh and rubbed his belly, his cock, his balls.
He felt his nuts let loose with a pang of dark beauty, a hard jolt of hot nerves and raw membrane as the heavy load shot through the head of his cock. "OH, GOD!" he screamed. "OH, GOD! MOMMY HOLD ME, MOMMY! HOLD MY PRICK! HELP ME CUM, MOMMY, OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! MY LOAD'S CUMMING OUT, MOMMY! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, MOMMY, FORGIVE ME!"
His big blasts of hot, sticky semen were swelling her tender cunt as each shot seemed to fill her to bursting, and Mary, limp from her series of big orgasms, felt each powerful jet of his cum. There was so much of it! It was sloshing out around his pistoning dick as he fucked into her. She could feel it seeping down between her buttocks, over the crisscrossed hairs around her asshole. Oh, if she could only get some of it to eat!
She let the final, electric waves of cumming slide through her body along tightened nerves, enjoying the last shudders of itchy joy around her clit and in her cunt lips. Junie was a welcome load on her vital body, his weight pressing her breasts into hot pillows of intense feeling.
He was giggling, and sweat from his face and neck were dripping onto her own neck and chest, and she licked it up as if it had been his rich jism. It had the same salty, masculine flavor, and it gave her one final tremor in her well exercised cunt, making the boy's cock slide out of her.
He raised his head to look at her, then kissed her mouth with its soft, pink lips and tender smile.
"I was kind of silly, doing all that hollering," he said. He was thinking of something that Troy Adams had told him: "When you get a chance to fuck some old broad, do it. Every piece of ass they get, they figure it may be their last, and they really put out a fuck."
Troy was a dumb son of a bitch. Mom got it nearly every day, from dad, so she couldn't figure it was her last. But she couldn't have done it any better, no matter what.
He suddenly felt a jealous anger at Troy. He knew why the blonde boy was being so friendly. He wanted a shot at little Karen. At least, that's what John Junior had thought. Now, he wondered. Troy had sure as hell had eyes for mom, in her bikini, when he had come up on them at the pool.
The thought gave him a shock like getting hit in the belly by a hard fist. His mom, with some other guy's dick in her! It roused a flash of anger against his friend Troy, but strangely enough, the picture of his mother being fucked gave him a pang of lust.
She noticed his preoccupation, and pulled him down, kissing his face and neck tenderly.
"What's the matter with my big man?" she asked. "Do you feel sad because we did what we did? I knew you were troubled about sex-I saw you in the hall, then here in your room with that tremendous hard-on. You mustn't feel bad. It wasn't wrong."
John Junior sighed deeply. "I thought it was wonderful," he said earnestly. "Maybe it's wrong, I don't know. Sucking, and all that stuff. Some people say it's perverted."
His mother hugged him so hard that he almost lost his breath.
"That's a crock!" she cried. "Here, baby, roll over!"
She moved him off her, and turned so that her cunt was near his shoulder as he raised on one elbow. "This wonderful cock," she whispered, holding his cum-smeared, sticky prick, "is completely without sin. It's a natural part of you. And this pussy," putting his hand on the crisply curled hair of her cunt, "is just a part of me. Right? So, okay, we kiss each other on the cheek, or on the lips. They're just parts of us, and you know it."
Her son's eyes were intent, "is it all right for me to suck you and for you to suck me."
Mary opened her mouth and took his cock into its warmth. Oh, God, the delight of it! The taste of his jism, her cunt oil, mingled in their thick, rich nourishment. Her son patted her cheek.
"Mom," he whispered, "I love that. The way your cheeks sink in when you suck on my dick. It's so sweet. You really love it, don't you? OOOOOOHHHHHH!" He shivered, and pulled her head closer to him, so that all of his half-hard cock was in her mouth. "And I love to suck on your pussy, too."
She released his cock, running her tongue around her lips. There was that slick, marvelous taste far back in her throat, the richness of her son's sperm.
"Your cock is as sweet and clean as your finger. Cleaner, maybe. My cunt is as sweet and clean as my mouth. But I'll bet it tastes better to you, doesn't it?"
The boy thought, then grinned and nodded. "Your mouth tastes great after you've been sucking me," he said, and Mary laughed.
"That's my boy," she said. "Let me suck him in again, there's a drop or two I missed. And listen, honey, you can suck me, or stick a couple of fingers up me, or just look and enjoy. We've got all day."
"Until three-thirty," he said automatically. "No Phys Ed class on Fridays." He burrowed his face into her nest of hair, down low, between the thick lips, where it was all stuck together with his juice and hers. "Mmmmmmm!" he said huskily. "This smells so good! Just like, like I thought it would." He dived into the warm, fragrant clutch of reeking lips, sticking his tongue past the dry hairs, the congealing cum-goo. He felt his mother's big, softly firm breasts on his belly, and his cock throbbed as her tongue wrapped around it, slick and wet with her spit.
In a minute, his mother let his cock go and smiled at him, where he had just withdrawn his dripping lips from her fountain of fuck juice. "You could get over me, if you want to," she said. "Let your dick hang down to my mouth, so I can reach up and suck on it like a weaner calf. And I can spread my thighs apart, and you can have me, wide open. Would you like that?"
"Wow!" the boy cried, his cock moving in a slow, hard throb. "Can we try a lot of different things, mom? There are a lot of different ways, I know." He smiled tentatively. "You see them in books," he added.
"If you've got a book like that," Mary said, laughing deep in her throat, "go dig it up. We'll do everything!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was a gagging fragrance around her son's lips when he came up from Mary's crotch to kiss her. She licked around his lips before she thrust her muscular tongue in against his. He had blasted a heavy load of his pearly-white semen into her, and it had been gently oozing out of the tightness of her nerve-raw cunt. As he had rubbed his lips deep into her, sucking on her quivering fuck hole, he had siphoned off much of his own rich seed.
As they kissed, the mother put her warm hand down between the boy's sweated buttocks, gently fondling his balls, and his strong body wriggled on hers in pure pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned wordlessly, his mouth submitting to the probing of his mother's tongue. He was learning that real fulfillment meant the use of all his senses in the enjoyment of sex, even the sense of hearing. He recalled the wet and sloshy sound as his cock had pulled out of the love-slopped hole and rammed back, and the muted "plop" as his smooth belly had stuck to mom's, only to release as he drew his loins back for another thrust into her cunt.
On her tingling breasts, pumped so full of her blood as she had cum and cum, with John Junior's sweet dick exploding its protein richness inside her, Mary felt the luxury of her boy's smooth weight.
It was like the beauty that had entered her life almost three decades past. Except that then, with Johnny as the leader, she had been the recipient, the follower, the student. Eager and ardent, of course. And apt at learning, as Johnny had told her so many times, letting her mind find new ways to enjoy her sexuality.
"I can't believe a young chick like you could be so quick to learn these things," he whispered in her ear, holding her temporarily exhausted young body on top of him. "That little quiver of cunt-muscle, after I've stopped cumming inside you, that's a God-given talent. OOOHHH! Baby, baby, that's so wonderful!"
She remembered it only too well, on this bright, warm day so many years later. How anxious she had been to please him, and how, laughingly he had permitted her to try everything.
"I'd split you, baby, if I tried to shove this peter of mine up your cute little rectum," he had told her. God, how hot she had been on that day!
In any case, Johnny seldom lay with Mary for very long after they had finished with their red-hot afternoons of fucking and sucking. He would pick up his clothes, kissing the young girl deeply, look out into the hall, then turn and grin at little Mary and wave as he went out. She used to wonder why her cousin didn't dress right here, in her room. Until, one day, she found out.
There had always been something infinitely sweet in Aunt Zelda's relationship with Mary.
From the moment the girl, aching with fear and loneliness at being separated from her mother, and the generously curved farm woman, full of the warmth and strength of an earth-figure, had held the well grown child against her breasts.
The older woman never missed a chance to hold and caress the girl, and Mary loved the touch of Aunt Zelda's hands on her.
But most of all, after she had been initiated into the sweet, hot mysteries of sex, of having her fat, hot, tight little cunt stretched by Cousin Johnny's big cock, Mary loved the idea that Aunt Zelda knew all about what they did. And she approved. She must have approved, for she could have stopped it any time she wanted to.
Therefore, when the young girl, coming home from the country school, would run to her aunt, she always felt a deep glow of heat and love as she buried her young face in the warm, smooth flesh of Aunt Zelda's breasts. She had never forgotten this extra measure of love which Aunt Zelda gave her.
And never, never had she felt this love any more than on that day when she had had to get up, her tight young cunt dripping the warm, sweet slime from Johnny's peter, to go to the bathroom. It always felt so good to sit on the toilet and make peepee after Johnny had fucked her. Just using those muscles to open her urethra to let the yellow urine flow out, and tightening the same muscles to stop the flow was, in a tiny way, like clamping her loving cunt on her cousin's big, sweet, spurting dick as he shot his load into her. But she forgot her need to urinate.
Aunt Zelda's door was open, just a crack, but enough so that Mary heard a familiar voice: "Oooohhh, mother! Oh, that's so nice! Your mouth is soooooo sweeeeeett!"
The fascinated girl, still sensitively poised on the brink of orgasm, her tender young vagina crawling with the itch of sexual desire, almost fell to the floor as she peeked through the crack.
Aunt Zelda, naked, was a triumphant study of the fully developed, big-breasted, broad-assed woman. And she was lying on her side, holding her son's massive tool like a lollipop, her big pink tongue voluptuously licking up and down its shining surface. Her breasts were being squeezed by Johnny, and he was kissing her on her warm, smooth belly, right into the edge of her cunt hair.
It was so beautiful that Mary could have cried, this proof of love between mother and son. And after that, each time Aunt Zelda would hug Mary to her ample breasts, the girl would shudder with excitement, for she knew that these breasts made a fuck-place for Johnny's dick, as well as warm goodies to suck on. For she had seen all these pleasures as she watched.
"When it's hard, mama, I'll stick it in you," the grown up son had whispered as Mary stood with shaking knees, watching a victory of mother love over conscience and convention. Seeing the long, swelling cock go deep in Aunt Zelda's throat as she sucked it in. Seeing it slowly sink into her drooling, thick-lipped cunt after it got hard from her sucking and caressing. No wonder the girl had loved her aunt all the more, after that revealing experience.
How they overlapped, these dreams of yesterday. That day when she learned that she shared Johnny with his mother. And that Sunday, that marvelous, frightening Sunday, when Johnny took her last remaining virginity.
Even after all these years, Mary felt the sick excitement, the bursting pressure, as Johnny had strained to get his big cock into her tight little asshole. Sickly lovely, that sort of hurt. Somehow, as she lay under her own son, feeling for his big balls in their wrinkled, newly haired sac, she could remember the completeness of that feeling as Johnny had pierced her bowels, so careful, so deliberate, so sure of his purpose. Saying, "We'll do it all!" That's what had made her remember. For what is "all" if it doesn't include a bit of asshole fucking? There are a hundred ways, a thousand variations, to get your own nuts off, or your man's. But there are only three major holes to explore.
So, lying under John Junior, holding him to her as her breasts throbbed with each beat of her heart, Mary felt cunt juice roll out of her twat, and into the dark crease between her buttocks.
She let Johnny go, so he could run and fetch his beloved book. But as he was coming back the door chimes sounded.
Mary kissed Junie's startled face. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered. "Whoever it is, I'll get rid of them right away. You lie down here with your lovely book, and think of things to do. I'll be right back."
She did not bother even to put on her robe. After all, she would be behind her thick oak door.
In fact, it would be an extra bit of fun to talk to someone, whoever it might be, showing only her face, while her son's jism still leaked warmly out from her cunt.
"Who is it?" she called. She was immediately pleased when she heard a strong, masculine voice reply: "It's me, Miz McLean! Troy Adams! I came by to check up on old Junior."
It was in keeping with Mary's mood of sexy humor that she immediately opened the door to peer out around it. It was even more in this mood that she let the outline of one naked hip appear briefly. As the mother of a fuckable, fuck-worthy daughter, she had to be aware of this tall, good looking kid. And, even more, she had the certain knowledge that Troy Adams had looked much more closely at her own mature body than he needed to.
The pool was a big, noisy place, where Troy could have spent all his time looking at the nubile titties, the roundly swelling butts, the lush red lips of a hundred eager young chicks. But Mary had felt his hot stare on the cleavage of her own big titties, on the tanned lushness of her smooth belly, and on one stray, dark blonde hair creeping out of her bikini panties. So it pleased her to let the big, brash, cunt-chasing boy know that he was talking to a very naked, older woman.
"Hi," he said pleasantly. "Gonna be hot today, isn't it? What's this I hear about old Junior? Under the weather, right?" He seemed to be staring over her shoulder, and Mary wondered if, by some dumb chance, Junie had gotten out of bed.
"No, not too much," she said, watching the big boy with interest. "John Junior's, well, just a little bit fevered this morning." She almost laughed aloud, thinking of how "fevered" her boy was, with his lovely peter so hard, so shiny red. "So," she said, "I'm keeping him in bed all day." And how I'm keeping him in bed all day, she said in the silence of her mind, in an excess of private humor. At least, until three-thirty.
"Gee, I'm sure glad it's no worse, Miz McLean," Troy said. It sounded as phony as a three-dollar bill, this concern. She was aware that the big kid, built better than most men, had moved slightly, as if to see inside all the better. But she knew he could see nothing, and that Junie was staying away. "Well, Troy, thanks for coming by. I'd ask you in, but I want Junie to rest a lot. And anyhow, you're due in school, aren't you?" She could not keep the interest out of her voice. He was a good looking, sophisticated young man, and Mary only wished she could open the door, could take the boy in, and fuck him until he begged for mercy. Only I've got something of my own that's a lot better, she thought, happy at the feeling of hot possession that swept her body and made the inside cuntal nerves quiver.
"Yeah, sure, Miz McLean. I understand," the blonde boy said. "It surely was nice, seeing you like this."
He gave her a quick grin, and she heard his steps shuffle across the porch. She leaned on the door, her body tingling with health and heat, and looked around. And then she realized why Troy had lingered, why he had almost stood on tiptoe, and seemed to be staring over her head.
There was a large, clear mirror over their corner fireplace. It faced the door. There was also a great deal of light in the room. The morning sun poured in through two big windows. And Mary saw herself in the mirror, her lushly naked body almost spotlighted in the morning glare. "Son of a bitch," she exclaimed. "I can see every crease in my nipples, every hair on my pussy!"
For reasons of her own, she was deeply pleased. Curly, by his actions, showed he admired her body. And Junie, well, he had been more and more aggressive, managing to get his hot young hands up on or near her titties, rubbing his belly against her behind. But that wasn't enough for Mary.
Curly, after all, might be thinking of another woman when he got his hard-ons and used her cunt as an emptying place for his hot loads of jism Damn him! Never a lover-like word. Only that damned fumbling and finger-fucking, "getting her warmed up," as he called it, to keep his image as a great lover. Balls!
And Junie, sweet as he was, and sweet as it was to have him want to fuck her, was just her little boy. What did he know?
She studied her fine body in the mirror, pleased with it's generous contours, it's increased color due to her season of deep heat with Junie. "That horny, bold bastard," she whispered. "He was looking at everything I've got. And he was liking it."
She knew that there was no way the big kid could have seen her cunt, and she regretted it. But one of her tits had to be out in plain sight. "And even from behind, I'm pretty good," the pleased woman whispered. "Damn him, he makes me feel horny, too."
Her bare feet made no noise as she went down the hall to Junie's room. There was a quick motion of the covers as she appeared in the doorway, and she flung herself on her blushing son with a happy cry of laughter and pride.
"My hot, horny son!" she said, licking along the clean line of his chin, kissing him fiercely on the mouth. "Thinking about mama, and playing with your lovely dick! How marvelous! But you never have to worry about such things any more. You never have to hide anything from mother any more. Let me see him! OOOOOOHHHHHH! BABY! WHAT A MONSTER! SO RED AND DANGEROUS LOOKING! OH, DARLING! I'M JUST SO HOT I CANT STAND IT! OHHHHHH! SUCK ME, BABY! MAKE ME CUUUMMMMMM!"
Above him, his mother's rich voice was shrieking: "Oh, HONEY! THAT'S THE PLACE! OH, FUCKY, FUCKY, FUCK! OH, BABY, BABY, MY BIG, STRONG FUCKER!"
She was thrashing against his hand so hard, cumming so strongly, that he forgot his own hardness, his own fired up need to get his cock into her, somewhere, and fuck until he shot his load. Instead, he held her tightly against him, letting her wails of passion run out, run down, come to a gasping, hoarsely breathing silence. She was shivering, clasping his head to her big breast.
"Wow!" she said weakly. "Something sure as hell set me up for that! I just started to cum the minute I realized my baby boy had another big old hard-on! My sweet baby!"
"Golly, mom," Junie giggled, holding one of her heavy breasts. "I know you've got the greatest boobs, but aren't they bigger, now, than they usually are? Heavier? I know the nipples are bigger and harder."
"They get bigger when a lady is hot," she said. "Like when she fucks a guy she likes a lot. One who makes her cum. Like you just did to me, and like you're going to do to me now." She shook his hard cock playfully. "Aren't you?"
He eased along her body, loving the thrill of warm, smooth flesh on him, his heat rising at the smell and sight of her open pussy, all covered in its thick bush of blonde hair.
"Who was at the door?" he asked. "Don't tell me, I'll bet I know. Adams, wasn't it? I told him I wasn't going to school for awhile, and not to bother picking me up. It was old Troy, wasn't it?"
"Yes. He acted very cute. I told him you weren't exactly sick, not exactly well. But that I was going to keep you in bed most of the day. And I am!"
She held his prick in her hand and sucked on the red head of it as if it were a juicy plum, and she was sucking its juice out.
The boy looked at her with love and admiration, and put his hand on her blonde head, pressing it this way and that as she licked him.
"I got the book," he said, unexpectedly, and both of them laughed, Mary straightening up to wipe her mouth on the back of her hand.
"Let's look," she said. "Oh, my God! But we need three people for this one!"
Junie looked over her shoulder, around one of her fuck-bloated breasts. The picture was one of his favorites, mainly because man had the upper hand. Only, it was two men.
The lady, not too different in build than his mother, except that her boobs were not as good, was on her knees and elbows. Her butt was spread wide and shoved up. A man was behind her, his big cock sticking into her cunt from the rear. It was part way out, so the camera showed the cunt in all its raunchy beauty, the thick lips parted, the red inner lining showing.
The other man was sitting with his hairy legs spread out, bracing himself on straight arms behind him. His cock stuck up straight from his crotch, and the woman, her face turned toward the camera, was holding it and licking it. Her mouth was open, pink and dripping saliva, and her tongue showed in her mouth as she prepared to suck the hard piece of meat in. Her breasts swung down, touching the carpet on which the trio played.
"Doesn't seem fair, does it, baby?" Mary asked. "The nice lady is having fun at both ends, and the gents aren't, right?"
Junie gasped. It made him hotter, just kneeling by his mother while she looked at the lascivious composition. Especially since he was squeezing one of her marvelous breasts, pulling at the nipple between his fingers, and rubbing his cock against the soft skin under her arm.
"Is that really fun for a lady, doing like that? Sucking a guy, I mean? It's not like having a guy's dick stuck up you, is it? Up in your cunt?" He jumped slightly as he said the word. That act, too, made him hotter.
His mother leaned her face against his hard ribs, where he knelt above her. "It's one of the sweetest things a woman can experience," she said softly. "If she loves the guy, or even likes him. To feel that wonderful, smooth, sweet peter in her mouth, to know she's making it feel so good with her tongue and lips." She closed her eyes and sighed. "Did you know, there are nerves in a woman's mouth that give her the same sort of feeling as the nerves in her pussy?"
She loved the word "cunt," and she knew she was dodging the use of it from plain, hypocritical prudery. Here she was, naked, flushed with fuck heat, having milked her boy of his jism three times-or was it only twice?
She turned her face to where she could kiss his dick, which was still as hard as ever. "All of that, sucking is the sweetest, dearest, most loveable thing that men and women can do to each other."
The boy pulled her onto her back and leaped up on her middle, his knees on either side of her chest, his cock between her breasts. He leaned over and pulled a pillow to her head. Her breasts, so soft and smooth and warm, felt good to his hot peter. His mom was sweated, too, and the tender underside of his cock slipped along her flesh as slickly as if it were in her cunt.
Mary looked up at her son through a mist of tears, a haze of heat. She used both hands to press her boobs together, enfolding the hard cock completely. "You want to fuck mama between the titties," she whispered. "Oh, darling, that will be wonderful. But who'll take care of my poor, lonely pussy?"
She was drooling saliva from her mouth, and her delicious cuntooze was slowly trickling from her pulsing vagina. She had the sensation that nothing mattered, at this moment, except to help her boy, to let him become a man, as much as he possibly could, in one day. She loved the feel of his smooth, hard dick, pressing the tingling flesh of her breasts, and she pressed them harder, making a smaller, tighter tunnel for Junie to fuck into.
"Oh, baby, that's it!" she exclaimed as he reached behind his body and ran his hand into her dripping cleft. He was deep into the soft, cum-flooded folds of her cunt, sawing up and down in the wet and sensitive lips.
The feel of her crisp cunt hair, her soft, resilient flesh, the slick labia, created deeper heat in his young balls.
They had been busy, manufacturing more of the rich, thick cream that his mother had eaten so greedily, and now, hearing her cries of pleasure through a screen of lust, he bucked back and forth, faster and faster. Fucking her between her tits. Like the guy in the book did. But the "mama" in that book was lifting her head and taking the tip of the cock into her mouth.
He stopped, bringing his reeking hand up from Mary's cunt lips, looking down at her in a struggle to communicate. He thrust forward. His cock just barely came to his mom's chin, but somehow she knew what he wanted.
"Another pillow," she gasped. "Quick!"
It raised her head so that the head of'his cock was nearer to her mouth, and she let go one heavy, warm breast to put her hand on Junie's hard thigh. "We'll get it, baby," she promised. "Ohhh! It feels so good when you finger-fuck me! Look, try to edge up just a little. OOOOOOHHHHHH! That's marvelous! Oooohhh! Your thighs are mashing my boobs! No! No! Don't move! It doesn't hurt, it feels wonderful!" She licked her lips in anticipation. "Push your dick at me," she gasped. "Ohhh! I've got it!"
It was true, the change in Junie's position made it possible for his cock to go right into Mary's full, pinkly drooling lips. She was sweating harder, too, so his young cock furrowed between the sweetly clasping titty-flesh as easily as if he had been fucking into her pussy, and it was bringing Mary the earthy taste of her own perspiration as well as the clear drop of Junie's pre-seminal fluids. Her swollen breasts were throbbing rapturously, and her cunt, sagging open with her passion, was almost ready to pop.
She was concentrating on sucking the "hard and boyish cock each time it pushed through the clasping flesh of her breasts. It felt and tasted so warm and smooth and lovely. Cousin Johnny's had been bigger, when he had taught her to do this with her girlishly mature titties. But it had never been sweeter or dearer to her.
She was humping her body a little, the cum-nerves in her twat growing closer and closer to the point of combustion, and her powerful back and leg muscles were lifting her softly muscled ass up off the bed, in spite of Junie's weight. The upward fucking motion made his weight slide forward just a trifle, and each trifle permitted his cock to go a little deeper into her warm mouth at each slide.
The alternate plunges between his mom's compressed breasts, and the sharp, sweetly persuasive sucking she gave the head at the end of each thrust, were building an orgasm that would explode in a moment. It reminded him, in his fuck-fired brain, of his mother's needs. His buttocks were open, his sensitive asshole slipping up and back on mom's satin-smooth belly, and her hungry cunt was, he knew, open and begging for his touch. And besides, the feel of it, the heat and slickness, added to what he was experiencing as he rode back and forth on her body. Fucked and sucked at the same time!
He was in a rhythm that stirred all of his fuck system, mental as well as physical, the same rhythm as if he were fucking into his mother's cunt. And she, too, feeling a heavy lump of pure heat rise and swell inside her, was fucking just as surely as if her son's prick had been plunging into her vagina.
The taste of his hard, beautiful cock, as well as its softly stroking lunges over her lower lips and against the roof of her mouth, was more beautiful than any memory, no matter how sweet.
She sensed that he was reaching behind him again, and knew that his fingers would soon be sliding into her clutching cunt. It was the final, agonizingly lovely trigger to her orgasm. She felt his long, smooth fingers sink into her, felt her motion press her open cunt lips against them.
She was screaming: "OHHHHHH! LOVER! YOU'RE FUCKING ME! YOU'RE MAKING MAMA CUUUMMMMMM! SO GOOOOOODDD! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!"
And then, as the slowly working fire-ball of orgasm burst inside her, rolling out of her in agonized ecstasy, Mary felt the first hard throb of her big boy's peter, the first boiling shot of his thick, rich cum.
She could no longer scream out the fierce, pagan cries of lust. Each blast of Junie's hot cream filled her sucking mouth and ran over, out the corners of her hard working lips. She had let go her breasts, thinking only of getting the throbbing prick deep in her throat, so she would not lose a drop of the richly protein seed that her son's balls had worked up. And she was blindly, wildly, thrusting with her spasming cunt, intent on getting those tantalizing fingers as deep in her as she could.
But John Junior could scream, and did. Hoarsely, raggedly, over and over, enjoying the triple lasciviousness of shooting his cream into his mother's mouth-and seeing it happen, with the dazed look of an orgasming woman to give him a feeling of his own power. The salacious act of fucking between two big, soft, smooth titty-pillows, with their swollen nipples expanding against his thighs, while rills of his thick cum traced their slow way down his mother's slack lips was terrific. And, third, knowing that his hand in the cleft of his mother's responsive body had touched her trigger of orgasm, shooting her into an orbit of raunchy pleasure was a real trip.
There was one final soft shower of liquid fire in Mary's guts. She felt her vagina ripple and contract, a hard heat filling her, making her womb seem to convulse, and her body shook with one last, great heave of sensation. Her haunches gathered, her loins raised high, and Junie, limp with exhausted sexuality, fell on his side.
But the boy's mind was as inexhaustible as his mother's body.
Although his cock was becoming limp, although it ached with having had all the sex he could use, his mind thought of his long, opaquely white jets of semen, and he pictured them pouring up his mother's fuck channel, filling her cunt as before. But in a different position, with his mother on her hands and knees, her gorgeous ass open to him as he fucked into her dog-fashion.
Mary, momentarily seated, laid her soft hand on Junie's cock, still red from the friction of her breasts, still swollen from a heat not yet gone. She, too, thought of being fucked, but in a different way.
Her mental picture had two more people in it. And only one of them was John Junior.
CHAPTER NINE
It was really strange, Karen thought, the way dad had kissed her when he let her out of the car. She was a shy girl, except with her family, and she knew no more about sex than she had been told, or had read. That was, after all, a pretty hot book that Junie had tucked away in the back of his closet, and certainly scientific, with all those serious articles, and those unbelievable pictures.
But she was almost certain that dad's hand, on her warm thigh, had been trembling, and that he had deliberately slid it up to her crotch. It thrilled her all to pieces. Dad! Her big, bumbling, affectionate father! Always hugging her, pressing her against his chest. Wow! Like when she was about to get her period, and her boobs were really big, and kind of sore, he seemed to know it. Because that was when he hugged her that way.
And today, although he simply kissed her as he always had, his right arm was clear around her, touching one firm, warm titty, and she had the feeling that he wanted to French-kiss her. It was enough to make a girl wet her panties, she thought, with a great deal of satisfaction. That was one thing she really did know about, French kissing.
And cumming. Wow! Did she ever know about that! Because, even if she was a shy person, she took after her mother and dad, and she knew she was hot, hot, hot! She had enough common sense, even without what she learned from that book of Junie's, to know that putting a couple of fingers into her tight little cunt, and moving them around until she had a sweet, long-lasting orgasm, wasn't going to do her any damage. What damage, when everyone knew that every human being had done the same sort of thing?
So, the well built little girl knew she was hot. Too hot, maybe. Because there were times, usually just before or just after she had her period, when it used to drive her up the wall to know that dad and mom were fucking like a couple of sweet, hot wild animals in the next room.
She felt closer to them both, after each such session. But to her dad, she felt maternal and sympathetic because she had a very good idea that he just wasn't quite doing as well as he thought. Much as she loved mom, much as she had a woman's sympathy for another woman, she had an idea that her female parent lived another life, somewhere far removed from dad.
Not cheating. She would have bet her sweet, hot little pussy that mom didn't cheat. But there was something strange.
She said hello to a number of kids as she went on the campus of Meredith Junior High. She remembered, with a smile, how she had felt that life was beginning for her, now that she was in the seventh grade. It wasn't quite true, though. She was growing up. Her body was changing, her breasts were larger, there was more hair on her pussy and under her arms. But no guys ever tried to find out whether she would fuck or wouldn't.
But now, warm with the guilty pleasure of her dad's hand on her thigh, no more than an inch from the top of her fat, juicy, hairy little snatch, Karen felt like swinging her arms wide. Felt like standing with her pretty legs far apart, so that the flaps of her cunt would pop open. Felt like saying to a boy: "Look at me. A grown man wanted to stick it into me, only a few minutes ago."
School was pleasant enough. This was mid-September, and almost everyone was secretly relieved to have summer over, and be back at the grind of books and the pleasures of friendship.
As Junie had told his mother, there was no Physical Education class on Friday. Karen was home early. She thought her mother was rather quiet. John Junior had had a fever, mama said. Still, he looked all right to Karen. Very, very good, in fact.
When they met in the hall, quite by accident, with mom outside, he had held his sister very close, putting one big hand on her boob, squeezing like crazy, and said: "Baby, have I got news for you!"
She felt in his crotch, since that had become a habit when they were alone, and was surprised that he did not have a big hard-on. Saturday was their day, their time to enjoy each other as much as their natures permitted. Usually, by this late in the week, Junie got a hard-on every time he came close to her. Thank God for a brother so dear, so sweet, so caring!
She kissed him, hot mouthed, their tongues swirling together, and Karen thought she smelled a familiar aroma around Junie's face. But it was a warm day, and a long time since her shower. She was not only used to smelling like a grown woman, she was proud of it. It made her sense of female power grow, and she hugged herself closer to Junie's crotch, knowing that her belly, warm against him, would give him pleasure, too.
"What's it about, Junie?" she asked. "Can't you tell me now? I'll die if I have to wait until tomorrow. Tell me! Please!"
He licked his lips, holding both his big hands behind her, cupping the cheeks of her ass. Gradually, lifting her skirt by slow motions of his fingers, he got a hand between her thighs, from the rear so he could press on the tender, thick, soft lips of her cunt. Then he could get a finger under the strap of her panties, and wiggle it in the hotly flowing little hole between her legs.
"It's going to make a whole new world for you and me, baby," he whispered, his voice husky with sudden passion. "And I've got something I want you to take."
He steered her into the kitchen and took a strange looking plastic box out of his pocket. He worked a little tab on the box, and a white pill came out in his hand.
"Take it," he said. "Here's a glass of water. So, take it."
Karen looked at her brother with smoky eyes. She was, for some reason, hotter than ever. Perhaps it was the cunty smell around her brother's face.
Or maybe it just came up from her own little pussy. She had been aware of heat deep inside her all day. Ever since dad had pressed his warm hand on her leg, so high up. My imagination, she thought. Or is it?
She took the pill in some cold water, and said: "All right, Mister Mysterious. I took the pill. Now what happens?"
As she said the words, "the pill," she put her arms around her brother and began to laugh.
"The Pill!" she said. "That's the thing that keeps a girl from getting knocked up? Oh, Junie!" She clung to him, tears in her eyes.
"It's no good," she said. "I'll take The Pill because you got it for me. But I'm still too scared. Oh, Buzzie, how I love you! You're so good! But I can't do it! I just can't!"
John McLean, Junior, a very grown up looking young man, smiled. He fucked against his sister as they always had, kidding around. But now, with a new and certain knowledge, he held her and kissed her. Sucking her tongue. Feeling between her legs.
That wasn't bad, for a Friday. Once in a great while, if he got horny enough, he could get off just by pressing his cock between his thighs and thinking about a cunt. Usually, on a Friday, because Saturday was their day, and he was sex-starved on Fridays.
But at last the day was over, with Mary and Curly in bed, Junie gone back to his room, and Karen, tingling all over, lying in her bed, feeling great. Her cunt felt warm and swollen and itchy, just the way it felt when she was waiting for mom to leave the house on Saturday morning. Here it was, only Friday, and she was waiting with that same pressure inside her virgin pussy. Her young heart was pounding, spit filling her mouth. If she could only get a kiss from Junie, a long, sucking kiss, and rub herself on him, she could shoot that compressed heat, that load of feeling.
When she heard her dad begin to snore, Karen smiled in the semi-dark of her room and slipped easily out of bed. She considered taking her nightie off, because Junie, in spite of the restrictions they had put on themselves and each other, loved to see her and feel her when she was warm and bare-ass naked. But it was such a short, sheer little garment that it made no difference-it was almost like being naked.
Her feet made no sound as she went joyfully along the hall. At its end, there was the door to the other bathroom. Just to the right of it, there was her brother's room. And little Karen, her firm young breasts heavy with their warm rush of hot blood, her softly divided pussy leaky-hot with desire, stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the murmur of voices behind John Junior's door.
She almost choked with excitement. It was incredible, but it was true. And then she realized, it was only mom, probably coming to see that Junie was covered. A tiny finger of sibling rivalry stirred doubt and momentary resentment in Karen's brain. But then she knew-it wasn't that mom loved Junie the more, it was just that boys were harder to take care of than girls.
"You're sure you're all right, darling?" the girl heard her mother whisper. How could Karen know that her mother was holding Junie's prick, big and fat, but really quite soft? And jacking the thick, soft skin slowly up and down? Or that mom was licking her lips in enjoyment and hunger, having sucked softly and longingly on that sated peter?
She heard Junie giggle, and guessed that he might be slightly excited by mom's titties. Mom sure had 'em! No better than mine, the young girl thought proudly. But really great. And firm, too, Karen mentalized, recalling the thrill she got from rubbing boobs with her mom the other day. Wow! Both of them warm and naked! What a warm feeling that had been! Nipple to nipple, belly to belly, cunt to cunt! That crazy Lela Ordway! She was always kidding about girl-and-girl fooling around. Just thinking of mom in there with Junie, in that skimpy nightgown of hers, maybe getting her titties squeezed, made a real warm glow in that hidden spot just up inside Karen's cunt.
It was all she could do to keep from sticking two practiced fingers up her boiling young twat, and she had to press her thighs very tightly together to stop the smear of cunt oil from running down her legs on their ticklish insides.
When mom left, however, she came out so quietly that she might have surprised Karen with her ear at the door, except that the girl felt the knob move and stepped quickly into the bathroom. Besides, mom was in a hurry, and went back up the hall so quietly that Karen suddenly realized an exciting fact. Mom had waited until dad was asleep before coming to Junie's room. Usually, she didn't do that. So-how come the stealth?
The girl was still so hot that she almost felt her cunt juice was sizzling in her slobbery lips. She had done this number before, so she felt no self-consciousness as she went in to her brother's room.
There was enough light from outdoors so that she saw Junie, but he thought it was mom again, apparently. His voice was light and gay, "Sorry I couldn't do better, mom," and then gasped as Karen, pretending she had misunderstood, answered, "Don't worry, Buzz, I knew we couldn't do anything until tomorrow."
But she felt a tremendous excitement swelling in her chest, a swirl of instant heat in her cunt, as she came to his bed. She thought she understood, now, where that strong smell of cuntal effluvium had come from when she and John Junior had met in the hall. Not from my pussy, either, baby, she said to herself.
She automatically lifted her full, very short nightie as she got on the bed, and Junie's hand as automatically went to the breast nearest him. He had recovered his breath and his cool, and he said, "You damn near ran into mom. She came to tuck me in."
His hand worked around and under his sister's heavy, sweetly warm breast, and he whistled. "Wheeeww! You must have been playing stink-finger with yourself, honey. You've sure got a nipple hard-on."
Absently, as though to replace his hand on some other part of her, the girl picked up her brother's wrist and put her face against his palm, an old gesture of oneness they had developed in this past two or three years. Her heart leaped fiercely. She was right! There was not only an unmistakable aroma of cunt, there was still some moisture in the wrinkles of Junie's knuckles.
She threw her weight playfully on her stronger sibling, then fell across him, one breast on his face.
"I'm so hot, Buzzie," she whispered, using the baby name she had coined as she had struggled with "brother," as a tot. "I'm on fire! Do something for me, darling!"
She knew that mom almost always called him "darling," and that she never did, but she got no rise from Junie. Instead, he put his right hand down across her smooth butt and into its warm, moist crack, getting his finger into her squirming, restless fuck hole. At the same time, he nuzzled around until the hard and swollen nipple of her soft titty came into his mouth, and he gave it a suck so hard that his sister's body straightened out in a desperate convulsion.
"Damn you!" she choked, feeling for his cock and squeezing it hard. "What're you trying to do-make me give milk?" But she moved her body, her hot, tight little pussy working on his finger. 'That's so GOOOOOODDD!" she gasped, feeling a surge of cum-power deep up her vagina.
"Do you want me to give you a hand job?" she asked. "I want something from you, and I'm willing to trade." And I'll bet you need one, baby, she thought with earthy humor, remembering that strong perfume on the boy's fingers. Fooling around with Mom, you must have gotten a bone on that a cat couldn't scratch.
But Junie laughed, brought her face up to his, and kissed her on her mouth, shooting his tongue in around hers, rubbing his mouth all over the lower part of her face.
It gave Karen a new shiver of surprise and lust. There was no mistake, this was the taste and smell of pussy. Something she had never given him because of a deep fear, a relic of childhood conscience, a trap created by dirty minds and obscene viewpoints when she was only a child.
He laughed. "I'll fuck you or suck you, baby," he whispered. "Only tell me which you want. Suck or fuck," and he punched his finger into her startled pussy again.
Karen's body was tense with heat, her mind equally as tense with warring motivations. She kissed him hungrily, the penetration of his tongue calling up a quick response in her cunt, as it always did.
"I can't do-that," she gasped, hanging on to his arms. "Just let me sit on your leg, let me jerk myself off on your shin! Oh, please, Buzzie!" she cried brokenly, shaken with a flutter of heat inside her flowing young vagina. "PLEASE! PLEASE!"
He got her tit into his mouth again, and chewed on it with brutal affection. Her entire body was going back and forth on his as he let the mauled young breast slip out of his mouth.
"Keep quiet, silly," he hissed. "Mom's not asleep yet. Want her to rush in here? Okay, you can have my leg to fuck on, like some stupid puppy dog. But what you ought to let me do is stick my prick into you."
The girl laughed in relief. "Oh, thanks, Buzzie," she said. "OOOOOOHHH! Am I ever hot! When I start to cum, you better kiss me to shut up my mouth. Oh, wow! Ohhh, that's so lovely!"
She had settled her soft, smoothly maturing body on him, with his left leg clasped between her thighs, her strong arms around him. She was farther down than if they had been joined in a fuck, since she was using his hairless shin as a surrogate cock. Her breasts were on a level with his loins, and the left one was between his thighs, nestled in the humid dark against his balls. She was amazed that he did not have a throbbing hard-on, knowing how horny he always was. And mom certainly hadn't had time to help him shoot his load.
She laid her face on her brother's muscled belly, and felt her thick, softly haired cunt lips nestle over the smooth shin. She could only imagine what something really big would feel like, inside her. But this hard, smooth, warm part of her brother's anatomy rubbed perfectly on the tenderest, most sensitive area of her cunt, her clitoris.
She was panting like a running dog, and the scent of her brother's body made her throat close as spit flooded her mouth. If only she dared, how gladly she would suck him! How often she had held his cock, aiming it against her tender breasts, watching the red little eye in his purple cockhead expand angrily, then spit its load of pure white jism against her face.
The delicate scent, the creamy texture, the maddeningly sweet taste! All of these she knew, but she could not be a cocksucker. Not even for Buzzie. Not even for herself. But she was amazed that the boy did not respond, that his prick remained soft, although it was large and fat.
Her beautifully formed ass rose and shot up toward Junie, and dropped as though it would open to suck in her brother's leg. It felt so marvelous! Right on the old button! Could a cock possibly feel better?
Her efforts heaved her body higher, and John Junior, cool and controlled, got his hands in the damp sweetness of her armpits, feeling the delicate bush of maiden hair, and helped her hunch up. She was almost even with his cock, now, and he could foresee a time and a method by which he could steal a piece of her pussy. Just simply catch her on his cock when she began to cum. But now, he thought in the happy dark of his mind, he didn't need to. He knew, now, that he had a better way. A way that would end in love and dependence, not in anger at having been trapped.
And besides, he thought comfortably and smugly, having shot all his jism into his mother's juicy cunt and sucking mouth, he didn't really need little Karen. But, when he needed her, he'd have her.
She was now up on him so far that her pussy, spread so wide, was mashed wetly against the upper part of his thigh. There was a throb in his prick, and he felt proud of it. Surely, it would be ready tomorrow. And her titties were smashed against his chest, her hot breath pouring out of her slackly open mouth against his neck.
In a burst of good natured sexuality, he got both hands down around his sister's firm, rounded buttocks and pulled them open as he pulled her up.
Something about this action seemed, in her senses, to open her even more, and she felt the final friction that triggered her cum.
"OH, JESUS, JUNIE!" she shrieked against the sweated flesh of his neck, "I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG! ohhhhhh! ohhhhhh! oohhhhhh!"
The startled boy, feeling his cock glow with warmth, grabbed his sister's head and put his mouth over hers. Her lips encircled a black "O" in that living dark, and he got not only his tongue but half his lips into her mouth.
She felt the long, hard tongue go into her, and it lit the last fire inside her convulsing twat. Ecstasy too great to be borne quietly was wracking her strong, sweet, healthy body. She was shuddering against him, her screams muted to vibrant moans: "OMMMMMM! OMMMMMM! OMMMMMM!"
The hard fits of orgasm pounded in her again and again, until at last she fell limply against Junie, and he held her, caressing her sweated back, her long, tawny blonde hair.
He could not get the vision of that black hole of her mouth had made out of his mind, nor the strength of her tongue. It made his cock throb again. Fuck her in the head, he said in his mind. Suck the juice right out of her cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
Saturday was always a busy day for Mary McLean. She was a methodical person, budgeting her days, and she liked to do her food buying on Saturday, as well as any other shopping chores that required going downtown into the center of Lakeland.
She usually did the food selection last, because there were two or three old girl friends whom she liked to meet downtown, have a couple of drinks, and eat lunch at the Golden Pheasant, Lakeland's best restaurant.
Usually, she looked forward to Saturdays, but not today. Last night's few moments "with Junie had been marvelous. She was touched that the strong, healthy kid was not able to respond when she went in and gave his lovely prick a-long, tongue-basting suck. How many older guys could have gotten it up after getting their balls drained five times in one day? Because it was at least five, and it might have been six. "I just sort of ate him up," she whispered to herself, warm with the recollection of how the boy had spread her strong, smooth thighs and pushed his sweet face deep into her flowing cunt. How sweet it would be, today, just to let the shopping, the Saturday spree with her friends, go down the drain. "And I could go down on Junie," Mary whispered.
But, of course, there was the matter of Karen. And Karen, Mary knew, would stay at home all morning as she generally did, enjoying the sensation of leisure.
Curly left early. He almost always did, on Saturday. Mary fed the kids, looking at her handsome son with new love as she thought of how simply and easily he had adapted to a situation that would have thrown most grown men into a mental breakdown. They're still very close to the tit and the training pants, she thought with some inward mirth. Little babies suck mama's titties, crawl all over mama's warm, naked belly, feel of mama's hairy old twat. And are not tortured by the whips and stings of conscience.
The thought gave Mary a quick twist of love pain in her cunt, and she got up automatically.
"All I'm leaving for you two is to make your own beds and do the breakfast dishes," she said, stopping with her arm over Karen's warm shoulders.
She went out to her station wagon, filled with the light spirit of peace and love. Even Curly seemed, as she thought of him, not such a bad person. Now that she had tasted again the sweetness of man's seed, she thought of her husband's thick tube of meat with a shiver of lust. Maybe he, too, wanted oral sex, but couldn't find a way to make it known.
She need not have bothered about that facet of his character. He wasin the big bedroom at Fay Dunham's big home and was getting out of his jump suit. He had kicked off his shoes, and all he had to do was roll his shorts down.
"You big old curly bear," the sweetly formed, pale skinned woman said. "Look at that cock! Old reliable! How come you're always so ready, Curly?"
She lay propped up on big pillows, her slim and shapely legs wide apart, her thickly haired cunt popped open from her need. The man grinned at her, the thin red line of inner cunt lips shining in his peripheral view. Her breasts, long and firm and heavy, seemed large to Curly. How he loved to suck them! Or to squeeze them in his big hands as they sixty-nined.
"Baby, you'd make a marble statue ready," he said, coming over to the side of her bed, rubbing his hard cock against her shoulder.
"When I think of your cunt, and the way it tastes, when I think of sucking you out, sucking you dry, it makes my guts twist."
Fay turned her blonde head and opened her mouth, sucking in the bulbous head of the big prick.
"Ummmmmm!" she exclaimed, letting it go with a pop. "Curly, you're a poet as well as a cocksman. Curly, do you know why I like you? Why I never get tired of your prick?"
He had a big, blunt finger deep in her wet, tight pussy, now, and he exerted pressure on it, as if he would lift her ass off the bed, and the woman slapped at his arm, screaming and laughing.
"You fucking animal!" she cried. "That's part of the reason. You never are far from the subject! You think cunt and you treat a woman as if her cunt were the most important part of her."
"I eat cunt, too," Curly laughed. How he wished that he could be as free-as "dirty," the way he thought of it-with Mary as he could with this wealthy, well-bred, abandoned woman. Or as open as he was with little Ellie Rodriquez. But these woman deliberately made themselves his equals in sex, where Mary seemed-in his mind, at least-to be superior.
He grabbed the slender woman by her ankles and raised her so that her knees were over his strong arms. She laughed up at him as she lay with her shoulders on the bed. Her cunt was open at his chin, and he buried his mouth in her muff of blonde cunt fur, sucking at the swollen, vein-laced lips. So sweet, so rich, so human, was this rich woman's cunt and as strong and gamy in flavor as that of the young Mexican whore. Strange, the way he thought of Mary when he was with either of these two. He thought of Ellie, too. And she was thinking of him.
"I don't know," she was saying to the other members of the little family council. Mama and the young lawyer, Gilberto Moreno, and her brother, Luis. "I think Tuesday's better than Wednesday. I'll tell both of them that I have to see them. If I wait until Wednesday, well, that's just their regular day for fun and games with me and my pussy, and they'll be so worked up with the idea of fucking that it won't really hit them."
The lawyer, sitting in the Rodriquez kitchen table with his hand in Elbe's lap, squeezed her thigh.
"Elbe's right," he said. "The greater the shock, the easier it will be to get an agreement out of them. In writing," he added.
Luis laughed. "I think one of the conditions I'll make is that I get a crack at his daughter. Old McLean's daughter, I mean. Wow! Ever since I saw her in his store, I've had a hard-on for her." He scratched his crotch, his white teeth bared in a smile, "some neat little pussy," he said. "Okay, Ellie, Tuesday's okay. Do we use my truck? Or Gil's car?"
The girl got up, dislodging Gilberto's hand from her thigh. She was laughing, her cunt's warmth making her feel as if she could fuck the world.
Her brother put his arm around her, sliding his hand down to cup her firm and rounded ass. "Very nice, baby," he said. "Those Anglo bastards been getting a good deal." Casually, he put his hand deeper between her legs, rubbing at the padded outlines of her pussy through the crotch material of her panties.
Ellie gave him a look and a laugh. "You think that Anglo chick's any better?" she asked. "Old McLean's baby doll?"
Luis laughed and kissed her lightly, kneading her breast.
"Naw," he said, "I was just thinking-those Anglos, a kid her age is likely to have a cherry. Maybe she still has it."
He was almost right. Karen did still have it, or most of it. Hard play with John Junior, hotly vigorous releases from her own fingers, even the playful experiments every girl tries with carrots or Italian squashes or other penis-shaped objects, had not entirely deflowered her. But she thought of it often. Especially on Saturdays.
"You've got to listen to me, baby," Junie was saying.
They were in her bedroom, and Karen had her sweetly formed young ass planted on her bed. Junie was on his knees and was trying to get her to spread her thighs a little more. "Come on, sugar," he pleaded. "This is for real, what I'm telling you. For me to suck your pussy is as sweet as if I were sucking your tongue."
The young girl, her face flushed with heat, smilingly shook her taffy colored head of hair. "Then you'll want to stick it in me," she said. "You gave me the Pill, and I took it. I took another one this morning. But it's not enough, it doesn't clear up the things that really matter. Oh, Buzzie," and she held his head against her burning young breasts, "can't you see, I'm just as scared as ever, Pill or no Pill? Come on up here and let me beat you off! I'll catch some of it in my mouth, if it makes you feel any better." Her face flushed at the thought, and Junie thought she had never looked prettier.
"You hate it," he said. "You think it's like piss, just because it comes out of my peter!"
The girl laughed tremulously. "You say it's so sweet, and you say my pussy's so clean and sweet-tell me, why don't mom and dad do that to each other? I've peeked at them fifty times, maybe a hundred. You don't ever see them sucking each other. And they're hot as minks, both of them."
Junie gave her a confident smile. "They're old-fashioned people, at least dad is," he replied.
"And mom isn't?" Karen asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "Would mom suck dad, if he wanted her to? Don't kid me, Junie. Oh, please!" the girl cried. "This is making me so HOTTT! Please get on me and play with my pussy, and let's kiss, like we always do! Get me off, Junie! Please!"
He pulled her face down and tongued her as hard as he could. The action raised his heat, too, and he stood up, his erect cock almost touching his sister's breast. Automatically, she began to frig at it, pulling the thick, soft foreskin back, exposing the shining red head, then pulling it toward her. She was turning all of this argument over in her mind. Ever so often, Junie got the idea of making their mutual sex pact more complete, of really fucking, of having real, complete oral contact. But every time I think of that word, cocksucker, she thought, if just makes me sick. Still, she licked her lips, swallowing a gush of saliva into her mouth, as she thought of the silken thickness, the warmth and richness of Junie's cum. She didn't hate it. She loved it so much she was afraid she'd go crazy if she ever really had a lot of it. Just to think of the potential in that slick, thick juice could make her cum.
"Let me make you cum, Buzzie," she pleaded. "And then you can play with me, and run your finger in and out of my pussy while we suck tongues. Two fingers, if you want."
She held on to Junie's head desperately with one arm, and to his cock with the other. "I just won't do it," she said flatly. "I just won't let you suck me. I don't give a damn what you say-it's my pee-place. It's got to be dirty!"
Her brother pulled away from her, looking exasperated. "You know you're as hot as I am," he said. "You want it as much as I do. And I don't buy that shit that you think it's dirty. Look, if it wasn't for you coming to me a couple of years ago, and asking me what I knew about sex, and wouldn't I help you, we wouldn't be doing any of this. Don't lie! You know it's true! You want it. Look at your tits! Look how swollen up they are."
"I want it! I want it!" The young girl covered her face with her hands. "I want to cum! I want to make you cum, too! Oh, your cock is just so hard and lovely! But I'm scared! Honest, Junie!"
Very slowly and carefully, the big boy pulled his cock away from his sister's smooth, soft hands. He couldn't stay mad at her. She meant too much to him.
She had never denied him access to her slit. That was what she had wanted when she was barely eleven, that someone she loved should play with it. And the only one she loved-that way, at least-was her brother. Ordinarily, she would have been on her back, thighs spread, cunt open, as soon as they came in her room, naked. Saturday was their day, and had been for a long time.
Then he could have finger-fucked her as often as he wanted to, and she could have gotten his nuts off in a dozen different ways. For she truly did love his jism, although the thought of sucking it straight out of his cock appalled her. It was wrong. Maybe not dirty, although it certainly would be dirty if he sucked her dirty pussy.
Her mind was reeling as Junie continued to stick his tongue between her sensitive fingers. Oh, God, how it would feel rapping against her clit! It would kill her, bring her up and out in a long, screaming cum. And now, she was afraid that when she was that way, limp and relaxed from her tidal wave of cumming, he would either fuck her or suck her.
He was rubbing his hand softly on the smooth, sweet skin on the insides of her thighs, each time getting a little closer to the top of her slit. I'm a fool, he thought. I should have played along with her, and then, when she popped her nuts and was out of it, I should have dived into her pussy and started sucking.
When he touched the inside of the slit, the moist, soft area where her tightly throbbing clitoris was hiding, Karen let her arms go and fell back on the bed. If he was smart, she knew, he would simply shove his face into her cunt and she would not be able to resist, if she wanted to. She was not so sure, any more.
Her cunt was throbbing now, and she could feel her cUt, hard as his prick, jerking excitedly with each strong beat of her heart.
And now, she felt his finger go into her, sliding delicately across the swollen, sensitive inner lips, touching the live flesh just around her little bud of crazy nerves and hot fuck power. If he shoves it in me, I'll go wild, she thought. Oh, Buzzie, shove that finger in!
But strangely, her brother stopped shoving with his finger. Instead, he had picked up her hand again, and was tonguing between her fingers. The unspoken command was so plain that she could not miss. And his tongue was, oh, so much smoother, so much hotter, than his finger!
Like an automaton, the girl raised her beautifully turned legs from the floor where her feet had been resting. She was breathing hard and fast, looking straight up at the ceiling. Her firm breasts, due to their conical shape, did not loll down her rib cage, but rather, they stood almost straight up. From his position, Junie thought he could see them throb in time with her breathing.
Her cunt was spread wide open, as her legs had gone over his shoulders, and he could see the wet, pink sweetness of its slick labia, the movement of the muscular rim around the hole.
He placed his hands under Karen's buttocks, loving the smoothness of her skin, and held her trembling body as he bent his head down so that his lips were no more than an inch from the trembling cunt. He was nearly blind with heat and lust, and his nuts were drawn up so tightly to his cock that they hurt. He had wanted this for a long time, and now, he would have it.
He was warmed by a surging pride that he had won this right from his sister by his own machinations, when suddenly her hands locked around his head, her legs tightened on his back.
She arched her body up so that her cunt seemed to seek him, to kiss him, in fact, instead of the other way around.
He felt her smooth, soft warmth against his face, sucking as hard as he could, and then probed deeply into her cunt hole, shoving his tongue in as deep as it would go, and twisting it hard. He was getting a big mouthful of her clear, rich cum, and the delicatessen flavors and scents of her hot cunt were drugging him.
And Karen was moaning, singing the song of her orgasm: "OH, JUNIE BABY! OHHHHHH! IT'S BEAUTIFUL! OH, THANK YOU, JUNIE! OH, THANK YOU, BUZZIE BABY, FOR THIS SWEET THING! OHHHHHHHHH!"
Her ass was shooting forward at him with such force that he felt his lips swelling as her padded pubic arch struck him. But all he cared for, at this moment, was the cunt's softness, the swelling flow of cum juice, the fact that he was making his sister shoot her wad in the longest and loudest orgasm of her life.
He could hold back his own needs in the joy of manhood she was giving him with her ardor, her screams of lust, the tribute of her throbbing cunt muscles.
When she at last subsided, her crotch was slick with girl-sweat, and he ate very gently along the space outside of her cunt hair, licking the heady flavors of her sweat and of cum juice overflowing along her thighs. He licked deep into her ass crack, too, and felt Karen shrink, then respond, as his tongue -rimmed around her sweated, puckered asshole.
To his surprise, his hands were squeezing his sister's breasts, and he realized he had grabbed them as soon as he had dived into her open split.
She was smiling at him weakly, tousling his sweat-dampened hair. "Your face is all shiny with my cum," she whispered. "Oh, Junie, you made me cum so good! You were right, baby, I always did want what you did! I was just, well, fouled up in my thinking. Mom and dad never doing it, and all." She tugged gently at his hair. "Come up and kiss me, Junie," she said, and giggled. "If it's good enough for you, it ought to be good enough for me!"
He got up on the bed gingerly. "Don't touch my cock," he said. "It's so hard it'd break off if you thumped it. And if it didn't fall off, I'd shoot my cream all over your tits."
They kissed, and he had never known Karen to be so ardent, so anxious to probe into every corner and crevice of his mouth.
"I always thought my pussy tasted pretty good," she whispered, looking deep into his eyes as she hung around his neck. "I'm glad you like it. Why was I such a fool? Why wouldn't I give in before?"
John Junior sat back on his heels, one hand on her nearest boob. It was throbbing with her blood, the nipples looking almost a dark blood-red instead of their usual browny-pink. "Why did you give in now?" he asked, smiling down at her. "Jee-zuss, you sure made me work for it. Listen, baby, I hope you see, now, that that's the sweetest thing a girl can give a guy, almost," he said, and blushed "That's really true. It's sweet and clean and good." He sounded defiant, then laughed. "I got that on the very best authority."
Karen put her hand between her legs, rubbed it deep into the wet lips of her pussy, and groaned. "I'll bet my bed's wet," she said. "Feel that juice pour out of me! The way you were sucking, I thought you'd get it all, but you just made me shoot more of it. Help me up, honey. OOOOOOHHH! That feels so good on my cunt! To sit on it this way. Let the damn bed get wet."
She held her brother and kissed him again. "Listen, Junie," she said, "I haven't been too honest with you. I know who convinced you that all this-well-this sucking was okay. At least, I think I know. It was mom, wasn't it?"
The boy laughed. "I promised not to tell," he jibed. "Does that answer your question, Miss District Attorney?"
The girl snuggled closer to him, rubbing her naked body against Junie's. She shivered as a mild echo of orgasmic feeling ran delicate fingers inside her vagina. "I've been a fool," she said. "I never thought anything could be so crazy-wonderful! OOOOOOHHH! To feel your tongue in me-oh, wow! And on my clit! Crazy!"
The well built girl suddenly threw herself back on the bed, her thighs spread wide, and her brother saw the muscles in her smooth belly rolling. She had her lower lips between her teeth, her eyes closed, and she was moaning, "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" and humping her ass up and down.
"I'll go as easy as I can," the boy panted, unable to take his eyes from that soft mound where her tawny blonde cunt hair crisscrossed to make a web of gold across her pink split.
He knead his way over her thigh, between the beautiful legs, "I'm afraid I'll cum the second I touch you," he said.
Karen opened her eyes and grinned. "If mom really drained you out yesterday, you ought to have a little control," she said. "If I put it in, will it help? Oh, please let me, Junie! I've always wanted to hold a real, live prick and put it in my cunt!"
She had raised her knees, and now she reached one hand under her thigh, and one between them, softly holding her brother's cock. Her lovely young face was set in lines of concentration, her eyes on some far-off idea as she moved the big, smooth head up and down in the slickness of cunt ooze that flowed out of her so generously.
"I guess this is how you do it," she panted. "Maybe you'll have to help when it goes in."
The smell of hot pussy was like a dream of lust, and he wriggled his behind and pushed as Karen held his cock just at her entrance.
"OH, BUZZIE!" she cried. "PUSH! PUSH! OH, PLEASE!"
She had begun to pump her frantic cunt up and down in a crazy rhythm, and his cock, caught in the narrow aperture, felt as if it would break off. He had been on his knees, looking down at the joining of their sex organs, but he now fell forward, covering his sister's pumping loins with his, and threw himself at her with all his weight.
There was a heavy jolt and a momentary burst of deep pain in Karen's insides, and she stopped screaming and thrashing as her brother's big cock tore into her. And then he tried to shoot his heavy load of jism into her, and she went wild again.
"FUCK ME, BUZZIE!" she screamed, flinging her body up at him. "FUCK IT INTO MY CUNT! OH, STICK IT IN, BABY! I LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU! OHHHHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! DEEPER, DEEPER! FUCK HARD! FUCK DEEP! OH, CUM IN MY PUSSY! SHOOT IT INTO ME! OHHHHHH!"
He was fucking her in a rolling rhythm, twisting his cock as it hit bottom, and he felt the spurting head striking Karen's girlish cervix as he thrust in with all the length of his prick.
In the height of his joy, he shut off Karen's frantic shrieks of fulfillment by closing his mouth on hers, and the slippery heat of her tongue, wrapped around his, made his cumming sweeter.
Long after every drop of his rich cream had been milked out of his dick, he kept his belly plastered on his sister's, making short, strong fucking motions that had her body quivering, her cunt fluttering inside. When his cock inevitably began to soften, the girl's tightness began to force it out, and they both humped together, hoping to keep it in a little longer.
When it was all over, and his cock was lying, limp and wet, on Karen's thigh, John Junior rolled off on his side, so that the two kids faced each other. He ducked his head to suck on one of the girl's swollen nipples, and her strong young body heaved and pushed toward him as she moaned.
"That's so sweet, Buzzie," she whispered. "Oh, you guys just don't know what it's like to be a girl! I feel that right in my pussy! Put your finger in me, and suck on my titty again."
He worked two fingers into her tight hole, so hot and slippery with his big shots of jism, and once more sucked in her nipple. He could feel her body move, but that was not all. As her loins pushed at him, a group of tiny muscles inside clutched at his fingers, and they seemed to go deeper into his sister's cunt as if some suction were drawing them in.
When he slipped his fingers out, the friction drawing a small cry of fuck-feeling from Karen, she grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up between them. "Oh, wow!" she said in awe. "Look, Junie, blood! Oh, baby! I did have some of my cherry left! God damn, I thought I felt something tear inside me!"
Junie's face was pale. "I felt it, too," he said. "Jee-zuss! A cherry!"
He held her to him, kissing her. "Golly, baby, no wonder you were so tight!" He held his hand before his face, his eyes fixed on the bright blood mixed with his congealing cum and his sister's clear fuck-juice. He licked at it, but Karen grabbed his hand.
"Not you," she said. "This is mine! The only time I'll ever bleed this way!"
Looking at him over the fork of his hand, she began to lick his fingers. When she was done, she said: "If I was an acrobat, I could get my head down and suck all that good goo right out of my pussy. Oh, Buzzie, will you suck me out? And let me have it? Please? Pretty please, with pussy juice on it?"
She humped her young belly up at him and he got on knees and elbows, his face within licking distance of her pussy. The girl, her hands under her hips, raised herself so that her open cunt lips were at his mouth. He could see the thick-vein-reddened lips above the bubbly pink hole, which was slowly pulsing out a string of his pearly-white jism, which was mixed with virgin blood. It was so exciting that his drained balls resurrected themselves, and shot a deep throb through his softened cock.
Blindly, furiously, he pressed his lips into the spread of cunt flesh, rooting hard in the sensitized labia, feeling Karen's naked body go tense.
His mouth slid naturally to the sagging hole, and he sucked as hard as he could, filling his mouth with slick, delicious fuck juices, until Karen, unable to stand the ecstatic pain, fell to the mattress.
While her young body jerked with the whips of orgasm lashing at her insides, the boy threw himself on her. His hand sought her breast, squeezing it until she thrashed and moaned in deep pleasure. With his other hand, he squeezed her mouth, her full lips, into a sort of crater. Into this imitation cunt, he thrust his own tongue, letting the sweet cocktail of fuck-slime and virgin blood slide down it into his sister's sucking mouth.
When it was over, Karen, still quivering from aftershocks of cum pain, held him around the neck as he raised above her. Her eyes were soft with love and heat.
"Ooohh, how lovely that was," she whispered. "Oh, thank you, Buzzie, thank you for this wonderful thing you made me do!" She made a cuntish looking rosette of her lips again. "But I haven't got it all," she said. "And I want it all."
While he crouched above her on hands and knees, grinning, she rolled away from him and reached for his cock. It was still smeared with rich, thick cum juice, and laced with her blood which was beginning to darken as it dried. As delicately as a cat licking cream from its whiskers, she began to lick and suck the nourishing accumulation of body fluids off her brother's dick. It was already on its way to another hard-on.
"I never thought I'd live to see this day," John Junior laughed. "Licking my dick. Swallowing my cum. Wow! What a hot sight! What a sweet thing to do! I can't believe it!"
Karen looked up at him, licking her lips, chasing stray drops of his protein-rich semen. "Phooey," she said. "You've seen me lick up drops off my boobs, or off my face. And I said I was crazy, not to, didn't I? Oh, Buzzie," and she pressed his swelling cock to her face, next time, you fuck it right into my throat, and I'll swallow every drop! I want to make up for lost time! And we've got all day!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
So that was the kids' Saturday, and it was good.
It might have been a good Saturday for all the family, except for one thing. Curly thought, late in the afternoon, about the day before, and how, when Karen had flapped her tiny skirt, he had seen the soft bulge at the bottom of her belly, where her nylon panties held rounded, tender little cunt.
It was late in the afternoon, and business was slow. He spoke to Mac Murchison, his part-time helper, "Mac, I'm going to run up and take a look at one of Miz Dunham's appliances. Call me there, if anything happens."
He was just lying on the pale, hot woman's relaxed body, soaking his cock in her cunt, which was filled with his cum, when the phone rang. It was Mac.
"That couple from Santa Dorita's here, the ones that made the big down payment on that eight-hundred buck stove," Mac said. "They want it now."
Curly kissed Fay as he slid his zipper up. "You're marvelous, baby," he said. "Wish I could stay a while longer. You could clean up my cock for me."
He enjoyed the sticky feeling, the fucky smell.
Fay, clean as she was, always had plenty of flavor to her cunt. He meant to wash up at the shop. But he didn't.
In a true sense, it was more than the fact that Curly thought of his young daughter's sweet body. Another thing altogether, although it did have something to do with Karen's little pussy.
There was a note in the kitchen when Mary came home, loaded with groceries, hot from her activities. The note said: "WE'VE GONE FOR A SWIM. HOME SOON." and it was signed by the kids.
So, Mary had a chance to do some thinking.
She thought about the sweetness of John Junior's peter, and the richness of his cream as she sucked it out. She got hot, and she stayed hot. And she had a twinge of guilt.
"Maybe it's not just Curly," she murmured as she put away food. "Maybe I should be more-aggressive. After all, the big lug does the best he can. Why should I expect him to be a real Don Juan?" And the more she thought about how sweet it had been to suck Junie's peter, the more she determined that, come tonight, she'd have a real showdown with Curly about the sweetness and wholesomeness of oral sex. "I'll rape him with my hot old mouth," she said, and giggled.
Thus, when Curly came home early, having completed a very big sale, she surprised him by returning his kiss of greeting with real passion, grinding her crotch against his, tonguing him deeply.
He had her in the bedroom, her dress off, before he remembered about Fay's cunt juice all over his cock, his balls, his pubic hair, and his belly. Good old Fay, she really poured out the fuck juice!
They had both been hot, he and Mary, and she had his zipper open and his slacks pushed down as he recalled the guilty deposits on his cock and tried to pull away.
Before he could squawk in righteous anger, Mary was on her knees, her naked breasts quivering, and had his cock and balls in both hands, her mouth open.
On the underside of his cock, where his shorts could not act as an absorbent towel, she felt the unmistakable slickness of jism and cunt ooze. On his balls, the same. And, in her nostrils, the telltale ripeness of a hot cunt.
Love turned to hate is dynamite. It blew up in the somewhat passive, always good natured Mary McLean.
Curly was lucky that he jumped back. She tried to grab his balls, and would have unmanned him forever if he hadn't moved fast. He shoved her off balance as he hastily pulled his pants up.
"You bastard!" Mary shouted. "You no good, cheating, fucking bastard! Get out of here, God damn you! Get out! And don't come back!"
After they had screamed at each other for a half hour, and Mary had made it plain that she felt cheated even more because her husband denied her sexual treatments he willingly gave others, Curly had packed a flight bag and left in his big pick-up.
When the kids came home, Mary had to tell them something, so she told them their father had been called out of town. Saturday night, and all day Sunday, there was a constrained feeling in the comfortable old house that usually seemed so warm and nice.
Somewhere around midnight, Mary, unable to get to sleep, rose quietly and tiptoed down the hall to Junie's room.
Her cunt was empty and lonely, and her mouth hungered for the sweetness of her son's hard young peter, and the slick seed from his balls. I have to have him, she told herself. Oh my big baby boy!
As it happened, he had been having a marvelous dream. He was on his back, and Karen was sitting on his face, her drooly cunt dripping its delicious slime into his licking mouth. And someone, he couldn't see who, was sucking him off.
He groaned and fucked into Mary's throat as she crouched to take his cock between her wet lips, and felt with his hands for something tangible to clutch. He found his mother's beautifully symmetrical ass, her big cunt pouting out from between her thighs, its thick lips filled with juice.
In the dark, and partly in his sleep, he twisted and tried to stick his mouth into those hairy cushions. Mary, almost dying from love and heat, hastily got her strong thigh over her boy, and lowered her starving, anger-energized pussy to his face.
That was when he woke up. And this was one wet dream that came true in a way he would never forget.
He slurped as hard as he could in that flowing valley of dark, thick, delightfully slickened labia, sucking all the way from his mother's clit to her asshole. He had been about to cum, and he was utterly enwrapped in lust and sensuality, lifted to near-madness with the luscious smell and taste and savor of this richly furred cunt.
And Mary, her organs boiling with unexploded sexual fever, let herself go as the big cum burst inside her shaken cunt burst, and burst again. The juices ran out of her vagina, giving Junie mouthful after mouthful of hot, slick, clear cunt juice, enough to build his heat to the flash point.
He felt his mom's wonderful breasts on his belly as his dick went into her throat, again and again, and he grabbed great handfuls of the soft, warm titty-meat, achingly grateful as the thick, gluey semen squirted up out of his balls. I've sure got a lot of it, he thought proudly, for a guy that fucked all day yesterday and all day today!
They were locked liked that, Mary's head between her son's clutching thighs, sucking his cock, and he with his face thrust into her slobbering cunt, when the light went on.
In the physical pain of utter shock, they heard Karen's voice, like that of a little girl, "Mama! You were gone when I looked for you! And I was so scared!"
They could see the ripeness of her young body through the sheer nightie that came just below her hairline, and they stared foolishly. Mary's slack mouth was dripping jism, and John Junior's face was shining with the cuntal fluids so generously poured on him by his mother's cunt.
If there had been anything to say, any way to explain, Mary would have said it. But of course there was no explanation needed. She simply held out her arms to Karen, and the child, understanding far more than her mother realized, came to her. She came and rolled onto the bed, giggling, and reached for her brother's peter.
She hung to it as her mother clasped her, "Don't she said, cry, mom!"
"It's all right! Honest! I know about you and Buzzie."
There was a bright flash of heat in Mary's cunt as she rolled off her son and held her daughter. Unbelievable! To be so shaken, and then, miraculously, to have all the shock and all the fear and all the guilt dispeled by a daughter who was so human, so earthy! She remembered the flash of fuckiness earlier in the week, when she and Karen, naked to each other, had stood belly to belly, breast to breast.
She was groping in the bright room, her eyes closed, her mouth open, and her lips found Karen's. It was unspeakably sexy to share her heat with her daughter, to feel her cunt, still glowing from Junior's tongue, flutter inside with a new wave of fire. She had a brief flash of an old, old picture, a picture of shared love. Just one brief second, but it told her who she was and where she was, and had always been.
In this split second of lovely reminiscence, she was back in the old farm house on one of the saddest days of her life.
Her Cousin Johnny, after a brief period of acute heart disease, had passed on. It had been expected. No one was surprised, but everyone grieved. And none more deeply than little Mary.
She had been in her room, naked, having taken off the stiff and starchy clothes she had worn to the funeral. And her Aunt Zelda, that great hearted woman, entered softly to comfort the lonely and heart broken child. They fell on the bed together, two women bound by a common heartbreak, and Mary, every sense tuned by the loneliness in her young breast, was more aware of the warmth, the softness, the comforting size of Aunt Zelda's breasts.
It was accident, of course, that the mature woman's hand went directly to the warm split between Mary's strong young legs, but her soft touch electrified both girl and woman. And Aunt Zelda, with God only knows what emotions tearing her big, warm body, leaned in to look at Mary's delicious little pussy.
She had two of her fingers inside the freely flowing hole, and the inner lips above where her fingers probed showed the taut little clitoris, throbbing strongly with the child's heartbeats.
"Oh, my darling," Aunt Zelda breathed against Mary's breast, "this precious little cunny! This is what my baby Johnny loved so much! Oh, my dear! Who could blame him!"
And she kissed the clinging flesh in the heated slot, tenderly at first, and then with all the force of her passionate nature.
To this day, Mary remembered the thrill that raised her softly rounded ass off the mattress, made her squirm and pant hoarsely. "Oh, Auntie Zelda, that feels so nice! OHHHHHH! Just like Johnny!"
And in that moment, remembering how she and Johnny had partaken of each other, she had turned her warmly naked body and was burrowing under Aunt Zelda's skirts, her heart leaping as she found the older woman's ass bare, her cunt open, inviting, gut-achingly beautiful in rich aromas and zesty taste.
Without hesitation, the child was performing for her aunt the same sweet service that Zelda was giving her. Two bereaved women, doing the best they could to find something to replace the love they had so cruelly lost.
Now, so close to that lost moment in emotion, so far removed in time, Mary moved her body so that her face could sink between Karen's raised thighs.
In the bright light which Karen had turned on, just before she got the shocking thrill of her young life, every hair, every crease, every drop of sweet cunt slime showed plain and clear. And Junie, his young balls picking up on the message from his mind, excitedly created more and more of their thick, white juice, and made his cock throb with new life, a new hard-on.
"Suck her, mom," he said hoarsely. "Oh, God, it's so lovely! Eat her pussy, sis! Eat mama's pussy!"
He felt under his mother's heavy titties, and squeezed their hard and swollen nipples. When she moaned a wordless cry, "MMMMMM! OHHHMMMMMM! OHHHMMMMMM!" The boy immediately reached for his sister's tightly expanded tits and gave them his most loving squeeze.
She mouthed the thick and tender morsels of cunt flesh, slobbering their clear slime in a steady stream, inhaling deeply to get the throat tightening aromas that matched the rich taste. The feel of her mother's thick and curly cunt hair on her lips and cheeks made the thrill all the deeper, all the stronger. I'm eating pussy, she thought. Oh, mama's tastes just like mine. Only better.
The bright light in her eyes was suddenly dimmed, and she saw that her brother had gotten his knees just alongside her own head. Mama's thighs were wide apart, so that Junie's knees were inside his mother's calves. Seen in this inverted position, her brother's cock looked enormous as its purple head came right up to the flowing hole in the center of the matriarch's blonde-furred split.
She wanted to cry: "MOM! HE'S FUCKING YOU!" but her mouth was full of soft, slick cunt flesh, and clear, sticky cunt squeezings. And besides, who needed warning about such a marvelous thing as being fucked? Certainly not their mama!
Her own cunt was opening and closing in ecstasy as mama sucked on it, and she let herself continue to cum, as she had been doing for many long, agonizingly lovely moments. I guess ladies know best, the girl's soft young mind whispered in its own silence. Junie didn't suck me this good.
She saw the big cock go in, saw it hesitate, and heard Junie pant as he shoved, and she realized that mom was almost as tight as she was. How marvelous! Mom was forty-one. If she was as hot and as tight as this at forty-one, what a wonderful future Karen could see for herself! She felt her mother's body quiver as the hard prick slogged into its hot, slick home. Her arms were locked around Mary's hips, so she could pull her face up and hold it in the slick, thick inner labia. But now, as Junie's weight pressed her mother's body down, shoving her open cunt lips right on to the girl's mouth, young Karen reached a warm, soft hand back and over her face, and fondled John Junior's balls gently.
He was fucking hard, going deep into mom's protruding cunt lips, squeezing out more of her clear juice to run into Karen's mouth. And Karen could feel some flutter of energy building in mom's cunt. And then, only a few inches from her eyes, she saw something she would never forget in her life.
Junie's cock had been coming almost all the way out, so that Karen could see the slick, light pink surface below the head, could see the head itself, with the division of the corona.
But now, unbelievably, it came all the way out, reeking with mom's clear, slick juice, and Junie stabbed it right into mama's asshole! First the head, going in easily. Then, in that tight sphincter, the cock which was so well greased with mama's cunt juice went in at least a couple of inches.
It hung up there a second, then Junie pulled back an inch, and rammed it in hard, this time almost to his nuts.
And mom's feeble cry: "OH, YESSS! YES, JUNIE! OH, IT'S SOOO GOOOOOODDD! OH, JUNIE! FUCK MAMA EVERYWHERE!"
When the sharp pangs of her mother's ferocious sucking eased the girl saw the strangest sight of all, Mom's cunt.
The older woman's solid body was moving, both from Junie's own heavy shoves and the response her rectal nerves were producing. Knowing how sensitive she, herself, was in that area, Karen felt a sharp rise of envy. But her eyes and thoughts were on the phenomenon of that sweet, thick lipped, richly furred cunt, wide open, like a toothless mouth, and as bright as neon with its convulted lips now filled with hot and racing blood.
Her mouth opened to match the cunt, and Karen lifted her head enough so that the inviting opening fitted into her lips. She sucked as hard as she could, and heard her mother scream again: "OH, GOD! THAT'S SO GOOOOOODD! KAREN! KAREN! SUCK ME, BABY! OH MY GOD! FUCK IT INTO ME, JUNIE BABY! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Her voice spluttered as she applied it again to her daughter's pinkly exposed hole, getting a real mouthful of the delicious slime from the girl's cuntal reservoirs. And Karen, hearing the grunts of her brother, saw his nuts suddenly shrink and cling to his hard pole, while big, pearly-white drops oozed out of her mother's rectum.
CHAPTER TWELVE
So that was Saturday night. And Sunday morning, too. For three-fourths of the McLean family. All love and excitement and touching and kissing and rubbing together.
And young Junie, who thought rather fearfully at one point that he might not be able to take care of two fuck-hungry females, realized that their woman-to-woman love, their seemingly insatiable desire to suck and be sucked, not only relieved part of his imaginary "burden," it also kept him steamed up and ready. He even sucked one of those tempting cunts himself, while his fingers played in the wet lips of the other.
For the other fourth, it was not so cozy. Curly could live in his hideaway room at the shop. The couch opened to make a comfortable bed. The restaurant where he often ate an early breakfast was a twenty-four hour joint. Besides, he had a coffee maker, a hot plate, and plenty of food in his small reefer. But he missed the warmth and softness, the sexy flesh and sexier perfumes of his wife. Damn her! Sure, he banged other women. What the hell! Most men did. If she hadn't wanted to suck his cock-to suck his slimy, cum-dirty cock-this wouldn't have happened. He would have simply fucked her and she wouldn't have known the difference. But, in his heart, he knew he was wrong.
How great it would be to have a wife who would do everything for him that Fay did, or Ellie did, or the red headed waitress, when he could match his free hours to hers. He knew it wasn't distaste for sucking his wife or having her suck him. It was a weird kind of fear that maybe, just maybe, she couldn't like him any more.
And to make it worse, Ellie called him on Sunday. How in hell could she know he was at the office? And then he remembered-his pick-up was parked on the Old Highway, in front of the shop.
"What do you mean, Tuesday?" he asked blankly. "Me and Herb? What's wrong with Wednesday? WHAAAT? NO MORE FUCKING? You're out of your mind!"
He listened for a few seconds, then laughed. "Oh, come on, baby! You're too sweet for anything like that! Look, I'll get Herb to raise the ante. Twenty-five apiece, maybe thirty." Then the cords in his neck strained and he turned purple.
"Okay, bring your fucking lawyer, you dirty little whore! And when our lawyer gets through with the damned chili-picker, he'll have two assholes instead of one!"
He was nervous and worried all day. He ate a big dinner, and was happy to have the redhead, who had tits as big and as softly firm as Mary's, to come back to the office with him. Nothing, by God, was going to keep Curly McLean from enjoying his pussy when he got a chance. Nevertheless, the good natured hasher had to suck him for half an hour to get his cock up for seconds, and even had to ream his asshole with her tongue, a task she enjoyed, before they could really get it on.
Fortunately, Monday was a busy day, so Curly couldn't think too much about Ellie and her implied threats. Sure, he knew she was only fifteen. But, damn all those God damned Meskins, there wasn't a nine-year-old maidenhead anywhere in the chicano community of Tarrant. And everybody knew she was a whore. In spite of his bravado, he spent a restless, lonely night on Monday, and the hours of Tuesday seemed to drag on leaden feet. The thought of home seemed almost too bright, too good for him.
But there was someone who didn't think so, Karen McLean. For naturally, in all that communion of sex and soul, that sweetly familial bacchanalia of sucking and fucking, Mary had spilled the reason why Curly was gone.
"I couldn't let you go on thinking it was just a trip," she said. "Don't look at me like that, Karen! Do you think he had a right to do what he did?"
Karen smiled, a twisted smile. "He's human, mama," she said. "I sucked Junie. He had some cunt slime on his cock. It wasn't mine."
"Oh, my God!" Mary exclaimed. "It's not the same!" She turned to her big son. "Is it, Junie?"
The big boy dropped his eyes. "A tough question," he mumbled. "Karen says dad's afraid of you. He needs you to make the moves. It could be. He sort of, you know, blusters a lot about sex.
All that big talk, so tough and all, and having to make sure that you cum." He coughed. "Karen and I, we've been hearing it for a long time."
Mary laughed helplessly. Her heart had been changed by this couple of days of openness, of rank, raw sex with her two kids. Most of the world would condemn me, she thought. And here I am, willing to condemn Curly.
She thought of Saturday, and Saturday night. A turning point in her life. And of Monday afternoon after the kids got home from school-how happy they had been to find her sitting in the middle of the king size bed, warm and naked and ready for them. She thought about all that fingers and tongues and lips and a hard cock do to make life sweet. This morning, they were still all together, in the same bed with Junie's cock in her pussy again, and little Karen's open cunt on her mouth. The two kids were kissing above her, with a finger up Karen's cute, stretchy little asshole. Getting her own reamed out had been so much wilder a pleasure than she could ever remember having had before. Even Aunt Zelda hadn't thought of that, the ultimate in far out sexual fun.
"All right," she said in a low tone. "Maybe I've been wrong. I think I've always known your dad was not really all that innovative. But who am I to cast the first stone?" she asked with a wry smile. "You're right, both of you-I could have been the aggressive one. Maybe that's what your daddy wants."
"No way, mom," the precocious blonde daughter replied at once. "He wants to be Mister Big. It's that he needs you to start things. He's just too uptight about fucking and sucking. He dreams about it. I'll bet I'm right. I just know I'm right!"
She got up from the bed, where she had been lying on her back, humping her beautifully strong young body as Junie finger-fucked her. She walked to where her mother sat, her big breasts swollen from a hard cum a few minutes ago. Karen was smiling.
"I'll go get him," she said. She was trying to keep her voice from sounding strained with too much excited anticipation. Now, how she would greet him! Knowing how human he was. Knowing in her heart that she understood him even better than mom. He was, she felt, a far sweeter, softer person than others believed. She might not have thought so if she could have seen him then.
He was screaming into the phone. "All right, Herb, you yellow son of a bitch! Stay home and pretend you're sick! The flu! My ass! It's shit in your neck. What? Don't worry, baby, I know you won't run out on me because you've got more to lose than I have! Mary's already thrown me out. I'll do the fighting. But listen, baby, from now on, I do all the fucking, see?"
He had gotten Elbe's phone number from Herb, and now he dialed it. When he heard the girl's voice, he said: "How about it, baby? You coming up tonight? Because I'm loaded for you, hear? It's my word against yours, and I'm a white Anglo businessman, threatened with blackmail by a smart little Meskin whore. So bring on your jackleg lawyer, and your dear old mother. I've got a tape recording of your phone call, and I'll swear out a warrant for you!"
He set the phone down, panting, then laughed. "Fuck 'em," he muttered. "Mary did me a favor. Now, they can't do anything to me."
When he heard the voice, he laughed. "What's the matter, baby? Got chicken? Ho-ho! Wanna come up and talk to me alone, without your God damn maw and your God damn shyster, hey? Okay, okay! Maybe we'll play some games while we're talking. Well, now you're showing a little sense. Come on, come on. You got wheels? Okay. I'll go grab a bite to eat. I'll leave the front door open for you, hear?"
And that open door was a puzzle to little Karen, who rode down on the back of Junie's motor scooter, holding him around his belly, letting her hand slide down to rub playfully at his cock.
When he stopped at the curb Karen eased off the warm, soft seat, her young cunt throbbing and warm, she tried the door and came back.
"It's open," she said in a low voice. "Maybe dad's drinking a little. Or maybe he's just gone to get something to eat. You go on. I'll go in his little room and wait for him."
Ordinarily, Junie might have protested, but he had gotten so hot, riding down here, and this might be the last time he'd ever have mom all to himself. Even after school, there'd still be the feeling that dad was back, that he was playing second fiddle. So he kissed Karen and grinned, saying: "Good luck, baby! See you later!"
It had been nearly an hour since Ellie had called Curly. She had laughed at her mother and the attorney. "He's right, you know," she said. "We're just a bunch of 'Meskins.' I have no more proof that he jazzed me than he has that I took money for it. All we can do is play it bold. I go in there and screw him, you two come in the back and catch him at it. And bring your Polaroid, too, Gil. I'll hang onto him and scream until you shoot five or six photos."
Now, waiting across the highway, blended into the shadows of a clump of oleanders, the young Mexican girl cursed the luck. "Who in hell is that?" she muttered. "This is a fuck-up, for sure."
She thought of her mother and the attorney and was afraid they would blow it if she didn't caution them. That girl, whoever she might be, might turn on the light in the hidden room and Gilberto and mama would come shouting in. "I'll have to tell 'em to cool it," she whispered to herself.
She was crossing the highway when a Black and White prowl car whizzed by, and she ran across, trying to fade into the dark of the open door before the cruising car turned back. But she was too late. There was a muted scream of tires on pavement, and Ellie, her heart sick, came out to the curb. She was in for it.
She knew the two officers, Dave Means and Cobby Price. And they knew Ellie.
"Well, for cryin' out loud," Price said genially, "if it isn't Miss Pepper Twat. How about that? What's cookin', chickie? Little bit of larceny? Breaking and entering?"
"For God's sake, fellows," the young girl begged, "give me a break! I'm supposed to meet a guy here, says he has a job for me."
The big man got out of the car and, as casually as if he were feeling a tomato at a fruit stand, he squeezed one of Elbe's taut young breasts, making her scream with pain.
In the dark store, invisible in the shadow of a big refrigerator, Karen shivered. She knew the girl. Ellie had been Miss Lake County earlier in the year, and most of the Anglo girls claimed that Elbe's friends and supporters in Tarrant had stuffed the ballot boxes as well as stuffing a hard cock into Ellie a few times.
She had a weird sense of having played this scene before, and then realized that she knew why Ellie was here. Daddy! Daddy, afraid of someone with mom's class, could be himself with this young Mexican. And she had seen Ellie march right to the door as if she had known it was left unlocked for her. It made the young girl shudder again, this time with a sharp pang of lust deep up her tender cunt. To think of Daddy, ramming that enormous peter of his into that lovely, well built, juicy looking girl! OOOHHH! She could almost have made herself cum just by thinking of it.
Outside, the cop in the car said, "Come on, baby, we've gotta take you downtown for questioning."
Mentally, Ellie shrugged. If only she could get to mama and the lawyer, if only for a moment. But they were parked behind the store, crouched-or ready to crouch-so that Curly wouldn't see them if he drove in the back way. And if these pigs caught mama and Gil, all the chicano power in Lake County couldn't get them out of jail without a trial.
"I know your questioning," the girl said wearily. "Down in that swale by the market, right? All right. Let's get it on."
She opened the back door of the car without being told, and got into the police car, with Officer Price, after a quick glance up and down the highway, climbing in after her.
"Come here, baby," he said with jovial ferocity, "let's have a little feel of your cunt!"
He fumbled with his slacks, and Karen, pleased that the cops had not sensed that the door was wide open, intent only on the pussy they would extort from the helpless Mexican, plainly heard him say, "You can give me a little blow job on the way downtown."
To Karen, it was like an X-Rated film, unreal. Not disgusting nor depraved, but simply exciting. She was inflamed by the idea that her beloved, bumbling daddy had been able to get this young and beautiful girl to fuck him.
She pushed the glass door back, and went into daddy's little office room. To her surprise, there was sharp thick odor of its having been lived in. "By pigs," the girl whispered to herself, wrinkling her nose in the dark, and smiling. Old daddy! Not much of a housekeeper. But so human! Unknowingly, she shivered again, and again from pure lust, engendered by the earthy smells of sweat and dirty linen.
She knew exactly where the light switch was, but something kept her from flicking it. It was faintly puzzling, but then she knew why-a vast curiosity to see what daddy would do and say to a young Mexican who came to visit him at night. Or did he turn the light on so he could see the girl's beauty?
Beauty? Karen sniffed. "Her boobs are no better than mine," she whispered in the dark. "And her legs are no better."
She was so much pleased with her courageous comparison that she hastily shucked off her clothes in the dark, not even wondering what she might do, how she might explain, if daddy came in and immediately turned on the lights. It gave her a deliciously itchy feeling between her warm, moist cuntlips, already swollen by excitement. And still swollen, to tell the truth, from the fun with mama and Junie after dinner. For mom was excited, too, at the prospect of having Curly back in bed with her. That cock! And now, with courage gleaned from the kids and their truths, she would suck it, feel the huge thing clogging her throat, taste the masculine richness of his bountiful loads of jism. Karen hugged her breasts, in sympathy with mama and her needs.
She heard the front door swish open, then heard a key turning in the lock. Her heart was beating so hard that she could barely breathe. She remembered the way daddy had looked at her young belly, her crotch, the soft bulge of her cunt only the other day. With a shock of insight, she knew that he had always been a sexual object to her, every peep at his cock binding her to him all the more.
"Oh, God," she prayed, "let him not turn on the light!"
The little room was so completely dark that the faint light from the show room seemed bright. The naked child, holding her firm breasts in her arms, tried to hide her face.
But there was no click of a switch. Instead, she heard the door close softly, and a familiar voice whispered: "Hi, there, baby! Come to see old Curly, just like you always did. And now, I'm going to eat your sweet little cunt right out of your belly."
There was the swish of garments being dropped, and in the dark of the room, Karen felt, rather than saw, the burly form loom over her. But only for an instant. An exploring hand came down, cool from the outdoor air, and closed on one of her breasts.
It felt marvelous, but it scared her. She knew that titties varied in shape as well as in size. Mom's were bigger, but they were round, where Karen's were conical. But all the same, a thrill shot through her body as she realized this was her dad, fingering her boobs, finding them sweet, getting a hard-on. For she could sense it, and she could smell the savory richness as his foreskin slipped down over the protruding head. And above the girl, her dad's voice said, "Well, can't you say howdy?"
It was a bad moment. Even if she whispered, Karen was afraid her parent would spot the inflections he had known for thirteen years.
There was only one answer, and she made it. Taking hold of the hard bar of meat right at her face, she opened her mouth, licked her lips, and slipped the huge dick deep into her throat, laving it with her tongue, ready to shoot her load at the rank beauty of the big organ's aromas and flavors. And to make it even better, she cupped his big balls with her other hand, rolling them gently in their wrinkled sac of thick, hairy skin.
"Jesus!" she heard her dad gasp. "Kid, you're the greatest!"
He put his hands on the invisible girl's ears and drew her on to his hard prick in a burst of feeling. Poor little baby! She was nothing but a dumb Meskin. Someone had put her up to ths blackmail. And now, here she was, trying to make it up to him. How sweet! He would repay her in kind. Anyhow, he was crazy for some of her cunt. Blowing your nuts in a woman's chops was fine, but nothing was better than having a tight, slick, hot pussy sucking and grinding on your meat. And besides, nothing made little Ellie shoot her cream like his hard dick in her belly. "You're ten times better than Herb," she had told him, time and time again. And he believed her.
Very gently, he pulled the girl off his cock, again reaching down to play with her full, heavy breasts. It was marvelous to have a chick this young, even if she was a Meskin. That redhead at the coffee shop, she had great tits, as good, almost, as Mary's. But there was something different about a young girl's.
His cock throbbed, and he knelt between the warm, smooth thighs he could not see, except as the vaguest of blurs.
Karen held her breath in anticipation. And some fear. After all, she did not know how much hair Ellie Rodriguez had on her cunt, how thick or how long or how coarse it might be. And maybe, pussies were like faces-all being similiar, but no two being identical. But she need not have worried.
As the thick, beautiful smell of heat came to Curly's nostrils, he shouldered his way under his daughter's thighs, lifting her ass up in a quick motion which left her feet dangling over his shoulders.
I must be wide open, the girl thought, with a catch in her breath. And then, as her dad's big, loving mouth came down hard on her exposed cuntal surfaces, she leaped with the thrill of the hardest suck she had yet known, a sweet brutality that seemed to turn her vagina inside out, pulling her womb and ovaries with it.
To make the sensation all the more intense, Curly's teeth were playfully busy, as he gnashed them up and down, rubbing their smooth surfaces on the quickening flesh in her cuntal valley, around her throbbing clit.
As Karen felt her first orgasm gather in her guts, ready to burst, she had a stray thought of her brother and mother, wondering if they might not be in the same position.
But nature shocked her out of any extraneous thought. Her strong young back muscles thrust her spasming cunt up to her dad's hard working mouth, and she grabbed his head to pull him tighter on to the rippling muscles around her flowing hole. She heard him gasp, and felt his broad tongue lick up and down her ass crack, delving hard into her pink asshole.
As she thought of Junie, sinking his cock into their mother's rectum, her guts blasted again with the white hot fire of cumming, and she screamed a wordless cry: "AAAAAARRR-RRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
In the dark parking lot, two figures raised up in the parked car and grinned at each other. But Elbe's mother shook her head.
"Not yet," she cooed. "Let the poor son of a bitch have a little fun. It's going to cost him plenty!" And she reached between the young attorney's well tailored thighs, feeling for his cock.
"Makes me hot, just to think about it," she whispered. "I wish Luis were along. He surely digs to fuck."
The gagging scream sounded authentic enough to Curly. He always had made Ellie cum like a machine gun. And she had the tastiest, sweetest cunt he had ever eaten. But it was different, tonight. She must have taken a shower just before she left, he thought. Not that it wasn't full-flavored. It just had a creamier, thicker juice, a more perfumed effluvium. And the hairs alongside the thick lips, the ones tickling the edge of his tongue, they seemed more crinkly.
But Karen, cumming so hard that her blood pounded deafeningly in her ears, knew only that her daddy was an expert at cunt licking. He's so GREAT, she thought, pumping her exploding cunt and rolled so that her thighs were open, her knees just eating me right up, like he said he would!
The broad tongue swirled round her sensitively tuned asshole again, and this time it tried to push into it. She screamed again, this time with laughter as well as lust, and eagerly humped toward his mouth, trying to relax her sphincter so his tongue could go in and lick the itching inside of her rectum. He was sucking so good, but that wasn't all. He would put his powerful hands under her tender butt, and lift her up as if her cunt were a piece of watermelon and he was slurping it all up in a few huge sucks. Or he would get his massive arms around all her legs, bending them at the knee, so that her pussy just seemed to widen out and hang into his mouth. At the same time, the action smashed her fuck-swollen titties until she could have screamed and fainted. Only, it felt too good.
She was sweating and exhausted, not at all drained by the series of long, hard orgasms, but from the hard action, when the dark, bulky figure rose above her. "You sweet little old baby," her dad was saying in the dark, "now we're gonna fuck like we've never fucked before. You know something, Ellie? I really like you for coming down here of your own free will, burying the hatchet, calling off that shyster lawyer and your mother. And I'm gonna make it up to you."
He nudged between her smooth thighs with one knee and said, "Get your leg up and over baby. Or do you want to get on top?"
Her cunt on fire from his hard sucking and her hard orgasms, Karen whispered, "This way," and added, "Curly baby" in a hoarse tone. And to cover any error in tone or word, she humped her eager body up and down as Curly's hand rested on her trembling, juice swilling split. "Just put it in me," she wailed, ready to die for the feel of a hard cock stretching her near-virgin hole. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
The heavy weight of the big man made the couch groan as he lowered his loins toward the girl's cleft body. His big hand fumbled for a moment to hold her cunt open, and the girl husked, "Let me, Curly," and took his prick in one hand. The other peeled her thick, hairy outer lips back, and she wiped the huge, smooth head up and down in the flow of twat syrup that gushed out of her cunt hole.
"There," she groaned, pushing her cunt around the big organ, "there it is! Pump it into me, baby!"
It was fantastic, Curly thought. He had heard of split personalities, and little Ellie always had something new to make things nice. She even sounded different. But, man, was she the same hot little cunt! And tight, like always. Wow! Incredible how a kid like this, who'd had enough stiff pricks in her cunt to build a picket fence halfway to Kansas City, had such a little hole. It was almost enough to rip the skin off his dick. But he had sucked her well, and every pore in her inner cuntal mucous pockets was helping to flood that sweet little hole with clear, slick cum goo.
As her thighs were pushed wider apart by her daddy's heavy body-as well as by her wild desire to welcome his cock into her body-Karen felt a hard pain strike her like a fist to the belly.
In the first split second, she almost panicked, since it felt as if her tender cunt flesh would tear under the powerful assault. But she remembered that her mom took it, nearly every morning. And that Junie's cock had felt almost as painful, only the other day, and now her brother's peter went into her with ease.
Therefore, instead of fighting away from the pain, she simply clung to the big man's naked shoulders, trying all the harder to open herself so that his cock could force its way into her.
Above her straining face, she could hear his breath rasping out, and drops of his sweat fell on her face and breasts. Under the pain, she, too, was gasping, but she did not stop pushing her maturing loins up to accept the heavy prick, to help it enter her cunt. And it ws gaining. Slowly but surely, it was going into her. She seemed to feel its hardness, to sense every tiny wrinkle in the foreskin, all peeled back from the narrow entry of her young twat.
What finally made it go in was that Karen started to cum. Hard and fast, with a bursting pang of pure white fire deep in her bowels.
She had thought she was too tight, that all she could do would be to catch her father's seed in her small cunt. There would be no room for her inner cunt muscles, growing in skill each day with practice on Junie's invading prick, to swirl and suck and chew, which always preceded her orgasm. But the heavy friction, hurting her in such a beautiful way, seemed to reach a turning point.
Perhaps it was the persistent flow of her sweet cuntal slime, so hot and thick now that it was churned into a frothy fuck emulsion or a relaxation of muscle, sprung from hard desire.
Whatever it was, she felt her body open as if two locking bones had been forced apart, and the huge cock plunged into her, clear to the closed end of her elastic fuck chute.
She felt the shuddery stab of deep pain as the big head banged off the mouth of her girlish womb. She felt the drawing, tugging stretch as her father's cock went to the limits of her straining cunt sheath. And she felt the hard, deep twist of bright pain as it struck against the tender nerves in her rectum.
She was already cumming, and now, oblivious of her surroundings, unable any longer to hold back her screams of completion, she let her young voice shrill out: " AAAIIIIIIEEEEEE! AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE! OH, FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, DADDY! ITS SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! SO BIG, SO HARD! OH, DADDY, SHOOT IT INTO ME! GIVE ME YOUR JISM, DADDY! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! OH, FUCK ME HAAARRRDDD!"
Somehow, possibly due to the strained position, Curly was able to get one of his daughter's long, conical titties into his slobbering mouth. As he gave it his hardest suction, the girl shook all over in a shuddering series of hard beating orgasms, and her voice ran in his ears: "DADDY, DADDY FUCK ME! OH, DADDY, YOU FUCK SO GOOD! JAM IT UP MY CUNT! KILL ME! FUCK ME! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! SHOOT IT INTO ME, DADDY! OH, GOD, HOW I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!"
In the flashing prisms of dark light that blew in Curly McLean's fuck-inflamed mind, he heard the cries of "Daddy!" with deep pride. At last, this little Mex, so hot in her twat, so cool in her mind, was acknowledging his upper position, his superiority. To let it all hang out in the throes of fucking, to scream "Daddy!" in his ear, was the supreme endorsement of him as a brutal but skilled lover. Not even hot old Mary, the violence of their first nights of long, long fucking, had ever called him "Daddy" under the spell of his cock.
The sweaty taste of her tit flesh in his mouth, her tongue as he switched his lips to hers, helped decide the blind organism which touches off a cum. The slick, tight friction of the hot cunt, the blows against her cervix, the smells of lust rising all around, had their part, too.
His nuts drew up tight against his hard rod of meat, and the convulsive love-pains struck through his entire fuck system as his jism began to spurt into the tight vagina which encased his cock.
As the girl felt the wet heat of the thick semen flood her inner being, stretching the already strained walls of her vagina, she went into new leaps and bursts of fuck joy. It seemed to her the most marvelous thing in the world that her small, girlish cunt could handle such an enormous amount of peter, so long, so thick, so hard. And the super floods of her very own daddy's seed, the same as he had planted in her mom's belly so long ago, to create her, felt so hot, so slick. And enormous.
She was fucking as hard as she could, feeling her orgasms made brighter by pride and love, almost able to feel how swollen her fat cunt lips were, with all this fucking pleasure.
When her dad had ceased to spray her insides with his jism, and the dying flutter of her huge orgasm was doing its best to lick one las drop out of that beloved organ, Karen went as limp as a life sized lump of hot blubber, fighting for breath as her dad's weight crushed her. And her pride got a new boost.
"You're better than you ever were, baby," her daddy whispered. "God, I never knew you to be this good! You're the greatest!" He knew he couldn't give her twenty bucks for this short a time, but he would sure as hell give her ten, even if she went home right now.
To the girl, her entire body as brightly alive as her mind, this was the magic moment. But she wanted to do something else, to make certain her daddy would be able to respond to mom. If mom did as she and Junie suggested, and took the initiative.
She could feel the hardness and the size of the paternal prick diminishing. Her cunt was trying to hold it, but that was only pushing it out. During the very height of the fuck, Karen had felt the thick, white juice being pumped out of her tight cunt, felt it creeping its warm, ticklish way down between the moist crack of her ass. So she gently pushed her dad up as well as she could, and whispered: "Will you let me clean up your dick?"
The big man laughed gustily. "Not until I suck you out, first," he said jovially. "Lie back, kid, and get your little ass in the air."
He put his hands under her ass cheeks as if he were lifting a big bowl of thick soup to his lips, nosing among the sloppy cunt lips, the sodden cunt hairs. He found her throbbing hole and sucked deeply, as the girl spasmed again, a hot blast of orgasm sweeping out of her bruised young cunt.
While he swallowed it, licking his lips, he thought, What if she is a Mex? I'll kiss her and let her suck out some of the juice.
He sat on the couch and kissed the girl, only a vague form in the darkness, and she ran her tongue around his teeth and gums. When she was done she dropped her head to his lap, and took the big, thick tube of firm, hot meat into her mouth, moaning as she tasted the richness of her cum and his. She felt the big cock pulse with her dad's heartbeats, and she was too hot to hear the tiny noise at the back door or the tentative rub of metal on metal at the office door.
What happened next was that the bright light came on with a shock, and there was a dark stranger, in a blue leisure suit, holding something to his eye.
There was a much brighter flash of light, and she felt her dad roll off and cover his face as another burst of light came from the strobe flash. She was leaning forward, her titties swollen with fuck power, her face smeared with cum juice.
At just about this same second, the two officers were tooling their car up out of the sunken parking lot. Officer Price was licking his lips. "I sure dig to eat your pussy, baby," he grinned at Ellie, who sat, pale and unresisting, in the back seat. "And to fuck it, too," he added. "Listen, Dave, what're we gonna do with her?"
"Carry her around a while? I could get it up again in another ten minutes. That's awful good fuckins, man! I'd like to take her out in the country, spread her over the hood, and fuck her right up the wall."
"Okay by me," the other officer grinned. "I could use another little piece of that, myself."
The desperate girl sat with hands clenched, tears running out of her eyes. No use calling them names, they'd only slap her around.
They were at the highway when the radio burst into its harsh crackle, "Nearest car to Lake Drive, officer needs back up at ten-forty-six Alma Street. Echo! Echo!"
Price grabbed the mike off its hook under the dash. He had forgotten cunt, now he was all business. "Able Five," he said. "Pick up on ten-forty-six Alma. On our way, baby!"
They were gunning it north on the old highway, red lights on, siren snarling, when Price said, "Let the chick out, Dave. We can't go shooting in with other cars with a piece of pussy in the car."
They were within a block of Curly's store when Officer Means swerved to the shoulder and Price opened the rear door and hauled Ellie out.
He got his hand in her crotch and gave her fat and tingling pussy a hard pinch. "G'bye, sweetheart," he said. "See you later."
"In hell, I hope, you Anglo cocksucker!" the girl replied, but the car was careening back into its long trip up the highway. All Ellie could do was to carry her weary, bruised young body across the highway, and stumble into the parking lot back of Curly's. Lucky to get off so easy, she reasoned.
And then she heard shouts inside the store, the back door opened and Gilberto came out backwards, his face showing bloody in the light from the store's office. Her mother reeled out, too, and an angry, naked Curly McLean shouted, "You'll go to jail for this, you fucking burglars!"
Inside, a hyped up Karen watched with pride. Her dad had turned on the stranger, snatched his Polaroid away, and slapped him silly. He had thrown them both out, the tall man and the slight, small, gray haired woman, but now, as he turned to face his daughter, his legs gave way and he slid to the floor.
"JESUS, FORGIVE ME!" he screamed. "My baby girl! My daughter! Oh, God! My baby! My Baby!"
Karen's heart turned to hot water. She flung herself on her dad, kissing him, wet lipped and open mouthed, fumbling for his cock, now shrunk to a bare mouthful.
"It's all right, daddy!" she panted. "Can't you see? It's all right! I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted to suck cock with all that lovely slime on it! Don't you understand? Please, please, daddy! Please get up!"
With all her strength, she helped the dazed man stagger to his feet and to the couch, wher he fell rather than sat.
His daughter, so concerned, so beautifully naked, knelt between his thighs, and he could feel her sweet mouth sucking his cock deep into her throat, against her strong tongue and the roof of her mouth.
He patted her tawny head, dark with sweat above her forehead, and said in a choked voice, "I can't believe it. It can't be true!"
The girl bounced up and sat on his lap, her arms around his neck. Her bare rump, so smooth, so softly muscled, was across his cock. And her marvelous tits-how had they grown so big, so fast?-were right at his chin. It was only natural, since he felt the warmth and wetness of her swollen cunt lips, that he should shove his hand between her thighs. She opened them and his finger slipped up her cunt as if by magic.
She was still shaking from the excitement, but it had happened so fast, and daddy had been so wonderful, that her pussy seemed even hotter than before. On the couch, the camera, with two photos slid out, showed the top one to be a perfectly wonderful picture of Karen holding her dad's cock, its wetness creating a highlight from the flash.
The big finger drove into the steaming, squirming pudding of cunt flesh, and little Karen, kissing her old daddy, let her sensation bloated cunt go in a hard, shuddering cum.
When it was over, and her dad was shaking his head, trying to understand, the girl said, "It's just as well it worked out this way. Now, everything's going to be easier to explain."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next day was Wednesday, but Curly McLean didn't go to the shop early. Blushing a little at having to tell the truth, and lying luxuriously in his big bed, with his fingers playing in the slickness and voluptuous heat of a familiar cunt, he said, "I can check the stupid ad any time. What do I care if it's got an error or two?"
And Mary, her heartbeats pulsing in the depths of her cunt, laughed, "I guess Ellie wouldn't be coming in today, anyhow."
"Nor any other Wednesday," Curly laughed. "God, kid, I'm sorry I was such a fool!"
He bent toward her belly, and the hot woman went over backward, holding her strong, rounded thighs apart, showing the big, thickly haired cunt lips, wide open from heat and fuck-swelling.
The man sucked in it deeply, licking his broad tongue up and down, while Mary shouted, "Oh, suck it, Curly baby! Suck it hard!"
"To think," he said, "that I used to go down on other women when I had the sweetest pussy in the world, right here in my own bed."
Mary stroked her husband's curly head, her heart full of love.
"And another one, just as sweet, in the next bedroom," she replied.
Curly sucked again, reaming into her tight cunt with his muscular tongue, and came up, cum juice dripping from his lower lip.
"Those kids," he muttered, too pleased and too filled with emotion to try to say more. "Part of this is my own boy's jism! God Almighty, Mary, how close I came to blowing it all! KAREN!" he shouted, "are you snooping in the bathroom?"
His naked little girl, the one with the mature titties, the mass of taffy colored hair on her pussy, came in, laughing. "I love to hear you two," she said. "And to see-this." Blushingly, she lifted her father's half-hard cock. "Oh, mom!" and she bent over her mother, kissing her on her big, soft breasts, her soft hand on mom's fat pussy, "it's all so nice!"
"You're the one who did it, baby," Mary replied. "Lord, when I think how sweet and warm life can be, and how so many of us work to foul it up, I sure thank God for kids like you and Junie."
She thought of the sweetness of her daughter's cunt, opened and pressing on her mouth, letting girl juice and male seed go as she sucked on it, and shuddered with lust.
"Go get dressed, Curly," she said. "I want to talk to my big, sweet, grown up daughter!"
She pulled the girl down to her, kissing her open mouthed, their tongues slipping around each other happily. "I want that in my cunt," Karen gasped, and rolled so that her thighs were open, her knees back.
She felt her mother's mouth suck in all her labia putting sucking pressure on her fuck hole, and gasped, "I want you, too, mom! Oh, how I want to suck you! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH! SUCK ME, MAMA! I'M CUMMING!"
She let her body go slack, but still reached her mouth hungrily for the rich tasting sweet flowing pussy above her. Her view was cut off by mom's gorgeous ass, but she heard a door open, and Junie's beloved voice, "Hey, you two butch lezzies, save some of that pussy for me!" He giggled "Or, I should say, those pussies!"
When they rolled apart, he said, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry, and I've got to go to school."
His dad's voice, from the bathroom, echoed: "I'm hungry, too. For solid food, not pussy juice!"
Breakfast was fun to cook, fun to eat. And Mary loved the way Curly kissed her as he left for work-very masculine, but very tender.
"I love you, baby," he whispered. "And I'll always be grateful for the way you took me back."
He turned and put his arm around Karen, squeezing her young ass with his strong hand. "Let's go to school," he said. "I know it's early. Maybe I'll get my finger in your little fuck hole. Want to neck with your old daddy?"
And Mary went out to the front porch with them as they started out, laughing and hugging.
She kissed John Junior, too, and his powerful tongue sent shivers up her spine, starting in the moist crack of her ass, where jism from both Curly and Junior still leaked down her leg.
When they were all out of sight, she pranced into her bedroom. She had worn her shortie gown and her thin robe to cook and eat in. Now, she took them off, and admired her full fashioned loveliness in her long mirror. She sucked her lips in and rubbed them together, wondering if she needed lipstick, and deciding not. "Just spit," she whispered to her laughing image, running her tongue all around.
When she heard feet on the front porch, and her door chimes sang their two-note announcement, she went to the door. And once again, she stood as she had a few days before, when Troy had arrived. Her heart was hammering, and she had to lick her lips again as she opened the door as she had before, and faced the tall blonde kid.
"Hello, Miz McLean," Troy said. Once again he seemed to crane his neck, and this time, Mary reached behind her and pulled one ass cheek away from the other, so the big kid could see what he wanted.
"Hi, Troy," she answered. "Sorry, Junie's not here. Gone to school."
"But you said-" and the boy stopped, confused.
"Yes, I know. I said come by. I want to ask you something. That's okay, baby," she said kindly, "keep looking at my body in the mirror. I liked it the other day, and the more I thought of it, the more I liked it. I like what I see in your crotch, too. It sure looks nice and big and hard. But I want to ask you a question. Okay?"
The boy nodded, his face scarlet.
"When you looked over my shoulder and saw my naked ass in the mirror, what did you think, the other day? Honest! You took a good long look. It didn't make me mad, or I wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't have told you to come by for Junie. What did you honestly think?"
The boy began to laugh. "I thought you had the best looking ass I ever saw," he answered. "Better than any young chickie in Lakeland."
"I hope that's not all," Mary answered drily. "But it's enough to come in on," and she stepped back so the big kid could come inside.
She stepped close to him, and he put his strong arm around her, running his big hand down to the cleavage of her buttocks. His hand skidded in the mass of fuck juice and wet cunt hair, and he wriggled a big finger in the woman's voluptuous cunt.
"That's very nice, Troy," Mary laughed. "But I want to know-what else did you think when you saw me, naked?"
"I thought," Troy said, "that I wanted some of that lovely ass so bad I could taste it!"
"To do what?" Mary insisted, but now she reached down and gave his big, hardening cock a rub, then reached for his zipper.
Troy held her so powerfully against him that her big, billowy titties flattened out against his chest.
"To fuck and suck, and everything you want and we can think up," he declared. "Only let's get it on! I just want to fuck you until one of us can't take any more!"
Mary had his pants open by now, and dropped to her knees, holding the big, hard cock against her cheek, brushing it with her lips. It was as big as Curly's, as sweet as Junie's, with the fresh, rank smell of a young guy's cock beginning to sweat.
She took it in her mouth, sucking it in a delirium of pleasure, her lovely face turned up to him.
When she took it out, clear spit running out over her full lower lip, her eyes were smoky.
"You asked for it, Troy baby," she said, "you got it!"
